The air felt cold, something striking him as...off. From the vast emptiness, surrounding him yet far beyond his grasp, something was beginning to emerge. From within the depths of the abyss, an ancient being arose, willing itself out of its sleep to make due with its plan. The energy could be felt from even beyond your universes reach, yet still, you could feel it, something far beyond your comprehension. It only took the man a few moments to realize what was going on.
The universe was torn open, a small hole opened from another dimension all together. Standing before you was a white glowing portal, a tear in the fabric of reality. Nothing could be seen from within, though something immense radiated from inside, the energy coming from this strange, open wound in the universe. Emerging, from the tear in space-time, was a being of unimaginable power, something outside of your normal understanding of the universe.
The ancient deity arose, it's face that of both vast boredom and yet endless anger, an ocean of light flowing behind it as it entered the new reality. His face twitched, whiskers fluttering at the brand-new scent. Vast planets and solar systems were within its smell, every dish of food from here to next light year filling his nostrils. He gazed across stars and planets, but most importantly, down across the vast kitchen in front of him.
A single figure stood before the creature, the being of vast strength. He could feel the sheer weight of him from yards away, despite his figure being so small. Yes, although he didn’t look it, he was far heavier than the very planet they stood on, much more so than the sun itself. Through their own physics, he would collapse in on himself into a black hole, but this creature did not obey typical physics. The sacred human stood across the long room, pots and pans littering the sides. It was a mess, a chaotic mess, though the human knew what he was doing, for he had vanquished this beast before.
The scent of Lasagna filled the room, plates and pencils floating up, pots and pans rising towards the rift. They were all meaningless to him, nothing more than objects of mild inconvenience to him. He needed not utensils nor plates to have his dish, though they made for wonderful methods of “playing” with his owner.
He had devised the ultimate plan, you see. A simple method of ensuring no one would ever suffer on this horrible day again. The rift behind him crackled, the fabric stretching around, bending reality as it touched the outer edges together, forming somewhat of a blanket around the center. Light shot out from above and below, the sleeve tying itself tighter and tighter, before evaporating, the rift now a burning beam of pure light, a scar across space.
Jon approached Garfield, a look of complete disappointment and anger on his face.
“Garfield, you can’t destroy Monday! Tuesday will just take its place!”
“Then I’ll destroy all days Jon, starting with you! Now show me what you’re made of!”
