Going urban punk (Brooklin tf mc)

    Kelvin was walking through town, trying to find his way home after taking the wrong subway train. He had ended up in a shady neighborhood, and was trying to find something he could use as a reference point, since he left his phone (and therefore gps) at home, and didn't recognize any street names. He wandered along one in particular, only to find it was blocked off for roadwork, and not wanting to turn back for some reason, he decided to try going down a surprisingly dark alleyway for midday. 
    As he walked through the alley, Kelvin came across something strange: a half finished piece of graffiti with the paint still wet. It looked like some sort of lizard, but it was pink with long ears and a blue tongue. Part of a circular background had been painted behind it when the project had apparently been abandoned. Oddly, the whole thing had a strange shine to it, as if it were oil paint inside of spray paint. Right below it were a bunch of stencils and cans of spray paint scattered on the ground. Curious, Kelvin picked up a can to see if he recognized the brand, wanting to try buying some of his own. But strangely enough, there were no words at all on it, not even warning labels. It was just a solid blue all around, with red, yellow, and green marks on one part apparently making up some sort of logo. Kelvin decided to try it out, figuring whoever left it wouldn't mind using a little... He aimed for a wall, not noticing the cap was backwards, and ended up spraying pink paint all over his face. 
    Kelvin shouted in surprise, but not pain. Somehow his eyesight and breathing were just fine, and it actually tasted a bit...sweet. He tried to wipe the stuff up quickly in case that changed, but his hands seemed to stick to his face. It was like the paint was actually glue or something! Malcolm kept struggling to get the paint off, not noticing the paint had molded itself over his hands and covered them in shiny pink rubbery paint. He ended up bumping into the graffiti art work, and was now stuck there, the paint clinging to his clothes and only stretching a few inches before making him smack back into the wall. The paint climbed over his body, coating his arms, legs, and torso, effectively tying him to the wall. Kelvin could feel it soaking into his clothes, causing them to shift greatly. A red jersey jacket grew onto him with a white trim, zipping itself up tightly against his chest, his regular shirt shifting into something else. His shorts became jet black and became slightly baggy pants. A chain grew from under the jacket and attached to the side of his pants. Finally a black and white baseball cap with a grey wing emblem on it formed and suctioned onto his head.
    The paint then moved on to his body, coating what little of his body was left in that same pink paint that had engulfed his head. His feet shrank a bit as his toes morphed into two large grey claws. It climbed up his legs, going past his waist and making his chest tighten up a bit so that he looked a bit muscular. It covered his arms and neck, and Kelvin finally felt his hands start to loosen from his face. As he pulled them away, his face stretched out into a lizard like snout until his hands were finally free. Maxwell blinked for a second, and realized everything had a yellow tint to it. The paint had formed goggle like lenses on his eyes, and had also given him long yellow and pink ears and spiky yellow hair. The graffiti paint finally released him, and he fell to the ground. Kelvin quickly stumbled over to a puddle and looked at himself. He was some kind of lizard! More specifically, the one from the graffiti! He pulled at the thick layers of latex or rubber or whatever it was (he wasn't entirely sure it could be called 'paint' anymore), to try and rip it off, but it just kept slipping from his grip and smacking back into place, stinging whatever part of him the spot he pulled covered. Even the clothes were stuck to him. The zipper of the Jersey refused to unzip, and the hat reacted like the rest of him, snapping back and becoming even tighter around his head. He tried to call for help, but the layers of rubber around his head were so thick he was effectively muted. Running wasn't an option either as something kept him from leaving the alley.
    Kelvin was still pulling when his whole body spasmed, and began moving towards the graffiti and art supplies. The paint was controlling him! He couldn't stop himself from picking up a spray can and looking at the art. Two large goo tentacles grew from the paint, and jammed themselves violently into Kelvin's ears, and began pumping something into him. It consumed his mind, drowning out thoughts of escape and getting help. It also started affecting his body, as the mouth of the mask opened, allowing his now huge and blue tongue to hang out, hypno swirls in his eyes. He shrank in height, the eyes of the mask became his own, and he was now able to hear out of his large ears. His arms and legs became shorter, and the suit finally finished fusing to him as the tendrils in his ears pulled him close, and Kelvin began to paint. As he did, he was panicking in his head, trying to clear his thoughts and regain control. 
    "What's happening to me? I feel wei- ghk- Yo, this feels weird." Kelvin, or whoever he was now, would've gasped if his body wasn't painting. What did he just say? His voice had suddenly sounded more punk like. "What? That doesn't sou-grk- that normal talk don't sound right ta me," his thoughts shifted again. The more he tried to think, the more he though like -gk- the coolest graffiti artist on the streets.-gk- the guy would have shaken his thoughts clear if his body wasn't still painting that stu -stupid cool masterpiece of his. - wait, it wasn't - quite ready yet, still needed ta lift some more cans for it. - But he wasn't - gonna take no crud from nobody. He was the coolest punk artist around here! - But - And nobody will stay otherwise, or I'll use some of my special paints ta make 'em a part of my crew! -Wai - I'm Brooklin, and I'll be the best graffiti artist around!
    Brooklin finally finished his latest work, right as the tentacles retracted. It was nothing else but a self portrait of himself from the side, with not a drop of paint out of place, and with that beautiful rubber shine his new paints gave it. The area around him shifted into the city of St. Peanutsburg, his hometown and personal art gallery. This was just the latest in a long, long, looooong line of his art projects. And while most could only be seen by yokai eyes, some special works of his can be seen by humans...right before they get transformed into his lackeys by them. Brooklin took his stuff and ran off, another idea for a graffiti piece forming his head.