The first to fully “turn” was Blocky. He’d always been a prankster, but his jokes grew cruel. He’d stop mid-laugh, and his smile would keep stretching, wider and wider, until it wrapped around his entire cube, turning him into a grinning, hollow container. He no longer spoke; he just beamed a horrible, toothless cheerfulness that made the air itself feel sick.
Firey burned brighter, trying to sear the image from his mind. But it was too late. He looked down at his own flame-face, and for the first time, he saw the two glowing dots that were his eyes and the flickering crescent of his mouth not as his soul, but as a prison. bfdi face
It started with Golf Ball. Her perfectly straight mouth, usually set in a line of serious calculation, began to wrinkle at the corners. Then, her wide, unblinking eyes seemed to sink just a millimeter into her spherical surface. She felt it: a tightness, a pressure behind her own appearance. The first to fully “turn” was Blocky