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Argentum_sum t1_jdrpodg wrote
This absolutely sounds like something out of an actual episode. Fantastic job!
ZachTheLitchKing t1_jdrsbum wrote
Thank you so much! I loved Inside Job and it broke my heart to see it canceled :( I'm glad that I can channel that love into some entertaining shorts :)
NextEstablishment856 t1_jdpcwv6 wrote
Nyarlhotep, or President Northrup to the world of men, watched with barely concealed glee as the ocean boiled. How long he had waited. How long he had played these games.
Now, a few more prods, a few more chants, and everyone would be here. Not Hastur, of course. Not after that mess at the ice rink. But that was no great loss. And it meant Squigoloth would come. That guy was a hoot! Well, not "guy" so much as bubbling mass of flesh and organs. Still, the funniest of the elder gods.
As a green arm rose from the sea, making him think of a zombie movie, an aide gave a small cough for his attention.
"Can't you see I am busy? It better be ftaghn important."
"It is, sir. We are getting a request for gelato, and the current... conditions are making it impossible to provide."
"Ah tell me it isn't Yog-Sothoth."
The aide handed him a cell phone.
"Yoggy, old pal, why are you asking for gelato? You know the boys can't swing that right now... Listen, let me get Cathy set here first, then we... No I'm not saying old C-dog is more impor-... NO, WE CAN'T GET GELATO RIGHT NOW!" He hung up and handed the phone back to the aide. "Family, right?"
running_from_the_IRS t1_jdpz2j1 wrote
Love the reference to Old Man Henderson.
thrownawaz092 t1_jdr2aim wrote
We should have known better
Maybe not that this exactly would happen but looking back it was clear something was off. Normally when we arrive at a new planet, hardly more than a show of force is necessary to force surrender and a whole planet of new slaves. Sure there are always pockets of resistance, but humanity was the first to keep fighting even after losing half their population.
Soon after we began the culling we offered terms, and reminded them that a life of servitude was better than no life at all. Their leaders and diplomats refused flat out, proclaiming something about 'the spirit of humanity' and how it could not be tamed, or some such rubbish that we have all heard a million times. It was true enough, despite their lack of technology and numbers they were ferocious on the battlefield, but that will only get you so far.
We quickly cut their numbers in half and approached them again, thinking they had learned their lesson.
They met us with a call for vengeance and said that this would not be allowed to go unpunished.
At this point, we could have just started capturing them, but that tends to cause issues of resistance down the line. So many would think that we somehow fear them, and would strike back against their masters and cause small disruptions in our supply chains. No, you have to break them. A defeated slave is an obedient slave. We would let them dash themselves on our weaponry until they learned how futile it all was.
When they were slaughtered to a mere tenth of their original population we came again and demanded their surrender.
The venom and hatred in their response was honestly impressive, I never thought I would appreciate such visceral but these apes took it to an art form.
It ultimately didn't matter though, it was decided to simply kill them all. Can't have other races thinking this is a viable strategy after all. shame really, all this death could have been avoided, all this effort could have been for a new slave force but nooooo, they just had to be stubborn to the very end. With the last of them dwindling fast, it was decided to give them one last chance. The ones still alive were the most tenacious, the most desperate to survive, and therefore the most likely to agree to our terms. It would take several generations of breeding to get a worthwhile population, but at least we would get something out of this, and that 'spirit' they had shown could make for some very hard working slaves in the long term.
We reached out one last time, and gave one last offer.
"Fuck you."
And they cut the call
Oh well we tried, time to finish the job.
But they stopped fighting. At this point, after seeing the scrapyard junk they threw together to fight us, I whole heartedly expected the last human to go down throwing rocks. Instead they just... Gave up?
"What are they doing?" Asked Melliki'ttr. "Normally I wouldn't care less, but these apes are always up to something. Let's check the imagery, worst case scenario we get free Fetnlix." I responded in a bored tone. With a satellite in geosynchronous orbit we quickly saw what they were up to. "Ok, they've drawn a circle on the ground... And... What?! Oh my stars!" Laughed krev. "That's a, what did they call it? A Pentagon? They're turning to their gods!" We all had a laugh at that. Then we continued laughing as we fed off each other's energy. After a few minutes we finally calmed down enough to have a conversation again. "I can't believe it, they're so desperate to win they're willing to dilude themselves like that! They- waiiiit, guys come see this!" They were really committed to the bit! Hooded robes, chanting in an old language, scattered bones, but all of that was second to them self terminating! All but one who was, 'assisting' the rest in self termination. "Well, at least they did our job for us!" Melliki'ttr quipped.
On Earth
"For thousands of years I lay dormant, who has disturbed my-
"Hey, Cthulhu!"
"Oh it's you. Explain idiot!"
"Well this is kinda a weird ask..."
"Look, I've granted plenty of boons over the millennia, whatever it is I'll forget it by the end of the week."
"That's the thing though, I'm not looking for a boon, I just wanna wake and release you."
"...What?"
"I-
"No I heard you, but what!? You do realize that I'm gonna end your reality, right!?"
"Yeah"
"Everything, not just the earth."
"Uh-huh"
"Forever, with no escape."
"That's the idea."
"That includes you. A literal eternity of madness and suffering. I don't care about your devotion, you don't want that."
"I know, still doing it though."
"Dude are you ok?"
"Well" Tyler said, looking up at a sky with too many stars, "it's not for me."
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thrownawaz092 t1_jdr2eok wrote
Back on the ship
"He's just been standing there." Krev said, narrating what we were all seeing. After watching the last human just stand and twitch for several minutes we were getting kinda bored. "Do we just take the shot?" I asked. "At this point I kinda just want to leave, let him enjoy his madness." Then he just, died. I would say he fell over, but his body contorted in ways I know it's not supposed to, and that was a lot of blood. Well, a lot of new blood. Suddenly, a sound so deep that it was more felt than heard made it all the way up to our ship. We looked through the satellite to see the planet had cracked in half! "I'm sorry, WHAT?!" I was struck with horror as what was undoubtedly a dimensional rift simply manifested drop the core of the planet.
I wish it was merely all hell that had broke loose.
I don't know why I was so lucky, or perhaps unlucky, but I was distracted by great tentacles that ripped the planet apart. My friends looked directly at it. "I, I-I I I IIIIII HA! WHAT FE-" was the last thing I understood out of Melliki'ttr's mouth, because the deck erupted with similar shouts that instantly became indiscernible. I looked around the room and quickly noticed everyone on surveillance had gone mad. One sane crew member leaned over to check a partners terminal and joined his laughing brotheren. Was just looking enough then? I tuned to look as well, but stopped myself just in time. The planet was becoming an asteroid field, something was coming out, and there were eyes. Eyes everywhere. I didn't see them, but they saw me and I knew they were there. I stood there, no longer an officer, no longer a commander, but prey of an unknown predator. I don't know how long I was there, deaf and deafened by the screams of those who surrounded me, but I stood. What could I do? Run? What good could that do? More good than standing. That little voice in my head was the only reason I was able to climb to this rank. With nothing but the goal of running in my mind, I slowly took action. "Everyone! I'm ordering a full retreat! Anyone who can, disable all surveillance software and do not look directly into the planet!" I shouted into my communicator and ran to the flight deck. Someone activated the emergency system alert, which gave me hope that I wasn't the only sane person left. Bursting into the flight deck I grabbed the controls before immediately being thrown to a wall as the entire ship bucked. Holding my head where it struck the wall, I limped back to the pilot seat and checked the damage. Engine 4 was struck by something, but hopefully still functional. Looking up through the window I focus on finding a way out of the asteroid field that now surrounds us and punch the drive. It had been years since I personally piloted a vessel, but, well, we needed to go. Pulling up, then down we wove through the field towards safety. The hull was getting dinged and scored, but damage was superficial and we pulled out with few ships at our side. I couldn't care about the rest of the fleet, I needed to save who I could, the rest would have to care for themselves. With a clear shot out I activated the FTL system and sat through agonizing seconds passed as the system started going online. As the engines came to life, another one of those midnight tentacles reached out for a neighboring ship, and then we were gone.
It wasn't until we reached our Homeworld that I relaxed. Even without needing to operate a ship with a fraction of a functional crew it was still a stressful journey. We needed to get away from whatever had happened, whatever I did not see. Whatever my mind rebelled against the very concept of. It wasn't until weeks later, after reports, conferences, psyche evaluations and dealing with the press that I was finally authorized to take some leave. Taking a step into the night of my first day off, I felt the crisp air blow softly around me and exhaled. Did that really happen? How could it? Would a vacation really be all I needed to recover from this? As I looked up into the night sky, I noticed something off,
There was a patch of stars out there, that were replaced with void.
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ChronicallyUnceative t1_jdrubzc wrote
Goddamn, that was amazing
thrownawaz092 t1_jdrve5v wrote
Thank you!
439115 t1_jdr60kk wrote
>This guy's an idiot, he's gone and done it again.
>>what happened
>The fucking president's asked to summon CTHULU. like dude, does he WANT humanity to end ugh
>>dude... wtf. god knows what's happening in his skull
>There's nothing happening in his skull, he's just a full blown idiot and i can't believe i got tricked into voting for him
>>you what
>>honestly josh i thought better of you
>Look, I thought he was ok when he was running, because he promised to up the budget on science research to "save the planet"
>And he really did get my hopes up by increasing our research grants after his election
>But like it went all downhill from there
>Like sure, it was fun when we went back to the moon, when we went to mars, then in an unbelievably short period of time, we discovered intergalactic travel and found out about aliens
>Then this massive idiot just fucking tosses a nuke at them. FOR NO REASON LIKE WHY
>>yeah that
>>i dont get that either
>>remember when he made the public apology only to declare war on the aliens the next day
>YEAH i swear this guy
>I dont even know how he's still in power. like you'd think the population know by now he's just playing them
>Patriotism, Earth or bust bullshit he's just gonna kill us all
>Not to mention everyone else I know is dead...
>>hey, i miss my family too. but what can we do huh
>>we can't sit here and cry over it while that rat finds a way to kill the rest of us
>>i know a friend in the cthulhu program. i texted her and she's just replied to me
>>Forwarded from Celine 💉: LOL it's fucked the cthulhu we managed to summon was tiny, i think even my cats would beat it in a fight
>>we've got nothing to worry about... for now
>I just want to leave this place
Nomyad777 t1_jdstr2j wrote
"Don't make us do this, please." Electorate Kala, elected leader of Humanity, begged the inter-dimensional aliens that were attacking Earth. "Don't..."
In High Earth Orbit, a city-destroying laser charged up, ready to blast through the venerable wall of debris below.
"I..." Electorate Kala slumped, her hand pushing the button and firing a simple electronic circuit.
"THIS IS AN AUTOMATED BROADCAST BY THE TERRA FIRMA SYSTEMS UNION GOVERNMENT. TO THE SCP CONTAINMENT FOUNDATION AND QUANTUM TEAM RESEARCH LABORATORIES, CODE BLACK HORIZONS HAS BEEN REMOVED. LAST STAND PROTOCOLS ARE IN EFFECT. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO USE EVERYTHING IN YOUR ARSENAL WITHOUT RESTRICTIONS, INCLUDING COLLATERAL DEATH OF CIVILIANS.
"TO THE CIVILIAN POPULATION OF THE TFSU, THE XK-BUNKER SYSTEM IS CLOSED. MAY SOME OF YOU SURVIVE THE ONCOMING WALL OF DEATH.
"TO THE SOURCE OF THE CODE BLACK HORIZONS AND LAST STAND PROTOCOL, THIS IS YOUR FAULT."
A nuclear device detonated in the distance, over a containment facility housing a single infamous anomaly. Every electronic device suddenly showed a picture of a man on a mountain and four pixels of some creature in the background, before instead switching to randomly flashing memetic kill agents. Every speaker played the deadliest assortment of audiocognitohazards that were known.
Scientists turned on creations who had been designed to not be, and all over... everywhere, death grasped the invading army.
A single tear dropped down Electorate Kala's cheek as the Earth not only burned, but died right under her feet. She closed her eyes, and let the end hit her.
SCP-682 Has been nuked, as per protocol.
SCP-096 has been shown, as per protocol.
SCP-048 has been unlocked, as per protocol.
SCP-008 has been dispensed, as per protocol.
SCP-963 has left Foundation property to become somebody else's problem.
SCP-076 has been given a target.
SCP-106 has been released.
SCP-8001 KATHULU has been summoned. Evra vesque Inumiki!!!
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ZachTheLitchKing t1_jdqoz5l wrote
<Sci-Fi>
[Established Universe: Inside Job]
"Wait, that was an option the entire time?" the President asked, looking out the White House window at the alien mothership that was trying to land on the Washington Monument. It continued to lower itself halfway down the monument and then lift back up. The President had no idea how the statue was somehow delaying the invasion but was grateful for the first time since his inauguration photo op that the massive brick waste of space existed.
"Yeah, totally," Rand said, leaning back in the chair with his feet up on the President's desk. Respect was not a language the CEO of Cognito Inc. spoke, "I mean, I'd give that thing a fifty megaton enema right now if I could find the remote. Nuke that bastard back into the Kuyper Belt. Damn waste of a nuke, locked up in that big stone penis," he grumbled.
The President pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Fuck it, summon Cthulhu."
"Way ahead of ya," Rand said, finishing sending a text message to his daughter.
On the other side of the city, way below ground at level negative-seventy-seven. Reagan Ridley's phone buzzed on the table. Yet another text from her asshole father. She wanted to ignore it, but the buzzing persisted, so she swore and checked the messages. The message spam that her dad flooded her phone with had buried the initial message so she had to scroll past a bunch of Pick up and Buzz buzz! messages.
"Whaddup Space-Jamma Mamma?" Brett, the too-handsome blank slate of a human asked, wheeling up on an office chair next to Reagan.
"My dad needs us to summon Cthulu," Reagan said, tossing her phone over her shoulder to the floor while going back to pouring her eighth cup of coffee, "Something about an alien invasion or some shit, I don't know."
"OH!" Brett said, "So that's why Independence Day is trending on Twitter," he pulled out his phone and pulled up a gif of the mothership on the monument, "I thought they were filming another sequel." His excited expression melted into a frown, "Awww, does this mean we're not getting an I.D. 3?"
"Only if God exists and is merciful," Reagan muttered, "Just go to conference room 666 and tell them Project Green...light? Green smoke? Just tell those creepy fish fucks they can do the ritual."
"Can-do boss!" Brett said, standing up with a salute.
"And wear a poncho!" Reagan called after him, not wanting Brett to follow her around smelling like fish eggs all day.
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