It was a normal average day like any other in 2009. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, and this wasn't an Undertale reference. Everything was perfectly calm, quiet, and content.

Except for the rampaging rambunctious hyperactive corrupted object storming through the woods.

Yes siree, a very old one too, seeing as it had powers. You see, the longer one is corrupted, the higher chance they have to develop some sort of superpower. Well... perhaps superpower isn't quite the right term, but it is certainly a very special ability. This looked to be a pencil or pen object, and coincidentally, they had powers of creation. They just went tumbling along, giving life to everything in its path at random, although it didn't last very long. Maybe a tree would sprout eyes for a moment as they passed, or perhaps you could hear the frogs speaking. At least I, the narrator, could. But as soon as they would leave, the forest would return to tranquility. They didn't much seem to mind or care that they were throwing their life giving powers around all willy-nilly, but they had to be corrupted somehow. Maybe it was because of their blatant disregard for consequences.

The object continued their merry jaunt through the miscellaneous forest until this disastrous little creature tripped on a semi-noticeable rock and tumbled down a hill, face planting on a patch of grass. They quickly got up and went along their merry way but their prolonged presence had already left a permanent impact upon the local wildlife.

The flora and fauna of that little patch of grass began to morph and stretch into a more humanoid form. Bones and skin and hair that all resembled its natural appearance began to sprout where there was none and a ear-piercing crackle could be heard for a couple dozen meters away. Something as small as a flower launched 5 or more feet into the air before uprooting itself with leaves that were slowly twisting into the shape of hands and arms. The wings of the butterfly began to twist and fold over into itself, forming long sleeves around teal-ish arms that didn't use to be there. Not even a minute later, there was a small gaggle of extremely confused looking humanoid animals and flowers sitting in that patch of grass.

Well, I should probably be slightly more specific. There were two flowers, a bunny, and a butterfly. They were not quite human and not quite object. They did not have the natural hair and skin of humans, nor the inky limbs of objects. They were simply something completely new. The two flowers, blue and purple, had their petally hair tied back in a ponytail, with yellow and green skin and clothes seemingly formed of more plant matter. The rabbit had blue fur and ears sprouting from the top of its head, with a puffy, fluffy dress draped over it. The butterfly, meanwhile, had shiny black hair and clothes, with yellow sleeves and shorts, and antennae sprouting out of the top of its head.

The butterfly was the tallest, so some instinct popped into the others saying that they should group around it. The butterfly used their shorter friends to prop itself up and stand. It's not like it had ever been a biped before, or even had an endoskeleton. This was a strange position to be in for sure, but after a few moments of wobbling and wiggling, it caught its balance on the top of its companions' heads and began attempting to walk.

The other friends took after the butterfly, taking great interest in its strange perambulating. They attempted to stand as well and trailed after the butterfly. The flowers needed a bit more assistance, which made sense considering that they had never even really moved on their own before, but the bunny was eager to help. After all, it had the most experience with walking like this. Time seemed to move so much faster for them all, now that they were of human size. It was clumsy, enormous existence, but they could perhaps grow accustomed to it. After gathering their wits, the group of strange creatures began to traverse the woods.

Unfortunately, another party heard the sounds of their transformation from far away. This would prove rather fatal for them.

...

The man in the mole suit, helpfully nicknamed Moleman by his friends, was out scouting around the outskirts of his king's land. Well, to be truthful, he wasn't REALLY a king, as local political rulers didn't recognize his monarchy, but to give them credit they didn't know he existed either. In this modern day, monarchies, especially ones led by the old spirits, wouldn't fly so easily, so it was just easier to serve him in secret.

Moleman was never much one for recruiting to the kingdom, he'd always been more of a simpler type, driving away any potentially suspicious bypassers. Besides, with his appearance, it was a little hard to lure people to the kingdom in the first place. People took one look at his scruffy, dust covered overcoat and his sunken, mousy face and decided to walk the other way. However, when he heard those gross crackling noises and snuck up on the band of creatures just recently birthed into existence, it was just too easy to not pass up.

"Oh my, the king'll really loike you all now won't he?" Moleman muttered to himself in the bushes like a creep. "Fresh ripe minds eh? Won't even need any fixin' will ye?" Moleman crawled between the bushes, rustling around and around the group of strange creatures. They seemed to sense him, flitting their heads around nervously in search of him, but it did nothing but shoot their nerves. He finally circled behind them, stepped out of the bushes, and cleared his throat to make himself known. The quartet whipped their heads around and the butterfly spread its arms in front of the others to protect them. Heh, even without knowing anything at all, it had an instinctual desire to protect. How naive, thought Moleman.

"Hey now I'm not 'ere to hurt ye, I just wanna take ye somewhere safe now. Ye wouldn't moind somefin loike that?"

The creatures glanced quizzically at each other and it became very evident to Moleman that they didn't understand English. Or language at all for that matter. Moleman sighed gruffly and grabbed the butterfly by the arm, yanking them forward. The other three cried out in protest and tried to push him away but it did little more than bug him slightly. Besides, at least now he didn't have to drag away all four of them at once if he had their leader in hand. It's like that thing with horses where if you tame the head honcho, then the rest will follow you.

It did take a little coaxing to get the butterfly human creature thing to keep up with him. Despite its freakish height, it seemed to stumble at every opportunity. Perhaps he was asking too much of a basically newborn child, but y'know, most newborns don't do this well so it was really exceeding expectations. The trek to the kingdom wasn't even that difficult, and there were barely any obstacles, hills, cliffs, or anything in the way. It didn't take too terribly long before the group of five stopped in front of a strange, translucent looking gate. Moleman pressed a small button on one of the posts, and a shiny golden tube wormed its way up to his face.

"Er, I got some news for the king. I got some new recruits I think he oughta have a look at," Moleman spoke into the tube.

"Is that so?" replied a tinny voice from the tube. "I'll notify him in eight to ten business days."

"Ah c'mon now, quit screwing with me kid!" he chuckled back. "Just send me up."

"Right away M."

A few moments after the tube retreated back into the wall, the gate flew open, startling the creatures. Moleman smirked at their sincerity and led them into the kingdom. Malcolm would be happy with him tonight.