The weather had grown stormy as night finally fell. And Oakmont hadn't gotten much activity here. Lovecraft said that in his universe, he basically stopped the Great Old Ones from destroying humanity here. He must've done so multiple times, like they had.

Cory knew that Kruu didn't mind the rain at all. Yet still, these waters seemed to trouble her. As if there was something…wrong with them.

"So the adventurer lies around here?" Arthur asked.

"Said he was investigating reports of odd fishy men and uncovering weird artifacts." Van Helsing answered. "Last I heard, these weren't demonic. I texted him the coordinates of the city. Said he'll meet us at the docks."

It was then that Lovecraft groaned underneath his mask and clutched his head. Hannah turned to him.

"Lovecraft?"

The green glow in his eyes faded, and the dark prophet recollected himself.

"He's been expecting us." He murmured.

"Who's been expecting us?" Lucy asked.

"It's about time you arrived, Howard."

They turned to the voice. Standing in front of a building, and emerging from its doors, was a middle-aged man with a bearded face and an ominous look. In his hand at his side was the Necronomicon. Lovecraft only took off his mask, revealing the sentient dead face with pale green eyes underneath. He had an expression of confusion as he eyed the man's lower half. It seemed perfectly normal, but not what he seemed to expect it to be.

"Wilbur Whateley." Lovecraft states. "You seem pretty healthy for a dead man."

"Yet you're looking as pale as ever, old friend." Wilbur stated. "It seems your body died with your mind long ago. This may not be my journal, but I have studied this book for years. I know all its secrets, and it has shown me a future set in stone. It's fated to happen. Try and change the future all you wish. Only the inevitable awaits."

"So you plan to stop us? By summoning your father to break our sanity?"

"Father?" Wilbur chuckled. "Oh, he's busy preparing Azathoth with the other heralds for the awakening. So instead, he tasked me with summoning THESE."

Wilbur opened the Necronomicon, its pages glowing an eerie green.

"Y' ymg' uln r'luh! Nog, n'ghft uh'eogg!"

The book exploded with a green chaotic light, opening up dark portals in front of Wilbur! And from them stepped ominous figures. The Acolyte. The Dark Whisperer. The Knight. The Slayer. The Executioner. The Sorcerer. The Eldritch Elder. And The Warrior.

Wilbur had summoned all EIGHT of the Abyssal Lords!

"Aw shit…" Van Helsing quickly donned his armor and readied himself for battle, with everyone following suit with their own armor and monster forms.

"We require the Ultimate, of either this universe or ours." Wilbur warned. "This is your only chance to relinquish the girl…OR yourself."

"I'd rather burn in Hell than serve your dark and twisted masters." Lovecraft stated. "And her mothers would die before giving her up."

"I was hoping you'd say that…" Wilbur smiled menacingly. "Break them."

The Abyssal Lords roared and charged forth! The Dark Whisperer clashed with Van Helsing, the Knight with Cory, the Slayer with Wargon, the Acolyte with Morgred, the Executioner with Kruu, the Sorcerer with Conrad, the Warrior with Mark, and the Eldritch Elder with Sue. All others fought an army of Deep Ones that Wilbur called forth with the Necronomicon.

Lovecraft took matters into his own hands. All that work in that book would fade to nothing. He swore it!

He channeled his eldritch magic and fired right at Wilbur, who only responded with a command beyond mortal tongue, and with a mighty roar, the Necronomicon opened and a dark storming chaotic vortex burst forth, beginning to suck Lovecraft in!

"AAAAAARRRRRRGH! WILBUUUUUURRRRRR!" He cried. "THIS IS NOT HOW I GO DOWN!"

In retaliation, he unleashed all of his magic to overload the book. But it held fast. This was no ordinary Mystic Manuscript. Using his magic, Lovecraft made himself heavier, as if being weighed down, so that he could not fly in. Wilbur's chants only seemed to strengthen the pull.

"YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME!"

Lovecraft then shot green eldritch fire and lightning from his hands. The pain traveled from the book to the one holding it, and Wilbur roared as the fire burned him and the lightning shocked him. In his pain, he dropped the book, ending the spell.

And that was when Lovecraft noticed something about the man. His blood was a greenish-yellow ichor. This was no man.

"You DARE strike the son of Yog-Sothoth?!" What was not Wilbur roared in an inhuman tone. "I will rip you to pieces with my tentacles and toss each of them into my many maws!"

Finally, the thing mutated, shedding its human disguise and becoming a true abomination. The monster was bigger than a barn, made of wiggling strings that are tied together and shaped like a chicken egg. The creature possesses dozens of legs that are as big as barrels, has big eyes all over it and ten or twenty gray mouths of trunks on its side with blue or purple rings over them that are as big as ovenpipes. On top of the creature, there is half a face, which lacks a chin, has red eyes and white, frizzly albino hair. The face looked just like the face of an old man.

The Dunwich Horror roared like mad at this, as Lovecraft readied more spells.

"YOU MEAN TO WIPE ME FROM EXISTENCE? YOU FOOL, LOVECRAFT! IN THIS UNIVERSE YOUR POWER HAS NO DOMINION OVER ME!"

Providence quickly dodged a tentacle slam, countering with bolts of eldritch magic. They did nothing! And the Abyssal Lords had stepped up their game as well. When knocked into the water, The Executioner only grew to colossal sizes, making the ground quake with a swing of its maddening ax!

After slicing through several more Deep Ones, Mark noticed the odds heavily stacked against them. Luckily, he had a trick up his sleeve. With several hand seals and digitizing, he summoned forth a massive lightning battle mech from Cyberspace!

"How about THIS, space squids?!" He yelled. "This is Professor Shock's greatest invention, and made possible through Tesla's science! Science isn't afraid of anything!"

Hopping into the mech, Mark began blasting wildly at any and all abominations, electrocuting them with massive amounts of lightning! He recalled how Professor Shock said that the Tesla Tower at Wardenclyffe had enough electricity to power the whole world! Inspired by Slappy's takeover of the town, Shock had perfected a similar source of power from the tower known as a Coil Core. It was this core that powered the Electro-Mech!

Mark unloaded all of the mech's capabilities: The twin laser blasters, the electric beams, the ray guns, the teleportation matrix, the plasma guns, and the Aether Barrier. All that the Abyssal Lord summoned, Deep Ones, Shoggoths, Flying Polyps, Fire Vampires, Spiders of Leng, Awakeners, and Eldritch Tentacles were all gunned down by the mech, almost laughable.

And with the fusion of the last of Slappy's magic, those shocked by the green lightning became monsters who disobeyed their dark masters, their minds under the command of the piloter of the mech. With these numbers, the Abyssal Lords began to become overrun.

Mark blasted the abominations the Sorcerer summoned. He used the barrier to block meteor fire from the Acolyte. He unleashed a powerful pulse blast to send the Executioner crashing down! He ripped a tentacle from the ground and smashed it onto the Dark Whisperer! Truly, this machine was the greatest Hybrid-Compatible device ever created!

The Dunwich Horror was shot by another electric blast, roaring horribly before Mark activated the Mech's flight boosters and had the Coil Core supercharged, growing the mech large enough to match the re-armed Executioner. Mark only converted the mech to follow his movements, drawing forth his Static Sword.

"Oh man, I love anime." Cory only said as Lovecraft was rather taken aback.

As the battle below continued, Mark dueled against the giant Abyssal Lord, striking hard, swiftly, and fast. He kicked it hard in the mawed chest, blasting the shield with lightning, and clashing sword against ax. He opened fire with the shoulder missiles and wrist gatling plasma guns, prompting the Executioner to roar.

"INSOLENCE! A BEING AS OLD AS THE VERY STARS CANNOT BE BROUGHT DOWN BY A MERE MORTAL'S PLAYTHING!"

The alien tech worked wonders, holding fast against the lord's strikes. Mark sprinted up, delivering a swift leaping knee to the tentacled face, then slashed multiple times with the sword. The Executioner swung its ax, calling forth a heavy downpour. But water would not short-circuit this machine. Mark fired the Mega Tesla Cannon on the left arm, electrocuting the old thing once more.

It slammed the ax downwards, the mech using its agility to quickly sidestep and counter with a leaping knee, transitioning into a kick with the same leg. The Executioner caught itself, the mech catching the next chop of the ax and tossing it aside, the gargantuan weapon cleaving deeply into the sea!

A kick disarmed the shield as well, sending it splashing onto the water like a buoyant yet living island. Finally, a blitzing combo managed to finish off the great and gigantic guardian of the gods. The Executioner fell back onto the land, with Lovecraft stunning the Dunwich Horror with a spell long enough for the abomination to get crushed into jelly by the massive monstrosity.

"Woo! Man, that was too easy!" Mark said. "I LOVE this thing!"

"They seem easy for a reason." Lovecraft noted. "They pale in comparison to their masters. And it seems like they WANT us to head to R'lyeh. But why? I'm sure that question will have to be answered later. But I don't recall my universe's Tesla inventing that kind of machinery or technology."

"The aliens in our universe are a lot better than yours, H.P." Mark said, shrinking the mech down to normal size and disembarking before dematerializing it back into Cyberspace. "Speaking of the Place That Shall Not Be Named, we gotta find Dr. Deep and have him give us a boat ride there. I'm sure he's taken notice with all the commotion that's been going on."

The weather seemed stormy, and the seas were choppy. No way could he set sail in weather like this.

Dr. Deep checked every 5 minutes that his boat was tightly secured to the docks. These waves seemed rough enough to rip the ship to pieces. He then went back to examining the artifacts and relics that his colleague Ben Hassad dug up around the coast of West South America and North Antarctica. None of them made any sense.

One was a sculpture figurine depicting some weird humanoid figure sitting on a pillar. It had draconic wings and a squid-like head. Another was a picture of some kind of ancient mural, a star chart, but the astronomical constellations were all…wrong.

There were more as well. Some crazy angled stone, a glowing green amulet, an odd non-euclidean stone, and a picture of what seemed to be three yellow question marks, all joined at the same period on the bottom.

But what puzzled him was the statuette. No professor of any university could make out its origin, and no researcher, demonologist, or occultist could read the glyphs. However, one of them only warned George that it was a "sign of evil". A bad omen and a curse.

Well, maybe the storm was bad luck. At this rate, the entire town would be completely flooded. As if the local talk about fish people wasn't bad enough. From the sound of it, these weren't mermaids they were mentioning. Almost like the Creature from the Black Lagoon, but more…sinister.

It was then that the marine biologist and explorer noticed several familiar yet unfamiliar faces. His old adopted daughter, along with the monster hunter, his new party, and a strange masked figure.

"Dr. George Deep." Abraham Van Helsing The Second stated. "You're a hard man to find."

"Really?" The man smirked. "Didn't know I was missing."

"We require your assistance to find a lost sunken city OTHER than Atlantis." Kruu stated. "You helped do it before, so surely you can do so again."

"Another underwater city?" He asked. "What's the name?"

"R'lyeh." Lovecraft spoke of. "We already know of its coordinates: It lies within the Southern Pacific Ocean. 47 degrees and 9 minutes south, and 126 degrees and 43 minutes west."

"R'lyeh? Never heard of that one."

"It's no city. It's a prison. Holding one of the most powerful and ancient beings that is fiction in this universe, but exists in another. Dark forces seek to make R'lyeh rise to the surface during the starry and planetary alignment tonight. When that happens, the being within will awaken and bring about cosmic chaos."

"You mean like an eclipse? We've only got a few hours until that happens, which is at midnight! This sounds pretty urgent, Mr…"

"Providence. And may I remind you that you've never faced monsters like this before. You need protection and help."

"Sounds like another adventure, huh?" Dr. Deep replied. "Well, given that you came to me when we're all the way in Massachusetts, better get going now before time is up. It's gonna take a while to get to the Pacific."

"I might be able to portal us closer, but my magic has begun waning." Van Helsing noted. "The closest I can get is to the west coast of the continent. That'll be in the Pacific nevertheless."

"Well, I hope you're prepared." Dr. Deep smiled. "Sounds like it's time to save the world."

"Not just the world. This universe, and all of creation that rests beyond it."

"Hmmm, seems a bit more than I expected, and probably a bit more than I can chew, but hey, you're gonna be doing most of the work. But there's one problem: I can't exactly ship anyone out to sea in stormy seas like THAT."

Dr. Deep pointed at the raging waters. Lovecraft only waved a hand, and as if he was Jesus, the waters suddenly stayed calm and still, fearing his power.

"Better?"

"Woah. Yeah, I guess! Now come on! We've got EVERYTHING to save!"

The team rushed towards the massive boat, Cory readying his weapons.

This is it. He thought. Once we secure that city, no way is it gonna breach the surface! And if Fear can't take that physical form, we should be A-OK! But…why do I have the feeling that things are gonna go horribly wrong?

They were. He just knew.