The bed of 12

The First down

          You wake up wiping the fuzzy from your eyes. Adjusting from the odd dream you were just in you start rolling to your side only to freeze. Your blanket is red. You don't have a red blanket. More than that, right in front of you, was someone you never expected. And no it is not a dead body, the sheets are not covered in blood, not everything I write has to be filled with murder.

          Memories of last night came flashing back to you. "(y/n)" a voice says sleepily rolling over having felt you move. It was none other than Herbert P. Bare main antagonist of club penguin. You are only able to let out a squeak of embarrassment as your face flushes red. Awoken by the talking, another figure seems to arise from the bed, "Kermit the Frog???!?!?" you exclaim! What is he doing here?

          The left and right side of his felt face seem to furrow into a smile... somehow. Unblinking he whispers seductively "last night sure was something huh (y/n)"? Feeling not only your own heart beat out of your chest but seemingly another heartbeat, you look down at your arm. But instead of seeing your hand you see a familiar frog. Well, that is beyond Herbert P. Bear, who happens to still be laying on your arm. Considering the complete lack of circulation you are surprised your arm is still alive and well.

          "You are thinking I'm fat I know you are" scoffs Herbert P. Bear on the urge of tears. "No- No-" you try telling him. It wasn't that, but contrary to the average palaeeudyptes klekowskii he would sleep with, you were much shorter and fragile uwu.

          Wondering how Kermit even talked in the first place if your arm was so asleep that you couldn't even move your fingers in the first place you sat up. God Kermit is into some kinky stuff. To your surprise you are able to sit up extremely easily. Too easily. Looking down you come to a sudden realization. Oh no your arm actually came off!!! You weren't bleeding out but the end of your arm had become a pulsating lump of coagulated blood. Huh. Well, worse things have happened.

          Now having sat up you see more of the bed. Not only was Kermit the frog from hit show Sesame Street there along with Herbert P. Bear, main antagonist of hit game Club Penguin, but Garfield!! "Garfield what are you doing here???" you asked. "Sleeping what else" he said in a lazy tone. Oh yeah it was Monday wasn't it? No wait, why would he be part of this foursome??? "It's not a foursome" Herbert P. Bear quickly responded to your thought.

           "If it's not a foursome then-" you start when you suddenly realize it was an orgy. A gay orgy. But more shocking than any of that Herbert P. Bear has been reading your thoughts this whole time? What? "Yeah, I'm actually the one writing this book," he explains. What book? "Nevermind."

          Blinking one eye lazily after the other Garfield looks at your arm "oh shit bro yo is that lazagne".

           "yes" you reply sarcastically.

          Garfield without second thought takes that as an invitation and immediately starts eating your arm. It kinda tickles honestly. What did you think, it would hurt? Half of your arm literally came off and is now acting on its own will to control Kermit the frog this is nothing. "So who is here anyways" you casually ask while your blood and flesh are being gnawed at.

          "Well shrek was also here but he is dicking down squidward right now in the shower"

          "makes since"

           You pass out from blood loss but you can tell this is not over. Well, for you maybe it is. No one really cared about you anyway, they just invited you so they could use your home to bang in. Now that you were dead they could continue as if you never were there in the first place. Garfield finished (y/n) off with a big burp. "I'm hibernating through the rest of Monday, see you Tuesday guys" he yawns out.

"See you then", replies Erin Yeager.