Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

The Horror of Music

A brief pause before one of them, Isaac spoke up, "Well, Chase was making his googly eyes onto Rosemary again!"
"Hey, it is because I love her, you only want to get freaky with her!" Chase scoffed.
"Grr!" Both of the scowled before they began slapping each other (oh, shit, it is like the Firey-Coiny Rivalry all over again!)[tell me about it! And with extra simping and stuff].

"Why do you guys keep slapping each other?!" Nadia finally spoke up, "It's pointless."
"He stole my girl!" Chase and Isaac shouted in unison, pointing at one another.
"Well, you guys should stop fighting or Gladys will make you!" Nadia cried out.
"Um, Nadia? I don't think you want Gladys to do your dirty work though." Blythe stammered, tapping their fingers.
"I know, it's just that Chase and Isaac need to stop fighting over Rosemary, or they'll get into a whole lot of trouble- where's Phoenix?!" Nadia asked.

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Meanwhile with Phoenix...

Phoenix was sitting down, carrying a can of beer as he looked around, noticing on how confined he really is, on how there isn't really a route of escape, the only exit being the door that Craig told everyone to leave through. Phoenix then took notice of the leaderboard, noticing that it said Howard Lee: 34th.

He knew that there was something strange really going on, but there was no way to see what would happen if he left, would it register his escape as a transformation or worse? He then took a sip of alcohol and noticed how woozy he felt, on how terrible he felt, and from a distance, Craig was watching him. And before Phoenix knew it, he passed out, being on the ground and Craig prompted both Gretchen and Ryker to pull him over to the room where he would do his crazy experiments on.

When Phoenix woke up, he found himself strapped up inside of the chair, unable to move his arms as he noticed that Craig had a wide grin plastered on his face.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Phoenix asked as he noticed that there was a whole bunch of the lab equipment, some technological, others chemical, "Wait, I knew what you are doing?! You have transformed Howard into Holly! You son of a bitch!" Phoenix screamed out as he knew what Craig is getting him into.
Craig then chuckled, "You are obviously a threat to my plans, something that needs to be silenced and something that needs a change of heart."
"You asshole! You are not going to get away with transforming everyone in this place!" Phoenix scowled at Craig.
"You dare insult your host, Phonograph?" Craig asked as he fixed the hood of his jacket, "Well, I might as well play some transformative binaural beats to make sure that you change." Craig then placed his advanced noise canceling headphones on, making sure that he is unaffected by the binaural patterns in the song.
"Sir, I know that you are trying to make your show a reality, but not this way, please!" Phoenix cried out, "Please spare me of the pain! There is a way to make sure that objects can be made from the ground up!"
Craig, ignoring Phoenix's pleas, headed over towards the phonograph and placed a specific vinyl on there, before turning it on, causing Phoenix to freeze up, "How preposterous, objects cannot be created from the ground up, we need human souls to make sure that they still possess the same qualities as a person would." He let out a chuckle, "It wouldn't be possible to bring an object to life without a human to sacrifice themself for the object to live. All objects that were made from the ground up were either animalistic or straight up perished after a few days. You humans haven't perfected it yet!"

The beats that was playing within the record that Craig was playing felt so... hypnotic. Auntie Gracie had always told him of the dangers of this type of music and as such had forbidden it from the family, both she and Phoenix enjoyed the quiet, ambient noises that gave him tranquility.

He could feel himself drifting further and further away as well, as he could feel his left arm becoming number and number, as blood was dripping from his mouth, his nose, and his ears. Why does it hurt so much? Is all his body could think about. He could feel his left arm becoming stiffer and stiffer as it slowly turned into some kind of crank (I don't know what it is called, ngl), becoming a gold color. He could feel other arm beginning to turn black as he could feel his fingers beginning to merge together, his palm bloating into a sphere as he could feel his fingers sinking back into his palm, leaving him with a sphere tacked on a thinning arm.