"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." You chant the words of malign implication
>"Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!" Your flock answers in turn
>Which consists of about ten people, four of them which you've never seen before
>Three look like they came here to see some freaks sacrafice humans or something
>Other may be a new recruit, he looks genuinely interested
"Cthulhu R'lyeh fhtagn." With that, you close the book in front of you and address the people gathered in your basement
"And this concludes this week's ceremonies. Please don't forget to donate on your way out and may the Old Ones look over you." You step off your lectern as people start to leave
>"Excuse me, reverend Magister." A gravely voice fraws your attention
>It's the new guy that looked interested in the ceremony
"How can I help you, brother?" You turn to the man with a fake smile
>"Actually, I was hoping to help you." He says. "I couldn't help but notice that your flock isn't very devoted."
>He looks at the people that leave the room without leaving a penny in the donation box
>You exhale loudly
"To tell you the truth, I am not very devoted either, you should look for another community if you are serious about this. I think I might quit this soon."
>He looks disappointed, but doesn't leave
>"Even so, not many remembers the Old Ones anymore." He holds up a book that you didn't realize he had before. "Here, a parting gift from me. Hopefully a welcoming gift for you."
>You take the book and open it to take a look
>Its pages are covered in strange symbols and geometric drawings, some words written in a language unknown to you
>You look up to the man to ask about them, but he's already gone
"Thanks, I guess." You mumble before leaving the book on the lectern and taking off your robe
>You hope to get some sleep before work
>Atleast today was kinda interesting
 
>Floating in the vast emptiness of space, you observe the foreign stars that watch you from afar
>You sense a feeling of bewilderment and consternation in their pale blinking lights
>You are somewhere you shouldn't be
>That much you know
>There is something worse however
>Something close to you
>A feeling of dread washes over you and you feel you blood run cold
>Where is it? What is this thing you sense near you?
>In the darkness, you feel the seething hatred radiate like heat from a dying star
>When your eyes finally find the source of this malignant sentiment you are met with a scene beyond the bounds of what you deemed impossible
>An amorphous mass bubbling, expanding and shrinking in infinite dimensions in the contorted space it occupies, accompanied by hideous entities, orbiting it while undulating to a rythmic thumping and some shrilling melody that pierces your ears and picks apart your mind
...
>You wake up out of breath, feeling like you've ran a marathon
>You head aches like it will shatter to a million pieces
>Things move about at the corners of your eyes and you clutch the sheets for a few seconds before the episode subsides
>You take a deep breath and the smell of urine fills your nose
>Did you...?
>You reach for and check your pants
>Yep, you just pissed yourself
>You remember seeing a horrible nightmare, but you do not remember anything about it
>Probably for the best too
>It must've been a really bad one to actually make you piss the bed
>You stand up only to fall back down
>Your head spins and you feel cold
>Your shirt is wet with sweat, you realize
>You must be dehydrated
>You consider taking a sick leave today, but there is an exam you need to oversee today and you'd rather not postpone it
>"Just gotta push through the day." You mumble before standing up once again, more carefully this time, and heading for the kitchen for a glass of water before your much needed shower
 
>Today, you brought the book that strange man gave you to the school
>You figured you could spend some time taking a look at it as the students take their exams
>You are a teacher at Canterlot Highschool
>A science teacher to be exact
>Not what you had imagined doing with your life, but you like your job
>You have some good students that are interested in the class and the others don't give you much trouble
>Though you imagine them not being happy about an early exam
>You step inside the school and immediately met with Twilight's assault of questions
>"Did you ask about free fall in the exam Mr. Anonymous?" She begins. "Because I though you would and I studied the subject very carefully, but I have a question. Doesn't the air resistance increase as the object moves closer to the ground since the air is denser in lower altitudes? Hence effecting the maximum speed the object can reach?"
"Good morning to you as well, Twilight." You answer. "Were you waiting for me at the door?"
>"N-No!" She blushes. "I was just passing by and saw you come in!"
"Right..." You shake your head. "Well, you don't need to worry about effects of altitude in free fall. As I told you before, this is just highschool."
>"Oh... That's disappointing." You smile
"Not everyone is as smart as you are Twilight. You can choose to study physics in collage if you are interested in it."
>"T-thanks." She says bashfully as you walk into the classroom together and put the exam papers on your desk
"Good morning everyone, please take your seats and we can start the exam." Some unhappy mumbling is heard as students assume position
>You give start dishing out the papers
"Please check your papers for any mistakes before starting and ask for them to be changed if there is." You instruct. "There should be six main questions and a bonus one adding up to a hundred and ten points. If you have any questions, I will be here for the duration of the exam."
>You take your seat after giving out the last paper
"Good luck." You say as you take your seat and open the book that was given to you yesterday
>There are some strange cursive writings at the start of the first page, but the rest seems English
~In this monotonous world, most live their lives without ever seeing what the true nature of cosmos implies. Perhaps for the better. Because not all can bare the knowledge and keep on living and no one that knows the truth will ever be deemed sane by their kin. To you that reads my journal, be prepared. For you are about to glimpse at the truth and a glimpse is all it takes~
>Turning the page, you are met with an illustration that portrays what seems like a plant
>However, you can see some wing-like limbs protruding from the thing, along with some tentacles that at first, seemed like roots to you
>At the top, what seemed like petals of a flower, reveals to have eyes at their tips when you take a closer look
>Somethink about this creature irks a deep part of you, as if someone is behind you and waiting for you to look at them to pounce you
>You continue reading as you try to ignore this strage feeling of discomfort
~For many a millenia, man tried to find an explanation for the mystery that is their existance. Be it their ego or maybe fear kept them from accepting the reality that they were nothing but a byproduct of an experiment conducted by this Elder Things who lived on this earth long before them. I have met these creatures in my spiritual travels to the outer spheres as well as forgotten places of this world. They left to live among the stars a long time ago, leaving behind very little for us to see and recognize them by. For this reason, I leave the schematics and incantations I used to commune with them so you may learn the truth for yourself~
>The paragraph is followed by some geometric drawings and symbols that forms a circle when they converge, followed by a series of words that appear made up to you
 
>The schematics, as the author puts it, are completely foreign to you
>However, you recognize these creatures from Lovecraft's stories
>The incantations also seem similar to the ones you read every week at the ceremonies
"P'gmlew smaran kel'amrn. Mrnglew em xernen si'mln." You realize your mumbling and stop yourself
>Reading these things in the school may not be very smart
>They might have no effect, but if they do...
>Yeah, you remember how some of the students turned into demons
>More than once
>You'd rather not add to those events
"Ab'klklomm enm ma'nd kre egh"
>Really though
"Enm smaran em xernen egh"
>This will not-
"Azh eman azh em mne'n"
>End well
 
>You are Twilight
>You were solving them questions like they were nothing
>Then some commotion tore your attention from the test
>It's Mr. Anonymous
>He's drawing something on the ground with chalk while mumbling jibberish
>Students are all gathered around him
>"Holy shit! Look at his eyes man!" You hear one exclaim
>Mr. Anonymous is holding a large book in one hand that he seems to be using as a reference for his drawings
>You get up from your desk and walk closer
>From this distance you can see that his eyes are rolled up in their sockets
>You aren't even sure how he can see anything like that let alone make drawings on the floor
>He seems like he's not been swallowing his spit the whole time
>Saliva is running down his chin and his voice is all scratcy
>The symbols he's drawing on the floor doesn't seem familiar to you at all
>But the things he's saying
>They are rousing a primal fear in you
"I think we should call for help!" You look around and see a student nod approvingly before running out the classroom
>Finally he stops drawing and lets the book fall down along with the piece of chalk
>He raises his hand up to the sky and lets out an otherworldly shriek that makes you hold your ears
>When you look back at him, Mr. Anonymous is laying on the ground, motionless
>Principle Celestia runs into the class a few seconds later and kneels beside him
>"Mr. Anonymous! Are you alright?" She checks his pulse. "Somebody call an ambulance!" She yells before starting heart massage
>Panic raises inside you as you realize that your favorite teacher is about to die
>That might be the reason you just jump in when you see Principle Celestia hesitate to do mouth-to-mouth
 
>You stand in front of an ivory tower, inlaid with nacre, depicting creatures and places of breathtaking beauty and unfathomable terror
>Tower reaches hights beyond the bound of your sight
>Wonderous structure sits on a very small island in the middle of an ocean that glimmers with cold pale lights that reach your eyes from unknown depths while the sky stretches above, milky white and untouched by any object
>"You are the one who sought audience." A strong and demanding voice echoes around you. "So come"
>Marble doors of the tower open without any noise and you slowly walk inside
>A golden staircase reaches upwards to an unseen summit
>So you climb for years, centuries, ages, eons, maybe an eternity
>This place is timeless, endless, ever-existing
>When you finally reach your destination, you see a figure wearing a black robe, their head lowered and their face hidden under a hood
>Sitting on a throne, between two white, marble pillars they speak
>"It is not often a human finds their way here." The voice is neither male nor female, familiar but foreign, harsh but gracious... It is indescribable. "It is even more unusual for one to do it accidentaly."
>The figure leans forward in their throne without looking up
>"Speak then, what will you make of our encounter?"
"Where am I? Who are you?" The figure leans back, their head still lowered
>"I haven't named this place, but I am called by many, you may call me Yog-Sothoth."
>A cold chill runs down your spine
>What have you done? How did you come here?
>Yog-Sothoth however, doesn't give you time to be scared
>"You read from the Necronomicon, it took over your body and killed you."
>You are dead?!
>"Not anymore. Two females of your kind revived your body."
>Thank the Great Old Ones!
>Yog-Sothoth raises his head to look at you and you take a glimpse to his form that was shrouded from you
>Under the hood, you see a shapeless heap of meat, floating in boundless darkness
>Slimy tentacles reach about trying to grasp some unseen thing in the empty space while eye-like orbs embedded in them glow with a sickly green light gaze beyond your flesh and into your soul
>Yog-Sothoth speaks calmly while you shriek in terror
>"Your time here comes to an end. I shall gift you a mote from my sight, so you may read and serve the ones you worship in better ways."
 
>You are Twilight Sparkle
>Right now you are sitting beside your teacher's hospital bed
>After his heart stopped and brought back by Principle Celestia and you, Celestia checked her phone for emergency contacts
>Turns out there was nobody on there
>So you decided to go with him
>You would be sad if you woke up alone in a hospital
>Still, the sun went down a while ago and you'd rather not spend the night here
"Dum-dum-tu-tum" You hit the sides of your chair while mumbling a quite rythym
>You are also pretty bored
>Would it be considered inappropriate if you were to take a look at that book he was reading?
>Well, it's not like it's a diary or anything
>In the end you decide that taking a look wouldn't hurt
>There is no title or any other writing on it
>It seem that the book's cover is incased in leather
>Just as you blink, you see a man's face on the cover, screaming in pain
>A moment later there is nothing but smooth leather
>A chill runs down your spine
>Creepy...
>Must've been your imagination
>Just as you are about to flip the cover a hand grabs the book, scaring you shitless
>Yelping, you jump in your seat and see that the hand belongs to Mr. Anonymous
>"This book is not for mortal eyes." He says with a hoarse voice
>You are more startled by the fact that his right eye is a strange tone of green
>Not just the iris, the entire eye
>"My eye?" He asks, his voice is back to normal now. "What's wrong with my eye?"
>Did you say that out loud?
>"No, but I... heard you?" He looks surprised by his own words. "What's wrong with my eye?" He repeats
"It's uh... green." You answer
>He blinks, his right eye doesn't close like his left eye however
>Instead two white eyelids under the normal ones blink sideways
"There is something seriously wrong with your eye!" You cry out
>"It's the book." He says. "I was reading from it and then-" His eyes widen with horror. "Yog-Sothoth!"
"What?"
>"Yog-Sothoth." He repeats. "He's an Outer God. He said he was going to give me some of his sight."
>Welp, it seems that your favorite teacher has gone insane!
 
>"How can you think that I'm insane when I can clearly hear what you think?" Mr. Anonymous asks
>That's... a good question actually
"It just doesn't make sense." You explain yourself. "You can't have conversations with gods!"
>"And that is something you tried before?" Well, no but... "History is filled with people that claim communion with higher beings. They shaped our history and effect our lives even now."
"But... Those are all lies, right?" You can hear the doubt in your voice. "You are a man of science."
>He shakes his head
>"You have witnessed magic with your own eyes haven't you?" He asks. "You yourself were effected by it."
"Magic is... something, but gods?" You say skeptically. "Do you believe in an all powerful creator?"
>"I believe in gods, just not the conventional ones that everyone believe in." He replies. "I worship the Great Ones. I shamefully admit that I had my doubts, but after today..."
>A shaky grin creeps onto his face and he looks at you with awe
>"I saw him Twilight! Yog-Sothoth spoke to me. Me!" He's breathing heavily now and you just want to get out of here, but you are afraid to move. "Oh, I am sorry if I scared you. I'm just so excited!"
>He takes a deep breath and collects himself
>"I must tell my flock about this."
"Your flock?" You ask in surprise
>"I was a cleric of the Great Ones even before this and I have a small following." He looks sad for a second before cheering up again. "They were losing faith, just like me, but after I tell them about Yog-Sothoth my congregation's faith will be restored."
>What if they don't believe him?
>He looks confused
>"Why wouldn't they believe me?" Oh, right
"Um... Because they didn't see what you saw?" You try to explain." I-It is somewhat hard to believe you actually talked to a god or a higher being of sorts."
>"I see..." He hang his head in thought. "I suppose it is fair. Throughout history, prophets have always dealt with skepticism."
>Does he consider himself a prophet now?
>He looks at you and smiles. "Honestly, I don't know. But there must be a reason they have spoken to me. Until I know what it is, I will spread their word and truth."
>He looks at the book in his hand
>"I will summon my followers tonight for an important announcement and I shall perform a miracle for those who have doubt in their hearts." He says before looking at you again. "Would you join us, Twilight?"
>Despite the fact that he frightens you, you actually want to witness this miracle of his and maybe even learn about this truth he speaks of
>This might be a mistake, but you decide to go with him
>"Great!" He suddenly exclaims. "I promise you, it's not a mistake."