Chapter 2: Revelation of an Alien form

Thank you to all the followers of this story. I had graduated senior high school this May 29th of this year. Here is the next chapter.

Taylor's POV

Another thing that I didn't notice before was that my eyesight was much better than it was when I was still normal. Another part of my new alien heritage I suppose. I saw my tall, skinny, dark haired balding Dad, the spokesperson of the Dockworkers Association, driving into the carpark and I waved at him. I walked towards him as he was parking.

"Taylor! Thank God you are safe! Hardly anyone knew where you were!" said Dad in a stressed yet relieved tone. His eyes widened when he saw my clothes still stained with a few traces of blood. "Taylor are you bleeding!?" he exclaimed.

"No Dad, I am not bleeding anymore," I spoke quickly. "Can we please get to the house first? I will explain everything. Please Dad."

Dad sighed then got back to the driver's seat. I opened the door on the opposite side and climbed in. "Could you start telling me what happened to you?" my Dad asked me. "I am afraid that you hearing it while driving will cause an accident due to your rage,'' I sadly replied. We remained silent until we returned home.

After we were inside our house I spoke in sorrowful tone, " Dad, I am so, so sorry. I should have told you earlier what I was suffering." I cried into his chest as he hugged me. "Shh, its okay now Taylor," said Dad in a gentle voice.

I told my Dad that I would go and change my clothes in my room. After doing that I went back down to the living room and started telling him everything. From when that wretched Emma Barnes betrayed our friendship, to the bullying by Emma and her friends, Sophia Hess and Madison Clements, what the bullies had done to my Mothers' flute, and finally the entrapment in my locker.

My Dad grew pale and he was grinding his teeth as his infamous temper flared. He excused himself and went to the kitchen. I heard the sounds of rage filled cursing and wood being hit with something. He returned to the living room in silence. "I apologize Taylor, please continue," he said while scratching his right hand.

I was surprised by how he calmly spoke that sentence for a moment before I continued with my tale. I was quite nervous as I said, "This is the part is where things get very strange." I told him of the information that was brought into my mind, of the race of beings I had seen and became connected to. I told Dad of their forms, the memories I gained from them of a galaxy spanning empire, their advanced technology, and that I could take on their form. My Father's face was one of disbelief and strain as he tried to come to grips with these facts.

I sighed then I concentrated on form of that alien race as I started to transform into them. My father looked with wide eyes, and with his mouth open at my fully transformed self, a pink hued insectoid, 1.6 meter tall being with two wings, six limbs, a tail, and a head covered in feelers. "I am a hideous being, aren't I?" I spoke in a sorrowful tone.

My father snapped out of his shock and hugged me or tried to hug me as much as he can. "Taylor you could look bigger than an Endbringer and as ugly as Crawler, but I would always love you, my daughter," he spoke with a voice full of unconditional love which is the most emotion he had displayed ever since Mom was gone. We were both crying and then I slowly started shifting back to my human form.

We both calmed down then we sat down on the couch together. "Thank you so much Dad," I said in a grateful manner as I rubbed my eyes. "Those beings you… can become, those were from those books by that Lovecraft guy. They were called the Migou in those stories" my Dad stated. "Yes they are, Dad. I could feel how they think and some of the things they had seen...," I said as my eyes began to look unfocused.

My Dad, seeing how I was looking right now, told me that we would continue to talk about it tomorrow because we both needed sleep. Both of us went to our own rooms to sleep. When I was finally sleeping, visions of many things appeared in my dreams…

I dreamed of the scientific and magical Migou, whose forms which were made out of a strange matter which couldn't be seen in the photos of humans, and their empire with advanced cyclopean cities brimming with technology both wondrous and terrible. I dreamed of them arriving on a primitive Earth on massive moon-sized hive ships after they colonised Pluto, also known as Yuggoth, and scenes of them fighting against a species of hybrid animal and vegetable traits known as the Elder Things. There were other alien races that came upon Earth as well: the conquering Flying Polyps, the Great Race of Yith which fought and defeated the polyps and who could switch between bodies of many races, the snake people who abandoned Yig the Serpent God, and the beastly Star Spawn of tentacled Cthulhu the Dreamer, a Great Old One. I dreamed still of the being the Migou hold in reverence, Nyarlathotep The Crawling Chaos, the firstborn of the Blind Idiot God Azathoth.

It was a scene that would drive mortal men mad but not me, not anymore it seems. It showed a temple dedicated to that corpulent shifting colorful mass of limbs, tentacles, mouths and eyes residing there, which the Migou worshipped. After that dark scene, it all turned black but still I heard whispers from many unknown voices. I woke up trembling in the morning light but I was not screaming as if I, should become accustomed to such facts and images, horrible as they may be...