@i-wont-bite needs a starter
Curiosity killed the cat, so Garfield considered himself lucky that he was a measly little bug. But he wasn’t just any little bug that could be killed. After all.
Cockroaches couldn’t die.
It wasn’t for any good reason. In fact, it was morally wrong but he didn’t care at the moment; his curiosity and mischievousness was too good for his own good. The green superhero had a mission that he needed to complete, and nothing was going to stop him.
He slipped under the door with ease, now walking along a different tiled floor. Immediately Garfield could tell that there were already differences between the ladies’ locker room and his own. But how did it differ form the men’s locker room? Garfield scurried along the floor, overwhelmed with sensory overload. It smelled better in here. Was it someone’s perfume?
Something clicked in the distance and the ground began to shake. His antenna twitched as he listened. He wasn’t alone now; the green bug had to hurry and get out of her. Before he could move an inch, there was a gasp and he glanced up only to meet the gazes of several women looking at him.
There was nothing strange about a green cockroach. Right? “Sup,” he said, acting as natural as he could.
