The SCP Foundation

Chapter 112: SCP-3166

"Alright, that should be about done... annnd... upload."

A man was lazing back on his chair, wanting to relax, as he had finished a video of him giving critical feedback towards the current state of the Garfield comic franchise.

"They just don't innovate anymore..." the man muttered to himself. "They just keep reiterating that Garfield's a talking cat, that hates Mondays, and eats lasagna all day... I'm sick of it."

He looked at his desk and saw his half-empty can of soda, as he drunk it during the editing of his video. He grabbed it and began to drink it, until he heard a noise from downstairs that startled him, almost spilling his soda on his desk.

"What the fuck?" the man looked at his door.

He stood up from his chair and walked to the door. He peeked outside his hallway, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He stepped out of his room, which he heard glass breaking.

"The fuck's going on here?" the man asked.

He walked towards the stairs and began to descend to the ground floor. As he did so, the noises grew louder and he heard something else; a cat meowing.

"Huh?"

He walked down the rest of the stairs and immediately noticed the current state of his living room and kitchen.

Both rooms were in disarray; a number of furniture destroyed, broken glass on the floor, picture frames scattered. He walked towards the living room, still confused as to what had caused this damage.

"What the hell?"

Suddenly, he received a hard punch on his back, which made him fall to the floor and clutch his back. He looked to see what made him fall, then his heart stopped.

"What the fuck?"

It was a 2.1 metre tall humanoid entity, seemingly pataphysical. Its exterior resembles a crudely-made Garfield costume, however, it seemed to be made from legitimate cat fur.

"Hey, what the fuck are you?" the man asked. "What the hell's going on here?"

The entity didn't respond, but instead it had picked up a picture frame and used it to inflict blunt force trauma on the man's head, causing his head to bleed as the frame broke apart.

After it had took a few swings, the entity threw the broken picture frame to the side. It then got to the side of the man's head and used its claws to disembowel itself.

It had made a screeching noise as it did so, much like an agitated cat would. It opened its wound to let out its entrails, which would be entirely lasagna, on the man, simply force feeding it to him.

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"Hey, Freddie!"

Drista called to the peacekeeper as she saw him in the field. He didn't respond back, he only glanced back at her, then proceeded to walk away.

She called out to him a few more times, but to no avail.

"Shit..." the tomboy cursed to herself. "Every time..."

It had been numerous months of her dealing with the peacekeeper's voluntary avoidance. She was sick of it, even though she had knew the reason why.

"We can fix this, I know we can..." the tomboy muttered to herself. "I just wanna talk to you, that's all..."

"Drista..."

The tomboy snapped back to reality, as she heard a voice from behind her. She looked back to see Riley walk towards her.

"What do you want?"