Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Isaac Plays With Fire

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Later...

Isaac was sitting down as he shown up from the back door of Craig's house, as he had a folder of very important documents on there.

"So, did ya get the documents, Isaac?" Cobalt asked.
"Yes, I have gotten them right here, it is time that we bring his plans down in flames." Isaac replied.
"Thank goodness, this shitshow is finally going to be over and we're going to finally get the hell out of here!" Peggy scoffed as well.
"Good thinking, Peggy, I know that we're going to end up getting punished for this, but we might be able to survive this one." Cobalt replied.
"And coming to think that Craig isn't awake to see this one coming." Odessa chuckled nervously, "To see the BURN of his hard work being destroyed."
"This is for those who have fallen, we cannot let any more of us fall as well, here's to Operation CraigFall, and we will succeed!" Valerie snickered.
"Couldn't agree with you more, Val!" Indigo smiled.
"And there is no way that we're going to fail either!" Grant smirked as well.
"End this madness, I don't want anymore of this!" Gwen scoffed as they looked at the fire pit, the fire burning glowing brightly and beautifully as well.
"And may we wish that the objects will be returned to their original human selves." Oswald sighed, pretending that nothing will go wrong, but he didn't seem to be sure about what he's saying, and he's saying what others want to hear. He has been withholding the truth from the others, because he deeply cares about his fellow, however sensitive, domemates.

Them Isaac was about to drop the documents into the pit of fire, ready to destroy Craig's plans once and for all, when suddenly, Regina slammed the door open and shouted...

"I knew that you're all up to no good! You're all going to be punished by the great and powerful Craig Boxer, he's no greater than me, but still, you're being punished, especially that psycho who's going to burn his precious documents!" Regina scowled as she rushed over towards Craig's house and rang the doorbell.
"You snitch, you're going to get stitches if you don't stop what you're doing right now!" Gwen scoffed, angry at the fact that he and everyone else is going to get ratted out on.

Then Craig answered the door, "Why are you interrupting me in the middle of the- what the hell is going on here?!"
"Well, Isaac is trying to burn the documents, and when I tried to stop him, he twisted my left wrist!" Regina contorted her expression to a saddened expression, the expression of someone who's injured, "And he even got those beside him to gang up on me and call me names! They called me a wimp and a liar!"
"Is that so, since I cannot punish everyone at once! I'll just have to go for the one with the biggest, baddest offense, don't I?!" Craig then glared right at Isaac, drew out a syringe and threw it, perfectly getting Isaac's neck.

"Ow!" Isaac wailed in agony as he collapsed onto his knees as his arms began to feel numb, the documents falling right into the pit and getting incinerated in the process. Isaac looked up at Craig and that psycho bitch of a woman, but he noticed that Craig was rather... unfazed by it.

"You fool, don't you realize that I make backup copies just in case people like YOU do something this stupid to my documents?!" Craig snickered as Isaac's arms were now getting number and number, before they stretched away from the torso and before everyone else knew it, Isaac's arms, with a wet PLOP, fell onto the floor. Blood was gushing from the wounds as everyone was starting to back away, not wanting to see if the objectification, like despair, is contagious or not.

All the while Isaac was screaming, his legs beginning to have black blotches appearing on his legs, those blotches spreading all over them, Regina was smirking, and it was the most vile grin that she had ever made yet. How wicked of a mind does Regina must have to gain blissful satisfaction of watching others suffer? Isaac was welling up with tears as he could feel his legs becoming thinner and thinner, audible cracks and pops resonating throughout the entire dome. His legs were becoming more wiry as well, as his feet began to bloat into semispheres, which was causing his red sneakers with fire details to begin feel uncomfortably tight. He then screamed as soon as his shoes burst open, revealing his now shrinking feet, no toes and shaped like semispheres.