Openly Sourced: An Open Source Objects TF Saga

I'm All Ears

I'm All Ears: Corny TF/MC

[Warning: This Chapter Contains Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Skin Peeling Off (In a Manner of Ears of Corn Popping Off), Screaming, Crying, Humiliation, Transformation, Identity Death, Alcohol, Vomiting, and Spoilers from Open Source Objects. You have been warned.]

17 May 2021

Lydia jolted awake from her nightmare in which she had witnessed all the people who she just met or previously known transform one by one, and eventually it led to her transformation as well.

"Gah!" Lydia gasped, "What was that?! Why were a whole lot of people transforming into objects?!"
"Transforming into objects?" Odessa asked.
"Yeah, it was quite strange that you might say that. But you were in there and even Gladys was in there as well." Lydia sighed.
"Wait, what the fuck are you talking about?!" Gladys asked.
"Well, you were transformed into an object, and then I was transformed into another human being at the end of my fucking nightmare!" Lydia tearfully shouted.
"Yeah, I think you watched too much of the damn news. You know how damn depressing that shit is, stop watching it!" Gladys scoffed.
"No, I am serious, back where I came from, people have been transforming into those weird objects with black limbs, or lack thereof, tacked onto them. They all looked like they came from some cartoon, yet I can't lay a finger on it." Lydia replied.
"Maybe we should ask-" Oddesa began but...
"Oswald? We all know what he said last night, we cannot look into the pages of that novel or we will end up knowing a bit too much, and even for me, that's a risky gamble." Lydia replied.
"Wait, what?!" Odessa asked, "It is going to be alright, I don't think that Craig will transform any of us, he doesn't seem like the type of guy who would cut a guy's life short!" She chuckled nervously, "And maybe we're just hungry, let's go down to the dining hall and eat something."

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Later...

Lydia, Gladys, and Odessa were walking down to the dining hall. It seemed to be a nice day outside and it felt warm, perhaps the greenhouse effect happening? Lydia looked around and noticed that Regina, Clarissa and Indigo were right behind the trio's trail. She also noticed that Grant and Gwendolyn were walking over to eat some breakfast as well.

As soon as Lydia opened the door for both Gladys and Odessa, Regina looked straight into Lydia's eye, "Hey! Keep that door open for us high-class ladies!"
Lydia, knowing that the threat still lingers, did that. Lydia knew that she should be standing up for herself against this kind of shit, but she is too afraid of isolation, she is afraid of Regina since she could be violent, so violent that even Gladys is more tolerable than Regina.

Everyone then took a seat but this time, Regina, acting so entitled, shouted, "You can't sit with us, Indigo! You're just a peasant!"
"B-but, Clarissa is my best friend, y-you can't kick me out!" Indigo whimpered.
"Cornelius is better than you, and has some stuff that your daddy wishes he can afford." Clarissa broke out into laughter.
"And a boyfriend is much better than a pathetic servant like you, go sit with the rest of the peasants!" Regina scoffed.

Indigo then walked away from Clarissa and Regina. This was a wake up call for her. They don't care for you, they don't care for you, you worthless little shit!

Suddenly, Indigo bumped into Valerie.
"I am so, so, sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you like that!" Indigo cried out.
"It's fine, but those two sounded... toxic. What you need is a set of new friends, sit with us and we will help build you up!" Valerie replied.
"Sure! I'd rather not sit alone anyways." Indigo sighed as she followed Valerie, knowing that she'd be a better friend that Clarissa anyways.

Despite her outward submissive behavior she has shown yesterday, she secretly hated Clarissa, and wish she could stand up to her, for herself. But she's still a pushover and cannot do that. She cannot demand respect either, because that makes her sound like that bully who pushed her around for so long.