Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Pitch a Fit

Craig then gave the teacup to Peony, with a smile on his face as Peony sipped at the tea, not noticing that Craig's grin turned wicked, knowing that things are going to be a success as well.

"Maybe you're not as bad as I suppose you are." Peony smiled as she got done drinking her tea and waved goodbye, not knowing the changes that will overcome her as she gradually transforms into an object.

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Back with Lydia...

"So, Peony has been out for a long, long time, hasn't she?" Nadia asked.
"I think she has been as well, I don't know what to tell you." Oswald sighed, pretending not to know what's going on despite having a book that supposedly tells the future.
"Well, I don't think that you have been doing your job of warning people of their fates! All of their transformations could have been avoided if you would have warned them!" Nadia scoffed.
"For the last time, I cannot interfere with fate or other people's lives, it's all out of my control!" Oswald scoffed.
"Well, it's your fault for not telling everyone what will become of them!" Nadia shouted, "I just wanted to know what will become of me!"
"No, I don't want anyone to be panicking over that kind of stuff, I... don't want to be responsible for anyone's deaths." Oswald sighed.
"Can anyone calm down in here?" Lydia asked, "It's bad enough that Blythe had transformed into a blob creature, but Peony's gone-"
"Missing? I don't think so... but the talk with Craig has been smooth sailing. He also offered me tea as well." Peony smiled, hiding something in the pockets of her hoodie, her hands to be specific.

"Um... why do you have your hands in your pockets?" Rosemary asked.
"Yeah, hate to agree with the backward bitch, but I believe that you might be hiding something from us." Gladys scoffed, standing up as she looked right at Peony, who's sweating bullets.

While people were curious over what Peony may be hiding, she was mustering through the pain of her fingers merging together, and a pitch black color crawling up her fingers and palms.

"Why the hell do you want to know what the hell is going on?!" Peony asked, "I'm fine, Gladys and Rose."
"No, you're obviously not fine at all!" Nadia scowled.
"And what makes you say that?" Peony asked.
"Well, if you're hiding your hands, then it means that something strange might be going on with you!" Nadia scoffed.
"Well, I don't think that I want you to find out, what if it upsets you like what happened to Blythe?" Peony asked, the blackness still crawling up her hands, as her fingers seemed to sink back into her palms, which were bloating into spheres. As soon as her hands were nothing more than spheres tacked onto her now thinning arms, her sleeves becoming baggier in the process, the blackness started to crawl up her arms. Her arms grew thinner and thinner as it was becoming more and more obvious as well.

"Are your arms getting thinner?" Regina snickered.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Nadia scowled.

Knowing that she can't hide it any more, took her hands out of the pockets and looked at them. "Holy shit! What is happening to me?!" Peony noticed her objectified hands, as the blackness had finally covered her entire arms, now as thin as wires.

She then could feel black blotches appearing on her legs, them beginning to rapidly spread throughout her legs as she screamed in agony. "Don't just stand there! Do something!" Peony shouted as her legs began to get thinner and thinner as well, as she could feel her feet beginning to crack and pop, her brown ankle boots beginning to become painfully tight. Her toes merging together, as she could feel her feet bloating into semispheres, simplifying as well. Suddenly, with loud SHRRIPs, she could feel her boots being destroyed by her now shrinking feet, as she now possessed objectified limbs instead of her normal ones.

"NO! NOT THERE AS WELL!" Peony shouted as she could feel a sharp jolt within her nether regions, her womanhood shriveling up into nothingness as she screamed in agony. She suddenly felt that one last jolt, as she was now technically genderless, although something clicked inside of her that she was now a HE.

As his curves were dissipating, and tears of pain were streaming down his cheeks, Peony could feel his organs beginning to get shredded by his bones breaking, as he could feel his innards beginning to get churned as well. Peony could feel his skin rapidly turning from a light tan color to a golden brown color as he could feel his skin hardening to (most likely) glass, losing its opacity, as everyone could now see all the action of the organs, as both Clarissa and Regina were absolutely disgusted by the organs being destroyed and bones becoming calcite powder.

Peony then could feel blood dripping from the bottom of his lips as he could feel something coming up his throat. He suddenly then coughed up blood as he could feel his skin finishing changing, as pain seared through one of his sides, as a handle formed on his body, he also had caught a glimpse of something, his light brown hair was falling out in clumps as he screamed in agony as well.

His neck then began to crack and pop as well as he could feel it shrinking down, and with a loud, violent snap and a scream resounding throughout the entire dining hall, even with his voice beginning to sound more and more masculine as well, his neck had disappeared which meant it was now time for the CEPHALOTHORAX!

His head and body merged together, as it formed into the shape of a pitcher container, textures, shape and all, as he could feel the top of his head opening up as he tipped over and spilled all the mooshed up insides from his body, this made him feel lightheaded as well as it was hard to process what's going on.

As the last strands of his hair fell out of his head, his nose and ears melted back into his face and he looked at everyone with his slowly darkening eyes. Once a yellow color, they were slowly darkening into a pitch black color, as they were being reduced into beady black ovals. His mouth wasn't spared either as he could feel his teeth flattening, turning a pure white color as they turned into two solid rectangular blocks. His lips were reduced to a simple black line as he could feel his mouth turning black and his tongue turning a brighter pink color. With a few more coughs and adjustments, his transformation into a sentient pitcher was now complete, at least physically.

"W-what t-the hell is this?" Peony asked as he could feel his head still light, as a pounding sensation overwhelmed his brain, as he could feel his mind beginning to alter.

Pieony could feel his old, human memories beginning to leave him, as memories of his old friends were beginning to leave as well. It was also beginning to become harder and harder to recognize the people around her.

Hanging out with Mikaela and her friends? Nope, they're not your friends, Pitony. Serena, Valerie, Cynthia, and Indigo? Say goodbye to them as well.

Pitcony could feel new memories flooding in place with old memories. High school went bye-school and college had faded from his mind. He started to remember that he worked at a bar before competing on Open Source Objects.

Wait, Open Source Objects? Yep, that's the show he's competing in right now. Pitchny could feel the sudden influx of new memories, as memories of the contests were beginning to flashing right before his eyes. He remembered having anger issues, which made him come off as a mean character.

Pitchey also tried to retain his old identity as well, but old memories were fading faster than he could bring it up, which was making him frustrated at that fact.

And sooner than later, Peony Cheryl was now dead to the world, replaced by Pitcher.

"Peony? Are you alright?!" Nadia asked.
"Gah! What the hell do you want! And who the hell are you?!" Pitcher asked.
"Y-you don't recognize me anymore, Peony?" Nadia asked, denying the fact that Peony is gone, forever.
"I'm not Peony! I'm Pitcher!" Pitcher scoffed, before storming out of the dining hall.

Another person has fallen, and...

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Mikaela was sweating bullets, not wanting to know what will happen to her. She wish she could use words to express her feelings and thoughts about the transformations, and the stark possibilities of her face. But, she couldn't, and she doesn't know what will happen to her, or even the others.

And the worst part is that the group of people was slowly but surely dwindling by the day, and Craig isn't stopping at anything until everyone of them is transformed.

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Thank you for reading this chapter and see you on the next one. Feel free to suggest me anything.

~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡