Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Enter the Dome

He couldn't believe it... it's finally happening... his dream is coming true and finally... he's going to make his children happy... he's going to finally get what he wants... and nobody is going to stop him!

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Later... Elsewhere... in Deerville.

14 May 2021

Lydia Timmons sat down on the loveseat on the porch of her, Skeeter's, and formerly, Priscilla's, house. She also had Doodles right next to her, as she took a sip of her delicious mocha cappuccino, complete with whipped cream and caramel on top. It was a chilly spring morning and she watched the peace in her neighborhood. Children laughing and playing, adults working on their lawn, it was as if the incidents never happened in this neighborhood. After all, this was a community that never gets into that kind of incidents, nobody believed that people could turn into objects... except for Lydia and Skeeter. Skeeter was a whole lot more concerned for Priscilla's disappearance that happened last year... she just left to try out some program at Gracie Winter's lab and never returned since.

Something had to happen... people don't just poof and be gone!

She can't just disappear... she had to be transformed into those darned objects.

Damn it.

Damn it!

DAMN IT!

"Lydia, calm down!" Skeeter shouted as Doodles rested his head on her lap, licking her arm with his canine tongue, "Even the dog can sense that you're upset!"
"I was just thinking, everybody in this neighborhood are oblivious to the fact that people have been turning into objects left and right lately." Lydia sighed, "There was no way that people should be ignoring this kind of shit! To make matters even worse, there is even an invitation to some kind of dome?! How are things going out of wack recently?!"

Skeeter tilted his head, not knowing what she's talking about before Lydia handed him the letter, "Read it, Skeets, I want you to know what might be going on..."
"Alrighty then." Skeeter nodded in agreement.

The note read:

Lydia,

I am honored to invite you to a dome in Barkfield, [REDACTED]. It would be interesting to meet you, invite you to a show to make your loved ones proud, and of course, win a prize at the end. Don't worry, all living arrangements are already paid for, which means that you can enter the dome and not worry about your basic needs. So, two days from now, you should be packed up and ready to go for an opportunity of a life time!

Just drive to this address,

32 Dominic Ave,

Barkfield, [REDACTED].

Thank you for your participation,

Craig Boxer.

"See! This is what I am talking about! He's trying to make me play a-" Lydia tried to speak to Skeeter but he put out his hand.
"Lydia." Skeeter interjected, "This man is a Boxer, I think he is related to that man named Cecil Boxer, perhaps his brother? I've been looking up genealogy lately and how some people can be... related."
"You mean Cecil Boxer the very guy who worked with Dr. Winters to make a humanization ray gun?" Lydia asked.
Skeeter nodded in agreement, "Yep, and if Cecil is good, what's the chances that Craig might be a good person as well!"
"I'm just skeptical, people disappeared after reading a note and going over to do something... whether it's an internship or even... God forbid, a game. What should I do?" Lydia asked.
"Maybe get to the bottom of this and be here to save people, even if they're strangers, make some new friends in the process?" Skeeter asked.
"Sure, as if I'm going to make friends in that dome, I don't really get along much with people, y'know." Lydia sighed, "And there was no way that I'm going to be able to survive that long either..."
"You're doubting yourself, don't." Skeeter added, as Doodles licked Lydia again.
"Doodles, please, stop!" Lydia giggled as slobber was getting all over her cheek and her arms, "Okay, Skeeter, but promise me, take care of Doodles for me."