[ PROLOGUE: CALEB CROSS ]
[ "I can't believe this luck." ] Caleb gritted his teeth, annoyance written all over his face as he crawls in the pavement; futily trying to escape the monster behind him, one who's at the moment is preoccupied eating the face of a screaming man.
[ "Hold onto it buddy, you kinda deserved it!" ] He turned around and screamed at the drunken comic strip artist— the man who draws Garfield, and also the reason why it's at the moment receiving bad reception— thus the attack in the first place.
[ "Fuck, that's totally disgusting." ] For a moment Caleb's eyes trails over the monster which is on top of the man, clawing at his face, before then opening its own stomach to feed the dying man what he could only assume as rotten lasagna.
Because moments ago, thanks to the System's briefing, he was able to gather enough info about the anomaly of the day. And from what he had read, it wasn't pleasant:
The monster in question is nearly 7ft tall, is actually the catsuit and not the other way around, made out of real cat hair, insides filled to the brim with lasagna, opened stomach filling the air with the rotten odor. Loves baseball bat and breaking knee caps; yeah, Caleb can testify on the last part.
[ "Why you out of all other atrocities, why you...!" ] And the best fact of them all, is that— [ "Garfield, fuck. I grew up watching you in my tv, in my grandfather's sister-in-law's tv, fuuuck!" ] That is in fact, a twisted form of Garfield. Know as Gorefield.
[ MEOW ] After finally being satisfied enough, Gorefield, the anomaly, stopped feeding the desperately wailing man lasagna. Before then finally opening it's maw wide, biting the man's head in one-go under the dismay of the employee.
[ "Uhh- you disgusting son of a bitch...!" ] Caleb averted his eyes last minute, muttering words under his breath. And the next thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the System alerting him of his failure; which is to be expected.
[ DAILY MISSION FAILED, CONTAINMENT REQUIREMENT HAD BEEN ELIMINATED, THE PLAYER WILL NOT RECEIVE THE PROMISED REWARD BY THE SYSTEM ]
[ DAILY MISSION ATTEMPT REWARD: 13 SYSTEM CREDITS, 26 EXPERIENCE ]
Caleb frowned in seeing that he wouldn't be able to get any cool powers, more money, and more experience. But hey, at least the System still gave him something, albeit crumbs in comparison to the original reward promised. [ "Damn it." ]
[ "I was about to be a wizard!" ] But he's still bitter, the reward promised this time around is the ability to be a wizard— a real wizard, wand waving and all. But Gorefield had to ruin it. [ "You ruined it!" ]
Caleb turned to look at Gorefield who's maw are bloody, not from its own blood, but instead from the blood of the drunken worker— now gone, having been eaten whole by the said monster.
[ GAG ] But ironically enough, not everything, as seconds later Gorefield then spit out a giant-sized ball of hair mixed with threads of fabric. Then seconds later the shoes came out, curled into a ball, then finally the cat started cleaning itself.
[ "What the... fuck?!" ] Caleb with broken knee caps couldn't believe the scene he had witnessed and wanted to vomit, he didn't at first, but the stench hit him in the nostrils; then he did. Throwing up the food he ate six days ago— pizza, fries, and burger on the pavement without shame.
He felt broken by the fact that he'll experience the same death that the man experienced, and it's not a kind one, in comparison to getting thorned to shreds by lanky pale IKEA employees from Hell, or to getting squashed by giant roaming skeletons in the abandoned forest; yeah, he's been too alot.
And funnily enough, it has only been six days since ago since all of these has been happening. Each day having new monsters, new tragedies. To the point that it isn't that laughable anymore, because Caleb could feel every single thing that is done to him before death, before respawn. [ "F-fuck!" ]
[ PURR ] Gorefield in finally being done in cleaning itself, then went and stood up, grabbed its bloodied gooey baseball bat from the ground and went to where Caleb is at the moment frozen; at the same time reciting a prayer and staring blankly, thoughts empty preparing for impact.
Staring at the anomaly which he thought was a great idea, but on second thought, with that said monster staring back at you with lazy slightly reddened eyes, opened maw that leaks drool, and teeth showing that can easily crush human skull. Yeah he regretted it, closing it instead as he screamed; [ "Do it... you piss of motherfuckin-!" ]
[ BANG! ] A hit to the head, concussion.
[ BANG! ] A hit to the ribs, internal bleeding.
[ BANG! ] A hit to the forearms, breaking it.
[ "A-ahhh, shit...!" ] Caleb cursed at himself, then at the damaged done all throughout his body. In total, Gorefield hit him only four times, yet the damage is enough to make him feel like he has been ran over by a truck— an unpleasant feeling.
Monsterous strength is really a thing, absolutely ridiculous, especially when you're on the receiving end, like in the case of Caleb. [ "NO-!" ] Which was shut down with a final bat to the head, like a nail, his head exploding like a disgusting watermelon.
Gorefield for a moment purred, then licking the blood from its baseball bat, then at its fur, then eating away the remaining bits on the ground before then heading for the main dish— seasoning it with lasagna from its open stomach before digging it. In tasting it, the monster felt satisfied, meowing to itself; only disappearing hours later.
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In a white blank space on the other hand, did Caleb respawn, slowly bit-by-bit. The respawning instance started with his nerves, then tendons, then the meat, then finally the skin. Lasting for a total amount of 0.3 seconds.
[ "-OOOOoooo!" ] Still eyes closed, he screamed, but in feeling hard tiles under his feet; and the fact that he could feel his feet at all, gives him enough reason to be comfortable enough to open his eyes and look around. [ "Oh, I'm... I'm alive." ]
[ "Thank heavens for the respawn machine." ] He glanced at the surroundings, around him, and could see everything is made out of white— blinding really, at some point. But thanks to there being walls, shapes, and corners, that blinding light from the whites are being broken down.
In the room that Caleb is in, there is no sky, there is no soil, no anything except square walls. From where he is standing, the middle, there are four walls that leads to four different hallways.
Supposedly when he did contain a monster, they'll appear inside one of those walls, and a mirror would form; but due to bad luck, for six consecutive days, he did fail.
On the first go it was a ghost in an abandoned high towered building. Funnily enough the containment requirements at that time is to merely survive, because the lady ghost has already been angered by his precence on the building; in the end he was possessed and made to kill himself by jumping off the 30ish or-so floor.
On the second try it was all about IKEA Workers from Hell, he spawned inside a supermarket where food, items, and tables are abundant— an IKEA Mega Store. Mega, truly, because the shelves are higher than a building, big enough that if it falls then it'll be damage, weird place, really. But even more weird are the employees, the ordinary IKEA Employee is already weird enough, but this ones swarmed him when "night" hit. Killing him.
On the third it wasn't peaceful, unluckily or not at all, he spawned in the middle of the ocean without any raft, or supplies to help. Even more so unlucky, he was tasked with capturing a fish... A Siren. Luckily he did found one, unluckily enough, the rumors and mission description was real; that the Siren's voice is deeply hallucinative. He was drownt by the busty lady, which was worth it.
On the fourth try he spawned in the middle of a forest, on night, and was told by the System to take down any gigantic-sized skeleton he could find. Though he doesn't have anything on, he thought at most he would just fight 8-10ft tall skeletons. Caleb was wrong, the skeletons are 50-70ft tall, one crushed him without even noticing him.
On the fifth try it was tame, find and murder a morbid K-9 dog infected with something-something, he forgot really, but he did read something along with bat infection. Whatever is going on with that. Anyways, he found the dog mauling on some diaper, then it mailed him.
Then lastly, on the sixth try, he found Garfield.
So in summary, he was possed by a ghost, swarmed by slendermen, charmed by a Siren, squashed by skeletons, mauled by a K-9, and got beaten with a baseball bat by Garfield.
Eventful week, but really, the most eventful part for Caleb is staring at the wall and waiting for the next dispatch— which is exactly 24 hours each time he respawns, [ "A day here again... fuck." ]
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[ FUN FACT: SCP-3166 is a 2.1-meter-tall, Garfield-costume-wearing entity composed of lasagna, which attacks people by force-feeding them lasagna and using blunt objects to inflict harm. It is a pataphysical anomaly that manifests when the Garfield media franchise is performing poorly, suggesting it is connected to the narrative's own existence and public perception. ]
[ 10/10/2025 ]
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