- G-g-garfield?
John arbuckle couldn't help his stuttering, he had been hiding in his room, his arms trembling as he held onto his dad's shotgun, he had locked himself in there in an attempt to escape.
And what was he trying to escape from?, you might be asking.
He couldn't remember.
That was the terrifying part of the ecuation, John had spent the last few hours trying to access the most recondite places in his mind to find the answer, but he couldn't.
Even then, he was petrified, unable to leave his room or even move, even though he was unable to understand why a paralyzing fear had taken over him, there was one simple thing his mind kept reminding him of, what appeared to be the only trace of his memory.
His cat, Garfield.
This had been the cause of John stuttering Garfield's name, in hope of merely understanding the situation he was in, but not to his surprise, nobody answered, at least that's what he thought at first.
- Hey John, why don't you come out of your room and feed me some L̦̦͙̱̻̣̭͝ ҉̩̰̘̱A̢͚͚͓͖͕̞̹ S̤͚̖̻ ̡̤̩͔Ḁ͇̻ ͎͢G̬͍̞͔̻ ̫̮͚͓̖̬N ̗̖͙A
John grabbed his shotgun even tighter and pointed the muzzle towards the door, he had remembered it all.
-If you don't come out this instant, I'll have to open the door myself, John.
With his finger on the trigger, and tears rolling down both of his cheeks, he had decided it was finally time, and so, he waited.
- I have been waiting for long enough, John, I'm opening the door.
After John heard the slow creek of the old wooden door open, he slowly lifted up his head to confront what was standing in front of him.
John was met by a deformed ball of bones and orange tinged rotting flesh of incredible dimensions, pus was coming out of every pore of the creature, constantly pouring on the floor.
A small crooked face could be distinguished at the front of the creature, which featured large sharp teeth and small but penetrating pitch black beady eyes, accompanied by the worst smell John had ever experienced.
John dropped the shotgun and fell to his knees.
-Come on John, you won't be able to feed me some
L̦̦͙̱̻̣̭͝ ҉̩̰̘̱A̢͚͚͓͖͕̞̹ S̤͚̖̻ ̡̤̩͔Ḁ͇̻ ͎͢G̬͍̞͔̻ ̫̮͚͓̖̬N ̗̖͙A if you gouge your eyes out.
