u/Muchacho1994

Hidden on a shelf
Is an album full
Of pictures of a friend
Some of those memories
May seem quite mundane
But even they linger
In your brain

You cared and shared
Everywhere
Through thick and thin, you two
Made quite the pair
There were times,
Of course, when you would fight or spat or glare
And now you're alone and scared
(chorus left unresolved)

Sometimes you may feel
You need shelter from
A rainstorm in your life
Yet though it's soggy
It still waters your lawn
But then you blink
And now it's gone

You cared and shared
Everywhere
Through thick and thin, you two
Made quite the pair
And you wish
You both had just one minute left to spend
60 seconds to be friends
(chorus left unresolved again)

(This is where a bridge would go if I had one finalized. In my head, the lyrics here hammer home how the friend in your life is gone. However, they also attempt to be optimistic, albeit not very convincingly, making them feel all the more gut-wrenching. The chord progression is loose and disorienting. This is the part of the song that haunts you at random parts of your day and leaves you lying awake in bed crying your eyes out at 4 in the morning. I don't believe I'm capable of penning that level of nuance, but the bridge does end with a call to action which leads into the final verse.)

In the heart of fall
When the days are short
And when long is the night
It is not time
To sit alone and despair
Gather with ones
You love and care

Care and share
Care and share
With everyone you know
That you revere
Though your friend
May not come back, their spirit, it must live
You've still a life of love to give
(chorus still unresolved)

Care and share
Don't despair
Your parents or your friends
Anyone dear
Care and share
The time is now to make peace and forgive
Care and share
Care and share
(chorus almost resolves)

You know deep down
The one you've lost would ask for nothing more

Care and share
Care and share
Care and share
Care and share
(chorus resolves to tonic, as in the original)

WEEKDAY
Panel 1:
(Garfield stares at Odie. His eyes are crossed, his tail is wagging, and his drool is pooling on the floor.)
GARFIELD: Odie, it's a minor miracle you even remember to breathe.
Panel 2:
(Garfield walks away. Odie still has the same expression and the drool puddle is slightly bigger.)
GARFIELD: Because there's not a single thought behind those eyes.
Panel 3:
(Garfield is gone. Odie still has the same expression and the drool puddle is slightly bigger. He produces a thought bubble, within which a crude stick figure version of himself kicks a stick figure version of Garfield off a table.)

SUNDAYS
Panel 1: (throwaway)
(Garfield and Odie approach a street corner.)
Panel 2:
(The crosswalk signal changes to WALK.)
SFX: DING!
Panel 3:
(Odie looks both ways as Garfield steps into the crosswalk.)
Panel 4:
(Garfield, in the middle of the intersection, stops and turns around to respond to something.)
ODIE, off-panel: Ahem!
Panel 5:
(Odie, still on the corner, taps his foot with a stern expression as Garfield, sagging slightly, walks toward him.)
GARFIELD: Sigh.
Panel 6:
(Garfield, now back on the sidewalk, looks both ways. Odie nods approvingly.)
Panel 7:
(Garfield and Odie cross the street together, the latter with a satisfied smile.)
GARFIELD, aside: I'm starting to think it's possible to teach someone something too well.

Panel 1: (throwaway)
(Garfield, Jon, and Odie sit in a pizza parlor. Jon mulls over a menu.)
JON: Hmm...
Panel 2: JON: I'll think we'll get two 12-inch pizzas instead of one 18-inch. We'll have a little more that way.
Panel 3:
(Garfield tugs on Jon's shirt.)
GARFIELD: Jon, no! That's less pizza! Don't you know πr^2?
Panel 4:
(Odie shakes his head at Garfield. Jon, unable to understand Garfield, has returned his attention to the menu.)
Panel 5:
(Odie climbs onto the table and pulls a pizza pan, part of a display illustrating the different pizza sizes for sale, off the wall. Garfield watches.)
Panel 6:
(He shows the pan to Garfield, tracing its outline with his finger. Pie are not square. Pie are circle. Garfield is unamused.)
Panel 7:
(Odie smiles at Garfield, pleased to have "outsmarted" him despite having not learned geometry. Jon continues to peruse the menu. Garfield asides.)
GARFIELD: I'm starving half to death, and I'm surrounded by know-it-alls.

So the place where I work apparently isn't washing their mop heads. I constantly find myself having to replace the water in the bucket/wringer because the mops are so filthy they turn clear water brown in just one dip. Even if the water is clean, the mops aren't, and I hate having to clean the floors with them.

I've brought this up a couple of times. One manager said we are supposed to wash the mop heads, but as there's no way to really wash the mop heads (there's a hose in the back to fill the buckets and that's about it), I believe she may be bluffing to save face. Another person told me our standard protocol is to use the mop heads repeatedly until they're worn out, after which we toss them and order new ones. There's occasionally a small voice in my head telling me I should take all the heads off the mops, bring them home to wash them, and return them nice and clean first thing in the morning. But I know I can't do that.

Is this as big of a deal as I feel like it is, or is it ultimately a big nothingburger? I am diagnosed with OCD and I'm wondering if it's just that. Still, my gut feeling about the situation is hard to ignore.

It was on Fanfiction.net until fairly recently. I went to go check it out again and I couldn't find it. I don't remember the title, but I recall some of the plot beats.

Blue, who has dialogue in this, is jealous of Steve for stealing her limelight or something and smothers him in his sleep with a pillow. The text mentions he wakes up at some point during this, but is too weak from oxygen deprivation to push Blue off him.

After Steve dies, Blue tells the rest of the household the following morning and plays dumb as to why he is no longer with them. Blue feels conflicted about her murder of Steve, but becomes possessed, I think, with possibly a demonic entity. Blue dubs this new entity "Red" and it eventually envelops her entire psyche, essentially "smothering" the Blue everyone knows and loves and who struggles to resurface throughout the rest of the story. Blue, under Red's control, makes quick work of terrorizing the rest of the Blue's Clues House.

The story ends with Blue in prison, being visited by Magenta, who has hooked up with Periwinkle and is pregnant with their first child. (I have no idea regarding that, either.)

Believe it or not, I'm pretty sure this was intended to be a serious fic. I'm not saying it's on par with any real literary works, but it had too many chapters, in my opinion, to be a simple troll effort.