I live at Pencilvania, in the trash with my pencil shaving community. Life was normal, I Mr. Washington Uno and other pencil shavings did work, sleep, and some human named Leo the weeabo claimed the trash can was his home. Life was good. (For Mr. Washington, not for me cesar, my hands hurt and I had nightmares about Hillary deleting this story).

Just then, the ground started shaking.
At first I thought I was drunk, but I can't drink or I'll die (I'm a pencil shaving). IT WAS AN EARTHQUAKE!
That or Donald Trump was here building a wall. Either way, both equally terrible. The trash can fell over, and we rolled and rolled.

It was the most scariest thing I've ever experienced, next to searching up undertale fanart on the Google.

Part 2 is next.