This is just a story I wrote to practice my writing skills. This story is about the backstory of one of my object OCs, Gingerbread Man.

“Hey, Gingerbread Man! What's up?” said Gingerbread Tree.

“I'm great!” Gingerbread Man replied.

“Hey, Gingerbread Man,” said Gingerbread House, “You've never told us how you got to Objectopia.”

“It's a bit sensitive.” said Gingerbread Man. “At least, for me.”

“Come on! We can handle it!” said Gingerbread Tree.

“Alright then.” said Gingerbread Man.

Gingerbread Man's POV(this means the story will now be told through Gingerbread Man's perspective)

“Here's the story.” I said. “I used to live in a special place called Gingerland. It's a lot similar to Objectopia, except nearly everything was made of candy, and everybody was a gingerbread man. It wouldn't be safe for you to enter, though. The air is basically just sugar in air form. Anyways, everyone in Gingerland had some sort of purpose. From pet shop owners to policemen, from water treatment workers to farmers, and there were even gingerbread devils and gingerbread pop stars. As for me? I was a scientist. But not just any scientist. I was a scientist with a dream. A dream of seeing the world around me. I wanted to cross every chocolate milk ocean, explore every butter pecan ice cream tundra, and discover every orange cream desert.”

“Wow, that's so cool! I didn't know you were a scientist!” said Gingerbread House.

“Anyways,” I said. “But one day, when I was prepared to explore the fabled and elusive Dragonfruit Milk Ocean, I heard screaming. I checked the calender in a panic. It was December 24th! Santa was here! But not to give us presents. He was here to EAT us! The miltary was putting up a fight, but it was not enough. I screamed in absolute terror and ran to the laboratory. The workers there were preparing a portal. ‘You have to leave this place!’ one of them said. ‘But I love it here!’ I said. ‘You don’t have a choice! If you want to survive, you have to go somewhere else!' another one said. The first worker gave me a special pill that gives you the ability to breathe in anything and not get harmed. Then, Santa started walking to the laboratory, with his boots making a horrid ‘squish’ sound on the vanilla cake and buttercream icing ground. ‘HO HO HO!’ he bellowed, as he took the roof off of the laboratory. ‘You have to leave! NOW!’ the second worker said, as Santa picked him up and ate him. I hastily took the pill and ran into the portal. I ended up in Objectopia, although I didn't know it was Objectopia at first. Some of the objects looked at me with funny faces. ‘Who are you?’ one of them said. ‘I’m Gingerbread Man.' I said. ‘Name’s Paint Bucket.' the object said. ‘Hi, Paint Bucket.’ I said. Then, you two noticed me, and then you walked up to me and welcomed me like I was family.”

“I remember it like it was yesterday.” said Gingerbread Tree.

“It took me a while to get used to all the not-candy surroundings and the not-gingerbread-man citizens, but I did get used to it eventually.” I said. “This place is so welcoming and beautiful. I still miss my old home, though.”

“It's okay. I bet they managed to get everything back together.” said Gingerbread House.

“You're probably right.” I said. “Now, who's ready to play a game of tag?”

“We are!” said Gingerbread House and Gingerbread Tree.

(End of story)

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Um, thanks? I can't tell if this is a compliment or…