Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Deck the Halls

"What a bitch?!" Lydia thought to herself as she knew that she had to do it, feeling threatened by Regina's words. Lydia knew Regina longer than most people in this dome, she knew that Regina's threats weren't empty, as she had fucked up Priscilla's life, even at high school, she even cut one of her eyes when Priscilla pissed her off, causing Priscilla to be half-blind, and even cut Priscilla's hair short and beat her up, leaving her on the streets as well. Regina has also driven people to ending themselves as well, and even funded a fat-shaming parade as well.

The only person who wants both Regina and Clarissa dead more than anyone else was Gladys, and she wanted to kill them with her bare hands, seeing how weak and frail they are, how their power's based on their support from others, and they'd be powerless without their servants and adoring simps. If they were alone and without their simps, Gladys would be able to kill them right now.

Lydia, while silently working on Regina's luggage, had this feeling of injustice, who knew that Regina would be so cruel to other people, and so lazy. Given her attitude towards others, Regina might be an ungrateful bitch! She wish that Indigo could stand up to Clarissa as well instead of being a sheep towards her. She wish that those two narcissistic bitches get what they deserve, she wishes that they'd get humiliated or face any fate worse than death, Hell was too good for those bitches anyways. But this isn't some fantasy story where people get their karma, righteous people triumph and the wicked suffer. This is the real world.

There is no way that Lydia would be able to stand up for herself either, because she isn't Priscilla.

-------------------------------
Meanwhile with Howard...

Howard had been assigned the green triangle dorm, but he knew regardless who would be assigned the same room as him, he would hate. Howard also hated people as well. He noticed that Purro and Simon were sharing the same room as him, and Phoenix was as well.

"I hate how I was assigned this room! I don't want to be part of this!" Howard scoffed as he walked to his room, as two more people came in, Chase and Isaac, "And those two better not be slap fighting each other when I am around either! They slap fight over some woman!"

Howard then unpacked. He didn't bring much as he knew that he likes to keep to himself, he isn't too over-the-top like that Mean Girls wannabe, and that's okay. He knew that he had to head towards the dining hall after unpacking anyways.

"Can't believe it, trapped inside of a dome with annoying people!" Howard mumbled angrily to himself, "I mean Phoenix isn't that bad, but as for the others, they're going to be the death of me."
He thought he would be able to live as his usual self, he thought he would be able to go, but there was something that has been bugging him for quite some time, he noticed that there was a mistletoe on the ceiling.

"Get this piece of shit off of the ceiling!" Howard shouted as he grabbed the mistletoe and ripped it off, but before he could sigh in relief...

...he felt a shiver running down his spine, as he felt strange, and a cut from one of the mistletoe leaves. He dropped the mistletoe as he looked at his hand, blood was spilling from the wound before it turned a pitch black color, spreading across from his palms and his fingers. As the black substance laced through his fingertips, Howard winced as his fingers were merging together, slowly turning his hands into featureless spherical blobs. His palms bloated into spheres as his fingers cracked, closing and merging with his new spherical blobs.

"W-what the fuck is this?! Am I b-becoming a m-monster?!" Howard asked, holding onto his arm, which the blackness was spreading up, causing him to hear cracks and pops as his arms were becoming thinner and thinner, more like object arms. This caused his other arm to fall the same fate as the already changed arm.