Finally, I have the fourth and final chapter of my Kim Possible story written. I thought it might be appropriate for Halloween and because I just really wanted to get something out there and end it.

I'm not entirely pleased with how it turned out, but I guess I'm my own worst critic. I had something in mind of how I wanted this chapter to look, but it turned out completely different. But hey, you get visions of Cthulhu, ghosts of the past, an army of shoggoths, and the very face of Azathoth. What couldn't be more Halloweeny?

I also dare all of you who are reading this to google image search Azathoth to see other people's interpretation of him. Hopefully, I painted him in a fairly horrific light.

Hope you all enjoy. I had fun writing this...thing.

"[P]resently the benign Elder Ones would be deposed by infinity's Other Gods, who would drag the world down a black spiral vortex to the central void where the demon sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in the dark...." – Gary Myers, "The Snout in the Alcove"

"Once I had a little game/I liked to crawl inside my brain/I think you know the game I mean/I mean the game called go insane/You should try this little game/Just close your eyes, forget your name/Forget the world, forget the people/And we'll erect a different steeple." – Jim Morrison, "Celebration of the Lizard"

Ron was at his desk, monitoring Kim's progress and keeping reports on the BOPE teams that were entering the ruins of Rio de Janeiro, when he fell asleep. This slumber hit him when he was not even tired; it was as if some of other outside force wanted him to see something that only the dream realm would show him. He was looking at the screen of his computer, which displayed the status of Kim's coordinates and heart rate, when everything went black.

What Ron found when he opened his eyes were a twisted, swirling sky, as if it had been made of living tissue, and giant, cyclopean towers that seemed to stretch on forever. The area he was standing on was what looked like a street between these giant spires that was made of a stone that he had never seen before. This new world his dream had led him to seemed twisted and contorted in odd angles that caused his head to hurt. The varying smells of brine, rotting flesh, and dead fish did not help matters.

The only thing he could think to do was proceed on down this street to see where it would bring him. This path winded and twisted in ways that constantly made his head spin in circles, having to make a sharp turn here and an occasional leap over a gap there. Along the way, Ron though he heard voices down each alleyway between the spires and at times, growling, but it wasn't the growl of any animal he ever recognized. This sound was indescribable, sounds that no word on earth would give clarity.

Finally, Ron found himself standing in front of another large structure, one of which held a looming door that stood roughly 100 feet tall. All he could see was darkness beyond the large portal, as if gazing into the vacuum of nothingness itself. He thought he heard something within it as he leaned closer. It sounded similar to some of the other growls within the twisted city but much larger and much more distant. Just then, the sound came closer and closer up from the bowls of the ground and the darkness.

Suddenly, Ron saw something enormous emerging from the opening in the spire. Its face was a mass of tentacles, as that of a giant octopus, but it had the body that seemed humanoid, aside from the clawed hands. On its back were enormous, membranous, bat-like wings. It roared in such a way that made Ron's brain turn inward and shrink with overwhelming horror and reach down for him with one of its gargantuan hands.

The computer monitor in front of him was beeping as Ron awoke, and a wave of panic washed over him as he saw Kim's heart rate had changed drastically into a very frantic pattern, as if she had either gone through an extensive workout or seen something that had given her a tremendous fright.

"Ron, are you there?" Betty's voice came over the computer's speakers, "We've received reports that the BOPE have retaken the city, but we've lost contact with your wife. Ron, are you listening to this? Ron?" But all Ron could do was shake with the fear of the unknown of Kim's condition. He grabbed the communicator to try to reach her, only to be met by the monochrome agitation of static on the screen.

There was something on the television across from his desk. A woman in Philadelphia had murdered her sister's husband, all because she knew of the spousal abuse that had been going on within her sister's household. The woman had no prior knowledge of the abuse, but in an interview with her, she claimed that "the bruises confirmed my visions."

"Interesting," Ron said in both shock at the atrocity on both ends and awe at how this psychic epidemic was affecting everyone else. But this was not his concern at the moment. He had to get in touch with Kim. If she was in trouble, it would be his turn to save her. He was sick of sitting on the sidelines and was ready for the old days to become new again. There was something there that he knew Global Justice or the BOPE could not handle on their own, something terrible. He had to call the B.P.R.D., whether Betty cared for them to help or not.

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When Kim awoke, she found herself alone in a very dark place. She let her eyes adjust, but it did not take long. The brown clay floor of her location seemed to be illuminated by something, but it was to question from where, for when she looked up at the ceiling of this cavern, there was only an empty sea of nothingness and blackness. But she could plainly see what lay before her, revealing what looked like grass huts propped up by small tree branches. It looked like a mockery of the small village of the indigenous peoples of Brazil before the Spanish and Portuguese found their way to South America.

Struggling to her feet, Kim felt that she had no choice but to continue on in this dark, underground world into the unknown black. She walked among these grass huts and felt a sense of emptiness and loneliness as she proceeded onward. It was like walking through a ghost town where people at one time may have gone about their daily routines, lived happy lives, and seen the greatness of simplicity. Now, it was nothing more than the remnants of a society that was. Kim could feel as if she was being watched from all sides as but could see only the huts and fire pits. Occasionally, the image of something or someone would appear out of the corner of her eye, in which case, she would dart her eyes in that direction only to be met with blackness.

Now and then, she thought she would hear disembodied voices that echoed through the empty cavern, but she could barely make out what they were. Sometimes, the sound of a whisper, a whimper, or a scream would surface from the air, but what could be making them?

Kim checked her communicator to contact wade, but her device was met with only static. Thus, she continued to trudge onward through the unlimited gulf of the unknown. As the hours passed, however, her legs began to get tired, and she had no choice but to rest herself on a rock. In no time, she fell over from pure exhaustion and passed out. Her dreams seemed to focus on dead worlds that seemed to hang like dead sores within the galaxy, their taint further showing the evil power of Nyarlathotep.

When she awoke, she found herself yet again in the dark cave among the grass huts. She had hoped that it had been all a dream, but reality was not so kind. But her will was strong, and she was able to press on.

How long was she walking through this endless cave village? Hours? Days? Weeks? With no electronic equipment working to tell the time and no sense of sunlight, it was impossible to tell the time. The repetitive scenery was tiring and maddening, as if this was the only world that was left for Kim. The voices and shadowy figures that dwelt in the background did not help the situation, nor did her growing exhaustion and growing hunger that felt as if it would erode her stomach from the inside.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, with her eyes sinking in, her stomach imploding, and her legs feeling as if they were going to detach, Kim found herself in front of an enormous black pit. She ran towards it to see if there was finally a way out, only to meet more blackness, as if she were gazing into the bowels of the earth. She wondered if there was an actual end to this pit of nothingness. Soon, a low growl erupted from the yawning blackness, and Kim could make out something in the dark coming towards her. She then heard what sounded like a multitude of voices whispering "Tekilili-Tekilili" and the small sound of dull, flat note being played on what sounded like a flute.

Suddenly, she then heard the beast from below roar as it revealed itself in all of its maddening immensity. Its body was glistening black and littered with glowing blue starry orbs. It had what looked like numerous mouths, of whose teeth were gnarled and menacing. In the central mouth, which was also the largest on its colossal body, held an massive flute that looked to be made out of bone. Within the center of this creatures body was what looked like a bright red star that was being crushed into antimatter, as if this monster had swallowed it and was digesting it. Was this thing a walking black hole, or was it all the negative energy of the universe culminated into one entity? The thing's main face had enormous eyes that when Kim looked into them, she felt her brain churn in all directions and begin yammering as if it would leap forth from her skull.

She had glimpsed the unthinkable. She had looked into the very face of Azathoth.

Along the walls of the pit crawled black shapes as large as New York subway cars. They had massive tentacles and were covered in red glowing eyes. These creatures caught sight of Kim and shouted, "Tekilili! Tekilili!" in an equally maddening cacophony. All Kim could think to do was run away from this horrific sight to somewhere safe back in the grass huts, but when she turned around, she found something better. The grass huts and villages had vanished, and what had replaced them was a tunnel that led upward into glowing sunlight. She darted towards it, not caring what shape her legs were in, and clawed her way up to the streets of Rio de Janeiro. She found herself on one of the streets near the beach where, conveniently enough, was her helicopter.

The Brazilian police, like an army, was marching up and down the streets of Rio, but Kim did not notice them at all. All she could think about was getting to her helicopter and getting out of there with what little sanity she had left.

As she fumbled with the door, she then saw one of the creatures ooze its way through the hole in the street and out into her above world. It then screeched again and began to glide towards her. Some of the officers began firing at it, while others were screaming about what it was. Soon, more of these beasts began to come from the hole and lash out towards Kim, seemingly unaffected by the soldier's bullets.

Finally, Kim was able to get into her helicopter and fire up the engine. For whatever reason, however, the vehicle was having difficulty taking off. Even still, the creatures were catching up at an increased pace. Kim then ignited the flamethrower and shot a cone of fire at one of the beasts, catching it on fire and causing it to shrink and melt as it screamed again.

Unfortunately, the creatures doubled in numbers, something that not even Kim's flamethrower could stop.

Just then, another cone of flame came from above, and Kim looked up to see another helicopter flying in to put the torch to these creatures. This put some good distance between her and the monsters, and Kim got out of her helicopter to see more helicopters flying in, many of them labeled either Global Justice or B.P.R.D.

The closest helicopter landed, its doors opening to reveal Ron stepping out towards Kim. She ran to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and cried out in both agony and relief.

"You're okay, Kim," Ron said, "It's my turn to save you this time." Her head left his shoulder, and he saw in her eyes a look of pure horror. Then, she began to think for a moment why they would have come so late.

"How long was I gone?" Kim asked, her voice trembling.

"You haven't been gone that long," Ron said, "It took us about five hours to get here." Kim looked away for a moment and then looked back at Ron, his face full of concern and care. She realized then that while she was still skilled, strong willed, and capable of single handedly taking on super criminals, and no matter what her new psychic ability was telling her about the coming onslaught of the Old Ones, she knew she had her husband, Ron Stoppable, who she could always rely on whenever she was down and out. He took care of her just as she had taken care of him and the nations of the world.

No matter what lay before them, as long as they had each other, they were ready to face it.