Objects in S.T.E.M

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"Well, you three, I need some space to make sure I calm down. I will meet you when it is dinner." Serena then asked everyone to leave, Black Square returning the pen to Serena, knowing that he has his own pens back in his room.

Everyone had left, as Serena was left to her devices, as she grabbed another notebook and began to write down possible ideas to shut down Craig's sick game. She was tired of being forced to play a sick game, and she wishes to get out of here as well, she wishes to free everyone, including herself, from this game; she wishes that Craig would fail to bring his favorite object show to life, for what? His sick entertainment?

But she was going to find out that Craig had something in store as she noticed that her desktop computer, that she set up a couple days ago, suddenly turned on, as she looked at the logo, it was weird that her computer would turn on from nowhere.

"What the hell is going on around here? Why did my computer turn on?" Serena asked herself as she prepared herself to turn off the computer by force, "Alright, nobody turns on my computer but me!" However, as soon as Serena reached over for the power button, she felt four wires coming out of the PC, as they poked at Serena's arm and...

BZZZZZZZT!

Electrocuted her, as she screamed in agony, jolting her arm away from the wires. "Gah! What the fuck was that for?!" Serena shouted as she looked at her affected arm, they were bleeding, as she began to shed tears out of pure agony. She got up from the floor, knowing that these wounds won't take care of themselves, as she ran off to Nadia's first-aid kit and grabbed some alcohol wipes and bandages to deal with the cuts that the wires had caused.

Serena cleaned the wounds to the best of her ability, time was of the essence, before she lifted the wipe off her arm, revealing that the wounds were replaced by vantablack blotches, as they were rapidly growing. She then heard cracking and popping as she screamed in pure agony. "Oh, God! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!" Serena shouted as she could feel her arm cracking and popping, blackness spreading more and more, arm becoming thinner and thinner, as she could feel her hands beginning to get affected by the transformation as well.

Her fingers were merging together as her palm bloated into a sphere, fingers sinking back into her palm, leaving her with a spherical hand tacked onto her now thin right arm. Her other arm fell the same fate as her right arm, causing her to scream as she could feel the hairs on her arms sprinkling off.

Serena looked at her objectified hands, as she could feel her legs cracking and popping as well, becoming thinner and thinner, losing a whole lot of fat in there, as her feet were also affected by the transformation. A blackness was rapidly spreading down her legs, she could feel her feet cracking and popping, toes merging together as the feet were swelling up, becoming semispherical as her navy blue sandals with a multicolored flower snapped open, before the feet shrunk down in size.

Serena gasped, "No, not there too!" as she could feel a sharp, painful sensation within her nether regions as her ahem was shriveling up into nothingness, and before she knew it, she was no longer a female. Although she is now technically genderless, Serena now felt like a male, as HE slammed his hand onto a wall, "No!" He cried out.

His curves were dissipating as he also caught a glimpse of something, strands of his dark blue, almost black, hair was falling out in clumps, scattering all over the floor. "No, no, no, no, no- GAH!" Serena cried out as he could feel his organs being shredded up, as wires were piercing through them, forcing them to shift into inner workings of a server box, as he could feel blood dripping from his mouth. He then felt a strange soreness within his throat, not just from the screaming, but his voice was beginning to change, lowering in pitch and gaining more and more of a masculine edge to it, "Why do I sound like a guy?"

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