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Jon.
What is such a man as he?
No one understood him, even him!
Another long day after failing in his dream of being a cartoonist. Again and again, he would get rejected. Nobody wanted to help him or take in his work.
He silently would cuss under his breath as he undid his tie and entered his car. He sat down, placing his tie in the unused seat next to him.
"Why me? I did everything right! right...?", as sad as he was, it wouldn't be too long before he had a little break from rejection of itself.
Liz had finally agreed to go on a date with him! A win in his low, low life!
A song came up on the radio on way to his house and he hummed the tune, he was happy for now
would he turn around if he knew what was waiting for him after the turn up the road...?
As he pulled up to his house he felt off, the happy cheer nature of his house felt as if it was replaced with an ere one. He questioned his gut and grabbed the keys out of his pocket, Jon had a key chain of Garfield and Odie. Opening the door and calling for his cat he froze. Blood.
Blood?
Where? Who? Jon broke into a cold sweat as he saw it
Odie's collar in another puddle of blood near it.
Before he could question what happened to his dog companion he heard a roar.
not human.
not normal.
He dove behind the Tv as he heard something crawl its way in his direction.
It sounded like whatever it was it was to heavy to walk so it dragged itself toward the living room, where Jon was.
"Jon, I can SMELL you Jon."
"Jon.. I require lasagna Jon."
Jon felt as if he had been shot
Was that Garfield..?
Before he could question any more than he already was, a greasy, boney hand grabbed firmly on his body.
He was raised then he saw it.
Garfield.
HIS Garfield.
"LET GO GARFIELD, YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Jon pleaded
Garfield mumbled his demand again..
I REQUIRE LASANGA JON.