"...His arms were like tentacles, grabbing the watches with the hooves in a very slim manner."
-The Pony Who Just Really Loved Watches
Rumor has it, in the deepest, darkest oceans of Equestria, lays a small entrance.
An entrance to a new land.
A land where creatures dwell, following orders.
The orders of a behemoth.
On the jagged rock-of-a-throne slumped a mass of pony and octopus. It was impossible to decipher what part belonged to what animal, and what shade of green meant the beast was pleased. All anybody could guess is that this thing was big, and it ate souls. The creature was writhing around, probably restless. It hasn't had a meal in over a decade, and just popping in to some random dimension could cause more hysteria than intended. It had to wait.
Wait to be summoned. Invited to the party, in a sense. When someone says the magic words somewhere, it'll move from its dark palace, and it'll eat everything with a soul. It would be a massacre. Deep Ones, Yithians, Shoggoths, Byakhees, and other unspeakables would join the big tentacled creature in its storm. The whole thing would be an apocalypse. The dead littering whatever ground there is, any buildings, trees, roads, and living spaces turned to rubble...It would be a party for Eldritch Hooves, God of R'lneigh and all of its inhabitants.
All he had to do was wait.
