User blog:Garr9988/Scary Meal Time!

Hey, guys! I decided to post my fanfic story here, after seeing Wiles and Affectos do the same. Prof. Draco, I hope you're happy with how I write your character, and as neither Felix nor any other characters belong to me except Garrett, I gladly welcome and encourage any and all criticism.

Chapter 1
"Hmm..." Garrett hummed, wondering what to eat this morning. Last night's artifact retrieval of yet another group of Tulpa-based artifacts was a doozy, and left him tired and hungry. Even though he thought that he had an iron stomach when it comes to gore, he had to admit that he 'needed all the mental bleach' after that incident with the rabbit.

"Hey, kid." Felix Draco, an admittedly attractive twenty-something man with a fondness for cats, entered the B&B kitchen.

"Hi, Felix," Garrett absent-mindedly acknowledged the senior agent, his eyes still scanning the pantry for something remotely edible and still considreable for breakfast. ''Darn it, Pete. Stop hoggin' the poptarts!'' "Sleep well?"

Felix snorted, then scratched himself, stretched and yawned, a glint of a sharpened tooth or two glinting in the sunlight emerging from the nearby window. "As well as anyone can sleep after seeing someone's dog eaten alive by demon lagomorphs." His face contorted in disgust at the memory.

"Yeah, me too." Sighing in defeat, Garrett closed the pantry door and turned away, pausing a moment as Felix bent over to take something out of the fridge. "Maybe I should've taken that case with Megan instead, after all. I can handle a walking Mickey suit."

Felix, who finally found what he was looking for, emerged from the fridge and, turning around, closed it with his foot. "Hey, I gotta get to the Warehouse. With Aden on a day off, I have to take his load... er, uh, I mean take care of his work. I ordered somethin' in the mail, could'ya get it for me when it arrives?"

"Sure. Don't get blown up." Garrett said, trying his best to sound like he was simply among friends rather than other adults, but his vocabulary, social-wise, was a bit on the challenged side.

Soon, Felix headed put the door, and Garrett could hear his car start up and head out towards the Warehouse, and everything was silent save for the faint beat of music coming from upstairs''. Maybe Nikki stole some donuts.''

'Ding-Dong!' the doorbell chimed. Running to the door, he saw a UPS truck pull away, disappearing into the horizon. Picking up the box, he saw it was about the size of a small poster board. He closed the door behind him and brought it to the kitchen. He rumaged through countless drawers before finally finding scissors to cut the box open.

After several frustrating minutes of battling tape that he swore was worse than the Sticky String, he finally released the box from its adhesive prison. He pulled open the box, and found, layered in bubblewrap, was a metal muffin tin. "Felix bakes?" Garrett muttered to himself. He picked it up to take it to the washing machine. He didn't notice the waves of pink energy flowing into his arms.

Chapter 2
Felix dropped the leftovers from the B&B kitchen onto his desk and sat down. He turned on some dubstep to help wake himself up. Rubbing his temples, he pulled out Jimi Hendrix's Bong from its hiding place within his office.

Soon his vision of the office was replaced by that of kaleidoscopic colors and patterns and fantastic visions. He could feel himself getting stronger as he was microscopically pulled together. Sights, sounds, smells, all his senses were colliding beautifully in a collage of LSD. Soon, his vision returned to normal, and he saw he had revealed his beastial form in his haze. Recomposing himself, he put the artifact down onto the floor.

He pulled the leftovers from his bag: lasagna, his favorite snack. Sure, he liked it, but crack one Garfield joke, and get ready to have your eyes scratched out.

"Mew." Shodi called, jumping from a shelf near the ceiling onto Felix's desk, and began rubbing his head on Felix's hand, purring.

"Hey, little guy," Felix smiled. Shodi was his favorite Warehouse pet... come to think of it, wasn't Shodi the only Warehouse pet? Azletar is practically an Agent, and Felix doubted anyone would consider Old Bone a pet. He scratched behind the Aegean cat's ears, his favorite spot. "how're ya doin'?

"Mrow." Shodi replied. Felix recognized his body language as a sign that he had an uncomfortable feeling in his tailside, and Felix had a feeling it had something to do with livestock and wasps.

Their was a clunk behind Felix, and, swerving around in his chair, saw that he had received a pneumatic tube message. Getting up, he opened the tube.

"Drakey," Claudia's cheeky voice emenated from the device. "get your furry backside to Artie's office. He says there's a possible ping."

Felix groaned. ''Aden's got the day off, why not call him? ''He put the tube back, its internal sound chamber now void. Menally kicking himself for not pushing for his own day off, Felix opened his office door, allowing Shodi out first.

He passed shelf after shelf, aoccasionally admiring his retreival rate, when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and fell down, unconscious.