You were a raccoon hybrid. You had the stripes and spots of a raccoon over your body, circles around your eyes, the ears and finally the bushy tail of a raccoon.

You were just minding your own business when you were picked up by under the arms.

“SOAP PUT THE-…wait..that’s not a raccoon.” Ghost murmurs, his footsteps heavy in the leaves.

“I named her Mixie!” Soap, the man who was holding you, says. Gaz just watches from a distance, contemplating his choice on taking the guys camping.