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I became a Cosmic Great one..... ah Crap.

During a Routine trans-atlantic voyage over the ocean to Ireland to Frankfurt Flight 1920 goes missing over the Atlantic ocean both crew and passengers go missing on this flight. (Redact) was a part of this planes' manifest doing the voyage he met a man with a 1920s hat and coat this man made light conversation with him. unknown most is why this man sat next to (Redact). (also please do understand that this novel is my first time making a story of this kind. so if I'm slow and only update every so often. also I would like feedback if I misspell or need suggestions)

Maser_monster_66 · 科幻
分數不夠
4 Chs

Chapter 1.2: What is my life.

OP======== DOW 2 Beta Tyranid Theme

Outro===== All Along The Watch Towers

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To my Shock and awe, I can say to my grandad with my thoughts

*Brain Homer Simpsons'* :

"Come again?"

*mouth*:

"What the F@#k are you talking about? one of the oldest creations in the existence of the Voidles marshes of Terror and Are wanting to adopt me?" "Who? and what"

my granddad sips his coffee mug after he finishes it. puts it down the waitress comes over to pour a bit more of this black liquid that didn't look like coffee at all it smelled like it but the goop looked like biological sludge with EYEBALLS!?

I am somewhat still confused and feeling ill.

"If you are feeling ill (Redacted) there is a restroom right there." he points to two restrooms "oh be careful of the restrooms, they tend to have some 'Merchants' in them."

I raise myself from the comfy Couch like chair with red vinyl arcs that move in a form of wavelength. I sigh and walk to the restroom which shows the girl and boys' rooms... I think? one has black blob multi-eyes with tentacles, and one with... is that just a Got with three eyes and three legs... Now I'm even more confused about the providence black Azathoth on these doors. I think I can hold it in. a Spiral face waitress goes into the one with the shoggoth label... this is getting annoying. I need a drink.

I walk back to grandad and sit back down. I'm even more confused now because another person is sitting next to him who I think is talking but it's so garbled that my primal instinct is asking me to run and hide from it. its form is a horned gator but its tail looks forked and out of phase with this reality its movement are extremely exaggerated but its entire facial area and mouth seem normal. "where you able to use the restroom" asks Grandad

"I was not able to it was extremely confusing, and I'm not even sure if there is a male/female restroom? which confuses me even more. I can hold it in." of course me saying this I can feel I need to go and I'm trying to not twist my face to let them know I need to use the boys' room.

grandad just shakes his head with a smile on his face. 'oh balls!'

"Sonny right here is the Elder god that "wishes" to adopt you into its family. tell him your name, or I will and you know what I will say."

the gator thing scoffs with its mouth and laughs a tad, which is oddly pleasant. "you may call me Gator ph'nglui soth or the gator in the void in Dust talk."

*my face says I'm confused*

" Human tongue, we call you guys Dust spawns since you guys come from the universal creation/creator azathoth which we rather not wake because boom" he snaps his claws "No more laundromat." I put both my arms on the table "Wait you own a laundromat?' I ask questioning my sanity. "Yep, it helps to have a side gig so you can enjoy the finer points, it stops the bored and insane bunch of us from rampaging Dus- human cities like Godzilla." he grabs a bread-like goo from his plate "Trust me you'll need one at the start of this journey, don't worry it'll be your schedule so you won't have to work 9-5 or10 hrs shifts. It's a make-your-own-time job with assistance." he waves his arm around as they phase through the table with rapid movement and shimmer with shakiness.

"So?" Gramps and Gator ask

"Alright, I mean. do I get to turn into something strange? I mean what do you look like grand-" "I would rather not do it here since it might cause a few disturbances in timelines and voids... let's just say the last time I showed myself the 536 eruptions happened. and the roman civilization collapsed. just not in that order." he says

"Could you show me a deserted earth with no humans on it with just vegetation and plant life? we could do it there." I say, they both look at me. they agree. "CHECK PLEASE!" they both raise their hands, and I think I see gator claws give the middle finger, bull horns, and.. bunny ears? his hands are still doing that out of phase and rapid movement. What the hell is my life like?

"You get used to it." gramps responded "Hey!" I yell. and he just laughs.

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Across the gulf of space, minds incomprehensible and terrifying watch over the diner with envious eyes until a shuddering pained fear can be felt in their no existent spines and as the blood runs cold, they notice him: the wander in the mist, the eyed Titan of shiggoth, child of the goat mother, son of Shoggoth and grandfather to (///R/e//d//a//c//t//e//d//)....

0_o: Now, that's odd they can't seem to pick confirm this new person. this thing radiates Cosmic Gold Radiation that seems to be feeding off the air around him like it's absorbing the pressure. this feeling of pain seems to be increasing in panicked terror for the first time in a long while this void and the abyss both shuddered and screamed in utter unholy freighting terror like the sound of an earthquake could make sounds of an orca with the trunk of an elephant.

Before the terror ends they noticed the wings that seem to sprout and disappear from it like it wasn't at all even there to begin with orange-like membranes that glow in the pale moonlight of the blackest Void Planets something like that commonly known as the Third impact.... "what? we like anime. it's not our fault we get bored in this plane of existence...." the entities exclaim to no one in particular in the black void....

-_- : *looks at the reader of the Author*