Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

The Horror of Music

Blackness was spreading up his arm as he could feel it becoming thinner and thinner, as he screamed in agony, feeling and hearing the cracks and pops of his arm. He slid the arm out of the rope and looked at his objectified hand, "No, no, no, no, no, no!" Phoenix cried out as he could feel pain within his legs, as he could feel them turning black, legs beginning to thin out as his feet weren't spared either, cracking into semispheres as toes were merging together, as the semispherical feet bursted through his gold-colored sneakers, before they shrunk down in size.

Suddenly, Phoenix could feel a sharp jolt within his nether regions as he could feel his naughty bits shriveling up into nothingness, as he could feel himself becoming technically genderless. However, something clicked inside of him that told him that he is now a SHE.

There was no stopping to her transformation as she could feel her body beginning to crack and pop. Bones shattering, organs being shredded apart, as she could feel her spinal disks beginning to shatter, causing her body to start compressing itself. She was slowly losing her human shape as she was becoming devoid of any human features. Her neck cracked and popped as she could feel it shrinking down, she felt at her face and noticed that a brown color was beginning to over take her skin, and it felt harder than normal skin... it felt like... (most likely) wood. With a loud, violent SNAP! Her neck was gone, and now it is time for the CEPHALOTHORAX!"

She could feel her head and torso merging together, as she could feel her body becoming more and more like the base of a phonograph. Phoenix screamed in agony, as she felt her nose and ears melting back into her face, as she felt her insides becoming the inner workings of a phonograph, which shredded through her original vocal cords, rendering her unable to speak without a record. She also caught a glimpse of something, her blonde hair was falling out in clumps, scattering all over the floor. Her mouth was then sealed shut as she could feel pain on the now flattened top of her body, she could feel a turntable and the horn with a needle underneath it forming, causing her to wince. If she could scream, she would.

As the last strands of her hair fell out, Phoenix tearfully looked at Craig, who had a record just for her, ready to make sure that the transformation is complete. With slowly darkening eyes, she glared at Craig, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes grew darker and darker and became tiny ovals, hence making them into beady black ovals in mere moments. With a few more adjustments, Phoenix's transformation into a sentient phonograph is complete.

She frantically waved her only arm and kicked at the wall with her legs. She didn't want this, she didn't want to be an object at all. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks as Craig closed in on poor Phoenix.

"You know, all of this would have been avoided if you were not the nephew of one of the pillars." Craig snickered, "Now, this record is going to give you a voice, but it is also going to wipe your mind, whether you like it or not." He then inserted the vinyl onto the turntable before playing it, which caused Phoenix to feel a headache from Hell itself emerging from nowhere.

"Y-you're a monster..." Phoeniph cried out, failing to notice that she is now speaking in a feminine voice, albeit it sounded like it had a little bit of static in there as well, as she could feel memories slipping away from her grasp. She could feel memories of high-school going bye-school, memories of college kissing themselves sayonara, and even memories of Gracie slowly leaving her.

"No... don't take her away from me!" Phoenraph could feel more and more of her old memories slipping away from her grasp as she was forgetting about her dreams to follow in her Auntie's footsteps. She could feel her mind becoming more and more blank, as if it was erasing everything to make room for a completely new identity.

It was all coming back to Phoengraph as she could feel new memories flooding in, completely destroying the old memories. She could remember competing on Open Source Objects, along with 33 others, as a new personality was washing over her, as a wise, honest and overtrusting personality was replacing her old personality. She remembered that despite the great advise that she gives to others, not many took her seriously, only her closest friends did.

With a few more adjustments, I am pretty sure that it is safe to assume that Phoenix Winters is now dead to the world, replaced by Phonograph.

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Meanwhile with Darcy and her sisters.

Darcy, wearing her yellow jacket, was walking over to look for Phoenix. Despite her apathetic personality, she still thinks it is logical to look for someone who hasn't returned in a long time.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Dorothy asked, angry at Darcy as she tugged at her green jacket.
"U-uh, and isn't i-it dangerous t-to go out?" Delilah asked, folding her arms, letting hands feel at the soft pink fabric of her sweater.
"I am aware that Phoenix might have gone missing, it is only common sense to make sure he is okay." Darcy replied.
"Let's just hope that we don't end up m-missing..." Delilah whimpered.

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Back with Craig...

Craig was typing into the computer, ignoring Phonograph's advice on not to.

Craig knew he had noticed three girls not getting along, all of them siblings. He began to write down who to target next.

Dorothy Goldwyn, Darcy Goldwyn and Delilah Goldwyn...

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A/N: Well, this is a great chapter for me to write. I mean, I can finally say that both of the Winters have been taken care of.

See you in the next chapter, and remember, make sure to comment, give ideas, suggest me anything, and share your thoughts.

Thank you
~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡