My half of my trade with  -stripes- which I did a while back, but just now got to uploading. XP

Carson's life is pretty normal... besides the fact that his town is being hounded by an odd dog catcher..

I hope you all enjoy, and I would love to hear your opinions! =D

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Flicking through channels, Carson yawned as he tried to wake up from his late night art project, he’d been hoping to finish it for the last minute assignment his professor had assigned them, thankfully he’d succeeded, sadly he’d missed his math class. He didn’t really care though as he was already ahead in the class, but still he hated being so tired, he poured himself a bowl of cereal with one hand while flicking through channels with his other. “In today’s news, people have mysteriously been going missing, all reports seem to be leading to some form of odd dog catching van kidnapping people...” the news flicked on for a moment, Carson really couldn’t be bothered though as he flicked it to the next channel.

A new cartoon show came on as he finally stopped, setting down the remote as he finished pouring milk into his bowl and sitting down to eat as the rediculous cartoon dogs rushed around in the show. “So this is what everyone’s going on about...” he mumbled, taking a bite out of the cereal as he sat there. Some of his animator friends had raved about this new show’s animations once it came on, and watching the lines and animations, he had to admit that he was impressed with the animation style.

The characters had fluid animation, and Carson had to wonder who the studio was behind the show as he noted the time, he had thirty minutes before class. Thankfully it wasn’t too far to walk from his dorm room to class, he’d just need to get his sketchpad and his backpack so he could carry his supplies. As Carson stood up to wash out his bowl another character walked into the show, guffawing like the hyena he was as he straightened his human catching hat. “Howdy guys~ I found a new dog while I was out hunting for humans~” he laughed, the others ooing and awing as a goofy toon dalmatian walked out, laughing along with them.

“Howdy, I’m Hoser!” the dalmatian said, giggling as the others greeted him, Caron sniffing as he finished up with the bowl and shut off the TV. He was curious if characters were permanent in the show, perhaps he should watch it later...

As he walked out of his house, locking up the door behind him, Carson noticed a pair of police officers asking his next door neighbor some questions. He walked by on his way to class, slowing for a moment to pick up on the conversation, he had to admit that knowing what was going on in the dorms was always interesting. “So your roommate disappeared on his way to his usual firefighting training?” one of the men asked, the young man nodded, looking concerned as Carson walked past, not wanting to seem too nosy to the police.

Maybe it had something to do with the kidnappings... they’d been happening for at least two weeks, people vanishing with relatively little information on where they went. No ransoms were left, no people turning up post-mortem, it was a rather odd case that the police had to solve. Though Carson had to get to class, so the thought faded from mind rather quickly as he ran towards his class, hoping he wouldn’t get counted as absent. Thankfully he did make it in time, though he neglected to notice somebody following behind him, tiptoeing in an attempt to catch him in a net, but as he walked into the classroom, the net swung and missed him by a very short swish.

Taking a seat in the class, Carson sat by the window so the light could beam in on him as the classroom tended to be unbearably dark for his drawings. As he watched the teacher explain some of the techniques he was required to incorporate, Carson didn’t notice the pair of toonish eyes peering in through the window, a pair of toon arms sliding through the cracks preparing to grab at him as Carson stood up to switch desks with other students, the hands slipping back in quickly to avoid being noticed.

Sitting under another window, the eyes had to observe Carson as he sat with other college students, drawing a picture along with the group. The toon eyes admired his work and the owner of the eyes snickered as he slipped away, he had plans for the student. Carson’s class lasted an hour, and when he was out he yawned as he rubbed his eyes, he needed to sleep more now... “Euch... I could barely keep my eyes open in class...” he muttered, remembering how sloppy his lines had come out.

The young man had chosen his path poorly as he was alone when a giant net came down over him, Carson struggling to get out of it as he was hoisted up onto somebody’s shoulder. “Hey! Get me out of here!” he yelled, pulling at the net, but it wouldn’t break, actually it stretched like rubber, and smacked his hand just as hard as it whipped back. “Youch!” he shouted, suckling on his fingers as he heard an almost mad laugh.

“Settle back there, hahaha!” The laugh was loud, grating, and... somehow familiar, but Carson couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He grunted as there was the swing of a door, and he was thrown into the back of a truck, he rubbed his back as somebody stepped in behind him, and closed the door. “Welcome to your new life my goofy friend!” the voice laughed, and Carson stood up angrily as he prepared to push past his kidnapper.... to find himself facing a cartoon character... actually, the human catcher from the TV show he’d been watching earlier.

Stepping back from the cartoon character, Carson didn’t know what to say as he stumbled over his feet, falling onto a pile of squeaky bones... or... cartoon bones? “Wha... what’s going on?! What costume are you wearing?” he asked, not able to accept the fact that an actual cartoon was standing before him, and even the vehicle he was in now was toonish.

“This isn’t a costume, silly, haha!” the toon hyena laughed, giggles and guffaws escaping his mouth at every chance as Carson slowly stood up, he needed to get out of here... “Now please won’t you try this on?” the toon hyena asked, holding out an odd looking dog collar.

“Um... no...” Carson said, hoping to find a chance to get past the human catcher.

“Pooey... nobody ever wants it willingly... well at least I can get it on anyways~” the hyena giggled, and then he hopped back into the doors that they’d entered through, and like a trampoline the wall pulled back, and launched him forward right towards Carson.

The young man dropped down, his glasses flying off of his face and leaving him blind as he barely avoided the collar. “Shoot!” he growled, feeling around for his glasses in the toon van was like trying to feel around in a bouncy castle, the structure of the vehicle was so rubbery, he didn’t realize the collar was around his neck as he bounced right when the collar slid around his neck, he slipped on his glasses as he finally found them, unaware of the collar as he stood up, the hyena laughing as he rose an eyebrow. “What?” he asked, and then realized there was something weird around his neck...

“Welcome to toon life, Brusher~” the hyena giggled, Carson raising an eyebrow in confusion as suddenly he felt something spread out from the collar. It made his body feel ticklish... almost like someone was brushing over his skin with a paint brush... The human catcher snickered as he held out a mirror to see himself in, and yelped in shock as he realized a toonish outline was starting to surround his body, his regular skin slowly being replaced by yellow toon fur. The dog tag hanging off of his neck had the name Brusher on it, and he bit his lip as the name suddenly seemed very familiar... like it was his name the whole time...

“What’re you doing to me?” Carson asked, watching in a panic as a toonish smock slid its way around his body, his clothes vanishing as he became more and more like a toon dog, his skin becoming cartoonish looking fur, rubbery like the vehicle they rode in. “Stop it!” he shouted, gasping in shock as he realized his voice didn’t even sound like his regular one anymore, it sounded like one a cartoon character would have, goofy and surprisingly cheerful even with his fear.

“I’m helping you out of that silly human costume! It’s time for you to come back home, Brusher~” the cartoon giggled, and Carson was shocked to find himself nodding and giggling along before he smacked himself out of it. “Now why don’t you let yourself become a regular toony dog.”

“I’m not a toon dog... or am I?” Brusher... Carson asked himself, he felt awfully giggly as his mouth formed into a dog’s muzzle, a big grin sliding across it as his eyes gave a pop like a popped bubble, and they became larger and more toonish. “Oh that’s right... I am!” he giggled, his tail wagging as he stuck his tongue out and panted, though a part of him continued to fight it, clinging on to as many memories as he could.

“Well then, draw me into a big muscular toon!” the hyena laughed, and the part of Brusher’s brain that was fighting was confused as the toon dog pulled a brush out of nowhere, and started to paint the human catcher into a big buff hyena, his body inflating as he giggled, the part of Brusher’s brain that still thought realistically was defeated as it was too shocked to stop the spread and he giggled dumbly as he finished up the hyena’s hunky body. “Very nice, haha!” the hyena giggled, flexing as the dog grinned from ear to ear. “Well, let’s introduce you to the others!” he said, opening the doors inexplicably finding themselves in the toon world of the show.

“Everyone, meet Brusher!” the hyena said, and Brusher grinned as he hopped out to meet the other dogs, unaware of his change, and happy to paint his friends into different forms whenever they wanted~