It took two days for South Park to fully recover from the chaotic events that went down on Saturday night. A lot of people got arrested for their criminal behavior and not to mention the major damage they caused. In fairness, most of the people that had fallen under the influence of madness couldn't remember anything from that night. Some people have suffered injuries but thankfully no deaths. I was glad that nobody was seriously hurt, but I couldn't forget it. I knew who was behind all that pandemonium. Nyarlathotep…

When Monday rolled by, instead on going to the bus-stop to catch the bus with Stan and Kyle, I decided to head right over to the Church of Starry Wisdom myself and confront the Outer God lurking within. Along the way, I ended up bumping into Cartman. Even though I told the fatass to go to school, Cartman totally ignored me and decided to invite himself along. He was too curious about the church and wanted to go see it for himself. I tried to warn him about what he was about to encounter, but Cartman brushed it off. Cartman was a brave guy; you had to give him that…

Following the same path through the snowy-white trees, we finally reached the Church of Starry Wisdom. At first glance the church looked so unassuming, but I knew what horrors were waiting inside. Cartman was also gazing over at the church with fascination. I wondered if it was such a good idea having him here with me. Cartman was the biggest asshole I know but we'd been friends for years. I'd hate for anything bad happening to him.

"Last chance," I said to Cartman. "You can turn around and go back now if you want. Shouldn't you go to school?"

"Fuck that noise. I can go to skewl whenever day I want," Cartman said dismissively with his eyes still on the church. "I wanna get a good look at this Outer God. Did you say it hides inside a pitch-black cellar? What does it look like?"

"Look, this isn't going to be a friendly visit," I said seriously. To prove it, I took out my handgun to show that I was serious about this. "I can't let them get away with what they did to the town. I'm going to go in there and tell that ugly fucker to leave this place."

Cartman seemed to understand. Which was why he too pulled out a Wesson & Smith handgun from his inside jacket? "Alright Kenny, how do you wanna do this?" he said smirking. "Go in with guns blazing?"

"No…," But on second thought. "Well, we'll play it by ear."

With that, we both began to make our way over to the church's entrance. It was quiet but I knew they were in there. I nodded to Cartman, he nodded back to me. We were ready. With that, I kicked the door open and we forced ourselves inside. The second we stepped inside, the cult members turned to us at once and immediately started to advance upon us. But they stopped when Cartman and I pointed our guns threateningly at them.

"Back the fuck off!" I warned angrily. "Where is your Outer God? Is he here?"

"Our God only appears to the worthy," one of them said arrogantly. "You're trespassing on our sanctity. Leave now."

"Oh you give me five minutes with that asshole," Cartman said nastily. "I'll get him to spill the beans. You got a torture chamber in this place?"

But right at that very moment, I finally heard "his" voice. Just hearing that uncanny voice still turned my blood ice-cold and made my hair stand on end. It even affected Cartman who fell silent and was looking genuinely perturbed. "You've returned to us, Kenny. I was hoping I'd see you again. Let him come forth."

At the center of the church, I saw the podium doors open and those burning red three-lobed eyes staring out at me. At Nyarlathotep's command, his followers cleared a path for me and allowed me to go through. Cartman started to follow me but I held up a hand to halt him. I think it was best for Cartman to keep his distance. I couldn't explain it but I think I stood a better chance on facing that eldritch abomination alone. Still armed with my gun, I approached the podium and stood before the evil Outer God before me.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Nyarlathotep asked and I could have sworn those ungodly red eyes were mocking me.

"You know exactly why I'm here," I said coldly. Without hesitation, I pointed my gun at Nyarlathotep. "I know you were the one responsible for throwing our whole town into a goddamn frenzy! My friends and family got terrorized that night. I warned you what I would do if you threatened my loved ones. Well, here I am motherfucker."

"You tell em', Kenny!" Cartman said approvingly.

Nyarlathotep continued to stare into me with his red eyes glowing with evil amusement. "I see… You're here because of that?" he actually sounded disappointed. "I don't drive humans insane. They're perfectly capable of doing it all by themselves! Nevertheless, I confess that it's fun to poke a beehive and watch them get agitated. Wouldn't you agree?"

I didn't lower my gun as I stared furiously back at the Outer God. "Why are you even here?" I asked. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Nyarlathotep pondered the question. But then those red eyes glinted cunningly. "What do "you" want, Kenny? You're the one who summoned me here. Perhaps you're the one who has a wish you'd like to see granted. Is it knowledge that you crave? A need for power? Or maybe…? Would you like to know the real origins of your immortality?"

I tried not to listen but there was a part of me that secretly wanted to know. To finally understand myself. Nyarlathotep seemed to sense it within me and those red eyes gleamed knowingly. "I can help you, Kenny. I will help you to evolve. If you don't, your powers will only continue to grow. Your eldritch power will only get stronger and when they do, you won't be able to control them."

Hearing these words made me lower my gun and suddenly I was filled with uncertainty. "No… That can't happen… This power I have… It's never…," But I was filled with doubt now. I didn't know what to think anymore. From behind me, even Cartman looked puzzled by this.

"Let me help you," Nyarlathotep offered again. "Join us and we will help you to have control. But if you don't… Your eldritch power will grow out of control. You won't be able to stop it. Soon you'll end up hurting your loves ones. You don't really want that now, do you?"

All eyes were on me now. They all wanted to know my answer. Despite my doubts, there's no way in hell would I ever agree to join this doomsday cult. Nyarlathotep couldn't be trusted. "Take your generous help and shove it up your ass," I snapped.

Nyarlathotep's red eyes gleamed dangerously at me and I heard animalistic growling that sent waves of terror through me. I think I pissed him off. For a frightening moment I thought Nyarlathotep would kill me on the spot. But instead he growled out a bone-chilling command. "Kill them…"

I spun around in time to see the Starry Wisdom cultists immediately move in to surround Cartman and me. One of them pulled out a ceremonial-looking dagger to use as a weapon and he came at me with it. "Don't just stand there, Kenny! Shoot the bastard!" Cartman yelled impatiently. I think I froze up so Cartman hurriedly moved in front of me with his gun ready. "Never mind. I'll do it myself!"

With that, Cartman pulled the trigger and shot the cultist in the neck. It was a gruesome way to die. Only the cultist didn't die. To both our shock, Cartman and I gaped in amazed horror when we saw something truly grotesque. The cultist's whole body shuddered and then from out of his mouth slithered out what appeared to be a black disgusting tentacle. It kinda looked like a slimy black tongue… That's when we realized that these were no ordinary humans. These cultists were some kind of eldritch-infested beings. Soon more of them were rearing back their heads and more black slimy tentacles popped out of their mouths. And they moved threateningly toward us with their ugly tentacles whipping dangerously.

Cartman and I backed away from them. The next thing I know, the church was filled with the deafening roars of gunfire as Cartman and I fired our guns at the cult members. I fired at the writhing black tentacle and watched with sickening horror as the cultist finally dropped to the ground dead and the black tentacle seemed to dissolve into a messy puddle that smelled absolutely putrid. So the best way to kill em' was to aim for the black tentacle, eh?

But I grabbed Cartman by the arm and started to pull him away. "Come on! There's too many of them! We've got to get out of here!" I urged.

"How the hell do we get out?" Cartman asked. We've been backed into a corner. The cultists blocked our escape to the front-door. There was nowhere for us to escape through. Nowhere except…

"The window!" I pointed out. With that, I used my gun to smash through the window. As I'd hoped, the window broke easily and bright sunlight came pouring in. This was our exit. I crawled through the window first and safely made it back outside.

Cartman kept his gun pointed at the Starry Wisdom cultists who have surprisingly backed away at once and seemed to keep their distance from the sunlight. "Ya'll better get your tall, dark and ugly asses back!" Cartman warned them. "When we come back here, you all better be gone!" Cartman started to crawl out the window, but then he stopped, and turned back with a final insult. "Use deodorant next time!" With that, he exited the church was able to catch up with Kenny.

As soon as they were gone, from inside the cellar, Nyarlathotep stirred restlessly inside. He too was staring hatefully at the sunlight. The window would have to be repaired by tonight. And then the Outer God would proceed taking his revenge out on the puny human who continued to defy him. Kenny McCormick was an unusual breed but he showed a lot of promise. Oh yes, Nyarlathotep would delight in watching the McCormick kid spire into everlasting madness…

After escaping from the Starry Wisdom Church, Cartman and I ran all the way to our high-school where we got a couple of scoldings from our teachers for being so late. Now we were having lunch at the cafeteria where Cartman was eagerly telling our friends about what happened at the church. I felt too tired and quietly sat in between Stan and Kyle while taking a greedy bite out of my pepperoni pizza. I was starving and was glad to sit here with my friends. It was probably the first time I felt safe. Instead I listened as Cartman entertained us all with scary tales from the church.

"So get this. I pulled out my gun and shot the bastard before it could rip Kenny to pieces," Cartman was saying excitedly. "And then a big ugly tentacle came slithering out. It was gross! It looked like a cross between a tongue and a tentacle."

"Eww, gross," Butters said making a disgusted face.

"That didn't happen," Kyle said doubtfully. "You're just making shit up."

"No I'm not, Kahl," Cartman insisted. "Don't believe me? Ask Kenny! He was there with me. I'm telling you, guys. These cultists aren't human."

"So how'd you get out?" Clyde wanted to know the rest of the story.

"Kenny broke a window and we were able to slip away," Cartman explained. "But there's no doubt about it now. That cult definitely had something to do with the craziness that happened last night." Everyone agreed about this.

"Y-Yeah. Tell me about it," Butters said while eating his Salisbury steak. "Last night my dad went so crazy that he tried to burn our house down and stole his own car. I think he's still sitting in a jail-cell."

"That's nothing," Clyde piped up. "Somebody threw a large neon-sign through my bedroom window. Then someone drove their car right through our living-room. They never found out who did it, though."

Stan also had a funny story to share. "My dad got so fucked up last night that he thought it was funny to smash people's cars in with a bat. Now he has to pay for the damages he's done." But then he added with a chuckle. "Somebody kicked him in the balls, dad couldn't remember who." I couldn't help but grin guiltily upon this. Honestly, I don't think Stan minded at all…

"Hey Craig, is Tweek okay?" Token asked. "I heard what happened from my parents. Two crazy guys tried ganging up on Tweek during the chaos last night. What happened there?"

Craig was busily biting into his ham sandwich but swallowed and replied. "Tweek's still shaken up but he's fine. Those two guys? I hear they're still in the hospital. Tweek doesn't like being snuck up on." This brought a proud smile to Craig's lips. His boyfriend was tougher than he looks…

"Look guys, we shouldn't joke about this," Stan said seriously. "We've got to do something about that evil church and its cult. Isn't there any way to stop it?"

"But how do you stop an Outer God?" Kyle pointed out. "Look, I've been doing some research on this Nyarlathotep. Dude, this Outer God is immortal. He can't be killed. This eldritch-being is older than humanity itself. A human wouldn't be able to stop a God of Chaos."

Kyle definitely had a point. A human couldn't stop an Outer God. But sitting there with my boyfriend Stan and listening in to my friends' conversations, I could feel the aura of my eldritch-power living in symbiosis with my human-soul. And yet what Nyarlathotep said still bothered me. Is it true that my power was getting stronger? I've never experienced anything problematic with my power with the exception of constantly respawning after every death. But if my power was getting stronger, and if it overpowered me somehow? No, I couldn't think about that right now. Damn, I need to relax…