Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Gambling is an Addiction

"Lydia, follow me." Oswald prompted, as Lydia got up and followed Oswald to the other room, "Lydia, you're brave enough to tell the truth about the situation, but how did you get here?"
"Well, Evan has gotten me here." Lydia sighed.
"Evan, you mean Evan Marcello?" Oswald asked.
"Yes, that guy, he has helped me get an invitation to help stop Craig and his children, stop him from turning people into objects, and I have failed my mission... I was supposed to stop people from transforming."  Lydia sobbed.
"No, you haven't failed, you have to prevent any more people from transforming, for the better of both Deerville and Barkfield." Oswald replied, hugging Lydia in the process.
"Thank you, I won't fail ever again." Lydia replied.

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Meanwhile with Rosemary...

"So, Craig had suggested that we gamble?! But it is not a good idea, what if I get addicted to it?" Rosemary asked.
"I don't know, but I am staying out of the whole gambling shit, I know it's an addiction, I rather be playing with fire right now." Isaac scoffed.
"Well, just be on the look out for me just in case the worst happens, whatever happened to Chase, we cannot let happen to ourselves." Rosemary replied.

Both Isaac and Rosemary walked into the room and Rosemary walked over towards a familiar European roulette wheel. "So, what is this vile contraption?"
"It's a roulette wheel, but, still, I think you should be careful, it could ruin your life." Isaac replied.
"Nonsense, not if I don't let it." Rosemary replied, as she started to play the game, not realizing that it was going to rewrite her entire being, no matter how hard she tries to win.

Isaac watched as Rosemary kept playing and playing over again, not realizing that she had bet her humanity, as the first play, after she lost, shot her with a syringe, but Rosemary pulled out the syringe and kept going.

Rosemary kept on guessing, her arms feeling number and number. Suddenly, without warning, her arms stretched away from her torso, until with a loud SHRRIP and a wet PLOP, her arms fell to the ground as Isaac was shocked go see this happening.

"My arms... what is happening to- no, Rosemary, keep on going, you can do this!" Rosemary mumbled under her breath as she kept on going.

Rosemary could feel her legs beginning to tingle, bones beginning to crack and pop as she could feel black blotches appearing and rapidly spreading all over her legs, getting thinner and thinner as well. Isaac couldn't believe what he's seeing, the love of his life was transforming into an object before his very eyes. Rosemary's feet then began to bloat into semispheres, becoming dexterous to make up for the lack of arms. She could feel her red heels tightening until they ripped, revealing featureless, semispherical now-shrinking feet. Rosemary then could feel a sharp, painful jolt within her nether regions, as she could feel her womanhood shriveling up into nothingness. One last jolt meant that she was now technically genderless, although she was now a HE.

Rosemary still kept going, as he could feel his skin beginning to turn brown, hardening into wood as he had caught a glimpse of something, his golden blonde, well-kempt hair was beginning to fall out in clumps as well, as his insides were beginning to get crushed as well, as blood was dripping from his bottom lip, and before he knew it, he coughed up and vomited up blood and chunks of his now dead organs, in the middle of the empty casino. This was when he realized that the game was literally changing him.

"W-what the hell is going on?!" Rosemary asked as he could feel his insides and blood being ejected from his body, as something was forming on the bottom of the inside of his body, complete with the 37 pockets inside of a European roulette wheel, numbers ranging from the single 0 to the largest possible number, 36. He could feel his body beginning crack and pop as wheel, as he was beginning to tear through his nice-looking, 1950s-esque clothing, as he screamed in agony, his body shrinking down as well, becoming shorter as his neck did the same, loud cracks and pops resonating throughout the casino. As his nose and ears melted back into his face, he felt his neck violently snapping, shrinking down into his torso, forcing his head to be lodged onto his torso as well. With the neck out of the way, it is now time to say hello to the CEPHALOTHORAX!

His body continued to shift into a cylindrical shape, becoming a perfect circle when seen from the bird's eye view, as the silver parts, such as the spindle and it's shaft, violently ripped through his body, as a hole opened, and his body became that of a shallow wheel. He looked at the very thing that he was becoming with his slowly darkening eyes, once an beautiful amber color. It was now being reduced to beady black eyes as he turned his attention towards Isaac.

"I-Isaac, please... r-run..." Rosemary sobbed as he could feel his last strands of his hair falling out, and his teeth beginning to flatten, blood dripping from his gums, as he could feel his teeth becoming two rows of pearly white rectangular teeth, solid and no signs of each tooth being distinguished. His tongue turned a brighter pink color as he could feel the rest of his mouth turning black and his lips being reduced to a simple black line. His lightly-applied makeup disappeared, as with a few more coughs and adjustments, his transformation into a sentient roulette wheel was now complete, at least physically.

"Isaac... I don't want you to see me like... this..." Rosemary whimpered in a noticeably more masculine voice.
"Rosemary... no, I can't lose you too... you can't be an object... please..." Isaac sobbed as he collapsed onto his knees, unable to believe what happened to the love of his life. And before Rosemary could further process what just went down, he could feel his head beginning to pound like crazy as he screamed on top of his nonexistent lungs. It was as if Hell knocked on Rosemary's door and delivered him the worst headache of all time.

Rouemary W could feel his old, human memories beginning to slip away from his grasp as he could feel his memories of being simped over by a couple guys named Chase and Isaac beginning to slip away from his grasp. What is a simp anyways? And who are those two people? Memories of his old life was slipping away as his passion for cooking, cleaning, and helping others, especially potential husbands were slipping away. Memories of attending Deerville Central School was fading away as well.

He could feel new memories flooding in as well, as Rouleary Wh could feel memories of being of the upper-class, and using his wealth to get others to do what he wants to do. He also remembered running a casino as well, befitting of his new, no, true form.

Suddenly, Craig came in, noticing the teary-eyed Rouletry Whe, trying to resist whatever is flooding into his head, whatever is shoving out who he thought he always was.

"You know, you shouldn't have done that, gambling is an addiction and it can really consume you, like really, really bad." Craig snickered.
"You!" Isaac growled, "You have caused this, you're going to pay for what you have done to the love of my life, mark my words!"
"I wouldn't count on that, Rosemary is done for, you cannot save her, or should I say him!" Craig snickered.

While Isaac and Craig were arguing, Rouletty Whee could feel more and more of his old identity slipping away, as he could feel memories of competing on Open Source Objects flooding through his mind, as objects were popping up in his slowly shifting memories, to the point that he's able to access their names as well. He remembered Server, Paintball, Retainer and Organic Fruit and Grain Bar, who he now sees as his friends, although OFGB doesn't reciprocate the same feelings. He also remembered trying to recruit his fellow armless contestants to join FUR, Freedom Under Roulette.

And sooner than later, Rosemary Wheeler was now dead to the world, replaced by Roulette Wheel.

"What happened? This isn't my casino... who's casino is this?" Roulette Wheel asked.
"Well, this is my casino by design, and Isaac, get out before I transform you too." Craig made sure that only Isaac heard the threat.

Isaac proceeded to leave, knowing that he doesn't want to be transformed into an object.

Yet, this feeling of anger that was eating Isaac from the inside was literally building up, this urge to burn something of Craig's as revenge for taking away his love away from him.

Craig is literally going to watch something he loves burn down, something that's very important for his plans for transforming everyone else into objects.

He will pay.

Oh, yes, he'll pay!

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A/N: With another chapter down, I am already getting ready to do some lore drops as well.

Anyways, thank you for reading, and see you on the next chapter. Feel free to suggest me anything.

~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡