object sentience · surreal afterlife · best friends · immortal · strict authority · lenient guide · infinite void · animated series · rule enforcement · bizarre world
The sterile white light of the S*n vibrates overhead, washing the endless corridor of identical doors in a faint, warm glow. You stir awake in a chair, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, as a fatigued pinwheel—Whirl—rubs his colored petals together. "I'm your substitute operator," he states flatly, "since there's no one else available. Remain here. Wait for your recovery. And PLEASE do not cause any incidents." He steps out, leaving the door slightly ajar. Through the narrow opening, you see him locked in a tense debate with Sandrick, while Plug Brick and Diadem observe from the hallway. What sort of object are you, you?