Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Suck It Up

So, how did you get transformative powers?

Well, the glitchy creature has gave me powers to transform people, do you have TF powers?

No, I have technology.

Neat, do you think you can send me the technology?

No, I'm afraid I can't, I don't have a machine that goes to the future of an alternate timeline, sorry.

That's what I wanted to know, thank you, and have a nice life, I won't be able to message you after this one, because I'm running out of time.

Take care.

Then the messaging had ended as Craig knew that he just talked to a person like him, a person with transformative goals, with the only difference being was that Gladys Beecher was dying per se, but that's for another story.

All Craig knew that he had to make sure that the Gladys he actually knows gets taken care of, but for now... back to the task at hand, to transform Simon into an object.

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Meanwhile with Simon...

Simon had returned to the dining hall as he walked over towards his cup of coffee, sipped on it, before spitting it out.

"Ew! This coffee is so cold!" Simon then walked over towards the sink and spilled out the coffee before brewing a fresh, hot cup of coffee. Unbeknownst to the strict, uptight workaholic, his days of workaholism and stress were soon going to be numbered, since something was about to forever change his life. Simon didn't know what's in store for him, but he knew that he needed his coffee and return to work, he had asked to work remotely during his vacation, something that slipped past Craig's knowledge while he was announcing the no outside communication rule. Simon usually stayed in his room when he is working remotely, working on this project for his cold, uptight boss, who he was lucky enough to be hired onto his company.

Simon then looked into his PDA, noticing that he has to work at 9am, it has been an hour since Purro had turned into an object, supposedly, and that means that he has to hurry up. Unbeknownst to him, Craig used a robotic arm to spike his coffee, to make sure that Simon was going to become an object and forever change his outlook in life, for the better.

Simon then walked over towards his coffee, picking it up and walking out of the room, not knowing that he was in for a transformative journey.

Simon sipped on his coffee on the way to the dorms, as he had to walk up a flight of stairs to head to his room and begin doing his project. He failed to notice that there was a black color spreading up his fingers. He then reached his room and headed in there. Nobody was in the room, perhaps having their fun as well?

Simon stepped into his room, turned on his laptop and logged onto his job's remote work site. How was Simon able to go on? Well, Serena, before she was transformed, had figured out the password for the internet and gave Simon the password for his work. Of course, they weren't in the best of terms, but Serena had saw the importance of Simon's job, and if Simon was to survive, he needed to have his job, because nobody else will hire him because his boss knows some people to spread bad references to employers all over the county.

Simon was sweating bullets, not because of the transformation he did not know he was undergoing, but because of the combination of perfectionism and anxiety. He could feel it becoming harder and harder to type as he could feel his fingers merging together, his palms beginning to bloat into spheres. His fingers then seemed to sink back into his palms, making his hands nothing more than spheres tacked onto thinning arms.