As Van Helsing opened fire, he noticed that there was something different about this undead horde. As if the tentacles on the body weren't a dead giveaway.

It was like they were being puppeteered. Mind-controlled. By some kind of greater being. Given the robed clothing the zombies wore, these had to be some cultists of some kind. People who succumbed to madness and sacrificed all they had, mind, body, and soul, for what they believed was a greater purpose.

They were mutated. Deformed. Even the dark green blood seemed sentient on its own, forming eyes and maws and tentacles that began rising as more undead eldritch abominations!

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!"

Van Helsing began his retreat, firing his guns wildly. He could only imagine what bites from them could do to him. Once all the bullets were shot, he kept on the assault with magic and blades. Still, there seemed to be too many, even for him.

They seemed more cunning than Revenants. And yet, more dangerous than Graveyard Ghouls. Some of the mutations even seemed more severe. Some had tentacle arms. Others were larger and taller. Some even had extra arms, legs, heads, faces on the necks and back and chest…some were even fused into a giant zombie ball!

It was enough to make a normal man hurl. But with the Ultimate Armor, Van Helsing let his Doom playlist blare full blast as he ripped and tore. He blasted a zombie ball to bits, ripped a face out of a neck, tore off multiple arms until two were left, and continued the killing spree like he was Jason Voorhees.

An inhuman screech got his attention. A tall pale zombie that was previously cowering had turned and screamed, racing towards him. Instantly, Van Helsing knew what this was.

SCP-096. Shy Guy. Kills anyone that sees its face. Even through photographs. Seems like it was one of them now.

Of course. Some of the Foundation's creeps managed to escape from that super secret monster zoo. Who knows what else did as well?

The Shy Guy's cries were immediately shut up with a shotgun blast to the head, blowing it to bits. No ordinary weaponry could kill it, yes. But nothing was impossible with a bit of magical enchantments.

Yet even with immense power, the enemy had a massive amount of numbers. Van Helsing found himself fighting on the run, racing into the insane asylum.

It was there that he found unexpected help. Dark chaotic magic began freezing the undead in place, making them scream as they clutched their heads. All the while, a black figure with an eldritch mask spoke.

"Cahf ah nafl mglw'nafh hh' ahor syha'h ah'legeth, ng llll or'azath syha'hnahh n'ghftephai n'gha ahornah ah'mglw'nafh."

That must've been one hell of an incantation. The undead's very brains exploded, the corpses falling to the ground once again. Van Helsing only turned to the figure with a look of gratitude, yet confusion.

"I thought Arkham was abandoned." He said. "Just who are you?"

"I am Providence." The man said. "And I come to you as a warning. An omen of dark days to come."

"Fear."

"You know him, Van Helsing?"

"I know a lot of things. He's actually this Outer God called Azathoth whose awakening alone destroyed his own dimension and reality."

"So you do. As do I. For I am from that universe."

"Guess that's a mystery for another day. From your words, you must wanna stop him from doing the same to MY reality."

"Yes. Mine is now a decayed void, far beyond your own. All those who tried to resist the Blind Idiot God were slain by his followers. They died with his dream, but now, through his dark magic, they live again."

"And he needs a physical form to enter this dimension. He's been manipulating many minds to try and make this monster called the Ultimate. These Midnight Society guys stopped each and every one of them, some with my help."

"Yet now, he finally acts. He will do to your world what he has done to mine."

"Then how do we stop him? The seven Moonstones were enough to hurt his astral form, but not kill him."

"It will not matter. He seeks to raise the sunken city of R'lyeh. Within lies the physical form he has created."

"My god…" Van Helsing gasped. "Cthulhu."

"In my world, that was his great-great-grandson. Yet here, all that is merely fiction. That physical form is his key to spreading his chaos throughout all dimensions in this universe. With it, he can get to the very heart that holds your reality together."

Van Helsing's face fell at this. His helmet retracted as he realized what Fear would be after.

"The Godstone…"

He only heard of it in monster lore. He never saw it, but he heard it was in the Nexus Gateway. Portals to different dimensions within the universe.

"Once he destroys that, the very laws, physics, and fabric of reality, space, and time will be torn asunder. Sanity itself will die. You will have to gather all your allies to fight. You have never faced ANYTHING like the Deep Ones and the Great Old Ones before."

He then pointed at Van Helsing's mind.

"In the meantime, Azathoth will strike here. Your armies will be useless. He will manipulate emotions, peer through your dreams, and get people to act in ways contrary to their nature. They will be driven to madness. And it all starts…with the voices."

N'ghftdrn.

Van Helsing felt his heart pulse. And Providence's voice began to grow distorted.

"You won't be able to trust your senses. Your memories. Your friends. After all, what is real, if our perceptions cannot be trusted?"

The sky…was turning green. He saw the ground erupt as tentacles as tall and big as skyscrapers reached from the ground. For the first time in a lifetime, Van Helsing felt true terror.

The clouds. They formed into a squid-like head with infinite tentacles and glowing green eyes. They began narrowing, and there was an eerie call, like a distorted siren.

H3L51N6…

The amulet exploded into nothingness, the seven Moonstones sent flying into the air before freezing. The being spoke thunderous language too ancient and mad to comprehend, and they began to shake and tremble in terror.

He'll Sing…

The cracks formed larger and larger as there was a great eldritch scream. And finally, the Moonstones shattered apart like glass!

"HELSING!"

The hunter's senses shot awake, and much to his shock, his breath came in gasps and panicked pants. He only turned back to Providence. He only took his mask off to show a black face with glowing green eyes.

He looked dead and insane. And somehow, he was not mad. It was like the mad dreams and insane hallucinations had no effect on him. He had a blank soul. No longer able to feel any emotion.

"Do you not see it?" He said with a hint of blank sorrow. "It has already begun."

The hunter only took out his amulet. It seemed…dead.

He opened the compartments…and there was nothing inside. Nothing but the dead shattered fragments of seven once-powerful stones of supernatural energy.

He destroyed them. Fear knew that the Moonstones would be used against him again. So he destroyed them so greatly that they couldn't piece themselves back together again. Without their greatest weapon, the times seemed all the more darker.

"Fuck…" Abe cursed. "Fine. I gotta warn the others. In the meantime…how do we stop Fear?"

"We have to find the sunken city." Providence simply said. "Before his mad ones do. If he gets physical form, all hope, and all sanity, will be lost."