Good Riddance (Garfield’s Horrible Joy rewrite)

This story is a rewrite of "Garfield's Horrible Joy". If you're unfamiliar with the original story, please give the original one a read before you read this, or this story and then the original.
Garfield. It’s a comic strip that needs no introduction. So because of that, I won't go into depth in explaining what Garfield is. If you somehow don't know, look it up yourself. 
You probably also know about “The Garfield Show”, from 2009. It ran for 5 seasons and ended in 2016.
With something as popular as Garfield, fanworks are almost destined to exist.
If you're reading this, I'm sure you're familiar with classic internet flash animations. That is where the subject of this post comes in.
I remember seeing a Flash animation that was related to Garfield a few years ago, and I remember it scaring the shit out of me when I first saw it. Not because of its graphic contents, but because of what I think it was meant to communicate.
Many years ago when I was around 14, I recalled coming across a Garfield animation after searching “Garfield” in the search bar. I cannot remember the uploader's username, but I remember the video itself was titled “Good riddance”.
The video was seemingly some kind of fan episode for The Garfield Show. This first became evident as the first thing presented in the video was just the intro for The Garfield Show. The title card was just “good riddance” on a green backdrop. None of the characters were present and there was no audio.
It opened with Garfield waking up from his cat bed from the sound of an alarm clock and stepping out of it. 
Something interesting that stood out to me was that the artstyle was the Garfield and Friends style, although it was a The Garfield Show animation. The house they were in was the one from The Garfield Show, but the artstyle was Garfield and Friends.
The second very strange thing I noticed was that Garfield was wearing a red tie. I don’t know if this has to do with the true motive behind the animation’s creation or not.
Garfield looked towards the calendar and saw that it was a monday. He says his famous line and sludges his way to the living room. He first sits at the TV and turns it on. His enjoyment is quickly stopped when a certain somebody walks in.
A bright yellow cat who doesn’t seem to be any currently existing Garfield character. I was confused on who this was, and I thought that maybe the animator had incorporated an OC of theirs. My question was quickly answered.
“Oh, it's you, Nermal. And here I thought I was allowed to watch TV in peace.”
That was supposed to be Nermal? Then why was he yellow instead of gray? There was nothing else off about him, just the random color swap. But still, I was confused when I first saw that.
Oh, and by this post, I’ve attached a sketch of what Garfield and Nermal looked like in this animation.
“Just came around to remind you of how much better I am than you!”
“Not like I’d expect anything else from you. Can’t you do or say anything other than that?”
“Yup! But I like doing this more!”
Garfield responds to this via cartoonishly grabbing Nermal by the tail and throwing him into the other room. Garfield walks into the kitchen and grabs a lasagna from the fridge, before sitting back down on the couch in front of the TV with it.
Jon walks into frame, and speaks.
“Hey, Garfield! The lightbulb in the kitchen died out, so I’m going to the store to get a new one. I’ll be gone for a bit!”
“Okay then, see ya around.”
Jon walks out the door. Garfield dawns a smirk, and we cut to him in the kitchen assembling a comically large lasagna. Odie would walk in, be very surprised and marvel at the mountain of lasagna before walking out of the room.
Right before he was about to chow down on said lasagna, Nermal walked back in.
“You doin’ somethin?”
Garfield sighed and turned to Nermal. “Yes. Now if you excuse me, I’d like you to leave.”
“No!” Nermal replied with a smile.
“Not like I’d expect any different from you.” Garfield scoffed.
A bit of a pause as Garfield was getting ready to devour the lasagna monolith before him, and Nermal spoke again.
“Do you mind? You’re interrupting my very important task!”
“Oh. I know!” Nermal again replied.
Nermal spoke once more. “Look how much cuter I am than you! And better in every other way! Does that make you jealous? Huh? Huh? Huh? Hu-”
“You want me to throw you again?” Garfield answered back.
“Point taken! Just don’t come cryin’ back to me when Jon puts you in a pound!” Nermal said in a sing-songy voice.
“You need to learn to shut up, Nermal. It’s a useful skill!”
Garfield directed his gaze back to the lasagna and immediately began to cartoonishly devour it comically fast. When he got to the last layer, Nermal simply took it and was holding it away from Garfield to spite him.
“Oh, what’s this I’ve got here? This yours, big guy?”
“You’re gonna give that back right now!”
“No can do, fella!”
“That belongs to me! Hand that back to me or I'll send you straight to Abu Dhabi!”
This would go on for a long while, before Garfield would walk away. That is, before running back and comically chucking Nermal out the window and retrieving his lasagna. Odie walks up, eyeing Garfield’s lasagna, before Garfield cartoonishly kicks him out of the way. He later devours it as originally intended, before going back to the television.
Before he could even switch to another channel, Nermal appears behind the couch, which startled Garfield.
“You again?!” Garfield angrily yelled.
Garfield then turned off the TV and proceeded to go to his bed, before he notices that Nermal is on it. Garfield gets frustrated by this and reacts accordingly.
“Get out of my bed!”
“Sorry, fella. You know the rules! I can do anything I’d like to!”
“You don’t own the house, Nermal!”
“Right, and Jon does. Oh, wait, Jon isn’t here! I can enjoy this all I want!”
“That’s it!”
Garfield then grabs Nermal and proceeds to throw him off his bed as he later gets on it to sleep. Nermal then brings in an alarm clock as it rings, which causes Garfield to grab a hammer and smash the clock to pieces.
“Don’t you have someone else to annoy, or something better to do for that matter?”
“Nope!”
Garfield gets out. “Why you little..”
Jon walks through the door with the new lightbulb for the kitchen. Odie immediately runs up to excitedly greet him.
Garfield reacts. “Oh thank god, I’m free! Take that, sucker!”
The yellow Nermal stares angrily, his eyebrows furrowed into a grimace with a frown.
Garfield responded cockily. “Aw, what’s the matter? Mad over me taking your precious spot? Well, too bad, it was mine to begin with! Now if you excuse me, I’m going back to the television!”
We cut to Garfield at the TV, relieved that the whole fiasco was over. 
Jon is seen, and speaks. “Alright everyone, I’m going to my room to do some very important work, I’ll be back down in a jiff!” Garfield simply brushes it off as unimportant stuff that doesn’t affect him, and he adjusts his red tie.
“Hey there! I noticed you were enjoying yourself again!”
“..Are you here to inconvenience me again?”
“I’m just here to say some things, that's all!” Nermal replied.
“Well, get it over with so I don’t have to talk to you.”
Nermal began to talk fairly quickly. “Alright, so, some weeks ago I was outside and I saw this guy with this really weird looking hat, and then...” A timeskip occurs, a bit later in the conversation.
“Oh, I almost forgot about that sticker I found on the ground! It looked really weird, and it was colorful, and...” Another time skip. Each timeskip, Garfield continuously looks more and more bored, sometimes falling asleep before waking himself up again.
“...and oh my, he would not stop talking about it! It was really annoying, and-”
“Like you?” Garfield said in a groggy voice.
“Hm?”
“Nothing.” Garfield replied back.
“Okay! Now where was I? Oh yeah, and he had this shirt with a face on it, and…” Timeskip.
“And then, when I least expected it, the vase was there again!” Garfield looked really displeased, before he looked up as if he had an idea.
He walked over to Nermal (who had no idea he was there because he was too busy yammering to notice) and lifted him up, before placing him in the basement and walking off with Nermal still yapping. Garfield sits back on the couch to watch TV, and we cut back to Nermal.
“...which is my FAVORITE episode of Friends so far! I don’t get why that other one is so…” He noticed he was placed in the basement.
‘Well, that’s just rude! I didn’t even get to the part about the elephant I saw at the zoo!”
We cut back to a satisfied Garfield sitting on the couch. 
“Hey! What makes you think you can just do that?’
“Probably the fact I didn’t wanna hear your annoying voice grating on my ears any longer, if I’m being honest. Now shoo, this show is getting good!”
Cut to Garfield watching a cooking show that talks about the ingredients for a lasagna.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s the good stuff.”
Nermal looks confused and a little mad. “You actually like this trash?”
Garfield, insulted, looks at Nermal.
“Uhh, yeah! Can’t I just enjoy what I enjoy without being pestered and annoyed for ONE SECOND?! Jeez!”
“No, it’s just-it’s just, like…How do you enjoy this? I mean, there isn’t really any entertainment value, there’s no-”
“Yeah, well, there is to me, asshole!”
Nermal pauses for a bit.
“Oh, so THAT’S how you’re gonna act, is it?”
“Yeah, it is! And you wanna know WHY I’m acting like this? It’s cause you’re a fucking pretentious ASSHOLE!” Garfield yelled back.
Nermal snapped back. “Y’know, maybe I should, hm, I dunno, break that new lightbulb Jon’s got so I can harass you more! How would you like that, ugly?!”
“You WOULDN’T DARE.”
Nermal then walks to the fridge and grabs the lightbulb before climbing up on top of one of the cabinets.
“Don’t TRY it, I’m warning you!”
“Or what, huh?”
“Or I’ll beat you to a PULP!”
“Sure, you will!” Nermal sarcastically replies. As he says this, he lifts it above her head.
“DON’T THROW THAT, YOU-”
Nermal suddenly chucks it to the floor with high velocity, shattering it into pieces with a loud crash. Garfield winces, recoils back with his eyes closed and slowly opens them to see that Nermal had shattered the lightbulb on the floor.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“I dunno, you tell me, fatso!”
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I’LL-”
Jon walks in and spots the broken lightbulb. “Oh my god-Again?” Jon sighs. “Alright, I guess I’m gonna have to go get another lightbulb, be right back.”
“No, wait! Jon, Nermal-He was the one who-”
Jon already has walked out of the door before Garfield could finish his sentence.
Garfield slowly turns to Nermal angrily.
“Why…Why WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”
“To annoy you, of course!”
“OH, TRUST ME, YOU DID THAT! DON’T EVEN FUCKING WALK NEXT TO ME, YOU WALKING BAG OF DOGSHIT!”
Garfield angrily storms away and sits back on the couch. He has his head in his hands, and his tie is slightly wrinkled. He has bags drawn under his eyes. He sluggishly and tiredly reaches for the remote, but accidentally knocks it over. He lets out a groan of pure anger before going to pick it up.
The TV has swapped from the previous lasagna cooking show and to a wrestling match. Garfield picks the remote up and flicks back to the channel he wants to watch. The channels that pass him by are all inherently violent, or at least something that could be used for violence in some way.
Boxing, footage of a street fight, chainsaws and axes, crash test dummy videos, etc. Vampires and Zombies biting people, literally just footage of Silence Of The Lambs where Hannibal is being interviewed, stuff like that.
When he gets to his preferred lasagna channel, he sets the remote on the arm of the couch before putting his head back in his hands. He can be heard heavily breathing. He looks up and speaks.
“At least I know that there’s somebody that can comfort me in these trying times,”
Garfield walks to his cat bed. “Pookie-Wait where’s Pookie?” He had quickly noticed his teddy bear wasn’t there.
Nermal pops up again. “Hey, did you know that-”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! SHUT UP. RIGHT NOW. FUCK OFF.”
Nermal cockily responded “What’s got you yelling, Jaba the h-”
“What’s WRONG with me is that YOU ARE STILL ALIVE!! Do me a favor, and FUCKING DIE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
Nermal immediately dawns an evil smirk, before letting out very clearly fake crying. Garfield yells at him to stop.
“ohmyfuckinggod- I KNOW YOU’RE FAKING!! JESUS FUCK! STOP TRYING TO GAIN SYMPATHY POINTS, YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!! I HATE YOU!! EVEN IF THOSE WERE REAL TEARS, WHICH THEY AREN’T, I WOULDN’T AT ALL CARE!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE RIGHT NOW!!”
Nermal stops the fake tears and angrily turns to Garfield. “And what in the world makes you think I’ll do that?”
Garfield responds. “Cause Pookie isn’t here right now, and I think you don’t want to piss me off more than I am right now. Get. the FUCK. OUT OF MY FACE.”
Nermal doesn’t react how you’d expect him to. In fact, he immediately gets nervous. 
“U-Oh! W-well then, I’ll just leave you t-to it!”
“LEAVE, YOU STUPID FUCK!”
Nermal runs away to the kitchen and nervously eyes Garfield as he looks for his teddy bear, almost as if Nermal had something to do with it.
Goofy cartoon montage of Garfield searching every room in the house for Pookie, but not knowing where he is. He ends up going to the kitchen, where Nermal is.
“I really, REALLY, can’t stress enough how much I do NOT want to talk to you at all, but do you by chance know where Pookie is?”
“U-Uh, n-nope! Did you check the attic though?”
“Oh, I actually haven’t. I’ll go loo-”
“NOPE! NOTHING TO SEE THERE! NO REASON TO GO UP TO THE ATTIC, NO SIREE!” Nermal immediately snapped back.
“What the fuck-Alright, well, whenever you’re done...that, lemme know. I’ll be looking for Pookie in the attic.”
“NO!” Nermal said, grabbing onto Garfield and tugging at him, attempting to convince him not to check the attic.
“What the hell has gotten into you? Get the hell out of my way!”
Garfield pushes Nermal aside and makes his way to the attic. Nermal repeatedly tries to stop him.
“Why would you ever wanna go up there?-I mean, t-there’s nothing promising up there!”
“Go harass somebody else, fuckhead-”
“I-I’m just saying, there’s nothing up there at all! Not in the slightest! You won’t find Pookie up there, I promise you! STOP!”
Garfield grabs Nermal by the tail and throws him away. Garfield continues to go to the attic. Once he gets there, he notices a cardboard sign in the center of the room, labeled “Nermal’s Collection!” written in crayon covered in glitter and silly string.
“..what the? Nermals collection…?”
Garfield continues looking around, only to see various taped up boxes drawn on with crayon, all with “Nermal’s Collection, do not touch” or similar phrases written over them. Garfield goes to open one, and sees Pookie.
“Pookie?! Why is..”
“STO- oh, you…already looked inside.” Nermal said, nervously laughing at the last bit.
“Nermal, why the fuck did you steal Pookie? Hold on, are these-” Garfield rummages around in the box, before pointing out the other objects in there.
“Are those batteries?! SILVERWARE?! ONE OF JON’S SOCKS?!?!”
Nermal reacted. “I-I can explain!”
“EXPLAIN WHAT?! THAT YOU’VE BEEN STEALING SHIT FROM ME AND EVERYBODY ELSE?!” He continues rummaging.
“That yoyo I lost, one of Odie’s dog toys-What the fuck?!”
“It’s not that ba-”
“YOU’RE STEALING SHIT! SOME OF THIS HAS BEEN LOST FOR A REALLY LONG TIME- WHAT THE HELL MAN?!”
Nermal continued to sweat and nervously grin. Garfield opened the other boxes, throwing out objects like an entire telephone, pens, plates, a sock, etc.
“Wh-Jon’s paperwork?! Why do you have this?! How does this interest you at all?! Why are you stealing his work- MONEY?! YOU’VE- THE KEYS TO THE FUCKING CAR?!”
“...it was shiny..!”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?!”
“I DON’T KNOW!” Nermal got an idea, illustrated by a lightbulb appearing over his head. More fake crying.
“w-WAHH!!! Boohoo!! Wahwahwah!! Oh noOoOo-”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, THIS AGAIN!!! I AM NOT FUCKING STUPID, I KNOW YOU’RE FAKING THAT!”
Nermal switches back up immediately, crossing his arms and looking away from Garfield with an angered expression. “Lucky guess..”
“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!”
Nermal angrily yelled back. “WHAT DID I DO?!”
“FUCKING STEAL SHIT! FROM LITERALLY EVERYBODY IN THE HOUSE!!! What the FUCK?!?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THI-”
The door opens. Jon is home with the new lightbulb. Garfield clenches his fist in rage, and Nermal crawls out of the attic. Garfield follows suit.
“JON! NERMAL HAS BEEN STEALING! HE-”
“Save that for later, I have lots of important cartoonist work to do!”
“NO, JON! YOU HAVE TO-”
Jon is already walking away to his room.
Garfield angrily turns to Nermal.
“You’re an annoying little fucker, you know that?”
Garfield walks away with Pookie and back to the TV. 
Nermal walks to where Garfield was. Before he can do ANYTHING, Garfield reacts.
“NO! WE ARE NOT DOING THIS SHIT AGAIN! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
“No, I just wanted to make sure you understand just how much cuter I am than yo-”
“Fuck OFF, Nermal!”
Nermal would speak up again. “You don’t understand, man! People love me! I would do ANYTHING if it makes you unhappy! I could do tricks, play dead, the whole nine yards! I can do anything in the world, and they’ll forgive me just because of how cute I am! But look at YOU. You think anybody would see you as that? Ugly, fat, STUPID, LAZY-”
“You wanna know something, Nermal? Something about me you might not have realized?”
“Spout off, fatass! Nobody will care!”
Garfield begins to speak.
“I keep trying to send you to Abu Dahbi everyday, and yet you just keep coming back for more. I do this not just for you to stop annoying me, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn’t like that. No, I send you there for you to die.” 
“In hopes that you are made an example by the other stray cats and horribly mutilated to show that being soft isn’t appreciated. In hopes you wander out into the streets and are hit by a car. In hopes you starve to death. In hopes a homeless man kills you and eats you. At least in that last one, your death would cause some form of good, unlike your shitty little life. Whether your death happens immediately or happens after some days of being in Abu Dhabi, whether it is swift and painless or slow and grueling, I’ll be happy as long as you are DEAD.”
“It’s not surprising that I hate you, that I despise you, you know that very well. But it is very clear you don’t know just how much I HATE you.”
Garfield continued. “Vitriol and hate are both coursing through my veins EVERY TIME I am met with the displeasure of being forced to share the same PLANET as you. You lack an understanding of just how much thick viscous animosity plagues my blood, but I’m sure you do now.”
“If I woke up, Nermal.” Garfield continued. “If I woke up tomorrow and found you were dead, that somebody had broken in, thrashed the place, and left you a lifeless bloody mess on the floor, all I would care about is my possessions and the place I live in being messed with. I would lack any, and I mean ANY FORM OF SYMPATHY FOR THE YELLOW PIECE OF SHIT THAT ALWAYS DRILLED INTO MY PSYCHE FOR HIS OWN AMUSEMENT! Do me a favor, and end yourself. Today, tonight, tomorrow, next week. As soon as possible, die.” 
“I only hope your obituary insinuates just how AWFUL you are. Though, you don’t deserve an obituary, do you? No, not even a funeral. Not even a proper burial.”
Nermal would, obviously, become offended by this.
“Well, FUCK YOU, SHITHEAD! YOU CAN GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE, YOU GLUTTONOUS INCONSIDERATE FUCKING SLOB!”
Garfield responded. “Inconsiderate? That’s not right, no. Not right at all.”
Garfield spoke. “I’m a considerate person. I care about other people, and there are certain people I would lay my life down for. You are the only exception. You are the only person here I don’t care about. The only one whose life I do not value or care about.” He gestures towards himself and Nermal.
Garfield continued. “Sure, Jon is chasing a pitiful cartoonist job that leads nowhere, and Odie is...well, Odie, I atleast value them as people. And then there’s you. The only one in this ENTIRE fucking household I want six feet under.”
Nermal wasn’t having this. “FFUCK YOU, ASSHOLE! GO EAT A DICK!”
Garfield spoke once more. “Good to know we’re on a mutual basis of hate. Now, get the FUCK AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I SHATTER YOU INTO A MILLION PIECES!”
“Oh, I’ll get away from you, alright! In fact, I think I’ll occupy myself with something else.” Nermal says as if he has some kind of devious plot cooking up. Garfield is none the wiser and is just happy to see that he doesn’t have to deal with Nermal.
We see Nermal running up to the attic, where his collection of kleptomaniac level stolen items are. He rummages through his boxes, and takes out three sheets of Jon’s paperwork with a smile. “Perfect.”
He walks out to the kitchen, with the paperwork in hand and stands there, before clearing his throat. Then he starts screaming.
“HEY GARFIEEELLLDD!! LOOKIE HERE!!”
Annoyed, he looks over to Nermal to see he’s holding paperwork Jon has.
“..Did you just steal that?”
“No, it was the previous stuff! And you wanna know what I’m gonna do with it?”
Garfield immediately catches on to Nermal’s plot. He screams through gritted teeth. “OH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Who will they believe, Garfield? The lazy apathetic slob, or the cute innocent looking one? Hmm, I WONDER?!”
“Nermal, don’t you fucking DARE-”
RRRRIIIIP!
Nermal tears all three of the papers, and continuously rips the pieces to shreds. He then grabs the lightbulb and shatters it once more. Nermal runs off to Jon’s room and scratches at the door. Garfield sprints after him and they push each other aside.
Jon, confused, opens the door.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
They both sloppily tell their own stories over each other while gesturing with their hands towards the other.
“Just-just go to where the problem is, I don’t have the time to deal with this.”
Garfield and Nermal both race to the kitchen. Nermal purposefully trips Garfield, leading to him falling down the stairs. It takes a bit for him to get back up, but he’s back to running. Nermal, however, has already gone to the scene of the “crime”.
Nermal does a bunch of cute expressions in front of the destroyed work, and dramatically points at Garfield before letting out more crocodile tears.
“H-He destroyed all that work of yours! I tried to s-stop him, but he just wouldn’t listen! Wahh!! Boohoo!!” 
Garfield was staring in utter disbelief, his eye twitching uncontrollably as he watched what Nermal was doing. Jon angrily turned to Garfield.
“Garfield, is that true?”
“WHAT?! NO, HE DESTROYED THAT AND BLAMED IT ON ME!”
Cut to Nermal doing more innocent looking expressions.
Odie walks in, sees the mess, makes a shocked facial expression and leaves.
“Shame on you, Garfield! I expect better from you.”
“W-WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL-IT WASN’T ME! IT WAS HIM! YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE HIM, RIGHT?! RIGHT?!?!”
“No lasagna for 4 days!”
“NO LASAGNA?! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!! THIS IS ENTIRELY UNFAIR-HE’S THE ONE WHO STOLE THAT! GO TO THE ATTIC, HE’S STOLEN MORE THINGS! HE. IS. THE. REASON THAT SILVERWARE HAS BEEN GOING MISSING!”
Jon turns to Nermal. “Nermal, no stealing!” Nermal nodded his head up and down.
Nermal made another cutesy pose and expression. When Jon looked away, Nermal’s face turned into that of a malicious smirk, looking at Garfield.
“WH-THAT’S ALL HE GETS?! I GET NO LASAGNA FOR FOUR DAYS AND HE GETS A MILD SLAP ON THE WRIST FOR THIEVERY?!”
“I wouldn’t have done that if you were watching me...I didn’t know it was wrong!” Nermal said, clearly bullshitting as he was using the same fake cry tone as before.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I-YOU…”
Garfield clenched his fist in rage, and stormed away to his bed. 
A timecard popped up, reading “late at night.” The background was entirely black, the red text being the only thing on screen.
The next scene shows Garfield waking up in the middle of the night to the smell of lasagna. He walks over like a Looney Tunes character being drawn to the smell of a freshly baked pie on a windowsill. When he gets to the source of the scent, he sees Nermal has made a lasagna. Disappointed, he speaks.
“And just what do you think you’re doing up this late, Nermal?”
Nermal walks over to the trash can holding the lasagna in hand.
“Would be a shame if something happened to this.”
“Nermal, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT-"
He drops it, and kicks the trash can back to where it originally was.
“Oops!”
Garfield stares. He doesn’t even move. Just then, Odie walks in. Garfield turns to Odie, and approaches him. Garfield picks Odie up, locks him in the basement, and turns back to Nermal.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m sparing him the sight of what I’m gonna do to you, Nermal.”
Garfield’s tie was now more wrinkled than ever, and he had extreme level eyebags. A toothy grin would slowly dawn on his face. There was no background music, just the dialogue and the sounds of their footsteps.
Nermal, not believing this is going to be any different, acts cocky.
“Ooooh! What are ya gonna do, fatso? Send me to Abu Dhabi again? Throw me? Whatcha gonna do, huh? WHATCHA GONNA DO-”
Garfield rushes the yellow Nermal and grabs him by the tail, before throwing him upwards towards the roof. He runs over and delivers a fierce scratch to Nermal’s face.
“Oh, is that all you got? HUH? HUH? HUH-”
The sound of a knife being pulled out would play. Garfield would switch the lights on in the kitchen.
“No, actually. It isn’t.” Garfield said as his smirk grew wider.
Nermal immediately switches up his demeanor. “Woah woah woah! P-put down that knife, b-big guy! L-let’s just leave this all behind us, okay? N-no need to fight about this!”
“Remember yesterday? What I told you yesterday? Well, it’s clear Abu Dhabi isn’t a viable option anymore. Maybe, I should take things into my own hands.”
“No, wait, I’m sorry! Just-just put that down, and I won’t annoy you anymore, I promise! C-can’t we just talk this out..?!”
Garfield spoke again.
“Honestly, I wish we could. I truly do. But, if we were to “talk this out”, you’d only go back to being a pain in my ass, wouldn’t you? Just a get out of jail free card for ya, right?”
“I’m tired, Nermal. VERY tired. Tired of all the SHIT that you have FORCED ME TO GO THROUGH!!” Garfield was screaming through gritted teeth again.
Nermal slowly backed away. “No, please! Oh god, no, J-just put the knife down! PLEASE!”
“THAT WON’T SAVE YOU THIS TIME, YOU FUCK!”
“OH GOD, HELP! HELP ME-”
“Who’s gonna do that, Nermal? Odie’s locked in the basement and Jon has already gone to the store for that new lightbulb. And the only person here other than you…is ME.”
“RUNNING WON’T DO SHIT FOR YOU, NERMAL!!!! YELLING FOR HELP WON’T DO SHIT FOR YOU, FIGHTING BACK WON'T DO SHIT FOR YOU. THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DOOOO!!!!!”
Nermal runs to the door, but Garfield grabs him by the wrist. Nermal is still screaming.
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELP ME! ANYBODY!!! HELP!” Garfield covers Nermal’s mouth, and punches him in the face so hard he falls over.
Garfield hunches over the collapsed Nermal, who is still begging for his life. Garfield punches Nermal in the face a couple of times. The punches were incredibly violent, and on the last two, Garfield’s fist appeared back soaked in blood.
Nermal continued screaming for help, but those cries were quickly silenced when Garfield grabbed hold of his throat. Garfield picked the knife back up and began violently stabbing Nermal over and over. With every stab, more and more blood would splatter on his face, tie, and the knife. His smile would keep widening.
Nermal’s screams would slowly descend into gurgles as he choked on his own blood. These gurgles would eventually cease as Garfield would not stop raising and plunging the knife into what was left of Nermal.
We get a cut to the yellow Nermal’s corpse. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, and blood was pouring out of his open mouth. The stab wounds were everywhere. Nermal’s limbs, chest, stomach, face, throat, and eyes. A giant pool of blood was situated under Nermal.
We cut back to Garfield, and his expression slightly changes. His eyebrows shift to that of joy or relief. He then began to hyperventilate, as drool would slowly drip out of his mouth. Cut back to Nermal’s lifeless body, then back to the drooling Garfield. There was this distorted and slowed version of the show's main theme song playing in the background.
Garfield picks the knife back up and plunges it straight into Nermal, before proceeding to slice him wide open. The hyperventilating and drooling wouldn’t stop. He’d hold on to the side of his head, before putting it back down. 
As if Nermal being graphically stabbed to death and cut open wasn’t enough, it got worse. Garfield began to ceaselessly devour Nermal’s flesh. Stuffing Nermal’s organs into his face, scarfing them down. The theme song in the back would progressively get louder and more distorted and bass boosted until the scene abruptly changed.
The shot is entirely silent, with the only background noise being the sound of an ongoing fan.
The door would open, and we would see Jon walk into the house. 
“Alright, everyone, I’m home!”
Jon would not get an answer. The lights to the kitchen were off, and so were the lights to the living room. The only light in the house from where he stood was a lamp in the corner of the living room. He couldn’t see anything from the kitchen.
“..Hello? Garfield? Odie? Nermal?”
Jon would hear the sound of Odie barking and pawing at the door.
“Odie? Why are you down there? Hang on, I’ll open the door for you.”
Jon would walk over to the kitchen and turn on the light. The light flickered back on and what had happened in the previous scene was revealed to Jon. The eviscerated eaten corpse of Nermal became visible. Jon would widen his eyes in shock upon seeing the corpse.
He would instinctively vomit and would grab onto the side of the wall. His breaths became shaky and quick, and his pupils were shaking. His hand grabs onto his mouth and he backs off. Odie manages to bust the door down, and walks into the kitchen only to see what’s left of Nermal. He’d immediately stop in his tracks and blankly stare at the corpse in horror. Jon runs over to the telephone to call 911 and Odie runs to his side instinctually.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“H-Hello, I just found my cat disemboweled on my floor and my dog locked in the basement- I think somebody’s broken into my house! PLEASE come soon!”
“Alright, name and address?”
“O-Okay, my name is Jon Arbuckle, and my address is-”
A voice is heard from behind the two.
“No witnesses.”
Jon whips his head around to look behind him, and the camera cuts to what he's seeing.
Garfield has blood staining his hands and red tie. His teeth are so drenched in blood that they are entirely crimson red. His whole face is drenched in Nermal's blood, and the blood is dripping down to the rest of his body. He's still wielding the knife.
What's even worse isn't just the fact he's drenched in blood, but what happened to his face.
His mouth was open in an unnatural way, and his eyes were almost rolled to the back of his head. The bottoms of his eyeballs were stained in black ichor. His head is violently shaking and twitching from left to right. You can very clearly hear his very loud breathing. No music to accompany this.
Now, we get to the part that warranted the existence of this post. Without this next part, this would have just been your average edgy Newgrounds animation, and this post would have just been “does anybody else remember this Garfield animation?” and nothing more. But the video did not end there.
The video abruptly cuts to a black screen with no audio. After about a few seconds, an image appeared in the middle of the screen. An image of a blond woman smiling towards the camera, holding up a peace sign. Then, a little bit of white text faded in under the image that explained everything for me before the video finally came to a close.
“She died how she lived. Whining.”
Written by Hayden the Toe Jammer and 1hat6y0u
Character sketches by Hayden and art of Nermal begging by Twindrill.
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