Things had started out easy for Inspector Carmelita Fox. A hooded criminal had recently stolen a new abstract art piece from the art museum, and she was hot on their trail. However, one weird turn soon sent the officer running into a strange new world, that was just as surreal and abstract as the painting she stole. At first she found her surroundings to be some sort of elaborate hallucinatory trick, so she pressed on.

As time passed, more "illusions" and "hallucinations" began to alter her physical form. Despite denying that these were mere Hallucinations, unbeknownst to the officer, what was happening to her was all too real. Her waist squeezed like a tube of toothpaste. Her muzzle and face stretched to absurd lengths. Her limbs wobbling and flopping around like rubber hoses. Her hips and bottom swollen beyond belief. She could even feel an odd feeling in the back of her mind starting to form... but just out of the corner of her eyes was the art thief, or what she assumed was the art thief. Her gut was telling her to probably head back home, especially after this unfamiliar feeling swept her mind... but he was right there. And as an officer of the law, it was Carmelita's duty to turn him in...

Despite her twisted and cartoonishly exaggerated form, Carmelita made a mad dash towards the crook. There was no way anyone could take her seriously at this point; her stretched, morphed and admittedly, unstable form wiggling and wobbling with each step she ran. But she didn't care. She had to catch him! Her mind was telling her to catch the crook! She was a cop! And like the badge she bore, she was a Symbol of Justice that had to take in any lawbreakers she saw! She loudly boasted as she ran. Her thoughts and speech suddenly devolving into mindless blabber as she continued to gloat about how she would catch them and how she was a "Symbol of Justice". But despite her speed, she'd never catch up. It almost felt like he was getting farther away from her... in fact, he was starting to seem a lot bigger than normal... as did the world around her.

Her body and mind eventually broke apart. Simplifying and reforming into a simplistic and basic representation of who she was. And yet, despite this, the little police badge, persistently waddled forward, still eager to chase down and capture the criminal, as she mentally babbled on about herself and who she was... A literal Symbol Of Justice, now aimlessly wandering the weird and wacky world of "AbstractLand"....
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Original lines: My Friend
Digital Colors/Lines: Me
Carmelita Fox © Sanzaru Games/SuckerPunch