Betrayal: Muffin's Story

9 years ago, in the state of Washington, it all started with a lonesome 9-year-old boy named Joe. His family was quite poor, thanks to his mother spending all their money on alcohol. Joe's father was much too scared to stop her or even leave, because she would have anger outbursts due to being constantly drunk. It got so bad to the point where Joe's mother eventually passed from alcohol poisoning. Joe loved his mother with all his heart, and so did his 2-year-old sister, Erika. Joe decided that the only way to make himself feel better was to create a friend he could play with. Thus, an Imaginary friend named Muffin was created. She was given the name due to her love for sweets. She's 2 feet tall and is white with gold markings. She was based off an alley cat, but she could walk on two legs as well as all four. At first, Joe was kind and loving towards Muffin. However, his mother's actions influenced him to the point where he would do what he saw his mother do to his father. He would yell constantly, act violent and obsessive. He would even bully his sister and rebel against his dad. Muffin's heart was broken.

"Whatever happened to the kind little boy I once knew?" She would think.

Erika would play with Muffin sometimes, but Joe would constantly hog Muffin to himself, treating her like a toy. Because they had no money, Joe's father couldn't afford to send Joe to anger management. Joe's violent behavior continued until he was 18, and was kicked out of the house along with Muffin. Joe's father and Erika couldn't deal with his behavior any longer. Joe and Muffin were then forced to move. Joe did manage to get a job as a waiter, so he could pay for their new house. (Which was very old and filthy.) Once they moved, there was once a time when Muffin tried to escape out an open window. Joe unfortunately heard and stopped her. To prevent her from escaping again, her tail was docked and her claws were taken away. She could now no longer fight back and was much too scared to try and escape again. Months passed, and Joe still hasn't learned the error of his ways. Muffin's every move was monitored ever since the night she tried to escape. She was fed less if she ever talked back. Muffin couldn't take much more of it. Something must be done….

Joe came home one day after being gone all night. Muffin woke up, quite angered to see him.

"Where were you?!" She hissed

"Just at a party." He said

Muffin padded up to him and sniffed him.

"You stink…" Muffin pulled away from the stench.

"You've been drinking, haven't you?!"

"Big Whoop, everyone at the party was drinking" Joe scoffed.

"You're 18!" Muffin growled.

"I don't know where you got the idea that you can do whatever you want all the time, without thinking of anyone else!"

Joe's eyes narrowed.

"Do you want food or not?"

Muffin wanted food, but was just so full of anger.

"I've had it with you! The only reason you've kept me all these years was to take out your emotions on me! What have I ever done to deserve any of this?"

"You know what? I can safely say you are the most selfish human being I've ever met in my entire life!"

"SHUT UP!" Joe slapped Muffin across the face.

Muffin slumped to the ground with a bloody nose.

"You can say goodbye to your breakfast." Joe said angrily.

Muffin's eyes filled with tears.

"You were once a kind, caring little boy." Muffin sobbed "What caused it to change?"

"I grew up." Joe said back.

"So did your sister, but she was much nicer than you'll ever be. I wish she was my creator instead you pig!"

Muffin's ears were flat against her head and her fur was bristled. Joe suddenly turned red and walked towards Muffin. Muffin knew she was in trouble.

A few yards away, in a large, grassy field, a young boy named Mac and his imaginary friend Bloo were playing football with their friends.

"You ever wonder what could be inside that house?" Asked Mac.

"It looks like it could be condemned."

"Like your apartment!" Bloo said with a smirk.

"Shut up!" Mac nudged Bloo playfully.

They then heard a screech. It was coming from the "condemned" house.

"What was that?!" Bloo asked.

"Could someone be in there?"

"I don't know Bloo." Mac said.

"You really think people would be living in a house in that condition?"

"Who knows?" Bloo said.

"Let's just go check it out."

"Hey! We're still playing! Where are you two going?" Wilt asked.

"We're just going to go check out that creepy-looking house." Bloo said.

"I thought I heard someone scream."

"You sure?" Asked Wilt.

"Should I get help?"

"We don't know for sure if someone's in trouble, we're just going to go check, but I'm pretty sure Bloo was just hearing things." Mac said.

"I was not!" Bloo retorted.

The two then walked across the grassy plain until they reached the "creepy" house.

"Sheesh, this place looks so worn down…" Bloo said.

"There are even boards covering up the windows for some reason…." Mac said.

"Shhhh!"

"What?"

"I hear a voice!" Bloo whispered.

"Come on! I didn't hit you that hard! Get up!"

Bloo peaked through the boards covering the windows to see a white, cat-like imaginary friend laying on the floor, unconscious. Bloo's skin turned pale, he'd never seen anything quite as horrifying as this. Her nose was bleeding, she had a gash on her face and had an incredibly swollen eye.

"Get help…." Bloo started to panic.

"What?" Mac seemed confused.

"NOW!"

Mac then dashed over to the field.

"I think Bloo found someone in there, get help now!"

"You sure he's being serious?" Wilt asked.

"Si, he loves to play tricks." Eduardo added.

"I've never seen him so scared in my life, I think he's being serious for once." Mac said.

"Now get help!"

Back at Joe's home, Muffin still was still laying there.

"Dammit Muffin! Wake up!" Joe yelled.

He then started to panic, and hid Muffin in his bed so no one would see, but it was too late. It wasn't long before a cop car showed up, along with two others. Joe saw the lights through the window.

"Aw crap…" He said under his breath.

The cops knocked on the door.

"Open up! We know you're in there!" Said an officer.

Joe hesitantly opened up the door.

"What can I do for you officer?" Joe asked.

"We received a complaint that you were harming someone." Said the officer.

"I wasn't, she just fell down the stairs, she's somewhat hurt but it's not serious. She'll be fine."

"Then you wouldn't mind if we came in to see her?"

"SHE'S FINE!" Joe snapped.

The officers shoved Joe out of the way and went to look for Muffin.

"Hey! This is my home! Get out!" Joe yelled.

Until one officer found Muffin in a bed, unconscious.

"She needs medical attention." An officer said.

"This doesn't look like an accident." Another added.

"It looks like she's been beaten."

Joe had an unnerved look on his face, he knew there was no way to hide what he had done. The officers then searched Joe's home for possible weapons or drugs, and found leftover beer that he didn't drink at the party he was at. He'd saved it for later.

"We're going to have to take you in sir." An officer said.

"Wait, what!?" Joe said astonished.

"It's clear that this imaginary friend has been beaten, and there is strong evidence that it must've been you. Not only that, but you are underaged and drinking alcohol. You must be at least 21 years of age in order to drink." The officer said, and hand-cuffed Joe.

Joe screamed and cursed at the cops, trying his best to resist, but couldn't.

"You have the right to remain silent." The cop said calmly.

An ambulance came and took Muffin to the hospital. Everyone at Foster's was alerted about the news and went over to the hospital to show their support for the wounded imaginary friend. Everyone waited patiently in the waiting room for a report on how Muffin was doing.