Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Whoever Smelt It, Dealt It

The reassuring smile that Yvette wore turned into a wicked grin, "You naive little bitch! You really think I was here to comfort you? Well, you thought wrong!"
"You lying bitch! How could you manipulate me like- Gah! Ow! This hurts so much!" Clarissa felt pain, which drew her attention to her hands. Her manicure was vanishing as she could feel her fingers merging together, a blackness crawling up them, when they crawled up the rest of her hands, she could feel her hands clenching into fists, she could feel the black substance wrapping around her hands, before a tight squeeze had morphed them into little spheres.

It was like looking at carnage to Clarissa, but it was purely torture for her because she just lost her manicure, "Omigawsh! Like, my manicure! It's gone!"
"Of course, a gold-digging bimbo bitch would literally freak out over her looks as soon as she loses them!" Yvette snickered.
"Bimbo? I am no bimbo!" Clarissa shouted as she could feel her arms cracking and popping, causing the long sleeves of her blue halter sweater to begin slipping off as well.
"Craig has told me about you sleeping with men for luxury and money, Craig has told me that you used to make other people do homework for you! Especially that Indigo girl as well!" Yvette snickered, "Doesn't that classify you as a bimbo, Clarissa?"
"I don't sleep with multiple men at a time, I only sleep with one man at a time." Clarissa scowled as she glared at Yvette, as the former's arms had finished becoming as thin as wires.

Clarissa whimpered as she could feel her legs beginning to grow thinner and thinner, as the fat and muscle were being leeched away, probably by the black substance that was crawling down her legs like some parasite. Clarissa could feel bones getting crushed from her legs as the blackness was squeezing at it as well.

Clarissa could also feel her feet cracking and popping, as her jeggings were feeling very loose, yet her blue designer boots were becoming painfully tight. Suddenly, with a loud, painful SHRRIP, her boots and popped open, revealing that her feet had lost their pedicure, turned into featureless semispheres for feet.

"No! That's a hundred dollars down the drain!" Clarissa shouted as she could feel a sharp jolt within her nether regions, a throbbing sensation, "NO! Not there too?!"
"Yes, there too! You deserved it for being a gold-digging slut!" Yvette snickered, as Clarissa was squirming over her womanhood shriveling up into nothingness, until it was no longer there, rendering her technically genderless, although something clicked in Clarissa's brain told her that she's now a HE, "And now... it's gone, forever, no more sleeping with men for you, bitch!"
"What the hell?!" Clarissa shouted as he couldn't believe what just happened, but before he could further protest and swear at Yvette, Clarissa could feel something rushing up his throat, it tasted metallic, and that made him throw up, with BLOOD spilling into it as well. Clarissa could feel his organs already getting crushed and bones beginning to break, as a rib ripped through his stomach. His once tan skin paled out and lost all color, turning translucent as well, hardening into glass as well. It revealed a whole lot of organs getting dissolved by the stomach acid spilling out, as all bodily fluids were mixing together, somehow altering in chemistry, as it turned a bluish-lavender color as well, turning into some kind of fragrance.

"W-what the hell is-" Clarissa vomited out some of that fragrance, as his vocal cords shifted, forcing his voice to turn more masculine, lowering in pitch as well, "-this. What the fuck is happening to me, my voice?!"
"Well, isn't it obvious, Cologne?" Yvette snickered as she noticed the strands of blonde hair already falling off Clarissa's glassy head. "It seems that the spray nozzle is already forming on top of your head as well!"
"What?!" Clarissa asked as he felt at it, instead of his gorgeous blond locks that was falling off his head, he was finding something cold, hard, metallic and pushable. "N-no..." Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he could feel his neck cracking and popping, the reservoir forming inside of his body. Suddenly, with a loud, violent SNAP, his neck had collapsed upon itself, forcing his head to be lodged right into his torso.

As his curves dissipated, his head was shoved right into his torso, forming the CEPHALOTHORAX! He could feel the last strands of his hair as he could feel his body beginning to turn more rectangular, actually its a rounded rectangle if you get what I mean. His nose flattened and his ears folded back into his face. His clothes had fallen off, even his underwear had fell off.

Clarissa looked right at Yvette with slowly darkening eyes, his eyes turning from a beautiful ocean blue color to a dull black color, simplifying into dots as time progressed, with each blink. His feminine look was slowly fading away as he could feel his jaw becoming sore, gums began bleeding as his teeth was flattening and merging together, tinging a pure white color as well. This left him with two rows of perfectly aligned rectangular teeth. His tongue brightened to a brighter pink color as his mouth turned as black as a void, his once plump lips were now nothing more than a simple, black line. His face was undistinguishable from those damn objects. And just like that, with a few more coughs and adjustments, his transformation into a sentient bottle of cologne was now complete.

"What the fuck is this?! Why am I like this?! Did you fucking put something in that perfume?!" Clarissa asked, pissed at Yvette. He couldn't believe what happened to him, he had turned into a shell of his former, beautiful self. Clarissa looked at his objectified hands, noticing on how masculine they had become, even if it is not really obvious.

"I have turned you into an object, you are soon going to get into character, soon, we won't have to worry about you any more... the other three will finally be transformed as well." Yvette snickered, "And the time for pleading for your humanity back is over, you'd like your new life, not that you have a choice anyways."
"Wait, what?! Please! No, don't wipe away my mind! I don't want this?!" Too late, Clarissa, because you are now going to feel the worst headache of your life. Clarissa could feel his head pounding like crazy as his mind was altering.

Clarisse could feel his old, human memories beginning to slip away from his grasp. Memories of all these sugar daddies that he had before dropping over the years of his adult life, it was all fading away from his grasp. He could feel memories of getting luxurious gifts from those sugar daddies all slipping away. And what is a sugar daddy anyways?

Clarisne could feel memories of treating Indigo horribly beginning to slip away, and for the first time in a while, he felt relieved that he was actually forgetting things, it wasn't like that Indigo was going to forgive him for all the horrible shit he has done anyways. He was forgetting about Regina as well, as he felt upset again, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"No, I don't want to forget!" Clarigne could feel his old memories keep on slipping away, essentially emptying his mind. Being told by his mother on how to look for wealthy men to amuse himself? Forgotten. Enjoying time in luxurious spas and vacay spots? Gone. Wearing astonishing outfits? Again, objects don't necessarily wear clothes anyways.

Claronge could feel his mind go blank for a while, as the last old memories, memories of where he lived at had vanished. He didn't live at Barkfield, that's for sure. The surroundings also felt less familiar to him as well.

Claonge could then feel new memories beginning to flood in as he could feel himself remembering himself competing on Open Source Objects, all those memories of those contests that he competed in, almost getting eliminated because he tied with Inhaler in votes, the tiebreaker that he beat Inhaler in, which had gotten Inhaler out instead of him.

Calonge could feel a strange aversion towards being touched at the spray nozzle. It was a very sensitive spot to touch and he gets irritated when someone touches his spray nozzle. Nobody touches his spray nozzle.

Suddenly, after a while, it was now safe to say that Clarissa Fraser was now dead to the world, replaced by Cologne.

"What the hell happened?" Colonge asked, as he looked around before getting up and walking out, still feeling confused on why he is here, and more importantly, where are the other contestants?

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Meanwhile with Valerie...

Valerie looked at the notebook that Black Square had written in, it was information about a whole lot of stuff that's going on, what is going on in the Deerville County these days?

"I've never seen this much information before, Bessie, I think we have to get this out right now before it is too late."

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Thank you for reading this chapter and feel free to suggest me anything for the Vape TF Chapter.

~♡SoulBFKinz/JBK85♡