TftW: Trumped Up.
TftW: Trumped Up.
NOTE:
This is a self aware tf story of my character into pre-election Trump and it involves MC and a supernatural element, this also explains how the election messed with his shapeshifting powers. Also this is satirical so please save complaints for something more serious, and this also uses a bit of humor and nods to South Park and Back To The Future II. Especially since in the latter, older Biff is based on Trump.
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Sometimes we all have to get involved in things that we don't usually get involved in even if we don't want to, take Nathan for example, he wasn't a very political person but when the 2016 election rolled around he had no choice but to get involved, not only because it was his duty as the monster world's resident hero and activist but also because it messed with his powers, often causing him to involuntarily transform into pre-election Trump as a result as if it was some kind of allergic reaction, then again it all started with him being coaxed into drinking the man's blood, which he did...by accident.
But that was only the start of his problems, then there was all the responses from people who would ask such stupid questions as 'Why would you do this'? and ones would overuse that 'dank' meme known as 'Illuminati = confirmed'. To which he had to keep explaining to them that it wasn't his choice, far from it....it wasn't like he could just morph back to himself afterwards, no he couldn't control these and these just keep getting worse no matter how many times he tried.
One night when he got home from his visit to the Scare-A-Largo monster resort, he was sorting out his artifacts from the adventures he had, but there were some he didn't remember having such as the latest 'addition' to his supernatural boardgame collection, that one boardgame being the Trump game from 1989. He didn't remember acquiring that game at all, he only remembered Mel briefly being hypnotized into buying the game and playing it.
That game in general basically wasn't successful, it was a Monopoly copy only it wasn't as fun as the former and was known primarily for being that game with its namesakes face all over the money pieces and on the cards, he had forbidden Lithius from trying to get rid of it though because he believed there were other methods other than sending it to the gods to be abolished/destroyed.
"Odd...I don't owning this game. I just remember seeing videos of it. I don't remember actually owning it though. Good thing I forbid Lithius from trying to get rid of it. Nothing against him or anything, but his answer is to everything is the same..it's either 'use science to solve it because science can do anything' or 'have the gods/elders destroy it'. I just wish he'd stop butting in, he's such a pain sometimes."
"I bet you wish you could give him a piece of your mind.."
"Well...yeah..."
"I bet you wish you could tell him that he can't barge in doing whatever he wants."
"Why yes..."
"I bet you wish you could be the one ordering him around instead..."
"Oh, definitely..."
"I bet you wish you could do all of that and put him in his place."
"Yes, oh...if only..."
"Wish granted..."
"What? But I didn't..."
The game box gave off an extremely vibrant and glistening aura that blinded him for a few seconds, making him feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded as he spun around for several seconds - he panicked several times before sighing as the dizziness went away. A series of gurgling noises emitted from his stomach as he began to feel ill, but the odd thing was that he wasn't ill at all. His skin slowly began to lose a bit of its imperfections as it glistened and roughened a bit, he panicked several times as his body started to expand starting with his chest and torso, then followed by his arms as his hands enlarged.
There was a series of stretching sounds as his blue spider themed button up shirt slowly strained, the buttons on the front popping off one as the shirt began to tear apart to reveal the beginnings of a business suit forming underneath, with the lower half of the suit fusing with his jeans to become the matching pants as his sneakers blackened to become the shoes, in addition to this his legs broadened and stretched as did his feet.
"Oh no...not again..."
"But this is what you wished for..."
"I DID NOT WISH FOR THIS!"
"Oh yes you did...."
"I did no such thing, now stop this..."
He yelped several times as his shoulders and back broadened, he elevated in height to 6'2 as he looked at himself, he now weighed around 236lbs, he wasn't exactly overweight and wasn't muscular, just about average for someone of his build to be exact. He gave out another yelp as his neckline altered, he felt his hair with his hands for a few seconds as it slowly fluffed up and brightened, blonde hair fusing with the brown ones and turning his hair from brown to platinum blonde.
His brow furrowed as his forehead became a bit more pronounced, his eyebrows bushing up and turning blondish to match his hair as his eyes widened, turning from hazel to an icy shade of blue as his features broadened and altered. He panicked several times as his lips became oddly kissable but not large and feminine, his jawline altered, broadening as his cheekbones sharpened.
"Don't deny it, you wished for this..."
"I didn't wish for anything, I just said that I agree with everything you were saying."
"There you go again...denying it..."
"I have nothing to deny...I DIDN'T wish for this to happen."
"You did want to be your boss, didn't you?"
"I guess so..."
He grunted a few times as his expression curved itself into a pseudo-grimace as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, slowly re-sculpting themselves into those of Apprentice era Donald Trump, he gasped several times as he felt his face. He panicked and tried to morph back into himself but his transformation just couldn't be stopped or controlled, he held his head in agony before snapping back.
"Well now you're getting to do just that..."
"But Lithius is going to freaking kill me when he finds out about this! Actually on second thought, screw him. He can clean up after his own messes and mind his own business, he doesn't have to be such a nosy horn-dog all the time."
"See...you agree with me already!"
"Okay...you got me there...but I don't like this. I never like turning into Trump. He's basically grown up Eric Cartman. He's the real life Biff from Back To The Future II, he's a big, stupid tangerine faced goon."
"There you go again..."
The changes then made their way to his throat as his voice deepened and roughened, also developing a fierce but straight-forward and authoritative tone as a New Yorkish accent of sorts became part of it, his voice altering to match his appearance and a couple of seconds later, he had Trump's voice. He gasped several times before his personality and mindset altered, his memories reshaping themselves and becoming those of Apprentice era Trump, he remembered that he was the host of The Apprentice, not to be confused with the British version of course which came after it.
He was aware of who he was and how he came to be the way he was, luckily he wasn't his election era self, and he was glad for that, because if he saw what his 2016 self was like, he would have been offended and heartbroken all at once. True, he loved being the way he was but he would have been horrified if he had become his 2016 self - his 2016 self - as you know, was the most horrible of all.
True, he was gruff and fierce but he only did what he could and in times that he felt were most dire - those were the times in which he felt like he had to put his foot down and take matters into his own hands, he was genuinely respectful and even kind at times, and also being a father - he cared very much about his own kids and his family in general. He knew what he liked and hated and he couldn't stand excuses.
"You know what? You are absolutely right. You know, i'm sick and tired of cleaning up after other people's messes. Especially those of my friends who I care deeply about, they should figure out how to do things on their own. But I would never stay mad at them, I respect their need to do things in a certain way."
"Now there is certainly no denying that this is what you wished for..."
"Exactly. I get to be my own boss and be the one giving orders instead of taking them from others. And speaking of which, next time that stupid dog shows up I am going to remind him that he can't always get what he wants and that this isn't his world, this is everyone's world and he is just living in it."
"You know...you should run for president.."
"Me? President? Nah. That would never work. I would never do that. I've seen what 2016 me is like and all I can say is...yikes! If running for president means i'll have to act like THAT, then forget it. Don't get me wrong, I like being the boss, it's just that I don't think i'd be a good president."
"I think you'd make a good president.."
"Well I don't...2016 me is a monster. I feel bad for that sheep known as Dawn Bellwether because of her being compared to my 2016 self by people who don't know better. Oh and by the way..."
"Yes?"
"If I see that stupid dog-man again, i'll tell him if he acts up or makes nothing but excuses - he is going to get fired. You know I cannot stand people like him who just make excuse after excuse."
"Absolutely right.."
And thus, with that he nodded in response to the voice as he decided that it was time for a change of scene, a blast of golden supernatural energy burst through the air, changing the environment he was in into a replica of the boardroom from the tv show The Apprentice, which was a more suitable one for him. He smiled in approval as he sat down in the chair that he always sat in when deciding who to fire on the show.
As for what happened later, he decided to expand his horizons and spend some time with his family. Of course he steered away from politics, even though the idea did sound tempting....he never would actually run, not after seeing what his 2016 self was like. If you saw yourself acting like that, you probably would feel the same way.
Remember, that sometimes even if we don't want to get involved...there is sometimes no other choice but to do so, and that includes politics and transformations as well. No matter how disinterested you are, sometimes we all have to do things we don't want to do - regardless of whether or not we want to. Consider this a lesson that you should all learn for today and consider it a valuable one.
NOTE:
This is a self aware tf story of my character into pre-election Trump and it involves MC and a supernatural element, this also explains how the election messed with his shapeshifting powers. Also this is satirical so please save complaints for something more serious, and this also uses a bit of humor and nods to South Park and Back To The Future II. Especially since in the latter, older Biff is based on Trump.
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Sometimes we all have to get involved in things that we don't usually get involved in even if we don't want to, take Nathan for example, he wasn't a very political person but when the 2016 election rolled around he had no choice but to get involved, not only because it was his duty as the monster world's resident hero and activist but also because it messed with his powers, often causing him to involuntarily transform into pre-election Trump as a result as if it was some kind of allergic reaction, then again it all started with him being coaxed into drinking the man's blood, which he did...by accident.
But that was only the start of his problems, then there was all the responses from people who would ask such stupid questions as 'Why would you do this'? and ones would overuse that 'dank' meme known as 'Illuminati = confirmed'. To which he had to keep explaining to them that it wasn't his choice, far from it....it wasn't like he could just morph back to himself afterwards, no he couldn't control these and these just keep getting worse no matter how many times he tried.
One night when he got home from his visit to the Scare-A-Largo monster resort, he was sorting out his artifacts from the adventures he had, but there were some he didn't remember having such as the latest 'addition' to his supernatural boardgame collection, that one boardgame being the Trump game from 1989. He didn't remember acquiring that game at all, he only remembered Mel briefly being hypnotized into buying the game and playing it.
That game in general basically wasn't successful, it was a Monopoly copy only it wasn't as fun as the former and was known primarily for being that game with its namesakes face all over the money pieces and on the cards, he had forbidden Lithius from trying to get rid of it though because he believed there were other methods other than sending it to the gods to be abolished/destroyed.
"Odd...I don't owning this game. I just remember seeing videos of it. I don't remember actually owning it though. Good thing I forbid Lithius from trying to get rid of it. Nothing against him or anything, but his answer is to everything is the same..it's either 'use science to solve it because science can do anything' or 'have the gods/elders destroy it'. I just wish he'd stop butting in, he's such a pain sometimes."
"I bet you wish you could give him a piece of your mind.."
"Well...yeah..."
"I bet you wish you could tell him that he can't barge in doing whatever he wants."
"Why yes..."
"I bet you wish you could be the one ordering him around instead..."
"Oh, definitely..."
"I bet you wish you could do all of that and put him in his place."
"Yes, oh...if only..."
"Wish granted..."
"What? But I didn't..."
The game box gave off an extremely vibrant and glistening aura that blinded him for a few seconds, making him feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded as he spun around for several seconds - he panicked several times before sighing as the dizziness went away. A series of gurgling noises emitted from his stomach as he began to feel ill, but the odd thing was that he wasn't ill at all. His skin slowly began to lose a bit of its imperfections as it glistened and roughened a bit, he panicked several times as his body started to expand starting with his chest and torso, then followed by his arms as his hands enlarged.
There was a series of stretching sounds as his blue spider themed button up shirt slowly strained, the buttons on the front popping off one as the shirt began to tear apart to reveal the beginnings of a business suit forming underneath, with the lower half of the suit fusing with his jeans to become the matching pants as his sneakers blackened to become the shoes, in addition to this his legs broadened and stretched as did his feet.
"Oh no...not again..."
"But this is what you wished for..."
"I DID NOT WISH FOR THIS!"
"Oh yes you did...."
"I did no such thing, now stop this..."
He yelped several times as his shoulders and back broadened, he elevated in height to 6'2 as he looked at himself, he now weighed around 236lbs, he wasn't exactly overweight and wasn't muscular, just about average for someone of his build to be exact. He gave out another yelp as his neckline altered, he felt his hair with his hands for a few seconds as it slowly fluffed up and brightened, blonde hair fusing with the brown ones and turning his hair from brown to platinum blonde.
His brow furrowed as his forehead became a bit more pronounced, his eyebrows bushing up and turning blondish to match his hair as his eyes widened, turning from hazel to an icy shade of blue as his features broadened and altered. He panicked several times as his lips became oddly kissable but not large and feminine, his jawline altered, broadening as his cheekbones sharpened.
"Don't deny it, you wished for this..."
"I didn't wish for anything, I just said that I agree with everything you were saying."
"There you go again...denying it..."
"I have nothing to deny...I DIDN'T wish for this to happen."
"You did want to be your boss, didn't you?"
"I guess so..."
He grunted a few times as his expression curved itself into a pseudo-grimace as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, slowly re-sculpting themselves into those of Apprentice era Donald Trump, he gasped several times as he felt his face. He panicked and tried to morph back into himself but his transformation just couldn't be stopped or controlled, he held his head in agony before snapping back.
"Well now you're getting to do just that..."
"But Lithius is going to freaking kill me when he finds out about this! Actually on second thought, screw him. He can clean up after his own messes and mind his own business, he doesn't have to be such a nosy horn-dog all the time."
"See...you agree with me already!"
"Okay...you got me there...but I don't like this. I never like turning into Trump. He's basically grown up Eric Cartman. He's the real life Biff from Back To The Future II, he's a big, stupid tangerine faced goon."
"There you go again..."
The changes then made their way to his throat as his voice deepened and roughened, also developing a fierce but straight-forward and authoritative tone as a New Yorkish accent of sorts became part of it, his voice altering to match his appearance and a couple of seconds later, he had Trump's voice. He gasped several times before his personality and mindset altered, his memories reshaping themselves and becoming those of Apprentice era Trump, he remembered that he was the host of The Apprentice, not to be confused with the British version of course which came after it.
He was aware of who he was and how he came to be the way he was, luckily he wasn't his election era self, and he was glad for that, because if he saw what his 2016 self was like, he would have been offended and heartbroken all at once. True, he loved being the way he was but he would have been horrified if he had become his 2016 self - his 2016 self - as you know, was the most horrible of all.
True, he was gruff and fierce but he only did what he could and in times that he felt were most dire - those were the times in which he felt like he had to put his foot down and take matters into his own hands, he was genuinely respectful and even kind at times, and also being a father - he cared very much about his own kids and his family in general. He knew what he liked and hated and he couldn't stand excuses.
"You know what? You are absolutely right. You know, i'm sick and tired of cleaning up after other people's messes. Especially those of my friends who I care deeply about, they should figure out how to do things on their own. But I would never stay mad at them, I respect their need to do things in a certain way."
"Now there is certainly no denying that this is what you wished for..."
"Exactly. I get to be my own boss and be the one giving orders instead of taking them from others. And speaking of which, next time that stupid dog shows up I am going to remind him that he can't always get what he wants and that this isn't his world, this is everyone's world and he is just living in it."
"You know...you should run for president.."
"Me? President? Nah. That would never work. I would never do that. I've seen what 2016 me is like and all I can say is...yikes! If running for president means i'll have to act like THAT, then forget it. Don't get me wrong, I like being the boss, it's just that I don't think i'd be a good president."
"I think you'd make a good president.."
"Well I don't...2016 me is a monster. I feel bad for that sheep known as Dawn Bellwether because of her being compared to my 2016 self by people who don't know better. Oh and by the way..."
"Yes?"
"If I see that stupid dog-man again, i'll tell him if he acts up or makes nothing but excuses - he is going to get fired. You know I cannot stand people like him who just make excuse after excuse."
"Absolutely right.."
And thus, with that he nodded in response to the voice as he decided that it was time for a change of scene, a blast of golden supernatural energy burst through the air, changing the environment he was in into a replica of the boardroom from the tv show The Apprentice, which was a more suitable one for him. He smiled in approval as he sat down in the chair that he always sat in when deciding who to fire on the show.
As for what happened later, he decided to expand his horizons and spend some time with his family. Of course he steered away from politics, even though the idea did sound tempting....he never would actually run, not after seeing what his 2016 self was like. If you saw yourself acting like that, you probably would feel the same way.
Remember, that sometimes even if we don't want to get involved...there is sometimes no other choice but to do so, and that includes politics and transformations as well. No matter how disinterested you are, sometimes we all have to do things we don't want to do - regardless of whether or not we want to. Consider this a lesson that you should all learn for today and consider it a valuable one.
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