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In the object world, there is an Earth, Sun, Moon, and even more universes. When an object dies, they can end up in Heaven, or somewhere far more sinister. Though, whos fate is confused, they will take time in a temporary Purgatory.

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In a grey, box like room, a plague of darkness filled the area. All that remained was a table, a radio, two speakers on the corners of the ceilings and what seemed to be a sliding tinted glass window that doesn't seem to function. There was a hanging lightbulb on the ceiling which looked to be burnt out.
A tall hidden door seemed to open, a white void lit up the room only for a small moment. An object was pushed inside the room as the door slammed shut. The object seemed to flinch at the sound, getting up only to be faced with darkness.
They squinted their eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness. They felt for a wall that could guide their surroundings better, their hand pressed up against the cold surface, which made them instinctively get closer to the wall.

A small noise came from one the speakers, almost like someone tapping on something. It made the other perk up as they looked up into practically nothing, if only they could see.
"..Hello... uhhhhh.."
Their voice sounded almost dead, emotionless?
"...Rose... I'm here to keep watch.."
The other, well, now named Rose seemed to back up into the dark, uneasy from the random voice speaking to him.

"..Oh yeah.. right.."
Something seemed to have spawned in Rose's hands, matches and a small candle which seemed to be in a holder.
"I'll fix the lightbulb later."
Rose's grip tightened on the matches as he nodded, he opened the matchbox, taking out one match and lighting the candle, which seemed to make a temporary light source.
"..Thank yo-"
Rose was suddenly cut off.
"There's more that should be joining you soon."
"....What?"

"Hold on.. one of them is here.. let me just.."
A small hidden trapdoor opened from the ceiling, another object, in a paper bag, fell from it, Rose backed away so it wouldn't hit him. The trapdoor closed as quickly as it opened, the other object was unresponsive.
"Don't mind them, they're a little weird."
Rose approached the object slowly, shaking them to see if they would move.
"..Have fun, I suppose. Until the others get here I'll figure out what to do with you guys."

The voice seemed to..almost sign off. Rose was left with a complete stranger, and he didn't know where he was. He places the candle on the floor, keeping it away from the other as to not accidentally burn them. He looked closely at the paper bag's face, it looked almost unsettling. The face was drawn on, the way it was chicken scratched made it look more creepy. The smile looked almost dead. He swallowed the fear down his throat before shaking the other again, which seemed to have gotten a response this time.

The paper bag moved to grab Rose's hand, which caused him to pull away. He grabbed the candle before placing it on the table.
"Hey- I'm not going to hurt you... justdonthurtme?"
The paper bag seemed to..understand? The way they stood there says otherwise. They approached closer, having to almost look up at Rose, he was way taller than them.
"We're gonna be here a while, buddy.. uh..what do I call you?"
The other pointed at themself, signaling that it was fine to call them what they were.. PaperBag.
"..Ohh. Gotcha."

PaperBag gave small thumbs ups with their hands, they seemed to be mute. PaperBag seemed to look around before deciding to roam into the darkness, they wouldn't go far thankfully. The room seemed tiny. Rose sat on the table, the candle next to him as he hesitated to go into the dark with PaperBag.

All of this felt odd for Rose, was this a dream? It felt real from his perspective. He held at his leaves, not pulling too tight or holding them bruisingly tight so they wouldn't damage. He didn't expect to be stuck with someone completely random, in a dark and isolated room, and with other objects coming soon? That would be stressful to deal with.
Something seemed to pull him away from his thoughts as PaperBag shook his leg, holding up something to show.
"Huh?"

Rose took the object from PaperBag before they eventually disappeared again. It seemed to be small, it was a small dial for the radio. He looked over, sure enough, it was there. He got off the table before going to the radio to look at it closer. A small cover was covering where the dial was originally, and it seemed stuck on. He looked back at the dial in his hand before placing it in his petals.

"..Im back."
Both of them seemed to look up at the darkness covering the speakers again, the same voice.
"I have something."
Something seemed to shift, the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling was being unscrewed by some random force. After it was taken out, the lightbulb was put into Rose's hand.
"It's yours now, I don't know what you're gonna do with it, but take it."
"....Thanks for the generosity."
PaperBag held their hands up as they begged for the lightbulb silently. Rose reluctantly gave it before PaperBag hid it in their bag. A new lightbulb was getting screwed on, which was going to give light. The sudden flash of light filled the room.
The new lightbulb was a bit dim, but bright enough. The dark was jow warded away, and both objects were able to see everything around them, the table, the speakers. They were able to see themselves clearly now.

"Is that better?"
The voice through the speaker spoke, Rose simply nodded as PaperBag seemed distracted from their own thoughts. Rose went over to the table to blow out the candle.
"Well, try not to cause too much. The last bunch was very out of control.."

"We won't.."
"Good."
The voice seemed to have signed off again, he placed the candle back down, it was slightly melted, but still usable. The smell from the candle was.. a bit pleasant, it seemed to fill the room, and PaperBag could feel it too.

Rose put the box of matches next to the candle, he felt a bit more relieved knowing he didn't have to be in the dark anymore, nothing lurking, nothing bothering him... Only him, and PaperBag, maybe his thoughts.

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