Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Watch Your Mouth

"Oh, ***, what the ******* **** is happening to me?! Why am I becoming an object!" It was getting worse and worse by the moment, because as soon as the blackness reached where her nether regions are, she could feel her [REDACTED] shriveling up into nothingness, causing her to become technically genderless, although something inside of her was telling her that she is now a THEY.

"What the actual ****?! Why did my ****** change?! What happened to my ****** *****?!" Cynthia cried out as they could feel their body then cracking and popping, as it was getting flatter and flatter, as their body was almost completely black, with the exception of their head, neck, and legs, but that was going to change as the blackness spread down their legs. Their legs also began to get thinner and thinner, as they could feel themself losing more and more of their feminine curves. They could feel the hairs on their legs sprinkling off as Cynthia had caught a glimpse of something, her light brown hair was falling out in clumps, as they could feel their feet beginning to morph as well. Their toes merged together as they could feel their feet bloating into semispheres, as they could feel their shoes becoming painfully tight.

With a loud SHRRIP, their sneakers were torn into shreds before their feet shrunk down in size. They then could feel the blackness crawling up their neck.

"Gah! What the **** is ***pening to **?!" The censorship was getting worse and worse, and there was nothing that Cynthia could do to stop every single word in their dictionary being censored, "* **** want every***** to be ********! Some***, any*** help **, ******! * **** ** be a ******** ***! No, no, n*, n*, **! *** ****, ******** *** ****!" After the blackness had overwhelmed their neck, they couldn't speak normally anymore, no more English for them, only bleeps from now on. Their neck then cracked and popped, as the blackness spread up to their chin, their neck shrinking down until they essentially had no neck. This meant it was now time for the CEPHALOTHORAX! [Everyone's favorite word to use, at least in the OSCTF Conmunity!](Oh yes, that word!)

Their head and torso cracked and popped, merging into one, as their body reshaped itself into a rectangular shape. As the blackness spread up their head, they could feel their entire face stinging. They could feel their senses, sans touch, be temporarily disabled as their eyes, nose, mouth and ears melted back into their face. Upon regaining their senses, they noticed that all of their clothes were gone and that the last strands of their hair was falling out, scattering all over the floor. They tried to scream, but all that came out was bleeping. Finally, white text appeared on their body, as it read CENSORED, and with a few more adjustments, their physical transformation into a sentient censored bar was complete.

"**** *** ****, *** ** * * ******** *** *** ** *** *******?!" Cynthia asked as they observed their new body, "******, **** **!"
"I-I don't understand what you're s-saying..." Serena whimpered, knowing that her best friend had turned into an object.

Suddenly, before Cynthia could further process their changes, they could feel a headache from Hell itself emerging from nowhere, "***! **** *** ****?!"

Cynthi** could feel their old, human memories slipping away. They were also slowly remembering that they're always like this, unable to speak properly because every word or noise that comes out is a bleep. They were forgetting high-school and college as neither of those were important to them anyways. They were also forgetting their best friend Serena as well.

"**! * **** ** ****** ***!" Cynt**** was beginning to feel new memories flooding in as they were starting to remember competing on Open Source Objects, as a mantra I must compete was repeating itself inside of their head. They could feel basic information of their career as an activist leaving their head, organizing and protesting, researching for a cause, it was all gone.

Cy****** could feel a new personality washing over them as they became more of an outgoing, carefree, and confident person. Memories of being best friends with Putty were flooding in as well as they could feel their grip on their head loosening...

...and when they finally let go, Cynthia Baron was now dead to the world, replaced by Censored/********.

"*** *** ***?" Censored asked.
"Oh, no, I don't know what had become of you or what you're saying!" Serena replied.
"* ** *******! *** ** **** *****!" Censored then left the room, leaving Serena in tears.

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Meanwhile with Purro...

Purro was having a bottle of vodka, sitting right next to Simon.
"Purro, do you think that the increasing amount of the objects are overwhelming?" Simon asked, sipping on his coffee.
"Yeah, why would you ask?" Purro asked, taking another sip of vodka.
"Because there is a censor bar walking around this place!" Simon replied, "And they seem to be looking for you."
"*****! ** **** ***?" Censored asked.
"I don't understand what they're saying though, all I could hear is bleeping!" Purro scoffed.
"****! *** **** ******* *********, *****, * **** **** ** *** ***!" Censored beeped out of frustration.
"I agree with Purro, go, whoever you're looking for, he or she is not here!" Simon shouted, "We are not going to sit around and watch you ramble on about the person you're looking for!"
"****! **** ** **** ******* ***, ***, *** **** ** *******! *** ***, *** **** ***!" Censored shouted before running away.

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Meanwhile with Craig...

"Well, I might as well type up a few things before I decide to target Serena!" Craig snickered.

Bessie Sycamore, a 31 year old woman,

A shopaholic who joined the two activists' protest, but when she spoke her mind against me, I decided to take matters to my own hands. She was reduced into a simplistic shape while I have silenced her, permanently. I had turned her into Black Square.

I couldn't even tell if her, now his, mind has changed, let's just hope that it did, so I don't have to worry about him causing any conflict in my mission to bring "Open Source Objects" to life.

Cynthia Baron, at the ripe age of 21,

After she watched the transformation, I had to do something about her and her best friend, Serena. Since she often used fowl language, I knew that making her into a censored bar would be a befitting punishment for her.

I had made her suffer by taking away her ability to speak English, by replacing words with bleeps, starting with swear words. She was transformed beyond recognition, and nobody even knows what she, now they, is anymore. They are nothing more than a censored bar, and that's final. And luckily, they've went through the mental changes and I wonder if, after I take care of Serena, I should take care of Purro and his friend, since Censored Bar wants to look for Putty.

Craig sighed as he looked around, noticing that his children were messing around again, arguing over their favorite colors again. He looked back at his laptop and noticed that there was a line of text that he didn't remember writing again.

"You are ruining peoples lives by transforming them into objects, stop before the transformations ruin you and your children's lives!"

There was no way that the word processor itself is writing them down, how does it know that he has been transforming people, hence ruining people's lives?

"No, there has to be some logical explanation to some strange typing, sometimes occurring when I look away! It has to be a hacker!" Craig reassured himself as he repeated the same process when unwanted text appears in his document, he highlighted it and pressed the del key.
"Preposterous, anything of ours has a 11 layer encryption to make sure that none of our devices get hacked!" Blaine replied.
"Then whoever it is, they must be a good hacker." Craig snickered, before continuing to write down his log, as he decided that it is now time to target...

Serena Vega.

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A/N: Well, I did my best depicting Censored Bar. Yay!

Any ideas, comments, suggestions or questions are welcome and appreciated.

Thank you,

~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡