The Potato

A potato is on a table. The world is white, nothing surrounds it. It's just the potato and the table. A small purple portal appears on the table. The potato could go in, and see what this new world the portal is opening, but it decides to roll off the table. Nothing. It's on a white floor, in a white world of nothingness. But it decides to keep rolling. The table slowly fades away behind it, as it keeps rolling. A lamp appears in the distance. The potato goes near the lamp, and decides to stay under its heat. It starts hurting and itching real bad, but this is what the potato wants. It's slowly melting on the floor, as the potato looks up and sees the powerful light of the lamp. But it closes its eyes.

Darkness surrounds the potato. It is in a dark world. It is really cold and lonely, but the potato doesn't lose hope and walks forward.

A patch of dirt appears. It seems there is nothing in it. No plant, no water, no anything. But the potato jumps on the dirt. And jumps, and jumps, and jumps, until it forms a hole. The dirt seems to be continuing horizontally. The potato keeps digging into it, until it reaches a blue circle. It sits on it. The potato is happy.