The Unspeakable Vault of Doom is a Lovecraft parody webcomic known for introducing Great Cthulhoo to the mythos. And the shoggies...
Rituals of the Unspeakable Vault
"This is a bad idea," Maddie said.
She stood wearing a red... thing draped over her lab coat. The boys were dressed much the same, Jack's over his orange jumpsuit and Vlad's over his Packer's t-shirt. The hastily dyed bedsheets were supposed to be cultist robes which Vlad insisted were a necessary component. Jack stood with his friend, holding candles and providing the sense of anticipation that she assumed this ritual required. Not that she expected it to work. After all, their summoning circle was drawn out of pink sidewalk chalk. Their 'elder grimoire' was notebook paper scribbled all over with things that Vlad claimed he'd heard out of an antique radio. Their candles were all different scents, their stenches combining into one strange miasma that wasn't even slightly covered by the 'sex on the beach' flavored incense that Jack had found at the creepy store on the edge of town where the stoners bought their drugs.
"This isn't going to work," she said.
Vlad hissed at her.
"It'll work, Maddie, honest," Jack said.
Vlad hissed at Jack. He gave the both of them a solid glare before going back to chanting.
Maddie huffed. This wasn't going to work.
But then... why was the summoning circle going dark?
"Um, guys?" she said.
-00000-
Jack poked at the pinkish mass. Round eyes and strange yellow teeth poked out at all sorts of odd angles. The whole mass was about the size of a small dog, not big enough to leave the circle. He quickly stripped his glove as the mass seemed to eat through the latex.
"Sooo cool..." it moaned.
"Hey, it talks," Jack called.
Vlad glared at the thing inside the circle. "That... is not a shoggoth!" he snapped.
"Sooo rude..."
"Yes, I think so too," Jack agreed. "Vlad, you should apologize to the eldritch horror."
A pair of hands grabbed Vlad by the collar of his cultist robes. He looked into the furious eyes of Maddie. "And I think you need to stop trying to summon things," she growled as she pointed to the shoggie's acid eating through the floor under summoning circle. Pink pseudopods reached beyond the summoning circle.
"Sooo cool..."
"Good idea," he agreed. "Jack, we should make an exit while we can."
"Sooo hungry..."
Jack backed away.