Hello everyone! It's Thursday again, meaning I'm going to see my niece. So yeah, if this appears a bit less finished than my usual stuff, that would be why. I'll come back to it and double check it for sure, but I wanted to make sure those who are following the story daily have something to read instead of nothing. Since it's so short, I'm going to try and update this twice today, but the second update will come in the really late hours of Eastern Time. Um, if you're reading this long after I've posted, good for you. You don't have to wait at all. Let me know what you think of the story thus far!

Butters pulled at his footy pyjamas nervously. "I don't get it. Why'd these people in robes talk to you, then kidnap and murder you?"

The new kid shook his head. "I don't think it was the same people," he explained, rubbing his elbow.

That made me remember something. "Wait. When I was in the mental ward, the cultist doctor said 'may the cult of the Faceless Shepherd never find you now'. And he was hailing Cthulhu."

Douchebag shook his head. "Who is Cthulhu?"

I sighed, thinking back on my previous encounters with the Old One. "He's a fucking gigantic octopus gargoyle thing with wings, and he likes to destroy things. Also, he likes Eric Cartman. I've run into him before. He sent my friends and I to a dark oblivion because Cartman asked him to, that asshole."

That seemed to satisfy the new kid, so I continued my original train of thought. "So I'm pretty sure there must be two different cults. The doctor was a part of the cult of Cthulhu and that other group must've been the cult of the Faceless Shepherd. And considering everything, it sounds like these two groups don't like each other at all."

Butters winced. "You mean there're two wacky cult groups? Oh Jesus."

I looked at the drawing I'd laid flat on the bed. "Is this man in the yellow hood the 'Faceless Shepherd'? I mean, he is faceless. If he is, this must be an Old One, just like Cthulhu. We should look online and see what we can find."

A knock at my door interrupted our conversation. I looked up as Karen made her way inside my room. "Kenny, there are these weird guys outside. I'm scared."

All three of us looked at one another and then peered outside of my bedroom window, only to see the familiar homeless guy sleeping on the broken couch my dad dumped. I rushed into the living room, taking off the baseball cap and replacing my hood as I peered outside of our front windows.

There they were, a whole group of old guys dressed in yellow hoods, holding candles and praying in front of my house.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I exclaimed in confusion.