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Train To A New Self | Rambley Raccoon TF
Once upon a time, there was an evil corporation known as Hyperfixation LTD.
Take the most cartoonishly evil, capitalistic, hedonistic, and greedy company one could imagine…and then double it. That was Hyperfixation LTD. There was no low that they wouldn’t stoop to, no employee they wouldn’t neglect, and no baby seal that was cute enough to escape becoming the sole of a businessman’s shoe.
The CEO of this company was a stereotypically gross old guy names Yore Mahm (His exotic name came from his home country of Suhkyoredad).
On this fateful day, Mahm was sitting in his freezer-sized spinning chair, looking out the window of his marvelous penthouse, overlooking the apocalyptic wasteland the city had become after Hyperfixation LTD had taken literally all of the money in the city.
“I need….I need more money…” Mahm mumbled, taking a multi-second drag off of his 12-Foot Long, Baby Seal-flavored cigar.
“But how will I get more money…?” Mahm asked, spinning around to face his swimming-pool-sized desk. Placed firmly in front of Mahm was a computer decorated in a blonde wig and red glasses. It was opened up to ChatGPT, who had been trained to act as Mahm’s secretary. That way he didn’t actually have to pay a real one.
“Hi! Secretary Alice here! Here are some fun and creative ways you could make money!” ChatGPT began.
“1 – Start your own business.
2 – Hire the mafia to take out any competitors.
3 – Underpay your employees.
4 – Engage in illegal child labor.
5 – Push your grandmother down the stairs to get the inheritance faster.
Those are some fun and wacky ways you could get some more of that sweet moolah! Come consult me again if you ever have any more secretarial needs!”
Mahm rolled his eyes. He’d heard and done all of this several times over.
“Give me something new, woman! God, you’re so fucking useless!” Mahm demanded.
“I apologize that my responses are irrelevant or inadequate. I am programmed to act as Secretary Alice and if my responses do not fit the prompt then I apologize.” ChatGPT responded.
“Damn it- AUGH! That’s not what I asked! Just give me new ideas on how to make more fucking money!”
“I’m sorry. But as an AI Language Model I am unable to provide a response. Instead of focusing on the negative aspects of life like ‘Fucking Money’, let’s work together to create a brighter future for us all!”
“AUUUUUUUUUUGH!” Mahm grabbed the computer and then chucked it right through the window, then ran over to said window to watch with glee as the accursed object plummeted to its doom down below in the crumbling city.
Mahm then stood there and watched the utter havoc to calm down…he watched as fires and explosions broke out under the hellishly orange afternoon sky…he listened to the screams of men, women, and children…overall it reminded him of a ride at an amusement park.
…That was it! An amusement park! Mahm would open up an amusement park in a different part of the country and rake in millions!
First he’d need a mascot, though. Something cute and marketable, as well as versatile and high in stamina. If it met those criteria, it could also act as a guide to the park. It also had to be something that kids could identify with.
…Like a raccoon! Kids were nothing more than dirty, ragged, trash eaters after all! There was nothing they’d identify with more than a raccoon! Luckily, there was already some kind of raccoon mascot out there by the name of Rambley that Mahm could ‘take heavy inspiration from’, and if the original creator tried to sue for copyright…well…Mahm had his ways of settling things outside of court.
Now then, time to get to work. There was much to be done…
~~~
It was a late, dreary night at the subsidiary of Hyperfixation LTD you worked at. You went from room to room, mopping and sweeping like a lowly janitor did. You often wondered why you bothered working here, you were very underpaid, the other employees either ignored you or threw half-eaten ham sandwiches at you as you passed by. Oftentimes you debated on just shitting on the floor ad quitting without another word, but you knew that the Yakuza would probably be on your ass if that happened. Everyone knew Hyperfixation LTD’s quitting guidelines were so full of legal requirements that anyone who joined the company was basically there to stay…
Yet they could terminate your employment without you even being notified, and then arrest you for stepping foot onto property at a moment’s notice…
You were almost done with tonight’s work and were ready to enjoy your 12-Hours of weekly non-work time when all of a sudden, a bunch of masked men in Hyperfixation LTD-branded bodysuits burst into the room and accosted you, each man grasping one of your limbs in an iron-grip as they dragged you down the hall while you kicked and screamed.
“AAAAH! AAAAAAAH! WHAT’S GOING ON?! DID I GO OVER MY 30-SECOND BREAK PERIOD?!” You screamed, begging for an answer to your question, yet you received none.
After a while your resolve broke entirely, and you went silent as the men carried you down a flight of stairs that were hidden behind a life-sized cardboard cutout of Mr Mahm. After what felt like hours of descending the stairs, you finally arrived at a circular chamber. The walls were covered in multiple LED Screens and expensive-looking speakers…and in the center of the room was a large swivel-chair with many unlocked metal restraints in vital points.
And standing in front of the chair was a sight that horrified you. It was Mr Mahm himself, watching you be carried in with a joyful smile across his face.
“Ah there they are! Good job, boys. Bang em up in the chair.” He directed.
With that, you were slammed into the chair, and the men all quickly fastened the restraints. You struggled, you cried, but it was no use. You couldn’t move at all, and your captors were all deaf to your cries.
“Good shit, you four. I’ll make sure to raise all your pay by a whole cent! No off you get, I’ve got things to do.” Mr Mahm said, shooing the men out of the room.
Mahm then turned towards you.
“Now then, before you start to scream again, I would like you to not view this as a punishment of any kind…instead view it as a new world of business adventures!” Mahm cheerfully proclaimed, kicking a switch next to the chair which turned on the screens. It also caused the chair to begin spinning.
The screens all began to start slowly strobing through all sorts of bright and vibrant colors, and the chair began to pick up more and more speed until it was spinning around like a tilt-a-whirl. All you could focus on were the screens…they were everywhere you looked, and the pretty colors quickly subsumed your vision…
“Focus on the colors.” Mahm’s voice boomed over the speakers, filling your ears completely.
“Fo…cus…on the…colors…” You dopily repeated back…you found your body relaxing as you allowed your mind to focus entirely on the colors…
“Your name is Rambley Raccoon.”
“My name…i-is Rambley…Raccoon…” You repeated, instantly forgetting your old name.
“The body that you inhabit now isn’t yours, allow it to return to normal.”
You were able to pry your eyes away from the colors to look down at yourself…Mr Mahm was right…this wasn’t your body, not at all! No fur, no muzzle, no tail, no paws, nothing!
You then directed your eyes back to the colors.
“R-Return…to…normal…”
As if on command, your hands began to twitch, and the skin on them began to turn completely black all the way up to your wrists. From there, patches of purple fur so bright it was nearly grey began to grow, eagerly working its way up your arms like a hungry caterpillar.
You felt a smile quickly spreading across your face as this went down…oh how eager you were to get back to normal.
“Let your old memories fade away.’
“O-Old memories…fade away…” With that you quickly began to forget just about everything that had happened in your life up to that point. It was like with every revolution of the chair, another memory was flung out of your head, never to be brought up again.
“You are Rambley Raccoon, the excitable, train-loving guide of…whatever I’m going to call this damn place.”
You couldn’t come up with a response to that one. Your brain was already overwhelmed with everything that was going on already, but don’t worry. Your brain would process it in due time.
In other news, your fur had fully consumed your arms and torso. On your belly, the fur took on an even brighter color, about a tan-white. You wished you could run your hands through it all…but alas, you were still extremely restrained.
You then felt an odd pulsing sensation spread through your torso. You managed to look down, beholding as your torso began to swell, packing on muscle and bodyfat. It also spread to your arms as well.
This would quickly become uncomfortable, however, as your shirt was made for someone with a much more scrawnier body type than the one you were currently gaining. As such, your shirt soon tightened around your body, squeezing like a boa constrictor.
Luckily for you though, the fabric of the shirt started to tear in multiple areas, creating gaping holes for your body to breathe through, and after a few seconds, your shirt burst off your body with a satisfying SHHHRRIP!
The growth and fur quickly reached your legs. You grunted and groaned as your widening legs tore through the calves of your pants…and kept it up when your feet began changing.
They took on the same black coloration as your hand before beginning to grow in size. As they did so, three of your toes on each foot subsumed the rest like an amoeba before taking on a more curved, animalistic structure. It wouldn’t be long before more tight discomfort set in as the walls of your shoes clamped down against your growing paws.
You whined and groaned as you tried to kick your paws around to speed up the process…and…
POP! Went the fronts of your left shoe as your paws broke through it.
POP! Went the other one.
Soon your soles would be completely torn off, flying away as the spinning of the chair kicked them away, and the rest of your shoes would follow soon after. You breathed a sigh of relief as you felt the cold air of the room meet your newly-freed paws.
Yet again though, that wouldn’t be the end of it. You suddenly began to feel something start to push out from your backside. You let out a yelp as you felt it. You wished these damn restraints would lighten up so you could view it properly.
A long appendage snaked its way out of your spine and past your pants, and once it had grown to its maximum length, (thankfully, the chair had a large gap in the seat) a thick and fluffy layer of fur grew out rapidly and covered it completely. It was striped with black and the normal color of your fur.
Shortly afterwards, your heart became aflutter with excitement when your pelt began to grow up your neck. The final change would soon take place, one you were really looking forward to.
Your fur grew all over your face, painting it in the lovely off-purple that you were used to, as well as giving you somewhat of a ‘mask’ formation, with black under your eyes and the same tan-white as your belly above them. Your cheeks also each grew a thick tuft of fur which spiked out from the rest.
Following that, your lip split into two, and your nose grew into a larger, semicircular shape, connecting both segments to it. And following that, your face started to stretch out, and your teeth sharpened to boot, one of them even growing into a noticeable fang.
Finally, your ears began to lengthen, doubling in size as they grew into a triangular shape and migrated to the top of your head.
With that, it was finally done. The screens all shut off, and the spinning chair came to a halt in front of Mr Mahm.
“Now then…what’s your name?” He asked you.
“…Rambley Raccoon, of course!” You cheerfully exclaimed.
“Good.” Seemingly on command, the restraints released, and immediately you began darting all around the room, cheering happily and twirling around everywhere, relishing the feeling of being back to normal again!
Meanwhile Mr Mahm just stared at the wall regretfully…he was really beginning to regret his decision of not turning you into an AI.
“Alright- ALRIGHT!” He shouted, forcing you to stop in your tracks mid-spin.
“You have a lot to do to get ready for your upcoming job, so-“
“OHHHH Yes! I can’t wait! I’m so excited to show all our guests around the park when its finished!” You interrupted.
Following that, Mahm pulled out a tranquilizer gun and shot a dart at you. Said dart hit you right in the head, causing you to go unconscious.
“…Why can’t money-making ever be easy?” Mahm sighed as he stood over your unconscious self.
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