The indescribable "I"

"It's been a long time since I greeted visitors here. This is the land of crazy dreams of countless creatures. It used to flow in the pen of a man who seems to you to be a lunatic but actually a genius. He wrote a book, recording Gave knowledge of extreme terror."

"It's just a pity that even with our tacit consent, mortals who spy on areas that don't belong to them can only die."

There is always a hearty smile on the corner of His mouth, and his voice is mellow and mellow, as if it is the source of the river of forgetfulness. His dark brown face and the nobility of his hands and feet give him a majestic majesty like an emperor .

This person enthusiastically told the clown those ancient stories buried in the years.

"If you want to come here, no one has to be introduced by a capable person. The wise Balse paid the price with his life for his wrong way."

"However, there was an adventurer named Randolph Carter who was burning with the desire to explore. He had the courage beyond his imagination, so he got my help and got an opportunity that countless creatures long for. landed and retreated—"

"But I have to admit that you should be a more special existence than him."

The noble man smiled, his eyes sparkled with unpredictable sparks, "You have crossed countless possibilities, and you were greeted by me unexpectedly and intact."

"So, you deserve my long-term company."

There was no direct malice in his words, and he chose to tell him what he thought, with enthusiasm in his words.

But the clown trembled inexplicably. He put his hands on the sides of his trousers and listened to the speech with a slightly confused brain. People seem to have a strong stress response when facing unknown fears, warning the main body to flee quickly.

For example, he found that his fingernails were all turned up, revealing ferocious bloodshot, ten fingers connected to the heart, and the stinging pain swept through his heart that had been beating from the beginning.

"Would you like to experience the ultimate corner with me?"

What the hell did he come to?

The frightening trembling feeds back on itself through a long neural circuit.

The clown seemed to be strangled by the neck, he wanted to scream like crazy, slap his useless limbs to escape from this man, even if he crawled on the ground in embarrassment.

But he heard his own voice jumping out of his throat excitedly, his cheeks were hot, and he saw his own reflection in the eyes of the mirror.A girlish blush appeared on her pale face, damn it, involuntarily——

"I promise...I promise you, it's my honor."

He was stuttering, his voice was trembling or excited, but it was pathologically abnormal.

The clown's brain was cut in half, one half was affected by something, and he eagerly wanted to lick the boots of the person in front of him.The other half was shocked by what they were doing beyond their control, but could do nothing about it.

As for his original purpose of coming here, it was forgotten long ago.

The man nodded in satisfaction.

The hem of his rich robes was ripped open by the striding gesture, and the soft linen was patterned with gold threads, and the skin was slightly exposed.

The clown only felt dizzy for a while, and there were circles of ripples and ghosts blurring on the retina. The language system seemed to be severely torn apart by something unbearable, and he remained confused and stunned. pace.

The man's exquisite sandals stepped across the open ground, paused slightly, and glanced at him with a cheerful tone.

"Welcome here, I will open the door to the ultimate for you."

They seem to have walked for a long time, and it seems that they have not walked for a long time.

click-

It was clear that the place was silent, but it seemed as if the sound of the door opening could be heard.

The gorgeous door guarding the original darkness is engraved with countless cumbersome and overlapping lines, full of mysteries and wonders that ordinary people cannot understand. Thick mist lingers around it, like a loyal and reliable servant, never leaving its master.

The door opened, slightly opened a gap, and a little sound leaked out.

Sometimes high and sometimes low, when it is high, it seems that ten thousand mouths are singing its melody, and when it is low, it is like a shy and unspeakable hint.

Through guarding its gates, an incredible tip of the iceberg appeared.

Every beautiful picture, every beautiful melody.

All that can be touched in a narrow field of vision, the amorphous chaotic body boils and blasphemes all things, and slowly floats out the monotonous and thin flute and the sound of the low-level crazy drum. He is everything, the first and the beginning, the indescribable The source of fear itself.

A multitude of mindless and formless dancers surrounds their supreme master, who beat their wicked drums and their hideous flutes, playing them without ceasing, to please the unspeakable object, to make He settles down and sinks into sleep.

"This is, this is—"

The clown who witnessed it let out a terrifying roar, gave up human instinct, and roared like a wild animal.

He bent his back, as if there was a mountain pressing down on him deeply.The eyeball burst like a shattered crystal, and the lens of blood and slag was useless filler, and the whole brain poured out.He is blind.

"Are you the master of this place?" His voice was like a broken bellows roaring with all its strength, asking, "Where is this place? What did I see again?"

"This is the end of the darkness, where time will rot, an incredible dark hall. I am not the master here. Like those dancers, I am just a humble figure in front of Him who reigns on the throne and rules all time and space. slave."

The greeter who never revealed his name smiled slightly, "I'm curious how you got here. You are just a tiny ant, and your essence is nothing compared to those miraculous people who make the gods pay a little attention."

"Your specialness is just a thin layer of skin. Without it, you are nothing."

There was contempt and disdain in His words, the clown had a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and vaguely wanted to argue, but was interrupted.

"Needless to say, I will personally investigate the reason."

They suddenly stood on a cliff, and below was the most terrifying abyss.

The star closest to them was covered in a green coat, glowing with a faint light. If you look closely, you will find that the green is the result of countless twisted and absurd bodies decaying and pus. The green pus soaked the ground under their feet. appearance.

The star is dead.

"I said it before the very beginning." His body is as sweet and hoarse as ever. There is only one dead end in their field."

The pale, dead wind blows the shadowy stars and beats their faces.To him, it was like a light breeze, the corners of his clothes were only slightly blown, but to the clown, it was like a pair of sharp knives, mercilessly tearing open his fragile flesh.

His nerves were stretched to the extreme, and he could no longer give him any warning.

His clothes were tattered, and his body was also tattered.

He's blind, he's crippled, he's going crazy before the last sliver of sanity disappears...

The ground under his feet collapsed for no reason, and he could feel himself falling, because of the severe pain in his eyes, he couldn't observe the surrounding situation.

"Hey! Come on! Go back to your final destination, and if you survive, pray to all that you don't meet another thousand of my faces. Farewell, Jay Turner, be careful; for I am Nye I am the crouching Chaos, Arlathotep."

The ears were not damaged, and a rough mockery could be vaguely heard. Ten million stars died suddenly, and on their corpses, the festering sores bubbling with a stench, and the laughter that swept through Nebula penetrated time and space.

The greeter who called himself Nyarlathotep called out his long-forgotten name.

When dying, memory showed the revolving lantern scene.

The baby was born in a small and dreary house, the first breast milk it sucked had a strong smell of rust, the eyes of the dead mother stared straight at him, and the father wept beside him.The boy's experience of being rejected and expelled planted the seeds of his madness. He held up an ax and hacked to death the classmate who beat him. When he returned home, he also killed his father who was drunk at the door.As a young man, he put on the costume of a clown, and through an ancient statue, he was inspired by an unprecedented god, and he found his true path.

What now?

What about him who is almost middle-aged?

Ah, he came back to the light and understood the reason for his failure.

"That's, that's—" More blood froth came out of his mouth, his arms were scratching in the air, he had seen a bird with a wider vision and disdained a frog at the bottom of the well, he knew at the end of his life, his so-called god It is nothing in front of that person.

Even the proud Nyarlathotep had to bow before him and carry out his will.

He understands everything! ! !

Unfortunately, it's too late.

He swallowed his last breath, and his body became an insignificant dust in the endless abyss, and he died with despair and regret.

Jay Turner's life is over.

"Crackling-"

The working spatula in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Yvette, who was cooking the last dish, was stunned. His body could not maintain the mimetic for a moment, showing his terrifying true appearance.

"What's going on?" He murmured, "Brother, are you calling me?"

Meanwhile, the school side.

NO.17 stood condescendingly, with no cowardice in his eyes, and took out a simple dagger in his hand.

His eyes moved between the clown and Bai Jiu, and after a moment he finally made up his mind, and without hesitation, he plunged the dagger into the clown's chest.

"Long time no see, Bai Jiu." He greeted the other person softly, and kept moving his hands. He watched the clown's body convulse slightly, and the gushing blood seeped into his eyes. He took off the mask, wiped wiped his eyes.

The scarlet was soaked in the endless dark blue without a trace of color, and he had a pair of absolutely dark blue eyes.

"According to her order, I will still let you go this time." NO.17 smiled slightly, "Before the disaster that is about to befall you, have a good dream."

"If you die, it will be very troublesome for us." NO.17 sighed, the scarlet anomaly representing killing, "But I really want to kill you!"

He jumped away from here.

And Bai Jiu closed his eyes tightly at this moment, he was indeed having a dream.

A dream that ordinary people can't imagine.

The author has something to say: I read so many Cthulhu myths, and figured out that Nyarlathotep’s pretense is useless. After talking a lot of nonsense with you, the final result is to want you to die .

Hey, Randolph Carter's got Nodens to help, he's not home for anything.

Mr. Clown didn't have any background, so he got a delicious bento, the kind that couldn't be spit out when he stuffed it into his mouth.

My friends, see you at 9:[-] p.m. Please comment!

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