Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

Hardly Breathing

Lydia backed away towards the door, along side Black Square, who was standing right next to her, scared for what will happen next.

Indigo was hesitant to leave. She didn't really want to leave her girlfriend behind, as Indigo had gave the notebook to Lydia beforehand.

"Oh, look who it is! If it isn't the last two people who I have to transform before the finale begins!" Craig snickered, glaring right at Indigo as Lydia was pressing every button she could to make sure that she and Black Square could get out of here.
"What's your problem with transforming everyone here lately?!" Indigo asked, pissed at the fact that Craig had found them, "Also, how dare you have killed Valerie in the dorms!"
"I didn't necessarily kill your beloved, Indigo, I merely transformed her into a character, something that you and that girl right behind you is going to go through real soon!" Craig snickered as he looked right at the woman in front of him, the jade-green haired woman wearing glasses who was glaring right at him.
"Transformation is still murder!" Indigo shouted, "You ruined countless lives because you just want to live your sick fantasy!"
"Isn't it a little too late for confrontation?" Craig snickered, "Isn't it high time that you finally join all your friends and enemies in the transformation?"
"Never! I am done being a pushover towards other people, I am done being a doormat! It is time that I do something for myself, even if it means that I have to take you down!" Indigo growled as she pulled out a pocket knife, something that you wouldn't expect from a doormat like her. "LYDIA! BLACK SQUARE! Leave, now!"

Lydia and Black Square then opened the door as they ran out of the dome, as they began running as fast as they could.

Then the doors closed, leaving both Craig and Indigo to confront another, blocking Craig from getting his last victim as well.
"Hey! How could you do that to me?! I had her right there! And an anonymous tip had told me that there's a Bessie still inside of that Black Square character, once I get my hands on both Lydia and Bessie, they'd regret leaving this place!" Craig shouted.
"You're a short tempered asshole! You know that, right?! And I thought I wouldn't have to resort to this, but when you have transformed all my friends, you have crossed the damn line!" Indigo shouted as she aimed the pocket knife right at Craig.
"The damage has already been done, and what research facility will ever reverse all that hard work I have done to make my dreams come true!" Craig shouted, "And if I were you, I'd put that pocket knife down if I were you, Inhaler. It's not really like you to get into unnecessary violence, and your lover wouldn't like that, wouldn't she, or should I say he?"
"You're a monster! I am not letting you transform me! Not after all that you have done to Gladys, Odessa, Paisley and even Valerie! You psycho!" Indigo shouted as she was about to risk everything just to save herself, at least an attempt at it.
"Well, you don't really have much of a choice, don't you? By accepting that invitation, you have consented to giving up your original identity, Lydia has really breached that agreement, you don't want to breach it as well, don't you?" Craig snickered as a wide grin spread across his face, pulling out a syringe from his pocket, filled with a mint green fluid.

Indigo glared right at Craig, her resolve still not breaking from Craig closing on in her, with the syringe in his hand. Indigo was angry as she didn't like how Craig transformed all these people, innocent or not. Suddenly, Indigo felt a jab on her shoulder, as she yiped in pain, feeling the serum flowing right through her veins.

Indigo then felt the syringe pulling out of her skin as she rubbed at the wound before rebuilding her resolve. She tightened her grasp on the pocket knife, failing to notice a black color crawling up her fingers, which were beginning to merge together. She walked over towards Craig, aiming the knife, her grip on it getting weaker and weaker as her hands felt more cramped than usual. Suddenly, she dropped her knife, as she could feel her hands forcing themselves into fists, a blackness spreading and covering around her hands, before a very tight SQUEEZE gave her hands the iconic spherical shape that objects have.