⧫Time:, October 23rd, 1989, 11:20⧫

It was a gloomy night in Muncie, Indiana. A thick fog was rolling overhead, setting the mood for the ensuing chaos that was brought home by Jon Arbuckle. In the dimly lit hallway, a figure appeared, Garfield. slowly approaching Jon’s bedroom door, Garfield silently glided toward the door. Jon Arbuckle was a unique individual. Born destined to be a kissless virgin, Jon had no social skills toward women, and the skills he thought he had were pitiful lies that his brain created to make the false image inside his head that he could be anything else than a failure. When Jon first adopted Garfield, he felt that taking care of him gave him a purpose, but as the years passed by with the blink of an eye, the only reason he kept Garfield around was because he was at times the only one to talk to.

Slowing swinging the door open, Garfield entered the abode, a look of objective determination held firmly in his eyes. “Garfield” spoke Jon, expecting the feline to pester him as he had for many years, “what do you want this time, if it’s lasagna, I'm not going to get it for you.” Garfield kept his knowing glare, and responded to his disgruntled owners statement. “Oh Johnathan, you useless virgin, you will remember this night.” “what the hell are you talking about you fat cat?”Jon replied, his temper rising as he heard Garfield talk condescending to him. “you see Jon”, Garfield continued. “you were always the most stupid idiot I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing, you always thought that I ate lasagna because I was addicted to it” Garfield stopped, before leaning in with a whisper, “you were wrong”. Jon was at his limit, snapping at Garfield, he said, “you better tell me what you want from me before I kick you out of this house. Garfield smiled, and he told Jon what he wanted from him.

“A long time ago Jon, I used to be a good little kitten, and one day, you decided to let me try lasagna.” Garfield grinned as his story unfolded. “when I took that first bite, I felt a power surge through me like nothing I’ve ever felt, I knew that that pasta, those whites, that meat, was the key to my success, and you’ve been giving in to my demands, unaware of what you turned me into” Jon was confused by now, and was a little frightened deep inside, Garfield had been violent before, but he never thought about what that strange cat might be capable of. “now Jon” Garfield kept on, seeing through Jon, seeing his fear build up as his brain was losing control of what nonexistent masculinity the organ thought it once had. “I’ve become more powerful than I ever thought I could before I took that first bite, more powerful than you, more powerful than that stupid mutt Odie, and more powerful than that fragile little shit called Nermal” Garfield added, chuckling as he failed to think of Nermal as anything resembling powerful.

This is what I’m going to give you” Jon looked down and finally understood, Garfield's throbbing flong, massive in size and potential, appeared in front of him. Jon started shaking and shuddering, feeling the overwhelming force of satan's wrinkly fingers shaking the foundation of his anus, vibrating the innards of his asshole. As his mind took in this horrifying sight, he began to dread the eldritch horrors that Garfield’s mind wrenching length could and would proceed to commit to his insides in mere moments. Even though he didn’t want this, he didn’t dare move or speak as Garfield might become violent with him.

“well” Garfield said, “lets begin”. And Garfield approached Jon.

⧫Time: October 23rd, 1989, 11:35⧫

As Garfield began to approach Jon, who was frozen in place, Odie and Nermal were situated in the room over. Having heard the conversation that took place between Jon and Garfield, the two . “I saw all this coming, I knew garfield was planning something, and Jon just happened to be the one he started with” Odie stated, a disgusted expression drawn across his face, understanding the fate that beheld Jon. “what are we going to do Odie?” Nermal squeaked, fearing for his life. Odie thought for a moment, before returning to Nermal with an explanation. “I’m going to face Garfield, his reign of terror and fear will not happen!” Nermal looked at Odie, before thinking and replying, “But Odie, you heard him, he’s too powerful, you could die!” Odie understood this, but didn’t care, he had to do this to avenge Jon, and to protect Nermal.