A Directively Direct Comparison

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

Ugh... ouch.

Did I just land on small rocks?
Mmm... Yes. Yes I did.

I got myself up on my knees, shaking my head and rubbing off dirt from my sore spots from when I hit the rocks.
That's when I saw the rest of the world in the distance... a city, a harsh-looking desert, a volcanic lava land and indigenous forests with what looks like a village, all side-by-side each other.

A whole landscape of separate areas surrounding the mountain, that I was standing on top of.

I heard footsteps from below me. I peered off the edge of the small cliff... oh, there's Fuchsia and Purple, down on the lower wide path of the cliffside!
They didn't see me, so I- ow, nevermind, my throat reminded me of it's condition.
I picked up and tossed a pebble over, hitting the floor just in front of the two.

"It's raining rocks." Fuchsia muttered, before she turned her yellow cube body and propellers upwards. How does she do that without spinning off course?
"Ah, Blue! He's up there!" Yep, we were relieved to see each other.

I let a small grin out as I sat on the cliffside, before pushing off and sliding down the precipice.
Oompf. Touchdown.

"Well, no more pressing random buttons."
Fuchsia closed their eyes and rubbed their forehead with their two-pronged metal arm.
"It just took us to another part of the world, from what I can get. Or another world." They closed their eyes and sighed.

I figured that much.
Get blinded by white, get launched to mountains, land butt on stones. Who wouldn't love that?
...mental image of White hugging my face notwithstanding.

Purple was watching over the cliff down to the steep drop below. I joined in to see; It wasn't that high, but it was still liable for broken bones. Not a good time overall.
Huh... do any of us even have bones?

Me and Purple were some sort of plants with legs- Flytraps. Flytraps with legs and arms.
While Fuchsia... I don't recognize her.

I can only describe her as a yellow flying box drone with red propellers on her top, and eyes and a mouth that's ridiculously flexible and expressive. Those very thin lines for the eyes and the vanishing eyebrows are weird.
But I digress.

Now that we're at the top of the mountain and nothing interesting was here, climbing down was our best choice.
It would be simple enough if not for the pseudo-fingers me and Purple had, ahh... I may not still be used to that...

This reminds me of Black's fall off a small cliff and accidentally bumping into Pink whilst he was in the past with Purple to save my life. He said he slipped on moss.
I checked and- nope, no moss nearby.

"That village is the closest thing from up here." Fuchsia pointed her claw to the forests, before turning over to look at me and then Purple, her arm raised.
"Hmm... Hold on-"

Fuchsia's arm lowered and her claws swiveled over horizontally, opened for us two to do something... like climbing into it?

"Let's try this first. Can I hold you both?"

I locked eyes with Purple, knew what Fuchsia was indicating, before we both nodded.
We walked into Fuchsia's claws, and it clamped shut on our thin torsos with our hands grabbing onto it-

Owh!
Our heads just hit each other, and we had to tilt over off each other.
Bonked, ugh.

"Oops, sorry." Fuchsia apologized, before she began to lift us up and my feet felt the ground leave.
She doesn't look to be having any problems...
"Gosh, you two are lighter than I expected. I can hardly feel anything."