With ten billion fingers, That Which Sleeps While Wakeful entered  the office, each of its fingers simultaneously flexing and weaving into thousands of shapes at any given time as it crossed the room to take its (for lack of a better term) seat across from Tim at his desk.

As the creature settled, Tim did one last check to make sure everything was ready. His files were prepared on the side while his grimoires had been placed under his chair. With everything set he reached out to the side of his desk and pressed the record button on the old tape recorder he set up in the room. It may have been out of date, but cassette tapes were generally less dangerous to record on than digital mediums. Even so, Tim knew that he would likely have to do some serious editing after this meeting to make sure the tape was safe for more sensitive audience to listen to.

He pulled up the report and skimmed through it once more, unfortunately he knew that his client was going to be one of the more difficult ones, "Look Sir, Madame, and/or other we-" 

That Which Sleeps While Wakeful swiftly corrected Tim, doing so by bulging out three of its eyes, which then dripped away into two thousand separate eyes that darted around together to draw impossible geometries before, merging into one large eye that watched him intently on the table. Most people would have been driven mad from the sight. As the earth's only Ambassador of Eldritch Affairs, Tim was immune to the cognitive effects of eldritch entities and was able to understand the creature fairly easily. 

"Oh of course, my mistake," he apologised, realising that he had been somewhat rude, "look Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ there have been reports that you've been accepting summons by cultists to Stone Harbour. We would politely ask if-" That Which Sleeps While Wakeful screeched through its eye, releasing a defaning wail. 

Great, Tim thought, not only did I piss Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ off, that was at least a level 4 cognitohazard. I'll be stuck editing all night if Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ keeps making noise like that. 

"We understand that you need to be summoned for your wakeful rest," honestly they had no idea why this thing wanted to be summoned. The only people who seemed to understand started rambling on about how reality was an illusion and dreams where the truth before refusing to sleep until they died from insomnia. Tim on the other hand just grew really bored when he read up what its reasons were in the report, and so forgot, he didn't however want his client to know that. "but the region is home to a number of major tourist attractions and an endangered species of-" 

That Which Sleeps While Wakeful dropped a horse-like tooth from its ear in confusion. Tim sighed as he knew that telling Z̷̑̿͑̀͠ͅǐ̵͈͚r̷̫͍̬̥̳̃m̸̲̽̐á̸̢̲͕͔̒̾d̵̩̄͑̓͠͝a̷͙͊͋͆̕m̶̮͍̓̃̅͗̈͆͌̕ humanity's reasons for why they didn't want a madness-inducing eldritch abomination on the east coast was a bad idea. So he'd have to rely on different tactics. 

Tim reached under his seat and pulled out one of his grimoires. An unabridged 4th edition copy of The Book of Woven Infinity. Not as popular as the Necronomicon or The King in Yellow by any means, but it would be more useful in this situation. 

He flipped the book to a random page, knowing that it would be the one he needed. Before he attempted to recite the spell within. Attempted being the correct term as the words were not made for human lips. However That Which Sleeps While Wakeful joined in, it's chant beautiful and deranged, the Chant clawed its way out of That Which Sleeps While Wakeful's throat. The chant wildly danced around the room, crashing into the walls and even knocking over the tape recorder on the table. Though Tim hoped that the recorder would be fine he also knew that this was not the time to think about that right now as he continued to chant with That Which Sleeps While Wakeful. 

Soon enough lights formed in the room as the entire universe consolidated itself within the enclosed space. Perhaps if this were Tim's first time doing this he would be transfixed on the majesty. Instead —a somewhat tired— Tim grabbed hold of a single galaxy with two of his fingers, careful not to damage it as he placed it within the book and shut it tight within. As smoke began to rise from the pages he threw it against the wall in the distance, opening a hole to who knows where.

That Which Sleeps While Wakeful melted with delight as it transformed into a vaporous liquid and leaped into the hole in the wall.

Checking to confirm that all of That Which Sleeps While Wakeful was out of the room, Tim spoke a word forgotten to the universe, as it Immediately crashed and rippled into itself before returning the room back to its initial state.  Tim checked the tape recorder to confirm that it was intact, He was mildly concerned when the tape tried to run away as he picked it up, but he was fairly certain that it recorded everything. He just needed to edit it before showing it to his supervisors. Maybe give it a cookie or something to keep it under control. 

In the meantime he placed the Cassette tape into a plastic bag as it struggled against him before locking it in a briefcase to make sure it wouldn't escape. He then placed the tape recorder back on the table before he gathered any notes that had been blown away during the last display. Finally he placed the Grimoire under his chair with the others once more. All set he patiently sat at his chair for his next client, before a lawn of teeth began forming along the floor, informing Tim that They Who Feast Upon Enigmas had entered his office. 

Many creatures exist on the small chunk of rock all of them unique in their own way but we’re all limited in our perspective. I, however, am not. It’s been a few years since the first extraterrestrial visit and let me tell you it was not pretty. A lot of people died from sheer incomprehensibility if the true form of our visitor from another system, their name was aldaboatha the large eye. Fun guy once you get to know him, he’s just looking for new civilisations to document and learn about a planet sized historian. However due to a lot of people limited minds they died and we had to evacuate the cities he was sitting above, but I stayed because I could see him. I talked with him and learned about so many new things a lot of which aren’t possible with our technology but it was still fascinating. Sadly they had to leave and continue their travels but I offered an open invitation to comeback whenever they want.

Clearly word got around that I could comprehend these creatures because soon enough another came this time xidorhax, a mess of metal and scrap with countless features to others, but to me they were just a big robot looking for directions and a pit stop so I hung out with them for a bit pointed them in the right direction and they were off again.

At this point world governments decided to appoint me space creature negotiator. A rushed title but a title nonetheless, so now it’s my job to communicate with them and give them what I can be that directions, a message from another creature, or just a nice chat about whatever. I have to go now another ones just entered the atmosphere,bye for now.

The creature appeared one day preaching in unknown tongues, the people were terrified and most fsinted from shock, trapped in waking nightmares the likes of which no human should ever witness.

All I saw, however, was the bastard of a sea urchin and an octopus, doing the eauivalent Jehovah's witness' door to door evangelism. He was asking people to 'see the truth' and join his brethren in the one religion. To join their version of heaven, all he asked is to be invited inside... Inside people's mind that is, apparently they communicate like that, as you know that wasn't exactly the best of ideas for a species who isn't used to having their minds invaded or messed with.

As more came the government tried many things to get rid of them however nothing seemed to work until they found me. I was the only one who seemed able to understand or even properly perceive these creatures, and thus here I am on my first official 'appointment' to properly document a first contact scenario.

"Hi! Welcome to Earth Embassy #1, my name is Biff and I'll be the one to receive you. I hope you don't mind the lack of other people. There haven't been many who can understand uh um... 'Outerworld' affairs. You know what I mean?"

The mass of eyes and rings resembling a biblical accurate throne angle moved up and down, flapping their wings and spinning their rings. "YOU CALL YOUR NAME BUT NOT YOUR RACE? A MEETING BORNE OF MISSING INFORMATION WILL LEAD TO DAMNATION"

"Oh uh, my apologies I figured your people already knew the moment you came. We call ourselves human you see. We refer to ourselves as humankind"

"HUE-MON? VERY WELL HUE-MON WHAT IS THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR HUE-MON-KIN'S ANGER? WE SPECIFICALLY ASKED TO REMOVE YOUR FEAR FROM YOUR MINDS"

"It's pronounc- nevermind, you see my people can't properly um, perceive? your. Many peoples brain simply can't handle your appearances or voice for some reason. A lot of them are in the hospital right now you see?"

The room seems to get darker, colder and the feeling of 'wet' permeates the air.

"YOU CALL US HIDEOUS? TO THE EXTENT OF BODILY HARM? HOW DARE YOU MORTAL!?" The creature is infuriated by the misunderstanding.

"No, no! Thats not what I meant! It's like um, like trying to imagine a new color it's simply impossible and yet when our brains are Forced to do something similar, things can-"

"LIES! I HAVE CREATED MANY COLORS, OBSERVE!"

The room goes through various hues turning into something similar to the time I did acid but somehow way worse.

"Ah! Stop stop! This is what I mean! So many colors at once will hurt eben the healthiest of people!"

I call on my knees as I close my eyes and clutch my head, but I can still see the colors inside my mind.

"HUE-MON I CAN FEEL YOUR DISTRESS, DOES THIS TRULY HARM?"

Half the eyes on the entity narrow suspiciously while the other half widens in surprise.

"Yes! Please stop!" The colors fade from my mind and I yell at the entity.

"This is what I mean, looking at you or hearing your voices harms people! I'm the only one who can properly perceive you, but if you keep doing that even I will get hurt"

"I UNDERSTAND, HUE-MON-KIN HAS THE B̵̝̘͊͆Ŗ̷̬͌̌A̵̜͔͐̃I̴̩̯̎͐N̶̗̈́Ǹ̵̻̮̾Ŏ̷͉́T̵̮̟̕A̵͇̍͜͠Ḵ̸̛̫E̷͈͖̊Ỹ̸̤̝̅, WE HAVE MET OTHERS WITH THIS ILLNESS, BUT HOW CAN YOU PERCEIVE US? UNLESS... YOURE OFFSPRING OF US!"

"What? No! I've taken a blood test before I'm as human as they come!"

"LIES! THOSE WHO ILL OF B̵̝̘͊͆Ŗ̷̬͌̌A̵̜͔͐̃I̴̩̯̎͐N̶̗̈́Ǹ̵̻̮̾Ŏ̷͉́T̵̮̟̕A̵͇̍͜͠Ḵ̸̛̫E̷͈͖̊Ỹ̸̤̝̅ CANNOT GIVE BIRTH TO THOSE WHO CAN PERCEIVE US! TAKE ME TO YOUR BIRTHGIVERS"

I sigh "That's not possible"

"MORTAL! TAKE ME TO THEM"

"Well they are kinda um dead?"

"NONSENSE I SENSE THE CONNECTIONS TO YOUR BIRTHGIVERS ARE STILL STRONG"

"Wait what do you-" Before I finish my sentence I see the water in the room surround us like a veil. The water then forms into an eye that stares down at the creature.

"WHAT! HUE-MON WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" All eyes on the creature turn angry.

"I-I don't know this isn't me!"

The eye made of water ripples and hair IS as it shrinks down into a human sized portal and a graceful figure walks out.

"Sigh, I was hoping to keep this a secret until your 100th birthday but I guess 23 will have to do. Therones you've ruined my plans!"

"Q-QUEEN! MY DEAREST APOLOGIES I-" the creature trembled in fear but all I do is stare at the figure that came out of the portal, tears welling up in my eyes as I once again drop my knees.

"M-mom?"

I can see entities or creatures. Whatever you want to call them. Usually you just call them John Smith or Jane Johnson. They tend to go by very forgettable names. They want to blend in and you see them as the average person because of that. I don't. I see the truth behind the magic.

The first time I saw this I was about 6 or so. I didn't think much of it because the person had 6 eyes and that was the only difference. The next time I was 14. I ended up in a psych hospital for two weeks. I thought I lost my mind. Until the usual nurse that was on vacation, came back.

She has 8 arms, 100 eyes, and teeth that look like they'll shred your soul. She was also the nicest person I've ever met. She explained to me, after I calmed down from my episode, that I wasn't losing my mind. That she really looks like that and what I've seen is the truth behind the veil.

We talked for hours. She showed me pictures of friends and even from photos I could see the truth. We figured out that for some reason, I was able to see the entities. For the last 10 years it was just the occasional one when I went to the market, movies, etc. But the day I saw Cthulhu at the beach I about shit myself. I mean I was pretty sure my bikini was ruined.

When he saw my reaction he came over to talk to me. Apparently a normal human hasn't seen him since H.P. We talked about H.P.'s books and the horror that he's painted as. He explained that while he used to plan on destroying humanity, he changed his mind. He said humanity is destroying itself and he's just sitting back now enjoying retirement for the next 40 years while we finish ourselves off.

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