Subplot 3: The Sudden Onset of Existential Dread

It started with the cat's disappearance. Just a normal day, I was working on my latest masterpiece, when I realized Whiskers, the cat, was nowhere to be found. At first, I thought she just got lost in the garden or was hiding from my in-laws, but as the hours ticked by, I began to feel a creeping sense of unease. I started to wonder if I had somehow caused the cat's demise.

As I frantically searched the house, I stumbled upon a cryptic message on the fridge, scrawled in what I can only assume was Whiskers' handwriting: "They're coming for us." Could it be true?

Now, I'm not one for the dramatic, but I've always felt a sense of impending doom. I may have even started a doomsday bunker, just in case.

But little do I know, the real horror is yet to come. Stay tuned for the next installment of Subplots to find out what's lurking in the shadows.