Disclaimer: I do not own anything Haruhi Suzumiya related. Also, I do not own anything based off of the Cthulhu Mythos. That being said, the Cthulhu Mythos is either public domain or owned by Chaosium.
Well guys, this here is a pseudo-sequal to my last Haruhi story: Inspiration. Originally I wasn't going to follow that one up, but it was either Haruhi and the Cthulhu Mythos or Haruhi and Zombies. And I couldn't do zombies because I don't want to kill anyone off from one bite so... yeah.
Anyways for those of you who missed it essentially in the last story all you need to know is that Haruhi got a book that was an anthology of HP Lovecraft stories. If you want any more details, go read it.
Now, without further wait, let's get this show on the roll!
I slowly made my way back to my house. I was disheveled, disappointed, and defeated. Not to mention terrified. I had done my best to get that Lovecraftian book away from Haruhi. I didn't need the fate of the world in my hands again… not to mention the blood on my hands if things ended badly.
"Haruhi, let's not completely ditch the original plot! Let's rearrange it, refine it, make it better than it was originally!"
"Relax Kyon. You're the one that said we should ditch the plot in the first place. And you were right, we need some more creativity in here."
"You know, a story like that would be too high budget for us."
"Kyon, Kyon, Kyon. Don't you know the world of independent film making is one of favors and sponsorship? We'll earn enough money and favors to get this movie done."
I had failed at getting it back unfortunately. Now Haruhi had a book that could inspire her to destroy the world by the hands of an angry alien deity. I had most likely doomed the world, or at least myself, to insanity and slow death. Oh joy.
My family saw my mood as I walked into the house. They could tell I was down, and that now wasn't the time to talk. Maybe the morning would be better.
I made my way to my room and slid my backpack to the floor. I wasn't hungry or dinner. I wasn't really tired. I had just… given up for the moment. I needed to sleep not for my physical state, but for my emotional state.
I threw my jacket onto a chair and fell face first on my bed. I began to slowly drift off, hoping, praying that tomorrow wouldn't be too bad.
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The dreams I had that night… they were strange. I was in a strange city encased in glass. Outside the windows I saw open ocean. Was I underwater?
The halls were incased in a strange glow, and I slowly made my way down a hall that was before me. I came to a large meeting room where many robed figures chanted in from of a statue. The statue was just outside my view, and I couldn't look at it for some reason.
Their chanting filled my head, "IÄ! Cthulhu fhtagn. Cthulhu Fhtagn. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. "
I slowly made my way up towards the robed man who stood in front of the statue, facing two books that were on an altar at the base of the statue. As I approached he started reading from the book. Then he turned and faced me.
That was when I awoke. Whatever he looked like, I only remember the terror I felt. The only thing I can truly remember are the words he spoke from the book.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.
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Well then, what does this mean for the SOS brigade? What does Kyon's vision have to do with anything? Is the universe still in tact? Find out... later!
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