You'd never expect alphabet soup to bind you to a eldrich entity to become its agent but then again you'd never expect your aunt to be the previous agent of said eldrich entity. Standing in a place of nothingness in front of a being that was a quintessential piece of reality and could not be understood by any living thing you knew or else it would drive them to insanity.

"You want me to commit tax evasion?"

Not sure if there was a term for cosmic dissappointment or if you should make one up but you felt it roll off of C'thuzheth the Unknowable Fraction of Reality.

Yes. You felt the words slithe into your mind like thousands of spiders crawling along the riddges of your brain. Tax Evasion.

"No cult sacrifices or hunting down the unholy in your name?" The emptiness rippled every time you spoke. You tried not to look down as you spoke, the fake reality that the entitiy had created for you started to fracture there and it made your brain hurt.

No.

"A cosmic entity of few words I see." The focus - you've never felt an experience quite like it - bore down on you.

It is in direct competiton with another one of the Troxhex.

The length of the sentance surprised you. "But tax evasion?"

MY MEANS ARE BEYOND YOU MORTAL. YOU WILL RECIEVE FUTURE INSTRUCTION.

With that a distinct snap could be felt along with a feeling of inversion, as if you'd been sucked in through your belly button and turned inside out.

Dots of color came into view and gre then came into focus and you find yourself staring into your bowl of soup.

Your aunt looks back at you with a knowning smirk. She set a pile of papers down infront of you. You realized they were your tax forms.

"Your mom gave these to me." She tossed you a pen which you barely managed to catch. "He," She pointed down, "doens't like electronic paperwork either so I'll help you with the first few and see if you can get it from there."

With that, you got to work.