BFDI TF Saga (2023 Remaster): ARC 2

An Explosive Change

An Explosive Change: Bomby TF/FTM/MC

[Warning: Contains Body Horror, Blood/Gore, Coughing Up Blood/Gunpowder, Explosives, (Death by) Explosion, Arson, Expansion, Force-Feeding, Possession, Spoilers from BFDIA, You have been warned]

[Author's Note: SoulBFKinz does not condone arson or any of touchy, violent subjects discussed throughout this story. If you are easily offended such content, then I would suggest that you either skip this chapter or find another story to read.]

28 August 2017

It has been a moment since Edward announced all those horrible things to the housemates.

Amber walked in.

"Edward, go to our bedroom and get some rest, you seem... tired."
"No... but it is not me who is setting them all up it's-" Edward was interrupted.
"Shhhhh..., I know it is not your fault. You can't have a clear control over your own body if you are tired all the time, bed is in order!"

Amber then escorted Edward to their bedroom, which was at the 1st floor, making sense due to the fact that the guests' rooms are upstairs.

"Whew, that was a close call, but I hope that the phone service and the internet turn back on again." Ginger hoped for the best.
"Gee, I do too!" Nicole replied, "Can't live without posting my selfies for the boys!"
"You self-obsessed bitch! Hope you transform first!" Frida yelled at Nicole.
"Are you, like, serious? There's no way that I am going to be the one who'll go first! Maybe you'll go first since you love to EAT all those fries!"
"I am not!"
"You are too!"
"Quit arguing, we all know that transformations may be real! We have seen real-life BFDI characters around town before. Connect that with the disappearances less than a year ago, and you have your proof!"
"There's no fucking proof, Ginger!"

Yelena, not wanting to hear the three girls arguing, began to bolt back to her room.
"Okay, I get it. And screw y'all! I'm going to my room to get some rest, and you guys better NOT go transforming on me!"

Yelena went upstairs to her room. Upon entering her room, she plopped onto her bed.
"Why is Edward, or whoever he is, hosting some kind of transformation game?" She asked herself. The door creaked open, grabbing Yelena's attention. It wasn't Edward or Pamela; it was none other than Barbara Exploder, 21, who had a fearful look on her face, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Yelena," Barbara sobbed, "I am scared of what may happen to us."
"Barbara, it's okay, Edward is not serious on turning us into objects. He's not really himself, so, don't fret. Edward is not going to turn us into objects." Yelena replied.
"But it looks real, stop sugarcoating that kind of stuff."
"Don't worry, but may I ask you, why are you really here?"
"I h-heard that's t-there is a bomb factory on t-this island, is he trying to e-exploit our personal lives, m-manipulate us?"
"Manipulate? Exploit? What else is he exploiting?"
"Asides f-from our p-personal lives, it is p-probably our weaknesses."
"Exploit our weaknesses?"
"Yeah, I have been attached to my father for as long as I can remember, and also the family business is what I value the most."
"No shit! That is awful." Yelena gasped afterwards. What kind of person would exploit a group of eleven people? What kind of person would invade a person's privacy? Nobody truly knows why (but all that we know is that no sane person would do that kind of shit). 

"Yelena, I want to see what is inside of that bomb factory, it would be nice to see my father's legacy while on vacation, can you please come with me?" Barbara asked.
"Aren't you supposed to be taking a break from your family legacy? However, I don't want anything bad happening to you, so, may as well go with you to make sure that you DON'T transform on me." Yelena replied.
"Thank you."
"No problem." Yelena got up from her bed, as both she and Barbara started to travel to the bomb factory.
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It was raining, the rain drenching Yelena's and Barbara's clothes. The building was four stories tall, with some windows boarded up due to being broken. How was the bomb factory still running after all those cracks on the stoney exterior wall, and the pavement being so screwed up? The granite/ammonite fusion pavement was so cracked that you could see the soil with the tall blades of grass peeking out.