Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Poisonous Ink

"Ghh... Gwen... help me!" Grant cried out as he was coughing from the fumes, he looked at his arms, they looked like they were doodled from some kind of marker, as Grant screamed in agony, feeling his legs cracking and popping as well, his arms had finally turned black and thin, as he could feel his legs falling a similar fate to his arms, black blotches appearing on his legs and rapidly spreading down them, bones cracking and popping as his feet were also shifting into semispherical blobs, only an outline of the feet, as the black color didn't fill out the inside. This caused his yellow and black sneakers to fall off his feet.
"I-I don't know what to do... Grant..." Gwen sobbed, bearing witness to their friend's transformation into an object.

Grant then felt a sharp jolt within his nether regions as he could feel his manhood shriveling up into nothingness. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" Grant cried out as his manhood had disappeared completely, although something clicked inside of him that he is now genderfluid.

"Damn it! It hurts so much! Don't just stand here! Do something!" Grant cried out as tears were streaming down his cheeks, his skin slowly turning  yellow and becoming some kind of ink or paint, the edges of his body turning black as his form seemed to become less solid, kind of melting in a way as well.
"Hang in there, Grant, you have to resist! You cannot let whoever you're becoming take over you!" Gwen cried out as blood was dripping from Grant's bottom lip, and before both of them knew it, Grant hacked and vomited, with blood and paint, black and yellow sprayed right into it, along with chunks of his organs being in the mix as well.

Grant was vomiting nonstop, as organs were being emptied from his body, as his insides were churning and slowly, but surely, turning into paint as well, as his neck cracked and popped as well, shrinking down in the process. Grant then could hear a loud, violent, but wet SNAP, as his neck disappeared, forcing his head to be lodged onto his torso as his brown hair turned yellow and black, merging with his body in the process. With the neck out of the way, it was now time for the CEPHALOTHORAX!

Grant could feel his head and torso merging together, as he could feel his body becoming more and more circular or spherical, whatever one would prefer... he was resembling more of a paint doodle than a human being as his nose and ears melted back into his face. As his form was shifting more and more into some kind of rugged circle, his eyes began to slowly darken, dimming from the once bright green color he had, being reduced into little beads as well, as his mouth wasn't spared either. Unlike most of his peers, although he was still bleeding from his gums, the blood now being black paint with yellow streaks in there, everything inside of his mouth turned black and yellow, as his lips were reduced into a simple black line. His top teeth didn't flatten, but Grant noted that his top teeth was shifting in shape, resembling two rounded teeth on the top. With a few more coughs and adjustments, his transformation into a sentient paint doodle was now complete.

"What is this?!" Grant cried out as he looked up at his friend, his voice being quite raspy and different, although still kind of masculine, "Gwen... help me..."
"I... don't know... please, don't... have your... mind wiped!" Gwen sobbed as they didn't want to lose their best friend, they didn't want to be alone.

However, Grant wasn't going to be able to hang on any longer as his head began to pound like crazy. It was as if the Devil himself decided that he was going to give Grant the worst headache, as Grant screamed in pure agony.

Granti could feel his old human memories slowly fading away, as it was getting harder and harder to recognize Craig or Gwen, especially the latter. Granti noticed Gwen's attire resembled someone familiar, someone who's he really close with.

"G-guarana?" Grantti asked, looking at Gwen, who was appalled by the words that he said to them.
"Um, that's not my name... but Grant, please, resist! This isn't you!" Gwen cried out.
"I... I..." Graniti cried out as he could feel new memories flooding in, as memories of hanging out with Gwen was turning into memories of hanging out and teaming up with Guarana. Old and new memories were being forcibly blurred as he could feel memories of pranking people for fun and his ability to shape-shift into anything that he could think of, as long as it retains his yellow color, returning to him. He still retained his interest to paint on walls though as well. He was also slowly becoming quite childish as well, as he found it harder to read people as well.

Granfiti could feel it coming back to him, as he could feel memories of competing on Open Source Objects flooding in, memories of losing in the first contest, but surviving the elimination as well. He also preferred to team up with Guarana as well. After all they were best friends, if not anything more.

"Grant... if you can hear me and if you still have even a teeny bit of you left! Please, resist!" Gwen shouted, trying to get their best friend to hang on to his last vestiges of humanity and his old identity...

...but Grant was no longer in there, he was gone... replaced by Graffiti.

"Grant? Who's that?!" Graffiti asked, "And who the hell are you, and why do you remind me of Guarana?!"
"Because they'll be him soon enough." Craig mumbled to more himself than anyone else in the alleyway.
"What do you mean by that?!" Graffiti asked.
"They'll see soon enough! And trust me. I have plans for them, let them run because..." Craig began...

"They won't see what's coming for them!" Craig snickered as Gwen was running away from him... but only time will tell when Gwen's time will finally run out!

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Thank you for reading and see you on the next chapter, feel free to suggest me anything.

~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡