You’re hanging out with your friend in your room when he suddenly smirks, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Friend: “Hey… remember how I told you I could become a cartoon? Well, it’s time to show you.”

Before you can respond, his body starts to shimmer faintly, almost like static fuzz on an old TV screen. His skin ripples with color, the tones flattening into bold, smooth shades as though someone had just drawn him.

His hair spikes up wildly as it shifts to a deep midnight blue, strands hardening into that signature animated texture. Suddenly, two cat-like ears sprout from the top of his head, pushing upward through his hair with a soft pop, twitching slightly as they take form.

You watch his back curve as a long, thin tail unfurls, curling upward before swishing playfully. Its base is the same blue as his hair, but the tip glows a bright green, pulsing like neon light.

His clothes morph next—the hoodie darkens into a solid cartoon blue, lines clean and exaggerated, while big, oversized green gloves inflate around his hands. His shoes stretch and bubble into those same green cartoonish boots that shine like plastic.

Finally, his eyes widen, pupils enlarging into perfect, circular cartoon eyes that blink with an almost comical pop. Large, round headphones materialize around his ears, glowing green accents humming faintly with static energy.

When the static clears, your friend is no longer standing there—Spates Boy is grinning at you, his tail flicking side to side.

Spates Boy (cheerful): “Well? What do you think? Pretty cool, huh?”