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Jon flinches when he wakes up to a bright light shining in his face. His neck hurts, and he goes to rub at it, only to find himself trapped. He's tied to a chair. The surrounding room is pitch black, other than the lamp, and the ropes feel... odd. They looked a little weird, too, the cordage thick.
"H-hello?" He asks quietly to the darkness.
"Jon..." Rasps out of the darkness, and he swallows.
"Garfield?" He asks quietly, and tugs at the tacky rope again, only for him to realize were woven of spaghetti.
"Why haven't you given me lassaga, Jon..? It's been so long..." The voice says again, harsh and dry as though Garfield had gone without water.
"Garfield! This isn't funny, old pal", John yells vaguely into the darkness. He thinks he can see something move in the darkness, but he must be mistaken. Garfield might be fatter than the average cat, but he isn't two meters tall.
"John", he hears, almost like a wailing. "The lasagna..."
"Garfield? Let me go, please." He whispering now. He thinks there are tears running slowly down his face, but he can't feel his crying over the beat of his heart that has spread through his entire body, making him numb to anything but his fear.
"Jon..." It growls.
Jon can't help but shake in his seat, before he saw the behemoth in front of him.
"OH MY GOD! GARFIELD!?" His cat was a two meter tall creature, vaguely resembling a cat now. It seems his fur was peeling, and also looked less like it belonged to a real cat and moreso a costume. Meanwhile it seems like some sort of... pasta? Lasagna? Was leaking out of the inside of his once beloved cat.
"No lasagna? That's fine, Jon..." It had said while approaching him.
"I got plenty already."
"W-what are you doing, Garfield?"
Oh God, he feels like he's going to puke.
"Since you never had Lazaza for me, Jon..." Garfield says, voice grating before he coughs. "I figured I could give YOU some, this time..."
He steps closer, and the smell, oh, the smell... It smelled of rot. Terrible rot. Like something left out in the sun as it decomposed in humid weather. He gags again, before suddenly dry heaving as the smell floods his nostrils.
When he looks up again, Garfield's face is right in front of his, blocking the lamp. Even in the low light, he can see Garfield's eyes are dry and bloodshot--dull from a lack of moisture.
"Come on Jon, join me." Garfield purrs, disturbingly smoothly, especially after his previous sound of voice.
"What?" Jon asks, almost confused. Garfield's mouth opens, and for a moment he thinks Garfield is going to respond, except...
His mouth opens wider.
And wider.
And WIDER.
Jon screams as the mouth comes closer and engulfs him, noise stopping soon after.