Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.

Reminders:

>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include "[Poem]" >* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail >* See Reality Fiction and Simple Prompts for stricter titles >* Be civil in any feedback and follow the rules

🆕 New Here? ✏ Writing Help? 📢 News 💬 Discord

I am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please contact the moderators of this subreddit if you have any questions or concerns.

I will be so happy if This giant beast that just crushed him who is named George

Curious George, or Solidus Snake?

God: Sorry about that I thought I already got rid of him.

Azathoth

Nyarlathotep

I no clue

[This is my first time writing in this sub, so let me know if I need some improvement.

It was a moment of unshakable terror followed immediately by a moment of utter silence. Everyone had heard of Cthulhu, yes, either by reading The Call of Cthulhu by Lovecraft himself or by seeing him in some cartoon or game. Everyone knew who Cthulhu was, everyone knew how dangerous he was; a colossal abomination with a cult of unknown number, the priest of amoral entities known as Outer gods who saw humans in the same light as humans saw ants or bees. A deep space horror himself who's presence enters the mind of those who write, those who draw and those who work.

Everyone knew Cthulhu wasn't real... Or rather that he wasn't supposed to be real. But he was. This creature was not the product of a man's own mind, H.P. Lovecraft was uttering a warning, one day Cthulhu would awaken completely and from his house of R'lyeh and plunge the world to chaos. First came the city.

All the way out in the middle of the Pacific ocean, the waves swung with a great aggression. A spire composed of some slimey moss-green material arose from the depths, followed by other structures, buildings and statues of the same green material. Helicopters flew in to see the great city in all its glory. People all around the world looked upon the city in amazement; for so great and well-formed was R'lyeh, unlike anything seen on earth before. This amazement was mixed with curiosity and fear as they saw the images of great old ones across the corners of the city.

Perhaps most jarring about the city was how non-Euclidean it was, as if the whole city and the island it rested on were built on a tilted angle. The main event took place when the cameras were settled upon a single hideous monolith-crowned citadel with an equally enormous tomb. Down on the surface, an enormous assembly of men and women from all across the different countries bowed before it wearing hooded robes. The helicopters went closer and a chant was caught upon the microphones. "Rise Cthulhu, awaken great dreamer!"

There were some at home who shouted at their screens for these cultists to get away, but their pleas went unheard. The tomb opened slowly and those who were present felt the foul stench of rotting carcass hit the air. There in the darkness of the citadel, a pair of enormous red eyes opened to the world. People dropped their hammers, pencils and remotes at this. Then two scaly, rubbery-looking hands, prodigious claws on both touched the sides of the tomb, they were just as green as the rest of the city, as if the two were composed of the same substance. At this moment, computers, televisions and medical equipment began to flicker and turn themselves on and off. Then he pulled himself forward, he was just as H.P Lovecraft had described him.

An octopus-like head whose face was a mass of tentacles, supported atop a humanoid body a scaly, rubbery-looking body, same claws upon his feet just as his hands. Behind him, long, narrow wings spread forth. At this there was a wide effect across all who gazed upon his body. The cultists, both those on R'lyeh and those who waited for him began to tear their clothes and holler in wide cheer, those of weak minds fell at the sight, either dead from fright or merely unconscious, and those strong-minded felt a wave of helplessness wash over them.

And then came what was not expected. From the clouds above R'lyeh came a blinding white light, as if the sun itself were coming down. The mayhem across the world ended, the cultists fell silent and attention was brought to the sky. From among the clouds came a huge blast of fire and without a single chance to defend himself, Cthulhu was crushed, incinerated in a single second along with all the men and women who were awaiting his return, both on R'lyeh and on dry land. As the fire settled upon Cthulhu's corpse, a closer look revealed that this was no mere fireball, but a hand.

The fiery hand stretched up into an arm and this arm was attached to a figure whose clothes were of pure white light, practically impossible to see. Behind this figure were six huge wings of fire. Two wings were covering its face, two more were closed behind it and the last two were below, possibly covering the figures legs. Directly above the figures head was a ring of gold light covered in sapphire flames. All those who were previously in fear, now felt a wave of peace.

This figure looked directly at the cameras of the helicopters and opened its mouth to utter only one word: "Forget."

And with that, the whole world which had previously witnessed the rise of Cthulhu, never spoke of it. Not even a passing thought. The whole matter was done with as if it had never happened. And the city of R'lyeh never resurfaced again. The Great Old Ones awaiting the Call of Cthulhu would be trapped in their death-sleep forever.