Plugging your brain into a psychic network for Elder Things to watch through your eyes as you hunt down monsters using gross body horror superpowers? In this economy? Well, if it pays the bills!
Tempus Fugit just wanted to get through the day in peace. Day shift at the store packing shelves. Night shift in the shadows hunting monsters. Some time spent with his boyfriend in-between. Rinse and repeat until the end of time. But then the man on the TV had to start talking.
A novella in three parts and an epilogue.