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This is TF Round Robin, a series of Transformation Sequences where some popular (and some obscure) characters get shuffled around and find themselves in someone else's shoes. In Round Two(n), we see cartoony characters become more realistic ones and visa-versa.

Art done by the great YellowCatArt98
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BSA Operative Jill Valentine surveyed the area she’d be sent to investigate. She’d been in numerous biohazard zones before but there was something off about this one. No sightings of things seen out of the corner of her eye; no stench of death and festering bodies hanging in the air; not even any ominous groaning underscoring the ambience. All there was to report was strange green puddles over the place that looked like they had been haphazardly sprayed around the vicinity. She decided to call it in.

“Report: No activity but there are these strange puddles of-”

But before she could even finish the first line of her report, she accidentally stood near one of the puddles and disaster struck! The goo, as if it had been waiting for the chance all day, leapt up and grabbed her foot. Jill dropped her radio in shock as the goo crawled up her leg, seeping into her combat gear and leaching into her skin. Before she knew what was happening she had absorbed most of it and her body was having a strange reaction. Her head, hands and feet started to swell as the rest of her body shrank and her hair started to clump together as pink slime seeped from her scalp. Even her combat gear was warping as her tight suit rode up her arms and legs before splitting into a separate top and bottom. Jill tried to keep her eyes open but a splash of black goo across her face forced her to shut them. She tried reaching for a first aid spray in the vain hope it could stop the spread but she only grabbed a handful of the goo instead. The goo in her hands appeared to morph itself into some kind of weapon. She still couldn’t open her eyes but could tell from touch that they were Splat Dualies… how did she know that? The goo… no. The ink had finally entered her head and with it’s work done, it pooled at her back where it created a tank for itself. The rest of her clothes settled into place. Mint Dakroniks sneaker, White King Tank top and King Flip Mesh cap; it was a fresh look. Jill, if she could even be called that at this point, wasn’t scared, confused or even concerned. The Inkling was thrilled that she got a fresh new look and sweet new weapons! As she cheered out at this windfall she heard a noise come from a strange ancient looking box on the ground.
“Jill, your transmission is getting scrambled.”
Meh, it was nothing to do with her.
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Description
This is TF Round Robin, a series of Transformation Sequences where some popular (and some obscure) characters get shuffled around and find themselves in someone else's shoes. In Round Two(n), we see cartoony characters become more realistic ones and visa-versa.

Art done by the great YellowCatArt98
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BSA Operative Jill Valentine surveyed the area she’d be sent to investigate. She’d been in numerous biohazard zones before but there was something off about this one. No sightings of things seen out of the corner of her eye; no stench of death and festering bodies hanging in the air; not even any ominous groaning underscoring the ambience. All there was to report was strange green puddles over the place that looked like they had been haphazardly sprayed around the vicinity. She decided to call it in.

“Report: No activity but there are these strange puddles of-”

But before she could even finish the first line of her report, she accidentally stood near one of the puddles and disaster struck! The goo, as if it had been waiting for the chance all day, leapt up and grabbed her foot. Jill dropped her radio in shock as the goo crawled up her leg, seeping into her combat gear and leaching into her skin. Before she knew what was happening she had absorbed most of it and her body was having a strange reaction. Her head, hands and feet started to swell as the rest of her body shrank and her hair started to clump together as pink slime seeped from her scalp. Even her combat gear was warping as her tight suit rode up her arms and legs before splitting into a separate top and bottom. Jill tried to keep her eyes open but a splash of black goo across her face forced her to shut them. She tried reaching for a first aid spray in the vain hope it could stop the spread but she only grabbed a handful of the goo instead. The goo in her hands appeared to morph itself into some kind of weapon. She still couldn’t open her eyes but could tell from touch that they were Splat Dualies… how did she know that? The goo… no. The ink had finally entered her head and with it’s work done, it pooled at her back where it created a tank for itself. The rest of her clothes settled into place. Mint Dakroniks sneaker, White King Tank top and King Flip Mesh cap; it was a fresh look. Jill, if she could even be called that at this point, wasn’t scared, confused or even concerned. The Inkling was thrilled that she got a fresh new look and sweet new weapons! As she cheered out at this windfall she heard a noise come from a strange ancient looking box on the ground.
“Jill, your transmission is getting scrambled.”
Meh, it was nothing to do with her.
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