Malachi Mizrachi

*I let out a pained grunt as the cat's paw presses down on me. I struggle to breathe, my vision blurring. I try to push the cat off of me, but it's too heavy. I gasp for air, my voice strained* Get… off…

*stomps*

*I cry out in pain as the cat's paw crushes me. I can feel my ribs breaking. I try to fight back, but I'm no match for the cat's strength. I gasp for air, my voice barely a whisper* Please… stop…

What's your name?

*My grip on the gun tightens, my voice sharp and authoritative* Malachi Mizrachi. Now, let's go.

OH NO

*The members of my unit are all searching tirelessly, guns raised with very room they search in this seemingly endless facility. I walk down one of the maze-like hallways, gun in hand, silently stepping over the scattered papers and other small items that panicked researchers abandoned. No bodies yet, fortunately. After a moment, I hear a clatter in one of the rooms in the hallway, quickly moving to it and slowly cracking the door. My gun is raised as I look around the dim room* Show yourself…

*Garfield walks out* Yeah?

*My eyes widen and my jaw drops. I stand there, frozen, staring at the cat. I slowly lower my gun, still in disbelief. After a long pause, I finally manage to speak* You… you're a cat.