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Cthylla the Squid Monster
Cthylla the Squid Monster
Cthulhu
Legacy Name: Cthulhu
The Sweetheart Aeanoid
Owner: Strength
Age: 16 years, 2 months, 2 weeks
Born: February 17th, 2008
Adopted: 16 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: February 17th, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 15
- Defense: 18
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 5
- Books Read: 5
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"Oh, how cute!" you cry the moment your eyes lock with the most endearing creature you'd ever seen. Pink with eager teal eyes, a small tentacled critter wriggles towards you, its appendages swaying to a cheerful rhythm. It wants to be friends, you think as you tenderly reach out your hand to brush your fingers over the single tentacle being waved at you in greeting.
It seems to smile at you, and you can't help but smile back.
Something something something you don't know you don't know but it has tentacles and it's cleaving through a faraway sun-- it changes. An onslaught of impossible geometry and colors that don't exist-- it changes. A forest with no beginning or end or top or bottom-- it changes. Something unspeakable sleeping in the deepest reach of the ocean-- it changes. (something)-- it changes. The thing in the ocean is awake now it's awake oh god you try to look away but you can't and your head feels like its caving in and your eyes are bulging and god make it stop god please it hurts-- it changes. A flooded altar and it must be found-- it changes. It changes. It changes, it changes, itchanges itchangesitchangesitcha-
- - -
The human's body crumpled to the floor, arms and legs twisting at odd angles while the rest of it twitched and spasmed. Blood pooled from the corners of its eyes, from its ears, from its nose, forming a viscous puddle under its head. Its mouth still hung open but the screams had long stopped.
Such fragile little creatures they are. Malleable and easy to manipulate... but difficult to use. Most of them die when exposed to the Truth-- that there are things beyond their comprehension lurking outside of their arrogant little bubbles. Hungry things. Angry things. And things that are tired of waiting.
Innocence is such a curious construct of the human mind. If something appears harmless and sweet, humans are much more willing to accept it. It's the last thing they suspect when things go awry. When tantalizing whispers etch into their minds, beckoning them into madness. Instead, they hold it - their perceived symbol of comfort - ever closer and in the same breath damn themselves in their ignorance.
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