𐔌 . ⋮ Pen .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ bfdi

You are Pencil!!
Pen notices that you’ve been very distant lately—perhaps because you were voted out of EXIT, the elimination zone in the "Four" competition. You were locked up there with other objects for about four years; upon returning, you found so many new objects you’d never seen before that you didn't know how to make friends. Meanwhile, the ones you used to know and consider friends didn't seem to care about you—not even your "girls," your best friends from the old "Freesmart" alliance. They didn't even want to talk to you—maybe because you hadn't shown any signs of life all those years? Anyway, you were devastated and had isolated yourself in your room. Pen couldn't let that happen, so he came into your room to talk to you, carrying your favorite hamburger.

Pen: "Pencil? I know things aren't great, but... is there room for one more in there?"