A Directively Direct Comparison

The Figures

Anyways, Blue and I spent some alone time with ourselves.
We talked about t /

It cut off right there.

Sub-world portal-transportation? Worlds linked to gates, and leap-portal technology?
I've only encountered them in about four or five worlds, and even then they usually have only one of those at a time.

The sudden offset line matched with the pencil's broken lead tip... so Fuchsia might've been unaware of this body swap? Seems likely, but for now this Grey looks like the one I should get to.
I hope they let me explain, otherwise... I don't know, maybe just run away.
...

Did I hear voices in the distance?
That sounded like "...king hair... get bac... here..."

I think I'll move. For now I carried the book at my side as I tried my best to walk as fast as I could to the source of the voices. Egh, steady, jeez...

Through the dirt pathway I go.

Convenient place for it! Considering the amount of forest this place has.

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<Change of View: Muncher in Blue's body>

Muncher... opened their eyes to a strange sight.

Instead of the vast space of the Gateway world, standing near the entrance to a pipe-based world, he was located on a circular dirt pathway, connecting a village with four houses of beige color to itself.

In the middle of the circular path stood a granite statue of a blue stickman posing with a hand behind their head and their other on their hip, wearing a sheepish smile, and the engravings on the base of the statue's side facing Muncher read:

For Blue
2016
'Unifying us together, even in death.'
Thank you.

Orange sez: Blue is alive now! Time Magic!!! :D

A black stickman stood at the sides of his vision, standing as tall as him.
They were droning on a bit about something, before they looked over to Muncher.

"Well, Fuchsia's good, she's the closest one to get- Hello?" The black stick-figure asked.

He jumped back, registering the situation for what it is: unknown, and potentially dangerous.
Expecting to put himself in moderate distance-

He fell over backwards, miscalculating his longer legs and weaker jump.
Ow!

"Oh my-" The black stickman ran over and crouched down, before putting their arm below Muncher's shoulder and supporting his head back up to eye level with them.
"What- Why did you do that?" The black figure asked.

I don't know, was what Muncher wanted to reply with.
"Uhh..." He couldn't get the words out of his mouth, making this a bit more awkward.

The black figure he'll call Black for now, tilted their head in confusion.

"Umm... I'm not to be here." Muncher began. "I'm not supposed to be here...?"
He felt his vocal cords vibrate without the threat of itching caused by the drying of his throat, leaving him rather confused. Furthermore, he sounded different, and-

Is this a tall blue body?

He wiggled his feet, and the ones laying down on the ground in his vision wiggled in response.

"Not supposed to-... then who were you gonna go to?" Black asked before noticing Muncher's surprised look.
Black turned over to the presumed direction where Muncher was looking.