Tomothat could feel his old human memories beginning to slip away from his grasp, his mind beginning to grow more and more foggy as memories of being best friends with Dudley were slowly being replaced by memories of Dusty. He could feel memories of hanging out with Lotus and watching TJ beginning to slip away as well, as objects were appearing within his memories, replacing people. He could also feel memories of his cousin Parcia beginning to slip away as well.
Tomohat could feel memories of Mountain Town, his home, being replaced by Animania. He could feel old concepts such as high-school and college beginning to slip away, parents? What were those? Humans? What were those things? He could feel memories of heckling at things slipping away as he started to see himself as a proper man, he loved to dress up nicely and hates it when people don't show proper etiquette.
Tom Hat could feel it coming back to him as he could feel himself remembering being a contestant on Object Overload, being on Team Time. He could feel memories of being eliminated in the 2013 version, placing 30th. He could feel the last bits of his old identity slipping away, and even if he wanted to resist...
...
...He couldn't as Gaia had injected the sedative right into the former human being, as Timothy Hayes was now dead to the world, replaced by Top Hat.
Gaia picked up Top Hat, who was significantly smaller than her, just like the other objects that came before him. Gaia smirked as she knew that there were only a few places where Dudley and the cousins could hide. But no matter what happens or where they go...
T̶͈̦̜̟̙͊ḩ̸̠̻̱̤̝̒́̑͌̎̆̈́͜ȩ̸̨̲̟̤͕̫̳̞̰͌̑ͅr̴̨͇͍̞̜̝̠̉͂̓̐̈́̓̽̕͜e̵̹̰̙̝͋͋̀͐̈́̾̓̅̍̈̒̿ ̶̹͔̿̅̓͐̄ḯ̶̧̥̣̜͙̻̲̫̩͕̲̣̹͇͛̈́̾̔̄̂̈̚͝ͅs̷̘̀̈́̌ ̵̨̘̝͖̯͓̞͓͈̤̖̔͘͝͝n̵̼̦̥̭͚̙̂́̓̾̉́̍͛̓̄͗͛̽̀̄͆ǫ̷̛̼̱̦̪̪̘̯̭̙̪̪̰̌̇̇͋̓̅͆́̈́̕̕͜͝ ̸̧̛̛̠̞͎̱̣̙̝̝͓͊̈́̈̔̉͆̀͝͠p̸̢̨̛̭͈̺̼͙͚̮̦͎̙̭̝̑̊͆̄́̍͠͝ḽ̷̫̪̠̜̒̍͋̾̎̈̈͌̌̉͊͑̚͝ͅa̶̡̬̬̫̲̦̔̔͒͜ç̴̨̧̦̮̖̙̬̘͎͎̻̦̗͓͚̜̈̎̎̇e̵̛͙͈̮͐̒̑̓̿͒̎͛̌̿̈̽͝͝͝͝ ̵̡̨̩͉̖͐̑̐͛́̽̀̀̋͘ͅţ̷̨̣̫͕̜͖̝͕̘̝͚̲͙͚̌̽͋̌̇̏̔͐̕̕͘̕̚ͅḧ̸̹̤̭̹̻̥̍̆͝è̶̛̬̙̹̯̮̲̋͆̅̒̾̊̆͗͝y̷̨̬͎̩̯̞̜̥͆̇̒̇̈́̈͆͋̀̒̿̚͠ ̵̛̜̈́͋͆̋̒́̚c̶͉̣̣̗͓̃͗͜ͅo̶̧̢͇̙̳̳̩̲͚̻̩͓̪̠͌̓̂͐u̶̗̦̺̖̇̓̍͛̈́̓̆̃͗͂̀̋͗̎͝l̶̜̠̙̗͓͈̫̫͓̬͙͙͎̅̏͆͘̚͜͝ḑ̶̠̭̥͈̝̫͖̖͉̩̟̜̟͉͖̩̊̾̂̀̿͗̀̅͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̟̗̗̝̤̪̲̹̱̲̭̞̅̿ͅḩ̷̥̳͖̞̻̱̗̣̜̮͌̈̉̎͛͗͋̂͌̕͠i̵̤͚̠̱̤͔͒͛d̶̡̮̖̖̙͇̜̈͊̓̍́̔̀͜ͅe̶̬̮̯̐.̷̛̻̞̝̮̟͉̜̻͕̮̫̙̰͈̺̄̀̒̿̎͑̈́͌̑̇̇̏̕͜͝͠ͅ
A̷͓̭͗̅͐͝l̷̡̹̩̙̫̺͙̟͎̰̪͈̿̏̉͗́̒̏̑̈͗̒̓̊̍͑͘͝l̷̟̙̣͎̤̱̫̩͑̓̓̄̅͐̄͛̽̕ ̶̧͙͇͚̹͓̥̝̏̓̔̊̉͗͝t̷̰͈̳͇̩̬̣̟͉̙͇͎͓͎̖̀͊̾͆͐̉͒͂͊̚̕͠͝ḩ̵̳̘̥̹̥̱͖̌̽̄̆̒͂́̎̃̿̎͛̉͆͛̕̕è̶̢̛̛̖̹̩̝͖̗̮͙͖͙͚̱̃̒̃̀́̆̍̀̃͗́̎̓̎͜͜y̸̡͎͇̣̯͙̠͛͠͠ ̷͕͈̫̱̙̩̲̮͙͎̓̃̀͝͝c̷̨͙̜̞͓̤͎̬̯̘̗̙͍͇̗͋̒͛̇͜o̶̧͚͔͕̣̝̳̯̾̔͠ư̷̙̬̈́̉̐̉̀̉̄́̊̀͂̀̕̚͝͝l̸̨̧͙͉̻̦̟̫̋̿͛̐̋̊́d̴̨̢̰̱̬̰̩̘̺͖̞͓͖͉͒̍̓̎̐̏͝ͅͅ ̷̨̛͚͔̟̫̭̱̦̲͊͑̾̐͐̒̓̃̈́͋̄͘͜͝d̷̨̡̨̻̹̱̜̤͔̖̝̞͈͔̝̞̜́̂̃͒̌̄̀͆̚͠͝o̴̢̧̗͕̯̻̙͔͋̋̀̕͝͝ ̸̡̨̟̯̣̘͕̘̲͍̲̎͑͑̚͜n̶̬̜͕̟̩̔̎̉̈́͆̃̎̈́̀́̉͘͠o̵̘͖͔̬͋̈́̂́̓̒̄͑͛̓͘͝w̶̢̡̧͚͔͂̂́̈́̊̋̍̋̑̌͛̇̎͘̕̚̕ ̵̥̦̱͙͍̩͖̱͇̘̱̪̫͕̩̾̉̓̈́̈́̐̒͐͠͝i̶̞͔̳̖̥͕̥̠͙̱̺͇̯̯̯̋̏̋̆̎̈͊̀̏̈́ş̴͈̩̯̳̘̲̟̳͙̪̤͉̺̫̜̥̅̃͋̏̍͑͐̽͊̏͌͂͝͠ ̸̧̢̟͈͙̫͖̭̠̜̣̗̦̪͑͋̈̆͋̃̂̃̇s̷͙̙͉̹̣͉̖̄̕u̵̢̢̧͚̗̞͕̱̥̪̙̟͋͆̔̓b̷̗͉̭̣̝̞̅͗̚ͅm̵̦̠̭̟̹̬̼̹̑͋̅̈́́̅̌̐͂̇͘į̵̨̨̥͔̮̬̰̺̹͝ͅt̶͓̰͙̹̘̦͔̤̫̉̀̀̉͝.̶̛̲̖̯͓̪͋̓̑̈́̒̌̈́͘͝.̷̨̛̛̖̣͊̓͑̉͒̾̈́̃̂͆͒̌̚̚.̵̧̱̝̘̼͖̱̀́͌̔͑͑̀͆͗̈́͗̕͜͠ ̶̞̫̩̆̒̂͂̎̋̉͠f̴̛̟̱͍̩̼̻̺̺̙̟̭̹͋͊̿̆̀̐̂̾̇̔̏̑͘͝ͅa̸̡̳͆̎̇̏̓̓̈́̇̓̍̈́͒̚͘̕l̶̢̧͎̬̜̯̳̘͍͍͍̦̙̪͔̈̊̽͛̍́̎̆͌͊̿͗͐̉l̴̛̞͈͈͍̪̝̿͒̌́̕.̵̧̢̧̬̦̰̮͍̥̫͉̱̒͑̎.̷̛̬͇͔͉̩͓̹̗͈̹̑̄̇̿.̷̡̠̳̙̖̳̘̞͔̼̓̆͒͗̓̃̅́͑̇̅̄̐̌͘͜͝͠ ̴̧̘͉͈͖͔́͌̆͒̆̔̈́̊͛̉͂̚͝͝ͅe̸̝̬̍̈́̅̀̚͝m̵͍̠̞̭͓̟̹̯̗̆̂͌̎̽̅̚b̶̡̧͙͓͚̖̬̫͚͉͔̬̗̝̯̿̕͜r̷͔͇̝̬̾̿́̌̏̀̓́̏̀̎͠͝ͅͅà̶͉̮̥̯͇̂̑̀̃̌̀͑̏̏̆̕͝͝ͅc̸̙̝̪̖̻̅̈́̈̍͆̌̉̈́̎̋̍͠ĕ̷̡̨̝̪̪̦̗̩̹̱͉̣̹̞̠̈́̓̐͆̎̎͑͑͆̔̓̄͠͝ ̴̨̻̤̣̓̍̀̐̈͊͒͠t̸̬̯̓͂͆̃̒́̊h̵͖̟̟̬̺͉̜̗̠̥̣͔̝͈͛̀̀̂̒͊̈́̔͗̑́̅͆̊͘͝͠ȩ̶͎̣̟̞͚̯̠͎̋̈̅͐̀̅̀̈į̶̧̝̮̖̳̥̊̊̚r̷̪͐́̽̈́͐̽͂́̋͋͠͝ ̵̡̡̧̩̟̲̠̮̥̟̮̖̭͆͛̓̌́̓́̃̏́̀͆̿̽̏͘͜͝t̷͕̤̘͍̞͎̰̩̱̰͛̄͑͊̂͂̈́̇͠r̸̛͔̻̤̮̜̮͊̓̈́̈́̔̈́̔͊̋̏̐͊́̈̚͜͠u̶̼͕̰̖͇̘̝̘̺̝̼̮̗͗͌̌ê̵͉̰̟̰̮̳͚͍̙̹͎̠̲͈̘̾̽͂̓͜ ̴̛̩̯͉̬̪̦̥͕̊̚̚s̸̢̥̜̠̮͈͇̳͖̣͙̘̀̑̈͝͠ͅẻ̵̛͕͆̀̊̉̈́̓͆͛͝l̸̲̝͖̮͖͇̲̻̼͍͈̈́͗̿̎̆͋͒͘͜͝ṿ̸̛̛͉̖̤̹̖̫̟̟̣̺̦̲͍̈́̋̍͂̄̿̀̋̈̐̇̇̿͠e̶̛͚̥͖͔̙̗͉͋́̓̄̕͠s̷̙̥̀!̴͉̬̌͊̔̋̿̿̊
Gaia smirked as she knew that there has to be a way to track them down, so, she decided to head back to her hideout and figure out who to hire for a tracker, maybe there might be someone from the League of Hosts to figure out how to track them, someone who isn't busy at the moment.
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Meanwhile with Teena...
Teena was watching television; she looked at the screen mindlessly before the doorbell triggered her to get to the door. Teena opened the door, and it was Dudley, TJ and Lotus, who were all concerned.
"We need your help, Teena!" Dudley cried out.
"Yeah, it is not safe here!" TJ cried out.
"We need to lockpick proof these doors as well, we all know that Gaia is going to get in because I I taught her to!" Lotus cried out as he was trembling as well.
"Don't worry, head over to the basement and hide there, the door is lockpick proof anyways, and Gaia won't get to you guys." Teena chuckled nervously, "I might as well head downstairs and watch TV down there as well. Gaia would literally get me if I am exposed."
"Let's go then, Teena!" Dudley cried out.
They didn't know that the storm was coming for them, and none of them were safe.
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Thank you for reading this chapter and feel free to suggest me anything for the Dusty TF chapter.
~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡
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