June 8th, 002 A.L.R
It was a late night here in Manehattan, the air was still and the streets were filled with night goers partying and clubbing or working like myself. Here sitting at my desk with a pencil hovering in the air by my red magic energy, staring down at a small stack of paper. For the last hour or so I've been brainstorming ideas for a new story to write, but nothing had come to the mind. I've been having trouble find a new angle in story writing for a while, after finishing my 'Ponies of Paradise' Adventure romance series I wanted to try writing in a genre other than just adventure, romance and fictional history. My friend and colleague Scribe Penman author of the famous 'Daring Do series had suggested I look into horror, mystery, or even gothic literature.
Those were well established genres, but do to our society's more or less utopian culture they were never developed to their fullest potential. Not to mention those horror tale that were written mostly were inspired by the era before the princess ruled or of dragons and beasts that live in the Everfree, and mystery novels were more or less just silly little capers in which the culprit is usually the butler or a love obsessed maid. I liked the idea of writing a horror, or mystery story, but I wanted to do it at a new unique angle a story never done before, with creatures and horrors never heard of ever existing. In short I want a story with an element of the known. Absolute terror. But, I got nothing. I don't know much about making a terror story, and there is no real example in existence.
Checking the clock it close to two o'clock am. I was feeling fatigued, but I want to at least have a beginning idea before I retire. But, before I could touch the pencil to paper an immensely strong wave of lethargy stuck me. I fought the sudden sleepiness...there was...something unsettling about it. But, try as I might I was going under, then my eyelids closed.
The unimaginably fierce waves of fear, dread, and terror came upon me as I stared at cyclopean landscape before my eyes. A city made of a sick green material I've never seen, structured in a way that can only have been design by a mad pony architect. The buildings were defiling the very laws of physics in way I can't begin to explain or detail. Bones thankfully not of ponies were littered in abundance everywhere.The air was full of an awful, almost fishy stench that I could not escape. It was nauseating, and I wanted to cover my nose to block it out but discovered I could not move. I could stand, and look at the impossible city.
The air was not only with that horrid fish smell, but also voices. Voices not from any pony, griffon or other sentient race of Equestria. They were grotesque, wet, and gurgling, and they were all chanting. The chanting was everywhere all around me, in my head. I couldn't escape it. The voices versed it over and over.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"
I don't know the language, but it was old I knew by some instinct that that language was old, very impossibly old and terrible. I didn't want to heard it any more, but couldn't block it out. Then suddenly in the terrible city a door was slowly opening. It looked like a huge cellar door or trap door I couldn't tell the geography of the whole city was bucked up. I didn't want it to open I don't know why maybe instinct again, but I knew that there was something evil, something beyond me in every way was in inside. The chanting grew out louder.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn**
I could hear the lumbering thing inside. It was coming. I need to run. To get way, but my body still would obey me. Then I saw it. It...it...it...IT! A behemoth of a green gelatinous form most certainly not conceived of matter, but of some unknown cosmic substance. It was bipedal and looked of a mix between a dragon and an octopus, and of a third creäture I can't name, but for some reason felt familiar with. It looked rubbery and slimy, but also sharp and scaly, its head like an octopus, its mouth a multitude of feelers, long claws on its hands and hind feet, and long, narrow wings on its backs. An utter abomination of existence.
Smaller versions of it suddenly appeared in the thousands all of them chanting that same sinister phrase, and dancing in ugly gestures. And then I saw them about thirty strange creatures in chains that share the monstrosities bipedal nature. I briefly thought they were more of the Things kind, but then I had a sickening, and tragic remembrance the bones that were everywhere are of the same proportions and size.
I watched as the titanic monster picked one up, dragging the others with it. It they were screaming, and shouting, and I could understand them. they were speaking Equestrian or our languages are similar. I could hear their pleas, shouting for somepony called God. Dear Celestia I think there are some young ones, children of this poor race. All slowly entering behemoth's maw being pulled in by the mass of feelers. I could turn away, I wanted to, but I couldn't, I watched as tears of sadness and fear ran down my face. The last biped in the chain definitely a child turned in my direction her face white as ivory and her...yes *her** because her big eyes reminded me of a filly's. She looked at me teary, glassy eyed, terror written on her very being. The feelers grabbed hold of her and before she disappear in the folds she scream at the top of her lungs.*
"RRRUUUNNNN!!!**
The tears ran down my face harder at her demise. The monster's head slowly turn to me. And finally my body was able to move, I sprinted as fast as I could galloping over the bones of the poor race I had witnessed end. I stopped for nothing and I didn't for the life of me look back, but I heard its heavy foot falls getting closer, and the sounds of thousands of wings flapping. Only then I looked back and what I saw...no word could describe the horrifying scene behind me.
The cyclopean monster was fast approaching claws reached out to grab me, and above us like a sinister flock of birds the thousands of smaller monsters swirling around in the dark, tainted air in formation. I caught the big monster's eye and in them a saw madness. Pure unfiltered cosmically powerful madness.
I turned back, and booked it over what could be called a bridge. I dared not look back again. I was half way on the bridge, the ahead of me a thick cloud of dark sea green appeared came together in the solid form of the monster. It crouched down staring down at me. I looked at, but did not look directly into its eyes. And, a voice more horrid and rotten than the chanting smaller monsters spoke not in the air, but in my mind.
CTHULHU G'TAHGN FUG'LUDGH!!!
And I screamed in terror as all the horrible things, the monster, its smaller versions, and the city started fading away.
I woke screaming my lungs out, my body soaked in cold sweat, my breathing labored, and tears were running down my face. It took a minute to calm my frantic heartbeats. I got to go to the bathroom to splash some water on my face, but found that my legs were shaky and I had trouble steadying myself. When I did reach I looked in the mirror and saw that I looked terrible. My ruby red eyes were red and puffy, tear stains running down my cheeks, crusting snot under my nose, and my newspaper gray face looked a lot paler. But, question is why.
After clean myself up I went back to my work space, and first noticed the clock read two o'clock pm. The second thing I noticed was that on my desk was a book. I sat at the desk and examined it. It was bound in tree leather and it pages were filled with some language that I don't know, but what disturbs me is that it's written in my handwriting. I don't remember writing then binding it, but the writing is very much my own. none of the symbols and character on the pages made any sense it was all gibberish, but there was some haunting about them. Especially with the book's apparent title, the only thing readable.
Necronomicon