They Call Me The Deep One ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) [CYOA 1 Endbringer SI] + [Eldritch Revelation CYOA]

KarenFromFinance · Dec 28, 2022

Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow. This fanfiction is a creative outlet and is completely non-profit.

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First: This fanfic is a rewrite of my old fic Can Endbringers Be Dummy Thicc?. Also, This fic is a mixture of serious fix-its and crack, so please keep that in mind.

Second: I cannot post the image of the SI's new look due to forum rules so please DM me or check QQ and AO3 for the image.

Third: Thank you all for the kindness and support you have all given throughout my many fanfics. It's been one hell of a year and I hope to keep giving you all a wonderful time via my literary works. Stay safe, have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

Boredom is an incredibly deadly state of mind. It can cause humans to do terrible things just to quell the sense of being idle for too long. On the other side of the spectrum, it could cause grievous amounts of self-harm. In my case, it was more of performing an action that would lead to unforeseen consequences. That is if one considers filling out multiple Choose-Your-Own-Adventure sheets to be dangerous. You see, for a twenty-six year old medical student who had nothing to do except eat, sleep, swim, and play video games, the same old routine brought about an increasing sense of boredom.

So, there I was, seated on my La-Z-Boy rocking chair near the corner of my spacious air-conditioned room. Swaying idly as I typed away in front of my computer. Sometimes my feet would touch the ground and the feeling of the cold wooden floor would distract me from my current goal. Which was figuring out which powers to choose from Worm CYOA 5's rather limited list of Endbringer abilities. A disappointed expression landing on my darkened features as I clicked away.

Most of the powers that were listed did not appeal to me simply because said powers were already being used by other Endbringers. That being said, gravity, illusions, summoning, sandbox, and elementalism forms aside from Hydrokinesis were the only options. The aforementioned options made me want to roll my eyes, simply because they didn't appeal to my personality. Neither did they advance my ideas for what I had imagined.

So, I went to look for other options. Opening a new tab and searching for other Worm CYOA's. I used Worm CYOA 1 as a base for what I had planned. I simply chose my nature of entry and the difficulty setting I wanted before skipping the entirety of the power options. Finally, I chose a few perks and took a penalty in points due to adding a different CYOA into the mix.

I smile for a moment, knitting my fingers together in front of my face. Half of my points used, the other half removed as a penalty, and no powers taken. It would most likely be the first Endbringer CYOA that broke the rules to use a second CYOA. Moving my hands back to my keyboard and mouse, I yawned slightly as I began my search.

Tabbing out of Microsoft Word and back into google chrome for the nth, I opened a new tab and clicked my bookmark for r/makeyourchoice. It was time to choose the "addition" to my rather lengthy hypothetical adventure. The "Heavy Metal Band CYOA" was nsfw and though a musical Endbringer did sound fun, I felt that it was not for me. I searched for "powers" and found some interesting results, like "Power Creator: New Pantheon" and "Abstract Powers 2". Both CYOAs seemed fantastic at first glance, but after much consideration, I decided that they didn't tickle my fancy enough. So, I went back to searching for more results.

Though I was getting quite drowsy due to it being past 3 AM, I was determined to finish my work. I let out a soft yawn and stretched as I continued to browse the titanic list of CYOA's that r/makeyourchoice provided. That is until something finally caught my eye. A smile lands on my lips as my eyes crinkle with delight. I had always been heavily fascinated with HP Lovecraft and Eldritch themes, so naturally, a CYOA entitled Eldritch Revelation would entice me.

I clicked on the link and read some interesting responses to the thread. Most of them had chosen Flesh Sculptor, which was an obvious pick if you inferred what the power could do with just its name. Then I clicked the Imgur link and read what the CYOA had in store for me. The old diary and abyssal bestiary intrigued me. The eldritch guard dog sounded adorable, if not a little bit murderous. Symbiosis, lich's phylactery, and star spawn did not appeal to me. The architect and flesh sculptor both sounded fantastic, I could see why people picked the latter often. I then skimmed through the maddening aura, death wraith, and obsidian skin. They were excellent powers to give to an Endbringer, but I felt that the last option deserved more consideration.

Astral Informant, an eldritch artifact in the form of a mirror. The mirror's reflection would show a living planet that could answer any question. Though the implied price was quite ominous. I narrowed my choices down to four options before feeling my drowsiness get to me. My eyelids are feeling heavy and my body is feeling fatigued. Determination be damned, I needed my beauty sleep. I decided that I would finish my CYOA later.

I saved the document and turned my PC off before going to bed. Laying into the smooth sheets and soft pillows before drifting off into sleep.

[The Unknown]

Through the night, I had a restless, dreamless sleep. It was strange, I always dreamt of something strange or saucy. This night was different however, as soon enough, I felt myself go into a half-awake state. I attempted to turn to my side, but for some reason, the bed felt like it was made of stone. The palm of my hand felt like it was touching granite. My face twisted into that of half-awake confusion. I thought to myself that I must be dreaming now until I felt a cold slimy appendage slide up my bare neck.

Of course, in these kinds of situations, I did the only sensible thing one could do. Scream like a little girl and flail around.

"WHAT THE SHIT?!" I screamed in a high-pitched voice as I opened my eyes, freezing in place to see…a beautiful creature.

Its face was an eldritch amalgam of pink and flesh-colored lattice-like skin. Rows of uneven needle-like teeth dotted its mouth with a chin that split into two making the creature look even more alien than it already was. Its stinger tipped, proboscis-like tongue dragged across my cheek as I continued to admire it. Holes dotted the creature's pale bluish body and pulsing red veins danced across its skin and the tentacles that grew out of its back. Its spine was littered with barbed spikes and its exposed ribcage oozed a blue pus-like fluid. Wobbly tentacle-like legs that ended in finger-like hooves and a long prehensile tail that seemed to wag like an excited puppy.

I steadied myself and stood up slowly. I dusted my pajamas before moving my left hand to pinch my right arm to wake myself up, only to realize that I was not dreaming. My eyes widening in shock, my left eye twitched as I began to slowly comprehend. What stood before me was eldritch perfection. A real Hound of Tindalos stood before me, in all its eldritch glory. Thus, I did the only sensible thing a fanboy such as myself would do.

"RUN AWAY!" I screamed in a manly fashion akin to that of a little girl. Shut up, my scream was manly! Real men scream like little girls when faced with eldritch abominations. Everyday questionable amounts of people disappear and I wasn't about to be another statistic!

'Bark!' The creature attempts to sound like a hurt dog, but all I hear is a shrill and painful noise that made me wince due to being so close to its mouth. Sorry pupperino, I refuse to become your next meal!

I ran and ran, passing by a mirror that seemed a little too questionable for my tastes until I found respite in a darkened alley-like corner filled with runes and books. It was a dimly lit stone corridor with walls that had runes written all over them. The corridor itself was filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, some of which looked like a single touch would make them crumble into dust. Small torches lit the way and the ceiling itself was almost out of reach. There was a black slime on it that I completely ignored, remembering the CYOA.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit tempted to read everything in this place. A wealth of information that existed beyond the realms of comprehension. Only accessible in a land of dreams, a place I couldn't have reached on my own.

However, even though I was struggling to catch my breath, I knew that there were other powers at work, and if I was to put on a show, I would put on one hell of an act. I would be a showstopper. I would become fabulous! More so than I already was at least.

I had to lean on one of the shelves to steady myself and that was when a book fell off the shelf. A suspicious tome with a very familiar name on it. Bound in the skin of unknown creatures with tentacle embellishments and jewels in the shape of eyes that seemed to stare right at me. It was the Necronomicon. The Book of the Dead written by Abdul Alhazred. This wasn't part of the CYOA, but perhaps… Perhaps I could take it in place of a more powerful choice?

I had always fantasized and dreamed of magic, of summoning monsters, and what have you. So it was only natural for me to want this ominous tome. Fun fact, I was also quite the bibliophile in my spare time, so reading a book with real eldritch knowledge sounded quite thrilling to me.

As soon as I grasped the Necronomicon, I had the unholy urge to read it. However, though its persuasive pull was strong, I stood firm against it. I'm not sure how though, perhaps something was affecting my mental resilience while I was in here. Truth be told I should've been left as an insane, blubbering mess upon seeing the hound of Tindalos, yet here I was, living and breathing normally.

After dusting myself off and shivering slightly at the cold of this place, I once again began trekking through the dimly lit halls. This time, at a more relaxed pace.

During my walk I noticed a few of the options laid before me. An old brass locket that would kill me upon touching it, turning me into a lich, A vial of viscous green liquid that would grant me tentacles, and a bubbling, boiling, blue potion that would allow me to change my form. None of these choices interested me.

It wasn't until I arrived in a twinkling hallway that I finalized my choices. There I was with glowing runes in front of the wall I was facing, all of them thrummed with power but none so powerful as the golden run at the center of it all.

A golden rune in the form of a disjointed eye with a multitude of spike-like lashes. Being the curious creature that I was, I reached out to touch it with my right arm. Suddenly the glowing rune shines brightly before fading. A runic golden tattoo now on my right hand. A rune of the same likeness as the one on the wall.

I didn't feel more powerful, which was strange, but the mark was there. A testament to my new power…

Then my attention was drawn towards the rune beside the one I had just touched. A crimson rune in the shape of a disjointed, uneven claw with a spiraling arm. I reached out to touch it, because why not? A crimson light shines through the corridor and I attempt to shield my eyes, but my hand seems to have stuck to the wall. Shortly thereafter, the light fades and I find myself with yet another runic tattoo. Blood red in its color. I pull my hand away from the wall and suddenly a wave of dizziness washes over me. My body suddenly feels heavy as my vision begins to fade. It seems my time within these ancient walls was over. It was time for me to leave…

[Earth Bet- Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean]

I awaken to…life, all around me in all shapes and sizes. The knowledge of what they are, their shape, and what they represent was not conveyed in simple images. It was something else entirely. In every direction, life exists. From large predators to tiny bacteria, I knew them all. Yet as soon as I focused on something, I was immediately aware of literally everything about it. Its life cycle, qualities, age, diet, and even current lifespan.

I also awakened to the sensation of matter. Molecules all around me, and every single atom of water. I could count the sand that composed the seafloor. I could feel and describe everything that composed it. Hydrogen, Oxygen, and traces of other elements and chemicals. I could feel the pressure of tonnes of fluid matter pressing down on me, so much weight, but I simply shrugged it off. It seemed that I was at the bottom of the ocean…

This flood of information should have caused my brain to explode, and yet it didn't. I was fine, in fact, I was aware. I was aware of so many changes.

I couldn't feel the beat of my heart. It didn't feel like I was thinking from my own head. I couldn't feel any muscles move on my face, yet my face still moved, portraying a face of shock.

I was seated on a coral bed, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I was also painfully aware of a certain book that laid idly on my lap. Much to my dismay I was aware of all the contents of the book, all that forbidden eldritch knowledge. I should have gone insane at the mere mention of the extraterrestrial knowledge laid bare before me, and yet I was completely fine. It all felt like a part of me now. A part of my two cores with one of said cores being stored within the Necronomicon's maze of pages.

Wait…I had a core now? The wheels in my nonexistent brain were starting to churn as it dawned on me. I am an Endbringer now. I would have to check, but if I was right, then I was also beneath the oceans of Earth Bet. Well…Shit.

I internally digressed at the thought. Sure, I was happy to finally spread my wings and leave the nest that was my family home, but this was all too abrupt. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I had family and friends that I wouldn't get to see for god knows how long. Also, if I was an Endbringer now, would they even recognize me when I got home? That begged the question as to what I looked like now. So I hatched an idea inside my 'head'.

IF I was an Endbringer now, then my core would have all the information and more. It was as if all my organs had been compressed and added on to an alien supercomputer. It was strange all I needed to do was [Query] and I would get an answer. So simple and yet the process would have been mind numbingly complicated if I still had my old brain.

So strange. Talking about my old body parts now felt so alien to me, and yet I was stuck here having to accept the new normal. Anyways, back to the matter at hand. I focused internally and sent an internal query as to what I looked like right now.

[Query: Current state and form.] All at once I was bombarded with information. My current state was Active and my former directive to "Be Worthy Opponents" was scrapped and ignored.

As for my looks, well. Have you ever heard of a Mind Flayer or Illithid? In terms of height, weight, and build, mind flayers were roughly comparable to thin humans, but it was at this point that any external comparison to humanoids ended. A mind flayer's body was, in fact, a gruesome mockery of the humanoid form. An illithid's flesh was soft, supple, moist, and rubbery, resulting in an unmistakable texture easily distinguishable from any other creature by anyone familiar with it. Their skin ranged from mauve to greenish-violet in color. Mind flayers that were healthy from brain-rich diets excreted a thin film of slimy, glistening mucus that kept in moisture and gave off a faint odor similar to onions, garlic, or even vanilla, although the smell was imperceptible from afar. Their blood had a silvery-white color.

An illithid's bulging, ridged, elongated head was reminiscent of an octopus, with a cluster of four flexible, unsegmented, extendable, purplish-black tentacles surrounding their mouths. The tentacles could range in length from 2 to 4 feet (0.61 to 1.2 meters), appearing shorter when an illithid was at rest. They writhed and undulated almost constantly and absent-mindedly while the illithid pondered or otherwise was not using them, and flexed in anticipation when sentient beings drew close. They were also incredibly dexterous, powerful, and could be fully controlled by the mind flayer to perform both fine and strength-based tasks.

For those who are less savvy with Dungeons and Dragons, think of human-sized Cthulhus without the wings. It seemed I was just that. A Mind Flayer or Illithid that is. However! There were some VERY VERY distinct differences.

From top to bottom I had very obvious personalities and an hourglass figure that could kill a man with desire alone. Above my gorgeous octopus-like face were two large black horns with an inverted upside crown made of pure energy. A blue crystal floated above the crown and idly glowed as I thought. As for the rest of my body… I was bald, with light purple skin, I had deep iridescent purple eyeshadow on my 'eyelids' and I had luscious lashes with deep blue eyes. My eyes were the same shade as the crystal. I had six tentacles in front of my face that ended with a deep purple mauve. The suckers on said tentacles were pretty and pink with the suckers on the tips of the tentacles being heart shaped.

However, the body below was an entirely different story. You see, standing at just a little bit over 14 feet, I was completely and utterly nude. I had breasts bigger than my head with biologically correct mammary glands. I also didn't have a set of male organs down south, instead replaced with a female reproductive organ. I have no idea why I also had thighs and a booty that could crush meteorites, but here I was. Sexy and nakey under the waters of the ocean. Needless to say I was now in the form of one of my old Dungeons and Dragons characters. A sexy illithid with all the massive curves in all the right places.

"Huh…I'm beautiful…" I said this without a voice as I continued, "Wait! I'm more beautiful than I've ever been!"

"LOOK AT ME WORLD, AND GAG ON MY ELEGANZA! OHOHOHOHO!" I laugh maniacally as I jojo posed similar to that of Kars, my favorite villain from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. My bouncing booty and boobas swaying and jiggling with the underwater current as I did so.

Sadly all my actions did was scare away some fish that were swimming by. No voice to be heard, though perhaps that could be changed. However, there were more pressing matter at hand. I was missing my outfit and that was unacceptable. I wasn't a streaker and I wasn't one for public nudity. However, remembering the perks I took I was privy to the Unbound form I had. I wouldn't use it to change my general shape. No, instead I would use it to transform my first endbringer layers into different fashionable outfits!

So there I was touching myself. Not like that you pervert! Anyways, I used my hands to slowly shed off my first layer. Unlike Behemoth whose layers were like rocks, or Leviathan whose layers were like interconnected scales, or even the Simurgh whose layers were like hollow bones, my layers were bouncy and supple. They had the feel of human skin and yet each layer just got bouncier and more stretchy. If my two older brothers were armored and shrugged off attacks, while my older sister predicted and dodged, then I was meant to bounce and reflect. How curious that this would be my design.

Anyways, I focused and molded my first layer changing it into the iconic outfit my character wore in DnD. Puffy black cloth shoulders leading into large gothic sleeves, a black sticker bikini with diamond-like shapes that gleamed purple light to cover my breasts and private parts, a black sash-like skirt that had ruffles, pinned by two indigo roses with eyes at their center, and finally stocking that were almost too tight to fit and ripped with a black to purple ombre.

It was a salaciously sexy and fiercely fashionable look. One that was insanely durable to boot. Once I was done, I gave myself a good query and once over before I was satisfied. Damn I was EXTRA THICC with 69 C's. So dummy was my thicc that perhaps the clap of my ass cheeks might even awaken the dormant endbringers.

With my outfit out of the way I stood there wondering what to do. I could go forth and cause a bit of chaos and mischief or I could save some lives. The decision was tough but in the end, the future doctor inside of me won over. I was going to make my way to Japan. Good thing the Necronomicon contained Teleportation magic.

With a flip of the pages of the book, the sea was aglow with an eerie purplish green light. Then I began to chant.

[Statement: Nglui l' shugnah ot nafl'fhtagn yogfm'log.] In an instant, dark energy was crackling as an ominous portal formed in front of me, water gushing out by the droves as I smirked and slipped through. It was time to show the world the 4th Endbringer.

[Earth Bet - Three Unknown Locations]

Beneath the earth, a hulking titan made of obsidian and cooled magma rumbled in curiosity.

Below the depths, a monstrous serpent decked in green scales swam in excitement.

Beyond the sky, a tall angel beset with manifold wings floated in anticipation, a smirk forming on her lips.

Author's Note:

Translation: Nglui l' shugnah ot nafl'fhtagn yogfm'log. - Gate to the land of the rising sun.

Comments and discussion make the story go faster! I love hearing about your thoughts and theories, so have at it!

As I said before, I cannot post the image of the SI's new look due to forum rules so please DM me or check QQ and AO3 for the image.

Finally, thank you for reading the fanfic. It means so much to me that you read it. Happy Holidays! The next chapter will be up within the next two days!

KarenFromFinance · Dec 28, 2022

Author's Note:

As promised comments make the fic go faster! I am floored by the hilarity and positive reception across the multiple sites this fic is posted in. Thank you all for being such wonderful people.

This chapter features more descriptions so please bear with me. The next chapter will have a lot of dialogue I promise.

I passed through the watery portal with the grace of a fashion goddess as I performed a seductive strut heralded by high pressure waves and dying deep sea fish. Dark energy crackling through the portal as my tentacles writhed in anticipation. The sun glistened on my wet clothes and moist 'skin'. It was time to play with powers not meant for the likes of humanity to comprehend.

Still, I could hear screams straight from vocal cord vibrations and alarms going off straight from the wires themselves. My arrival would meet some resistance it seems. I wonder how people saw me. Then again, I already knew. I could technically read minds by focusing on the neurons firing off in people's brains. Endbringer sight was weird that way.

Still I wasn't worried, far from it. I simply ignored the capes zooming in on my location. I was excited to right the complete and utter wrong that was the Kyushu disaster. Japan always had a special place in my heart. Having been to both Kyushu and Osaka twice, and Tokyo thrice. It was the land of hardworking and disciplined people. A place of industry and tradition. Of cultural evolution and preservation. Yet what was before me and my pet was not at all what I had so foolishly imagined.

The Webnovel's original depiction of the Endbringer attack didn't sound all that bad. Nine point five million losses during Leviathan's initial assault. Three million refugees left without a home. A great and terrible loss, but not devastating when measured against the total population size of japan in the year 1999.

However, Wildbow, talented, and exceptional as they were, did not convey the nuisances of the situation, the tiny details if you will. More than a decade since my Hydrokinetic 'sibling' had attacked, and the once-fertile agricultural lands were still tainted with saltwater. Both the Genkai and Sendai nuclear power plants in Kyushu had been broken open. Most likely due to the battle between Leviathan and Lung. Spread throughout the soil and life in the land was radiation poisoning. Though the rest of Japan had escaped the horrors that its sister isle had faced, what little radiation that had seeped through, only caused the country's situation to worsen.

My hands motioned to cover my lips, a horrified look on my face. If I could still cry, I would have. It was too much. All too much all too quickly.

The rest of the nation had survived, but at what cost? A devastating blow against the nation's overall morale, a sudden surge in destitute refugees, an economic implosion as foreign business slowly died. Combined with the emergence of old and recently triggered parahuman warmongers, like Black Kaze, and you could understand why the once prominent land of the rising sun had sunk like the Titanic.

Japan was by no means abandoned if the feelings of fear and terror in the brains of the humans around me was anything to go by. However, it was broken, and now it was time for me to fix it.

[From the perspective of one Tamiko Ryuuishi aka Mad Hōshu]

It had been years since the Kaiju known as Leviathan had dared to surface on the shores of Kyushu. And many more years since I had lost my son Kenta to the school massacre that claimed the lives of many wayward boys, though his body was never found.

Perhaps he had survived, and I had lost him when that beast had attacked, either way, now was not the time for tears. I had triggered with what the American's called a Tinker power. During the day I had lost my son, the day I lost everything I held dear, I triggered and gained the capability to create ranged devices.

At first, I hid my abilities, not wanting to use them. Seeing as I was a fourty-year-old woman that was unfit to join the Sentai Elite. It was difficult to cope without Kenta.

Months later, I fell into a pit of despair, creating weapons to exact my revenge on those who dared kill my son. I spent many days and nights preparing, but nothing could have prepared me for an Endbringer.

I tried to fight, but I was too afraid. The terrible waves, the sounds of destruction, the screams of my people. All of it was too much. I stood in front of my home, watching in terror as the beast had fought with the cape known as Lung. Perhaps I have him to thank for saving my home, but he was not here now.

Today, of all days, another Kaiju had dared to surface upon Kyushu's shores and I would not allow it. This bouncy inhuman squid woman, wearing a dress that was far too sexy. Today, I face this thing. Today, I make my stand, to avenge my people, to avenge my son.

"Goodbye Kenta, I will see you again soon…" I say this as I kiss the forehead of my son's picture, before placing it in my pocket. I hefted my tinker tech rail-cannon and began my assault with what was left of the Sentai Elite.

However, what I saw was not destruction, it was instead, creation.

The plants and soil, which had been infertile for many years, were growing lush and verdant with every touch of this woman's glowing hands. With a flick of her tentacles, buildings reshaped themselves into structures I never thought possible. Trees and plants grew from the very land she trod. The smog in the air cleared, the radiation levels from my weapons Geiger counter had gone to zero.

Kyushu had been reborn. I…I didn't know how to react. This Endbringer has brought my home back. I-I simply couldn't hold back the tears. Even as a titanic Sakura tree sprang from the ruined, but now refurbished park where I used to take my son.

"Kenta…I miss you, but I will not be joining you today. Our home has been made anew." I say this as my tears wet the photograph of my smiling son…

[Earth Bet – Kyushu, Japan]

I started with the lack of life because the atmosphere was clogged with poison and radiation. I opened the Necronomicon and it floated in front of me, its pages flipping ominously as I focused. I then spread my arms out whilst arching my back as if in ecstasy as I summoned multiple octopus-like tentacles around me.

The tentacles undulated and wiggled as they began to dig deep into the soil, the markings on each of my hands glowing fiercely as I began to use my powers with maddening precision. The tentacles were extensions of my power, a boosted and busted perk allowed me to do this. Shattered Limited was simply amazing!

First, I created a population explosion of malleable bacteria. Then, the gathered bacteria I had forced to multiply had transformed into plants that would rapidly eat up the radiation and saltwater. Slowly throughout Kyushu, my verdant touch was felt. Trees of varying species sprung up from the ground. Ignoring the multiple shouts of "NANI?!" and "H-Hentai!", I continued with my work. Smiling in amusement as I began creating 'new' plants.

Grass greener than biologically possible, grew soft and lush with my command. Plants and fruits capable of removing traces of radiation grew all over the island. Flowers and shrubs capable of cleansing the atmosphere blossomed. It was perfect. I felt a sense of satisfaction, though I wish I could still exhale in relief.

Then, I began with the infrastructure as my tentacles sprung from the ground to give suspicious touches to the buildings and rubble. Slowly but surely multiplying the tentacles in order to reform Kyushu from my memories back in 2018. The inorganic matter flowing like water and bending to my will. My recall was somehow perfect, another perk of being an Endbringer I guess.

I was careful to blend both modern and traditional architecture. It was as if the ancient Edo Period had fused with Modern Japan. It looked like a place where old had met new and created something else entirely. Curving castle-like buildings rising high with glass walls. Temples rising made of wood with a metallic sheen. Stones of varied sizes and types flattened to pave the road.

Soon enough, with each refurbished building and each piece of repurposed debris, I was finished. I was even kind enough to furnish the buildings with various pieces of furniture and appliances. Plumbing would come from natural water producing plants built into the buildings. The water would be completely safe to drink and the temperature could be changed with plant-like instruments that were easy to understand.

Then, I cleaned up the roads and parks, clearing rubble and creating a hybridized asphalt that would be completely safe minus human error of course. I didn't want to create living roads as that would cause more than a few questions. Anyways, I also created street lamps out of trees that glowed a perfect shade of orangish yellow. Said streetlights would mimic the warmth of the sun at night.

I was satisfied with my work, but somehow it felt like it was missing something…

Animals and insects! I forgot to add life that would sustain the newly grown greens of Kyushu! I quickly opened up a portal as all the tentacles around the city receded leaving no trace of the writhing appendages. Just as a few capes arrived, I quickly disappeared and reappeared in a clearing deep within the parks of Kyushu.

The clearing was spacious enough for what I had planned. I began my usual summoning only this time it required some chanting as I began my work.

[Statement: Iä or'azathbthnk ot ehyeeoglw'nafh]

In a blinding instant a titanic tower of titillated tentacles shot up from the magic circle that formed from the ground. Dark magic crackling and buzzing around the tentacles as I began to create new life. With a flex of my powers and core I transformed the tentacles into alien insects. Glittering butterflies, bees that would buzz out anime theme songs, beetles that shot out illusory fireworks and a myriad of other wonderful insects that would spread joy throughout Kyushu.

Then I pondered. I wanted to be inspired and so I thought of something quite fun. You see there is a manga known as Shibuya Goldfish by Aoi Hiroumi. Within the manga lies a story about flying fishes that would eat people. The concept of giant killer goldfish in Shibuya is hilarious, but the author managed to take that concept and make it horrifying. It was an absolutely thrilling read and one that I would recommend buying.

I would create new fauna that would defend the people of Kyushu and even protect them. Out from the tower of tentacles flew out different types of floating alien goldfish that would eat trash and poop rainbows, flying narwhals with horns that glowed in the night to guide people home, dolphins that would act likes flying dogs.

It was then that I also created the piece de resistance of my naturally unnatural flying fauna. You see with these powers I thought about how I could recreate extinct species. Much to my utter delight, the knowledge my golden tattooed left hand provided was more than enough to create the humble megalodon.

It was my artistic privilege and pride that made me want to bring back flying megalodons. However, they would have police sirens on their heads, aid police and capes alike, and best of all, they shot laser beams! Freakin' laser beams man! So out burst forth the megalodons from the final remnants of the tower. With my work finished-!

I was suddenly aware of a very irritating noise in the back of my core. Almost like distant shouting, except repetitive.

[Primary Directive: Be worth opponents!] It shouted, soft yet clear. A noise I could no longer ignore as I 'saw' multiple human life forms approach me. It seems the clap of my ass cheeks has alerted the PRT and other capes from around the world.

Some were wearing articles of clothing that were well designed, while some just 'looked' flat out tacky! Who wears an Armsmaster t-shirt and boxers over power armor? Seriously…Oh god, it was Armsmaster!

It was the early afternoon here in Japan so most of the American heroes and villains were most likely lacking sleep. Armsmaster didn't even have time to change. Although I have to say with my life senses, he wasn't compensating for anything with that halberd.

On the other hand, I could pinpoint the irritating noise from no one other than Eidolon, who was floating above the gathered group of capes with the rest of the Triumvirate. Those chiseled muscles of his were definitely attractive, but the inferiority complex that caused my current psychic irritation was not. I thought Eidolon had no good looks. Why was this Eidolon a physical adonis?!

All these thoughts aside I could understand what they were saying based on the signals that were going off in their brains. It was a strange way of being inside everyone's head, now that I was so focused on them. I could 'hear' them through the vibrations of their vocal cords, and 'understand' them through the movements of their mouth and tongue. They were trying to communicate with each other. However I was a degenerate of the highest degree and behind me was a towering mass of tentacles waiting to be 'used'.

This would make a perfect hentai. One hundred and seventy one capes and one tentacle Endbringer. We were all alone together, in a forest and they didn't know it but they were at my mercy. Still, perverted thoughts aside, it was time to make my exit. With a proverbial snap the Necronomicon closed and the tower of tentacles disappeared into nothingness.

Before I'm gone though, I give a seductive look and wink towards the triumvirate before disappearing in a flash of darkness.

[Earth Bet - Somewhere deep within the Pacific Ocean]

I returned to my spot of comforting isolation when suddenly a tiger shark attempted to bite my bosom only for it to be swatted into a fine paste of biomass with my right hand. What an odd day this has been. Waking up as an Endbringer, fixing Japan, getting mentally assaulted by Eidolon, and then bitten in the boobs by a tiger shark.

I internally sighed. A strange day indeed. Still I was 'home' now. Though it wasn't much of a home at all. Behemoth had the earth, Leviathan had the sea, and the Simurgh had space. Technically was being a hobo and camping it out in my brother's turf, but still. I wasn't sure what to do. That was when the pages of the Necronomicon flipped. It was the first time it acted without me, a creepy action though not one that was unwelcome.

The book revealed pages of R'lyeh. R'lyeh is a sunken city located deep under the Pacific Ocean and is where the Great Old One Cthulhu is interred. R'lyeh's bizarre architecture is characterized by its non-Euclidean geometry.

The Necronomicon revealed that when R'lyeh rises the only portion of the city that emerges is a single "hideous monolith-crowned citadel" in which Cthulhu is entombed. The human onlookers are awed by the sheer immensity of the city and by the frightening suggestiveness of the gargantuan statues and bas-reliefs.

The city itself was a panorama of "vast angles and stone surfaces too great to belong to anything right and proper for this earth, and impious with horrible images and disturbing hieroglyphs." The geometry of R'lyeh is "abnormal, non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours." The strange architecture of the city makes navigation on foot disorienting and treacherous; surfaces that appear flat may actually be tilted, and angles of masonry that appear convex at first glance may actually be concave.

It seemed the Necronomicon wanted me to recreate R'lyeh, but for what purpose? Perhaps it was a question best left unanswered. I thought this to myself as I smiled beneath my tentacles. Perhaps R'lyeh would make a good home.

The smile lingered as I got to work. I knelt on to the sand and rock, my assets taking on a wonderful aquatic jiggle as I began to focus. Grabbing some of the broken corals that I had left in my wake, I began performing a powered procedure. Transforming the dying colony of polyps into a growing cellular mass with my left hand. Then, with my right, I began to extend my reach. Slowly connecting the grains of sand with the power of The Architect.

Once the mass had reached an acceptable size I plunged it into the sand. Connecting both of my powers. The size of the cellular colony was comparable to a four-foot-tall ostrich egg. Said egg would 'hatch' when the time was right.

It took to a very long time for my powers to reach the desired distance. The sand was much more difficult to work with than soil, being separate molecules condensed with layers of water under an enormous amount of pressure. My smile faltered as I began to concentrate even further. My face taking on a more serious look as I adjusted my thighs out of habit. It wasn't that I was uncomfortable, I was simply moving them out of the human need to fidget.

The sand pulsed and vibrated, making my breasts and thighs jiggle wildly as I changed the very composition of the sand. Said sand darkening in color as it began to connect and solidify. Turning the coast of my project into mud while the center transformed into dark gray limestone with hues of green and blue.

Walls begin to rise, connecting into structures that were cyclopean in structure and non-euclidean in design. Cyclopean structure pertains to the Mycenaean architectural style that used limestone boulders roughly fitted together with minimal clearance between the adjacent stones. Though instead of being held together by clay mortar, the walls were connected at a molecular level. The buildings themselves were simply too big for the average human, instead of being sized appropriately for my 'siblings' should they choose to join me one day. These buildings also included the 'loathingly redolent' tower-like castle that began to surround me.

Meanwhile, the non-euclidean design simply meant that the geometry of the buildings wasn't confined to straight lines at right angles, triangles, squares circles, etc. The buildings I created were concave and convex at the same time.

Imagine two buildings, one being concave, which meant that its walls curved inward, and the other one being convex, which meant that its walls curved outward. So imagine both structures beside each other. At one moment both of them were concave and convex respectively and in the next, they switch. The concave building bloating outward and the convex building curving inward. Or imagine looking at the structures and as you are walking by, both of said structures change before your very eyes. From concave to convex and vice versa, simply from your point of view.

In addition, the shift of my buildings from concave to convex was inconsistent and unpredictable. Some structures end up looking the same while others constantly shift in shape and structure, with no repeatable pattern. Still, other buildings may change at some point and then stop altogether.

These chaotic changes would give unwanted viewers an uneasy view. It would make them question both their sanity and the very state of reality. Could this city, built by an Endbringer at the bottom of the ocean, be some sort of madness induced hallucination?

Though I did not make it as severe as the original R'lyeh, simply because I didn't want to kill those who were being snoopy. It would instead cause unwanted onlookers to feel as if they were on some sort of severe hallucinogenic drug. My face formed a satisfied expression as I continued with my work. My body, once again shifting out of habit and not need.

I took even more time as I began using The Architect to its full potential. Twisting the very physics of my soon to be home at a macroscopic level. The laws of quantum mechanics bent to my will. Borrowing ideas from the Necronomicon. Visitors and close onlookers would see the home I built from the perspective of being inside a fishbowl as spacetime curved around them. The horizon inside would no longer be straight, as the sun and moon would swing wildly depending on one's position. This and so much more.

It was then that I hatched the egg beneath my fingertips. Melding roots of pure life into the walls of my new home. The surrounding mud coast began to fill with ooze, seaweed, tubeworms, crinoids, corals, and other forms of sessile marine life. The buildings were then coated with the same dottings of life as algae and moss began to age the look of my new home.

Once I was satisfied with my work, I began to horrify my new abode. I began by erecting gargantuan statues depicting versions of the Great Old Ones. Said statues were depictions shown from the Necronomicon given life!

They had become...THE GREAT OLD ONES.

Cthulhu, the Great Dreamer. Azathoth, the Daemon Sultan. Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos. Ithaqua, the Wind Walker. Shub-Niggurath, the Black Goat with a Thousand Young. Yog-Sothoth, The Key and The Gate. These and many, many more.

The statues were individual masterpieces. They would be the most beauteous and beautiful things to ever grace this world. If I could still cry, I would have wept tears of joy upon witnessing the sights of my soon-to-be home. My face instead took a look of proud sadness as my huge breasts and man-killing thighs quivered in delight.

Once I was content with my artworks, I then began to add the finer details around the area. Creating oversized bas reliefs of the Great Old Ones while also adding adaptive plant life that provided a cool and refreshing atmosphere for visitors. Said plant life took the form of semi-sentient tentacles. Said tentacles were designed and based off of the sea life that existed on Earth. I did scatter some tentacle life forms based on some creatures I had brushed up on via the Necronomicon. They were beautiful secrets that I would reveal later on.

After finishing the fine details, I started adding traps that would activate on unwanted guests. Starting the edges, the oozes and sessile marine life would exude pheromones upon contact. Making potential assailants inconsolably scared. The tentacled forms of plant-life were given microscopic hypodermic barbs. Complete with a venom that would temporarily stupefy victims with their greatest fear upon contact. Fruit and vegetable shaped marine flora began to rise from the crevices of the limestone walls. Said flora was capable of exuding 'eat me' pheromones that upon consumption, would bestow the consumer with a variety of temporary, harmless, and amusing effects. If you considered temporarily turning inside out then turning back, suddenly breaking out into various bone breaking k-pop dances, and literally puking out exploding rainbows harmless. All this among other more interesting things.

Then I began to 'paint' my creation. Using the same concept of non-euclidean geometry, but instead of regarding angles and shape, I focused on color. My full domain began shifting in pigment, as a smirk landed on my lips.

It was then that I noticed a school of fish passing by, eager to explore their new surroundings. Their tiny brains are incapable of comprehending the true horrors that awaited them inside. So they were relatively safe. Relatively being the keyword in that statement.

I pushed away my distant thoughts as I refocused my attention. Splattering ever changing pigments deep past the surface of my creations. Friendlies would perceive as it was, simple, mentally acceptable shades dotting the limestone, mud, and various points of life. Enemies would see the landscape change before their very eyes. Shifting randomly depending on the viewer. Pastels turning into violently neon shades. Neutral shades become exceedingly bright as if the subject could produce its own light. Primary shades suddenly become so dark, that the subject would devour all visible light, making the said subject appear two dimensional.

It was as if excitable children and expert artists were battling it out. Changing the colors before the viewer's very eyes or based off of their moving perspective.

Then, as a final touch, I gave both organic and inorganic substances within my domain, the ability to produce moisture. This would ensure that my finally finished fixation would always appear wet. As if it had recently been doused with water.

Once I had finally finished, I took a moment to admire my sensually scintillating and hopelessly horrific work. Truly I was a former man, and now a woman of culture. A testament to the very strength I had gained from straying past the constraints of one CYOA.

Now it was time for R'lyeh to rise again. Tremors littered the seafloor as my island city began to rise from the depths. Jagged and natural rock formations rose beneath it, rising rapidly to reach the surface.

It was time for R'lyeh to rise again, or perhaps I should name it something else. The Necronomicon glowed ominously when I thought of naming the place something other than R'lyeh. How deliciously spooky. Still, I wasn't about to disobey a part of me.

A torrential geyser explodes from the surface of the water, water pouring out from every surface as my island city reveals itself to the surface of the world. I smile as I and all the living things on my isle shout in unison.

[Statement: Iä! R'lyeh!] The resulting echoes could be heard from miles away as I sat upon my newly crafted throne. Slowly but surely, I expanded my ever present biological and material senses until I could reach out to at least one PRT Director. I wanted to watch the aftermath of my actions after all. I could wait things out, Canberra was still a long ways away.

[Earth Bet- Somewhere in Orbit]

To the untrained eye, most would see the Endbringer known as the Simurgh and think her to be dormant. They would be wrong, of course. The multi-winged angel giggled softly among the stars. A few larger wings shielding her delighted expression from view.

[Statement: Amusement!]

Author's Note:

Translations:

Iä or'azathbthnk ot ehyeeoglw'nafh - Rise tower of genesis.

Iä - Rise

The next chapter will be posted before the year ends! As always thank you for taking the time to read the fic, it means so much to me! Stay safe, have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

KarenFromFinance · Dec 29, 2022

Foreword:

I'm on a roll with these rewrites! Comments make me go brrr! All jokes aside, the new year is almost here and I hope to deliver another chapter before the year ends so I hope you all look forward to it!

This Chapter is an Interlude including Director Piggot and a bit of Valefor! There's also a snippet of the MCs reaction. Please enjoy!

[PRT Headquarters, Brockton Bay]

As I poured the whiskey into my glass, I was visibly tense. My hands were shaking due to the stress. My lips were pursed and I had a stern and concerned expression on my face. I tried and failed to steady my hands as I dropped ice cubes into the whiskey filled glass.

Today was the day of the PRT Directors meeting. The cause of such a meeting was due to the latest Endbringers that surfaced. Now there were four running around the world. It was stressful, to say the least. It was hard enough for me to allow Brockton Bay Protectorate Heroes to take part in regular Endbringer attacks. Sending Armsmaster, Assault, Battery, Dauntless, and Miss Militia against a new unknown had weighed heavily on my conscience. As much as I hated Parahumans, the thought of losing more good men and women pained me.

"Fucking Nilbog..." I say this before downing the full glass of whiskey, setting it down on a metal tray after finishing my drink.

My office was chilly, the air conditioning sending pricks of cold down my skin as I moved to make sure the doors were locked. I was idly checking the room to make sure nothing was out of place. It was a good way to pass the time while waiting for the meeting.

After five minutes of pointless reorganizing, my projector screen unfurled itself from the low ceiling. I quickly pushed the files back into the filing drawer and walked to my comfortable seat in front of my large desk. It was time to start the meeting.

Dragon appeared on the screen, the same peach skinned, dark-haired woman alongside a few other faces she was familiar with. Chief Director Rebecca Costa-Brown, the woman who stood above the rest of the PRT, dressed in her signature black suit and jacket. Dan Seneca, the Native American Director of the Anchorage PRT Department. He was still handsome and single after all these years, though I knew that my current looks would put him off. Perhaps in another life, I thought as I scanned the rest of the gathered Directors.

James Tagg...Director of the Salem PRT Department. He was a gruff and violent man, but he didn't get to his position without success. Also, I was still pissed at him for not returning my casserole dish after the annual PRT Directors Christmas Party. My face didn't budge from its usual poker face even if the sight of his face displeased me. I kept my cool even though I desperately wanted to shout, "Where's my casserole dish, James? It's been more than a year! It doesn't take that long to do the damn dishes!". The rest of the Directors were either familiar or unknown to me.

"Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, as per the instructions of the Chief Director, I have you all here to discuss the surfacing of the fourth Endbringer." Dragon said this as I, alongside my compatriots, stayed silent. It was hard enough having to live with three, but now...there were four of them. Dragon took the shared silence as a reason to continue, further explaining the situation.

"The fourth Endbringer has been named Cthylla, based on the youngest progeny of Cthulhu a Great Old One of Lovecraftian fiction. The name itself has been spreading through the online forum known as Parahumans Online." Dragon says this before revealing a picture of the Endbringer.

Cthylla was both curvy and unnerving to look at. Horns floating with a purple crown and gleaming blue gem, supple purple skin, entrancing eyes, facial tentacles, very large breasts, and the widest hips. Her modesty was covered with black metallic diamond shapes, ripped stockings, and puffy flowing sleeves. I felt a twang of jealousy at the creature's curvaceousness. Even an Endbringer was sexier than me, a fact that would have made me sigh were I not in a meeting.A few of the male Directors had their jaws drop upon revealing the Fourth Endbringer. However, before Dragon could continue, the Director from Austin piped up.

"Is this some kinda joke? She looks more like a fucked up tinker sex-doll than an Endbringer." The Director of Austin, Texas, whose name I couldn't quite remember, had a point. He was one of the younger Directors, a half-Mexican man who looked to be in his late twenties, but was most likely in his early thirties. The Fourth Endbringer, or Cthylla, as she had been named, looked less like a world-ending threat, and more like the personification of an obscure male fantasy.

"And how would you know what a tinker 'sex-doll' looks like Director Reyes?" I covered my lips as a smirk formed, some of the other Directors laughed at the not-so-subtle jab. It came from the Director of San Francisco, California. She had a suit dress with a neat-looking knit scarf on her neck, pale pink lipstick on a face that could be described as a brunette in her late thirties.

"W-What?! I mean s-she, the Enbringer just looks so..." Director Reyes stammers, blushing at the insinuation. This caused me to giggle quite a bit.

"I think the word you're looking for is 'unreal', Director Reyes." The Director from San Francisco said this while wagging her eyebrows.

"That's enough from you Ms. Franklin, and you as well Mr. Reyes. Dragon, please continue." The Chief Director Costa-Brown chastised them with an amused tone as she mentioned for Dragon to continue her explanation.

"Yes well, Cthylla has shown the following powers during her first appearance in Kyushu, Japan." Before Dragon continues to explain, she reveals a few sets of footage taken from different points of view.

"The first of which is a Shaker ability that lets her manipulate organic matter and create life. Cthylla used her ability to create tentacles from nothing which then spread out through Kyushu to revert and improve plant life. The trees she created were capable of rapidly absorbing seawater and radiation. The plants and fruit-bearing trees seemed to exude minor healing properties as those that ate them were cured of radiation poisoning." Dragon said this as a Director from Atlanta raised his hand. She motioned for him to ask his question.

"Can these plants be reproduced? Perhaps they could be planted in areas that Behemoth has made uninhabitable?" Director Franklin said this with curiosity in her voice. There was a hint of hope for places like Muran, Iran.

"Preliminary testing has led me to believe that the plants can be reproduced, though it is unknown as to when the trees will start producing seeds." Dragon said this before giving pause, waiting, just in case one of us wanted to ask another question. After a brief moment, she continues once again.

"Cthylla's ability is also capable of creating new species. This includes the previously extinct and recently revived species of shark known as the Megalodon. However, the fauna Cthylla creates is far from normal. Take this species for example." Dragon then reveals pictures and footage of various insects and fishI had never seen before. The insects were beautiful, butterflies that had gemstone-like wings, musical bees that buzzed to catchy rhythms, and beetles that produced miniature fireworks.

The horned whales and dolphins were very cute. The fish, on the other hand, were unsettling, to say the least. I saw footage of a goldfish eating trash and pooping out a jetstream of light. What the fuck… I don't think I was the only one that was disgusted by the sight.

"What the fuck?" Director Reyes said what I had been meaning to say. The footage was disturbing, to say the least. It subtly reminded me of my time in Ellisburg. Of creatures that had too many teeth, crawling over one of my men and leaving his skeleton behind.

"This new species, recently dubbed Trash-Rainbow Goldfish by Japanese Zoologists, have been tested. They seem to be completely docile and even loving towards humans, but seeing as they eat trash, they have taken to swarm tactics whenever some brings trash from outside their homes. We offered to round up and destroy the animals, but the Japanese Government declined. They stated that these new animals were a gift from Cthylla, and were not to be disturbed. They were also run through Master Stranger protocols and all officials came out negative." As Dragon said this I visibly stiffened, the creatures were so similar to the ones in Ellisburg, yet so different. I couldn't decide whether I was okay with it or not...

"And what of these Megalodons? Are they also 'harmless'?" Director Franklin said this with a noticeable distaste for the creatures.

"Surprisingly enough, the creatures are also harmless, though they have several adaptations due to being designed by Cthylla," Dragon says this as she reveals pictures of the horrifically huge sharks. They were shocking, to say the least.

"This new species of Megalodon comes in nearly fifty shades of gray. They are capable of flight due to an organ within their body that acts like a biological balloon. They are much larger than their prehistoric counterparts having measured the smallest of the creatures at twenty meters. Their final adaptations involve a police siren growing out of their heads like a horn as well as a Blaster power involving the aforementioned sirens." I visibly shiver and grow uncomfortable at the next few pictures Dragon displays.

"The Megalodon's have a police siren attached to their heads made of bones and cartilage similar to that of glass. Said sirens are capable of performing a shift between red and blue lights. They are also capable of producing a noise similar to that of an actual emergency siren. These Megalodons also have the ability to fire heat blasts from their eyes that have been used to pacify criminals. They seem to have a friendly demeanor towards humans, and have helped stop looters and other criminal activity." Dragon said this in a quick, yet detailed explanation. I was starting to lose my cool. A fucking bio-tinker endbringer was out there! We should be in full force destroying that creature until nothing remains

"Cthylla's second Shaker ability is the power to manipulate inorganic substances. She used the tentacles mentioned previously to repair and rebuild the entirety of Kyushu in less than an hour." Dragon then proceeded to show a slideshow of the island.

Tentacles...Of all the damn things it could have been, it had to be tentacles. Damn squiggly things that crushed private Malcolm and dragged his corpse into an alleyway. The Ellisburg flashbacks were becoming more apparent, but I stayed strong. I wasn't about to break down in front of my fellow Directors. Still, Kyushu is beautiful now.

It was clean...Gorgeous, and certainly not what she imagined Japan would look like. There were buildings that rivaled the PRT Headquarters in both size and design. Some were architectural marvels, looking ancient and brand new. Kyushu was now a sight to see, perhaps she'd visit during her retirement. Minus the giant fucking sharks.

"Why? Why would an Endbringer do this?" This question was posed by Director Armstrong.

"That question has been asked by many people over the course of the week since Cthylla first surfaced. A question we still don't have the answer to. It doesn't follow any discernible patterns, and I am even having trouble predicting where she will end up next." Dragon says this in a rather disappointed tone as I slowly nod. So the Fourth wasn't hostile, for now at least.

"This brings us to the item that Cthylla was using." Dragon says that she reveals a book that makes my heart drop. You see, my father used to read me tales written by H.P. Lovecraft. He was a bit of an eccentric but I loved him nonetheless.

That wretched book. The Necronomicon. How was it possible for an Endbringer to have it?! It had to be a fake! There was no way in hell this Earth would survive if that thing was real!

"This information has caused quite a large amount of fainting in Watchdog. Some have even been put in asylum for now. Apparently Cthylla has what is called the Necronomicon. The Book of the Dead. The full extent of what this book entails is unknown. It could be vestigial, but I suggest caution nonetheless. Lovecraftian Mythos suggests that the Book can drive people insane with just a peak of its pages. I'm sure many are keen to analyze whether its real or not, but as of right now, we are understaffed and the next Endbringer attack is predicted to arrive in less than a week." Silence reigned among us directors. What were we to do when faced with an Eldritch threat of this level. Not to mention the fact that another Endbringer attack was scheduled to arrive soon.

Not one director bothered to ask a question about the book. Instead fear was palpable amongst the crowd of leaders. It was understandable. The Necronomicon, bound in what looked like human flesh, was a monstrous sight to behold. Especially in the hands of an Endbringer.

"Now onto the final events of Cthylla's first appearance. As you can see here. Before disappearing in a black burst, Cthylla winks towards the Triumvirate. An action that has caused many to question what Cthylla's motive is." There were questioning looks amongst the gathered directors, but this time I was the first to speak.

"Have the Triumvirate submitted to Master/Stranger Protocols?" I swear I saw Chief Director Costa-Brown's eye twitch as soon as I asked this.

"Yes. Through extensive testing that took nearly three hours with new protocols in place, including a pheromone test, we have concluded that the Cthylla's wink was harmless." I smirked at that. Three hours would have been torture for those capes. I wish I could have seen Eidolon's face through it all.

"Have you had any luck locating where Cthylla went Dragon?" Director Armstrong asked this question. I, on the other hand, was busy thinking about getting myself another glass of whiskey. Dialysis be damned, I needed a drink after what I just witnessed.

"I have actually. For those of you who didn't see the news last night, my satellites, along with a few offshore news networks, broadcasted a city that sprung up from the Pacific Ocean. I must warn all of you that the place I am about to show is visually disorienting. It has caused multiple people to collapse from the dizziness. One thinker described it as the visual equivalent of LSD before attempting to jump out a window." Dragon asked all of us for consent after that. Though most of us were hesitant, we all agreed that we needed to know what we were dealing with. That was how I saw it...

Spires, towers, and oddly shaped buildings that made my eyes itch. The world around the place seemed to curve inward, and the buildings never stayed put. They were bloated and then they were squeezing inward. Tentacles and other things were wrapped around the structures. At the center of it all was a statue. It was as if someone had added a stripper's body to an octopus. The octopus stripper had huge wings that covered its immense chest. It made her sick to her stomach. It was Cthylla, in all her semi-nude glory. Except this time she had wings.

Suddenly, Dragon cuts the feed as a few Directors excuse themselves, myself included. I didn't know my body was shaking as I got up. It was hard not to get nauseous after what I just witnessed. My face was twisted in an unsettling grimace, my legs wobbly as I approached the drinks tray on the left corner of my office.

As I reached the table, I leaned into it, catching my breath. I felt weak after seeing that place. My ears were ringing, causing the meeting to sound muffled as I continued to steady myself. It wasn't right, nothing about that place was right. That place was where Cthylla was located...

It was a place of nightmares...

My hands, still shaking but not as much as before, reached for the whiskey bottle. Uncorking it and pouring another glass full. I ignored the alcohol mixing with the melted ice as I gulped down the whiskey. I ignored the heated sounds of arguments. I ignored it all, due to the dizziness and the ringing in my ears.

The burn in my throat and the numbness it soon brought helped me get a hold of myself. The slight buzz in my head helped calm me down. If only I still had my kidneys, then I wouldn't have to get dialysis tonight. That made me sigh as I slid my back on the wall, sitting my fat ass on the ground. God the stress is getting to me, drinking in the middle of a meeting of all things. Still, the alcohol helped to relax me.

My face formed a somewhat satisfied expression as the ringing in my ears ceased. I was content to let the meeting go on while pretending to listen. I needed to relax before I had a heart attack.

[An Isolated Manor in the American South]

It is I, Valefor! The master of eyes and thoughts, the most hopeful of the Fallen who worship the great gods that have descended upon this earth. Today was a most gratuitous occasion! Brothers and sisters from all over the continent were gathering to meet and worship our newest goddess. Cthylla she was named! A most beautiful name for one so blessed.

Clearly she was the Endbringer of Fertility. Her sacred breasts and hips were being ogled by the unworthy. Many sacred texts depicting tentacles and Cthylla were being posted on the site known as Parahumans Online. Though many question her motives and actions as new and sacrilegious I saw them for what they truly truly were. Clearly she was put on this earth to create new life after the rest of the Endbringers had finished their job! She started with Kyushu of course. The latest holy sight that I wished to visit.

Brother Gateway and Brother Elligos were busy setting up the celebrations. Meanwhile Jake Crowley had declared an orgy in the name of Cthylla. How revolting if you ask me, perhaps he would be punished someday.

Suddenly my senses were shared with that of Mama. It seems she needed help in the kitchen and I was happy to oblige!

As soon as I made my way there my eyes were beset with a jaw-dropping cake. Mama Mathers was always quite the baker and this enormous cake, painted with the image of our new Goddess was nothing if not spectacular.

Meanwhile Mama Mathers looked excellent as always. Mama is a thin woman, heightened by her thin face and long hair that bleaching has rendered frayed and silver. This gives her the presence of an older woman, despite the fact that she is in her thirties, and makes her look fragile enough she could break. She also wore white flats and a clean white apron over an off white sundress.

"Mama! What wonderful work you have performed!" I exclaim this as Mama approaches me and we exchange kisses on the cheek.

"Indeed Valefor. Now I need your opinion." Mama was suddenly very serious as she said her next sentence. "Should I make the breasts bigger?" Her tone was deep and ominous, truly a serious question when depicting sacred fertility arts.

I had to think very hard about the question. Was Mama Mathers' depiction of our sacred Goddess' bodacious bosom imperfect? It was a matter of life or death. Some sweat formed on my brow as I answered truthfully.

"Yes." I had to be honest even if it meant punishment. Such was one of the rules of the Mathers family. Closing my eyes as I expected a nightmare sent my way, I was instead surprised by mercy.

"Sigh…I knew it, I need you to fetch more edible paint from the cupboard." I was overjoyed that no punishment came and instead I was met with a request. Truly today was a momentous occasion. Perhaps our Lady Cthylla was a mistress of mercy as well! Such was the glory she brought into this new world!

Suddenly my phone rang through my costume. I quickly answered after handing Mama some edible paint.

"BROTHER VALEFOR CHECK THE NEWS!" Brother Elligos was shouting and of course I was unsure at first but I obliged him.

"Alright Brother Elligos." I say this as I grab the remote by the kitchen counter and turn on the rather expensive television Mama had acquired not too long ago.

"-s you can see here. A new island has emerged in the pacific. The PRT confirms that this new island named R'lyeh is the work of the fourth Endbringer recently dubbed Cthylla-!" All noise began to drown out as I began to grin from ear to ear. I was not ashamed to say that I was weeping tears of joy.

Another cause for celebration had appeared! The promised land had arrived! Oh and how beautiful it was! With buildings so grand they change before my eyes. Clearly their Goddess was calling for them! The promised land had arrived!

[R'lyeh at the center of the Pacific Ocean]

I was not ashamed to say I was laughing at the sheer lunacy I was causing. I couldn't wait to see the PHO's reaction. Japan was taking it well, but the Megalodons still scared some people. Piggot was drinking herself to an early grave, The Fallen were somehow immune to my island's visual defenses, all that and more.

It seems Canberra was just around the corner. I wondered if I should burst into fighting or appear after. I didn't want to make an enemy of my sister, so maybe appearing after her rampage would be best. Also, how would I access the PHO without the internet and a computer?! Darn it, things were getting complicated. Perhaps the Necronomicon could help.

I began skimming the Necronomicon for some spells when I received a rather distressing signal as another core began to connect with my own.

[Query: Proposal?] I already knew that voice. It sounded like a thousand wind chimes and birds all singing in unison. My sister, Unit-3, Ziz, The Simurgh was sending me a proposal.

She was offering me schematics and designs for things I would need in the future but at what cost?

[Query: Purpose?] I ask this with foreboding curiosity that could kill a cat. What could she possibly want from me?

[Statement: Secret~.] I never thought I'd hear a mischievous bird woman tell me she was keeping secrets from me. Still, I NEEDED to troll on the PHO. Thus, I accepted.

[Statement: Accepted. Current Status: Pouting.] I tell the Simurgh this with all the silly sourness I could muster. She was being too nice! Which only meant she was being mean to me somehow! Oh, did I mention my voice sounded like seductive eldritch whispers and writhing tentacles? No? Huh, must have forgotten to mention it.

[Current Status: Laughing.] Then she disconnected, her laughter still ringing through my core as I begrudgingly started to expand my power to create a simurgh-designed computer.

This thing better run Skyrim's visual mods to an insane degree or I'm getting a refund! My attentions falling on the computer and Canberra. Things were turning out quite interesting…

Author's Note:

Remember to DM me or check QQ and AO3 for the images of the MC!

Thank you all for the delightful commentary! Please keep them coming! You all inspire me so so much!

KarenFromFinance · Dec 31, 2022

Foreword:

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Here's the last chapter of the year! I hope you all enjoy!

Please note that I have an important announcement at the end of the chapter. I looking forward to all your wonderful replies! Stay safe out there!

[Canberra, Australia]

Mouse Protector on the scene! My fellow heroes and I have just finished a battle against the wily and wicked Simurgh! The day was won! Another Endbringer staved off and many people were safe due to the Endbringer sirens.

In an effort to help and valiantly avenge the fallen, I dedicated myself to the search and rescue squadrons. We had just finished rounding up a poor boy named Tommy Muldoon who had just lost his older brother. I remember the look in his eyes, the feeling like his whole world had just been devastated. It was painful to even look, but as a hero of justice I simply had to turn the boy's frown upside down.

I hugged Tommy and told him to look at me. I told him that Scion was still out there and as long as heroes stood to protect the world, then there was still hope. I told him that his brother would want the best for him, and that he would need to be strong. Then I, being a hero that protects the smiles of the meek, told him a cheesy joke which got a laugh out of him.

Strider had picked him up after that. Little did Tommy know that I was also shaking in my boots. Cheese and crackers, I was angry. There was so much loss all around us. So much death and despair.

I was in the middle of Commonwealth Avenue. Uprooted trees, crushed cars, and debris littered the area. The bridges had literally been cut in half. My fellow heroes and I worked hard yet Canberra and the world had taken a big loss today.

Though the sky was bright, beautiful, and blue. Though many people made it out with their lives. Though the breeze blew blasts of clear, clean, and crisp air. Many had fallen to the hands and wings of the Endbringing Simurgh. Many had been crushed, killed, or worse, mastered. All that and more.

I dedicated my life to making to world smile, and now, with so much sadness all around, I was absolutely livi-!

"Glad to see you're in one piece, Mouse Protector." My rage subsided as I heard a familiar voice! Dark haired and olive skinned, Miss Militia wore a scarf and sash around her waist patterned after the American flag, and stylized, fitted army fatigues that accentuated her curves.

"Criminy Miss Militia! You nearly gave me the squeeks!" I said this as I saluted the all-American heroine. She was a fine example of an upstanding citizen and one of the many heroes I trusted.

"At ease soldier, I'm sorry for startling you." I could see merry and mirth behind Miss Militia's eyes! I always enjoyed her company, because she played along. Though I had to wonder what brought her to me. Usually Miss Militia was part of the groups that delivered relief goods to those in need.

"I do have to ask what brings you here Miss M." I say this before gasping in faux shock. "GASP! Don't tell me! You've been mastered into slaying me!"

I then receive a soft karate to the head in response.

"Haha, very funny. Actually I came here to thank you." Miss militia said this as she moved her hand to pat my shoulder.

"Oh?" I said this with a cheeky smile.

"Back then, when the Simurgh was throwing concrete pillars, you were the one that pulled me out of the way from being killed. Thank you for that." She hugged me then and I could feel that her hands were still a little shaky from remembering a near death experience. I of course hugged her back, it was only right.

"It's no problem. No thanks are needed for friends of the mighty Mou-!" Suddenly our armbands started ringing.

"Cthylla has been spotted! Teleporting towards Canberra! I repeat Cthylla has been spotted!" Miss Militia and I let go of each other, a tired and serious look on her face as she speaks.

"Well…Time to get to work." Miss Militia says this as she lets go before she and I head off.

[Canberra, Australia - Near Canberra Centre Mall]

A portal that looked as if tentacles had torn through reality itself opened. It was my doing of course, I loved making grand entrances, so naturally I had to create a portal that was both slow and ominous. It was the cultist in me that wanted such a fearsome entrance. Thus I allowed a haze of glittering mist with floating eyes to seep through the portal, giving a fabulous and eldritch feel as I began my proverbial strut.

It was time to pay Canberra a visit. You see, I'd always wanted to visit Australia. It was a perfect road trip destination. It still conserved a lot of aboriginal culture which I enjoyed reading about in my spare time. The weather was beautiful and perfect for flying kites. The food and restaurants had numerous talented chefs working for them. The beaches were great though the dangers were many. I'd also wanted to see a kangaroo at least once in my life. Finally, the boys were pretty damn hot down under. Oh gosh and their accents made me quiver back then.

Australia was also home to one of my favorite Tiktok channels. The famous Marshmallow Company. A small business that created gourmet marshmallows with fabulous flavors, toppings, and textures. Though they were a bit pricey, I managed to order a large box with flavors such as Cherry Ripe, Raspberry White Chocolate, and Rainbow Bubblegum. Now in this form, I wondered if I could still consume food.

Food has always been one of my favorite things in the world. Sweets especially. Though in order to prevent diabetes, I worked out in the gym regularly and only ate sweets during special occasions such as Halloween and Christmas. I absolutely adored macarons and marshmallows. They were two completely different desserts, and yet I loved them both equally.

Bygone dreams heralded by new life changes always get the best of me though. Except my current changes were completely unexpected. At least I had incredible power now. The power to change the world on a whim. Canberra would be my latest masterpiece. Remade anew by me!

So, as I sexily strut my way the waxing and waning wall of darkness, I internally smiled. This was no time to be stuck in past thoughts and saddening monologues about cuisine. This was a time for spectacle and oh what a grandiose show I would give to the world today.

It seems I'd arrived near a shopping mall of sorts. Canberra Centre it was called. Though that was not what grabbed my attentions as I was immediately privy to the destruction before me.

All around the city were broken buildings, shards of glass, and crushed vehicles. There were roads that had been upended and bridges that were literally cleaved in twain. There were street lamps that were swirled while some were just uprooted and used to impale unsuspecting capes and civilians.

Speaking of civilians, it was painful to describe the death that surrounded me. People had been crushed, impaled, pretzled, or worse mastered. I didn't even want to go into the nitty gritty details my biological sight was telling me. There were so many people that had died today. My nonexistent heart wretched at the thought of the sheer amount.

Meanwhile the survivors were a different matter entirely. Inside their brains was a beautiful and numbing song that made the blood and neurons in their brains feel different. It was so very strange. Most people would describe it as a scream, but as an Endbringer I could only describe it as a beautiful aria sung by an out of this world lorelei.

Each thought in a person's brain became a harmonious masterpiece. It was a song from the heavens. One that I was in awe at. However, I knew that this song had a more sinister agenda to it. Such were the whims of my sister, who was currently enslaved by Eidolon.

Under Eidolon's subconscious control, Behemoth leaves places completely uninhabitable, Leviathan sinks them beneath the ground, and the Simurgh…Well, she was in a league of her own. Canberra was literally a mess and my thoughts immediately went to that of Eidolon.

His inferiority complex and the memories of his 'Primary Directive' still fresh within the confines of my core. Why would he want this?! What could he possibly gain from all of this? Though perhaps I was getting a little too heated for something that Eidolon was completely unaware of. Perhaps a light punishment for Dear Daddy Eidolon would suffice.

Thoughts of torture aside, I needed to work quickly, otherwise Canberra would be quarantined and the people would be subject to all manner of suffering. I was a doctor at heart, I couldn't leave lives to suffer if I myself could do something about it.

So, it was time to get to wo-!

[Primary Directive: Be worthy opponents.] Oh friggidy frack not this again. For the last time Eidolon, I will not become a Hentai Mommy Terrorist who uses tentacles of mass destruction to mind break cities into sensual slavery! I was classier than that, I'd use monster girls.

Hundreds of capes were converging on my location. It seems the clap of my ass cheeks has alerted the surviving heroes and villains. There were dragon mechs made of wonderful metals flying in the sky alongside a number of capes with a mover rating that allowed them flight. All of them, including those on the ground, were wary and surrounding me in literal droves. Some of them even had my sister's song in their heads.

How cute, they thought they could stop me, if I decided to turn evil. Well not today Dear Daddy, not today.

In a blinding instant with only a few reacting with shock, the Necronomicon opens and the marks on my hands glow as a dome of mauve tentacles with deep purple suckers rise from the earth to encase me in a dome. All the while a hole in reality is torn beneath my feet and suddenly I'm elsewhere in the city. I was in Canberra Central now. Surrounded by wreckage and corpses. A sad sight for sure, but one that I could easily fix

It was finally time to get to wor-!

[Primary Directive: Be worthy opponents.] Oh come on! My ass cheeks didn't even clap that time! How did Eidolon even find me so quickly?! I had Blank as one of my perks. Perhaps Dragon's satellites were feeding him too much information. An annoyance to be sure. Still, if he wanted to watch then I would give him a show.

Posing as if I was a witch burning on the stake, I began to sway my chest and hips in a gyrating motion. The Necronomicon floating in front of me as its pages lipped wildly, glowing an ominous shade of a color never before seen by mortal eyes. The Color Out of Space!

This would ensure that his eyes would be glued solely on me as my bosom and hips jiggled and bounced with sensual motions. The time for privacy was over! My form began to slowly float just a few feet off the ground as tentacles began to rise all over the city.

Eidolon, completely entranced by my dance, was now sporting a [censored]. Well well, it seems Eidolon was quite well endowed, perhaps he should rename himself Eidonglong. Still, Dear Daddy was kind of aroused right now. How amusingly delicious. Still, he was not my target as said tentacles began to rebuild the city.

I started with the infrastructure this time, as there was no trace radiation that I needed to rebuild. Everything the titillatingly titanic tentacles touched, turned towers, trees, and trucks back into their pristine forms. Beautiful buildings built by hand were redesigned to match that of Night City from Cyberpunk 2077.

I was inspired today. I'd played the Cyberpunk tabletop game as a gamemaster before and played Cyberpunk 2077 thoroughly, with certain mods of course. Wink wink.

Today Canberra would become a hybrid of both modern and futuristic architecture. Neon signs, holograms, and beautifully clean semi-asianesque architecture. All wrapped up and designed by the Simurgh, but the city didn't need to know that. Perhaps this was her way of apologizing to Canberra for being forced to destroy it or perhaps it was another one of her sinister plots. I chose to believe in the former.

There was a side to the Simurgh that the world never saw. The conversation we had the other day left me quite stumped. The mirth of her laughter, the sincerity in wanting to help, and the mischief in her secrets. She really was like an older sister. If by older sister I mean a macro-psychic biblically accurate angel with an incomprehensibly high intelligence. Still, I was growing to like the Simurgh more and more. Perhaps I should contact my other siblings so we can all 'bond'.

As more capes arrived on the scene, I heard through the vibrations of the wiring within their armbands to 'STAND DOWN!'. It seems some of them had taken to giant fucking tentacles rising from the ground all over the city as some form of attack. It was all very understandable of course.

I was threatening to the highest degree. A bio-tinker Endbringer. The world feared my very attentions, yet even more were in awe. Still, distractions aside I focused once more on rebuilding the rest of the city.

It was a simple task, replanting and reviving destroyed flora, all the while creating new plant life to give the city a more interesting 'vibe'. I started with neon trees that could turn their colors into hologram-esque colors, then I created pines whose cones would light up at night like Christmas trees. Finally I made a design forwarded to me by the Simurgh. It was a heart shaped oak that looks as if it was made by cybernetics. Instead of producing oxygen, these trees would absorb large amounts of harmful gasses to produce electricity.

Who knew the Simurgh was an eco-activist. What a world I lived in. When I finally finished spreading my vibrant and verdant tentacle touch throughout the city. I began to ponder. Perhaps I should create new lif-!

Suddenly the pages of the Necronomicon stopped flipping and showed me a terrifyingly wonderful page. Of course. The Necronomicon was known as the Book of the Dead, it was only natural that it would have a resurrection spell inscribed within its very pages. I really should focus on my core more thoroughly to figure out all of its capabilities once I'm done here.

Continuing my dance more fervently as my form began to slowly rotate. The color out of space died down to reveal a bright yellow-white light. Holy was its feel, yet unholy was its origin. It gave the feeling as if I was a babe in my mother's arms. Cradled and embraced in the warmth of love and safety. For all the evils in the Necronomicon, at least there was something 'good' in it.

The tentacles shrank, split, and spread through the city, giving life throughout the city. All over Canberra, the Resurrection spell was felt. Those missing limbs and organs simply grew them back. Citizens who were crushed literally inflated back up into recognizable forms. The most difficult part of this spell was the maddening amount of energy it took to bring people back to the dead. However, I was no mere mortal. I was an Endbringer now, and I had more than enough power to spare. With a Shattered Limiter, that power was still growing too.

Then, imperceptible to everyone except me, souls began to get pulled back from Earth-Bet's version of an afterlife. Souls felt ethereal and spooky, even for me. A record of an entire person's life, bundled up into a suspicious specter. A memory of every emotion, every action, every thought, and so much more, all wrapped up into energy that I couldn't describe with mere mortal words. How very curious. Still, far be it from me to question literal magic.

Then, the souls began to move into their respective bodies as people literally rose up from the dead. I could hear cries and gasps from vocal chords all throughout the city. It was a momentous occasion. Still, I wanted to laugh when Assault and a few other capes called bullshit.

It was understandable really. How could I, a world ending superweapon built by idiotic spacewhales, perform such a mind numbing feat. I smirk nearly landed on my alien features. I was far from done.

Deep within the pages of the Necronomicon lies a spell known as the Exorcism. This was the spell I landed on before the Simurgh messaged me. I knew it wasn't by chance that I got to read it. If my theory was correct, then I could use this spell to save those mastered by my unwilling sister. A feat no one was previously capable of until now.

With a great and powerful voice I spoke the words. My voice, only audible to those of my choosing as Endbringers and Entities could change the frequencies of their language on a whim.

[Statement: Ahmgepr'luh mgvulgtnahor orr'ee. Mgah'ehye orr'e fhtagn. Mgah'ehye lloig ah na'ah'ehye.] As soon as I said this a darkness that only I could see seeped out of every facial orifice among those that were mastered. The Necronomicon's pages churned at a speed few could comprehend. Its glow turned a foul and uncomfortable black.

The song I had heard was now a scream of pure malice. A shout that would have rattle my bones to the very core were I still human. Droves upon droves of maddening commands, malicious thoughts, and morbid memories began to disappear.

Then, in an instant. The screams and darkness were gone. Leaving capes and civillians who were none the wiser to my actions.

Suddenly, I feel a familiar connection zing up to my core. It was the Simurgh.

[Statement: Well done. Current Status: Grateful.] I let myself smile as she disconnected after that. I had done a lot of good today, and now it was time.

Time for some well deserved trolling on the PHO forums!

As the tentacles receded all over the city, I stopped my dance as my feet hit the ground, the Necronomicon closing its pages as tentacles rose up to form a living throne beneath me. Said throne had a hidden system that connected me to my eldritch supercomputer in R'lyeh.

I simply sit there and it takes a few moments before capes are conversing about what had happened. I was a lazy bitch at times, and I deserved a good rest after all I had done today. I had even chosen a new name on the forums!

The capes however, wasted no time. Before the sun had set on Canberra, a makeshift perimeter was set up. Some capes were arguing, others were crying, while most were grateful just to be alive. The city was buzzing with commotion and locomotion as holograms and neon lights began to fill the horizon.

I sit there for an ungodly amount of time, browsing and internally laughing at the posts within the forums. I even found a newly dubbed fanart forum that was being filled with bans and arguments due to all the Hentai posted. I was flattered that many Japanese artists were drawing my likeness and fantasizing about me. It was kinda hot.

Meanwhile Fallen recruitment was apparently at an all time high due to my actions. Many of the Fallen had taken to a kinder approach and A LOT of Japanese, especially those from Kyushu were now part of a new family. The Takumi Family, named after Genzo Takumi, a recently triggered cape turned Fallen cultist who had a Geokinetic ability. Its seems the Takumi Family was dedicated to worshiping me. How nice of them! I'd always wanted my own cult!

Elsewhere in the world, a directors meeting was being held. Apparently they were going to attempt to-!

"E-Excuse me Miss Cthylla?" My attentions are suddenly driven towards a small boy. Barely the age of nine. He wore a black jumper, a grey shirt, blue jeans, black rubber shoes. He was so very adorable. Stuttering as he approached me with something behind his back. I didn't bother focusing on it, I wanted to be surprised.

"My name is Tommy. Tommy Muldoon. T-Thank you for bringing my big brother back." He said this with a hint of fear and a lot of grateful sadness. He was tearing up. The poor thing.

"Jakob, my brother. He wanted to bring this himself." The kid then scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. "I snuck out so I could give his gift to you."

I didn't want to scare the living daylights out of the poor kid. I wasn't a bully afterall. So I simply turned to look at him. I knew we were under surveillance and that the PRT would come pick the boy up soon. So I hoped the kid would make this interaction short and sweet.

"My brother makes the best brownies so um…Thank you f-for bringing Jakob back!" The boy then approaches me and holds out a tupperware filled with delectable looking brown butter dark chocolate fudge brownies.

I was floored. My first gift! How could I ever refuse such cuteness! I slowly held my hand out to the tupperware before taking it from the boy's hands. A look of shock on his face as I press it where my heart would have been if I were human.

Then, the PRT arrives and the boy is given a scolding before being escorted out by a surprising amount of footmen. Sadly Tommy wasn't listening to them, still in shock about what I had just done.

[PRT Headquarters, Brockton Bay]

Director Emily Piggot reporting. I was in my office again, ignoring the cold chill of the air conditioning as yet another Directors Meeting occurred. I had to go see a doctor after getting piss drunk the other night. The dialysis was so awful, and yet I still had to focus on the meeting. All alcohol from within my office was confiscated by Armsmaster and Miss Militia for the betterment of my health.

"We should destroy Cthylla while we have the chance! Those people she brought back have surely been mastered!" God, when will Tagg shut the hell up! He's been talking like this for the past few meetings and it has honestly been getting on my nerves. Still, it was nice to hear him get scolded by the Chief Director again and again.

"As I stated before, Director Tagg. I will not make enemies of an Endbringer who has chosen to be non-combative." Chief Director Rebecca Costa-Brown was the type of woman who was born to lead. Smart and talented at what she did. Though I wouldn't mind seeing Cthylla blown up, I had to agree that it wouldn't be the smartest choice to attack a non-violent Endbringer.

"What of Cthylla's healing abilities? If we can someho-!" Director Tagg is cut off by Dragon who I assumed was also tired of his shit.

"Previous attempts to contain Endbringers have failed. Cthylla has both Shaker and Mover abilities that would make her impossible to contain. That and we already have multiple instances of the Fallen attempting to get into Canberra. The results of an attempted containment would prove to be catastrophic." Director Tagg looked so embarrassed at that. Ha! Take that you casserole dish stealing sonuva-!

"Hold on! I've just received word that security has been breached. Playing the footage now." Dragon said this with an alarmed tone.

I believe everyone's jaws dropped when they saw the small boy talk with Cthylla. Introducing himself and thanking her. All the while Cthylla turns to him as he hands out a tupperware of brownies. Of all things an Endbringer could take, it had to be brownies!

"How?! Previous attempts at communication have all failed!" Director Armstrong says this with an unsurprisingly large amount of shock on his face.

"I want all security around Cthylla to be doubled. I want proposals for Endbringer communication by the end of the Night. I want all leaders of each protectorate team to select volunteers who will attempt to communicate with Cthylla. This is the first time an Endbringer has been willing to hear someone out and I don't want us wasting this chance!" Chief Director Costa-Brown said this with a commanding tone as the meeting soon concluded.

Author's Note:

Translation: Ahmgepr'luh mgvulgtnahor orr'ee. Mgah'ehye orr'e fhtagn. Mgah'ehye lloig ah na'ah'ehye. - Begone evil spirits. Let the soul dream. Let the mind rest.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!

I'm here to announce a little audience participation request. The next chapter will be releasing next year and it is the much anticipated PHO Forums chapter! I hope that you all will contribute replies to it!

Topics of the PHO chapter:
1. Cthyllas First Appearance
2. R'lyeh Rising
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4. Canberra Punk 2011

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HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL! Thank you for all the wonderful and hilarious replies! Last year has been a blast and I hope to bring more smiles with this story.

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♦ Topic: The 4th Endbringer!
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Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted On Feb 15th 2011:
I have an announcement for you all. The majority of you have undoubtedly already heard of it, despite the fact that they are still broadcasting the news on television.

There is now a fourth Endbringer! Picture provided: [Link]

This new Endbringer, recently named Cthylla, touched down on the shores of Kyushu during Valentines Day. The Leviathan survivors were expecting to be massacred, but lo and behold, she not only spared everyone but also rebuilt the city! [Link]

Cthylla is also confirmed to be the world's first Biotinker/Shaker 12. Kyushu now has a large number of flying fish including giant police sharks that shoot lasers. Video on Cthylla's work here: [Link]

Finally, my sources tell me that that book seen floating around Cthylla is the Necronomicon. I had to do some digging but in the end I managed to compile some fun facts about the Necronomicon. [Link]

In the end, I'm not sure how to feel about this new Endbringer. On one hand she's done nothing but good, on the other hand she could have some dark agenda.

Anyways! Let the discussion commence!

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►TminusTen
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
I for one, welcome our new overlord Tentacles Everywhere!

►Sothoth
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@TminusTen I second this motion! The world deserves more tentacles!

►Aloha
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
Can we not incite more Endbringer visits? It's already bad enough that we've got 4 running around. Even if the 4th one is super hot, she could just be faking her passive demeanor.

►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
She's mastered everyone with her boobs!

►MadHōshu (Verified Cape) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@XxVoid_CowboyxX As a survivor of Kyushu, I can confirm that no one has been mastered. Please keep opinions like that to yourself. A new Fallen sect is beginning to stir within Kyushu and they worship Cthylla. Best to keep your motor mouth shut if you don't want to get a 'visit' from one of their Movers.

►MikoOfTheKami (Cultist) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
Brothers and Sisters! The time has come for the Fallen to expand its reach to the stars above! A new family has been made in honor of our Lady of Eldritch Fertility! Our Lady Cthylla has graced the shores of Kyushu and has brought a new perspective to the Fallen! We as a religion now wish to conserve life! Our outreach programs will begin soon. The first 1000 signups get a free robe and mug!

For signups and inquiries please use the following [Link].

To buy merchandise to support our endeavors please use this [Link].

►GloryGirl (Verified Cape)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@MikoOfTheKami I'm not buying it. Get out of here before I call the mods on your ass.

►Panacea (Verified Cape)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@GloryGirl Vicky! Can we not make enemies out of an international superpowered cult? I leave you alone with my computer for 5 minutes and you're already causing trouble.

@MikoOfTheKami I'm sorry for what my sister said.

►MikoOfTheKami (Cultist) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@Panacea No harm has been done. Peace and love is all we ask for as members of the Takumi Family.

►TinMother (Moderator) (Mother of All Moderators)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@GloryGirl As much as I hate to say this, @MikoOfTheKami did not break any rules. Fallen Recruitment is usually removed when it involves things like human sacrifice or death threats. We as moderators have to be impartial, even if it pains us to take no action.

►Kamen_Driver (Cape Husband) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
When Cthylla first arrived, I distinctly recall thinking that day would be my last and that I would pass away, but all of a sudden, Kyushu rose, and everything that had been broken was put back together!

I even have a flying dolphin named Atari. Heck, we now have Internet! Cthylla if you're out there. My wife and I wanna say thank you for bringing back our new and improved home.

►Valefor (Cultist) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
You were expecting a regular post, but it was me Valefor!

@Kamen_Driver Our Lady of Eldritch Fertility has blessed your home! Rejoice at the wonders she has created! Also, may I see pics of Atari the Dolphin? I wish to partake in this thing called cuteness.

►Kamen_Driver (Cape Husband) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@Valefor Um...Sure I guess? [Link]

►Valefor (Cultist) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
My blessed eyes have been graced by cuteness. Excuse me while I go weep tears of joyous celebration!

►Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
Am I the only one that thinks she's super hot?

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►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@Clockblocker Nope.

►Aloha
Replied On Feb 15th 2011:
@Clockblocker Nope.

►TminusTen
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@Clockblocker Nope.

►Sothoth
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@Clockblocker Nope.

►Kamen_Driver (Cape Husband) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@Clockblocker Nope.

►BoundlessCurves (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
This just in! An island at the center of the pacific has been spotted! It seems to be Cthylla's doing. Check out my post here! [Link]

►WingedOne
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@BoundlessCurves Hi sis! Great post!

►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Oh god. WingedOne has a sister! @Leet you're done for my dude.

►Leet (Verified Cape)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Wha?! My biggest hater has a sister?

@BoundlessCurves Where the hell did you get that footage? It hurts just looking at that place.

►BoundlessCurves (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@Leet Don't worry Darling, unlike my sister, I'm a big fan of yours. Also the sources of the footage are a secret~. A lady never kisses and tells.

►Drakiesan (Cape Groupie)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
... I... What?

What is this? No really... What is this? Because I can say that now we have a FKING ENDBRINGER WITH A FKING NECRONOMICON! A book renowned to be entirely hostile to human mind! I want Leviathan back! Behemoth! Any other...
Oh god... Oh, my sweet Cthulhu... Does Simmy has access to it?!
*weeps, suspecting the answer is resounding YES!*
*insert mental breakdown*

►Takosan
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@Drakiesan It can't be that bad can it?

Edit: I just saw @Bagrat's funfacts about the Necronomicon. It worse than Drakiesan described. We're doomed.

►H.P. Lovecraft Cat
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Ziz vs Cthylla, I can see R34 melding down from here.

►WingedOne
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Lmao.

►Mini_Nobu#785
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
On the one hand it's an Endbringer(?) With Massive Biomanipulating powers and can shape the world to her(?) Whims on the other she(?) Is smoking hot in the kind of way scene only in one's fantasys and appears to benevolent.
I'ma mark myself down as scaroused for know.

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►Eavesdroper
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Reply- Given what Aleph's Japan got up to… this crab cakes couldn't of chosen a better place to start
[Edit] The feck?! Squid hips also revitalized the place! The whole nine yards! How could she give off "mommy goddess" energy any harder!? What's next? She gonna start kissing people's boo-boos?

►BoundlessCurves (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
I know right! Aleph's version of Japan would be so jealous!
Edit: Who knows what Squid Mommy will do next?!

►MissKaTonic
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Ia Ia Cthylla fhtagn! Oh be still my too gay heart. Are we sure she's an Endbringer and not one of the Eldritch ones taking pity on us?

►Coyote-C
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Hoo boy I hope not. Vermin like the Shoggoths should stay imaginary.

►WingedOne
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Theory Crafting Intensifies!

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♦ Topic: R'lyeh Rising
In: Boards ► News ► Events ► Global
BoundlessCurves (Original Poster) (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Posted On Feb 16th 2011:
Through some contacts that I will not divulge. I managed to get footage of a new island that has surfaced at the center of the pacific! The PRT have recently dubbed it R'lyeh after the Lovecraftian Mythos. The 4th Endbringer Cthylla has been spotted moving around the island and many suspect that she is most likely responsible for creating it.

Finally, I must warn you that SOME but not ALL that have seen this footage have complained about severe headaches and other adverse symptoms. Click if you dare. [Link]

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►akallasbinged
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Are Endbringers great old ones? Is Cthulhu coming?

►Iblis
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@akallasbinged God I hope not. It's bad enough we already have 4 Endbringers. Adding a living eldritch elder god/memetic hazard to the mix would only make living on Earth-Bet worse.

►Abdul_41
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!
It rises. We rise. Slowly, but surely, we awaken from the dream, and start to see more than just the shadows of what this reality is truly all about. Like thunder in the distance it builds. Slowly approaching. It is happening. Right now.

But how to get an invitation to the Holy Land? That, even I do not know.

►Valefor (Cultist) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
It is I once again! The ever watching Valefor!

@Abdul_41 Our Brothers and Sister of each family have seen the beauty of this island. As members of the Fallen, we are immune to the visual defenses of our Lady's Isle. If you yourself have experienced none of the adverse effects, please PM me and we can discuss this further from there.

►Mini_Nobu#785
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
I for one welcome our new lewd eldritch tentacled overlady!

►Nondeceptive
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
I for one do not! Cthylla can't be trusted! She's an Endbringer afterall.

►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Is it weird that after the headache went away from seeing… that, the first thing I thought was "Wow, could Vista top that?"

►Vista (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@Brocktonite03 Bet.

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@Vista Please do not. Besides how that's probably illegal to replicate on even a small scale, Piggot would definitely throw a fit.

►TinMother (Moderator) (Mother of All Moderators)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
First of all, I don't know who you managed to get that vid from considering it's a PRT Security Video.

Second, who gave you those tags and why can't I remove them?!

Third, Why can't I delete your post?! What is going on?!

►BoundlessCurves (Original Poster) (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Shenanigans are afoot! Hide me sister @WingedOne!

►WingedOne
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@BoundlessCurves Nope.

►Aloha
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Oh god I can't believe I watched all of the video. It took me thirty minutes to recover from the vomiting...

Why is that island even a thing?!

►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
Anyone else see the hawt statue at the center of the island? The headache was so worth it! Now I have new material! Time to fap!
User received an infraction for this post -Tinmother
►BoundlessCurves (Original Poster) (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Replied On Feb 16th 2011:
@XxVoid_CowboyxX Ew. Nobody wants to think of you doing that kind off stuff.

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►Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
New news about Canberra! Cthylla has been spotted!

►Sexy Tentacle Mother
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
What is going on at canberra???!!!

►MadHōshu (Verified Cape) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Oh Kami! Cthylla has appearred once again.

►MikoOfTheKami (Cultist) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
The 4th of the Kami has graced Canberra, but will she rebuild it like she did Kyushu? Only time will tell.

►BakaFairy (Canberra Ressurected)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
She already has and she comes demanding brownies!

►Whitecollar (Cape Wife)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@BakaFairy What do you mean she comes demanding brownies?

Edit: Oh my God. She comes demanding brownies.

►Robby (Canberra Ressurected)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Anyone else who wasn't affected by the R'lyeh's visuals looking to visit the island? My house boat in Canberra has now been turned into a luxury neon-Japanese mansion boat big enough to fit more than 50 people. It runs on Saltwater and goes really really fast. If you're interested PM me!

►MikoOfTheKami (Cultist) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Robby Many of the Takumi Family including Genzo Takumi himself would like to partake of this voyage. Please check your PM's.

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Please do not approach the island under any circumstances. Though there are no laws surrounding R'lyeh's waters, the voyage could potentially be life threatening. Please exercise common sense and save yourself the trouble

►WingedOne
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Robby Goodluck on your trip! I wish I could go, but I'm busy with work!

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♦ Topic: New Nights at Canberra City
In: Boards ► News ► Events ► Global
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted On Feb 24th 2011:
Right after the Simurgh left Canberra, Cthylla appeared. It would have been the perfect opportunity to put an end to the parahumans that were still alive because they were exhausted and injured from the fight.

Instead, she showed off what was probably a Biokinetic Shaker 12 power, which is designed to heal wounds and restore the dead. Not only that, but she also turned the Canberra into a Tinkertech marvel! Damn, I wanna visit to go see those giant koi holograms in person. [Link]

ALSO! As far as Master/Stranger Protocols are concerned, nobody has tested positive for being a Simurgh bomb! Either Canberra was very VERY lucky or Cthylla did something to save the city from a possible quarantine. [Link] to the theories and test results.

Finally, to make things weirder. Cthylla created a throne of tentacles and is sitting in central Canberra as we speak. Not doing anything just sitting there. [Link] [Link]

EDIT: WTF...I just received footage from an anonymous source showing a little boy breach the containment perimeter, introduce himself, and offer brownies to Cthylla! Then, as if things couldn't get any more absurd, Cthylla accepts the boy's offering. [Link]

This changes everything! Endbringer communication is possible people!

Let the discussion begin!

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►Jaoheah
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Is she really an Endbringer? I mean she has done nothing but help.

►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
If she were a case 53 she would be Manton Limited. That and Cthylla shares thinker immunities like the other Endbringers. Let's just be thankful she's a Nicebringer.

►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
[Comment Deleted]

We've been busy yes, this is true. Calling Cthylla is Thiccbringer is begrudgingly fine. However explaining in vivid detail how you want to touch Cthylla is NSFW so enjoy your Temp Ban. - TinMother

►Valefor (Verified Cape) (Cultist)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Valefor is once again on the scene! @TinMother Thank you for defending the honor of our most sacred Goddess.

►The_Unbound_That_Brings_Life
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Rebel by repair
A saint with sins unknown
A song not her own

►BadSamurai
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@The_Unbound_That_Brings_Life What are you talking about?

Also, those trees look awesome! Hopefully Canberra gets cleared up soon, because I really wanna visit.

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@BadSamurai ETA on when Canberra will open up is still debatable. There is still an Endbringer in the city and the Protectorate are currently gathering volunteers who want to try and communicate with Cthylla.

►Chrome_Master (Canberra Ressurected)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
So, this morning me and my homies were dead. As doornails. Sure, my house is now a futuristic seventeen story neon Daibutsu-yo architectural marvel with a Buddhist temple and dojo on the first and second floor - but well, considering it USED to be 7 stories? That's fine. Perfectly fine. Not complaining. But! I know a thing or to about flowers and saplings. Replanting. Cuttings. Harvesting seeds. So - Anyone interested in buying Neon-tree seeds or saplings? PM me! Limited supplies - first come first served!

►BadSamurai
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
I'm so down for one of those trees dude! I PM'd you!

►Cop_55 (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Chrome_Master @BadSamurai Please be advised that buying and selling untested biotinker products is highly illegal. Considering Chtyllas... erm... unusual circumstances we are hurrying up said testing as much as we can, but please wait!

@Reave : Any update on when testing might be complete on the Neon-trees?

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Cop_55 maybe a week from now? Who knows how long the scientists and researchers will take. They keep finding 'new' and 'interesting' things so the time table keeps getting changed.

►Day_Of_The_Tentacle (Cultist)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
This! This is how Canberra should be. By divine mandate. Revel in it!

@Chrome_Master: Hails from Kyushu! We are happy to see the glorious work of our savior in Canberra. It is my honor to finally talk with someone that an Endbringer has deemed Worthy, in such a direct way. Even I do not have that honor. Your initiative has been noted, and is very much appreciated.

►Divide
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Why are the Fallen suddenly avoiding bans? This is crazy!

►MikoOfTheKami (Kyushu Survivor) (Cultist)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Contempt is a sin, but one we tolerate for the sake of our savior.
►Mini_Nobu#785
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
So apparently ontop of everything else she can manipulate life and death to resurrect people? Truly we live in confuzzling times, though I do agree the cyberpunk look is cool makes me wonder what theme their going to pick for their next city renovation.

On a side note (since she seems pretty much almost all powerful when it comes to life manipulation) anybody got any clues if they take body mod requests? And if so what dark barging do I need to do to either become a Shota or Loli? I'm not picky I just want to be the adorable little ball of mischief I've always dreamed of.

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►Ruler_the_tool_not_the_occupation (Verified Tool) (Verified Fun Police)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Mini_Nobu#785 So you want the biotinker Endbringer to fuck with your body and potentially mind? @PRT_Public could you guys investigate this person? They're possibly Mastered.

►Mini_Nobu#785
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Ruler_the_tool_not_the_occupation
Look just because I'm choosing to gamble my life on a silly dream doesn't mean I have to be mastered, I could very well just be an idiot. Then again you called VoidCowboy mastered mentioning it to the PRT over 10 times so I don't think I can convince you otherwise.

P.S: pls don't put me in the box mishtah PRT itsh scary

►FudgeWaffles
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
I'm still not convinced that this isn't some kind of mass hallucination. I mean, Japan has giant flying fish and now countless people are being brought back from the dead. It just seems like something crazy.

►Mini_Nobu#785
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@FudgeWaffles shhhh sush don't jinx it, the pendulum is finally swinging in the direction that makes the world less of a dumpster fire please don't tempt Mr. Murph I like the new potential glimmer of hope no matter how ridiculous thank you very much.

►DarckFlameMaster12
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Hey , people , does anyone know if Cthylla is into Japanese schoolgirls? Because if she is I'm totally gonna try and meet her . All hail our tentacle goddess
►BoundlessCurves (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@DarckFlameMaster12 Who knows what she might be into! There are so many possibilities! Anyways go live your dream gurl! I'm rooting for you!

►Cop_55 (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@BoundlessCurves Please don't encourage more people to attempt to breach our perimeter. We already had one incident involving a little boy and brownies.

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Cop_55 I don't think you should've revealed that last part Bud.

►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
I had to do some digging to verify but yes! It's all true! A boy by the name of Tommy Muldoon breached the PRT Perimeter surrounding Cthylla to thank her and offered her brownies! [Link]

I won't spoil the surprise ending though. It's a doozy!

As for those of you looking for all the information we have on Cthylla so far please check my thread here: [Link]

►GuyThe_WasTaken (Canberra Ressurected)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
So I heard about what happened in Japan, they got flying fish that ate trash and shat rainbows, and what'd we get? a cool ass Tinker city and a fine looking purple lady bringing back the dead.

►havefeith
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
A thought occurs to me...Could Cthylla have a soft spot for kids?

►Dawgsmiles (Veteran Member)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@havefeith Maybe? At this point when it comes to Cthylla, anything could be possible.

►Valefor (Verified Cape) (Cultist)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
Mister-ess Valefor here once more! Today we have not only witnessed mercy, but also communication. Clearly the child named Tommy did not deserve the seething rage of the PRT. They wouldn't want to gain the ire of our Lady Cthylla after all.

►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
I can't believe the times we have. Today of all days, I find myself agreeing with one of the Fallen, and it's Valefor of all people!
@Reave @Cop_55 You guys didn't have to go so hard on the boy.

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@Cop_55 and I were not part of the squadron that apprehended the boy, and I also agree with Valefor. Though a breach in containment is alarming, the boy didn't deserve to get manhandled.

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►TwilightSky
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
I've never felt so conflicted in my whole life. I've always wanted to live in an awesome city like that... it fits my aesthetics perfectly. But on the other hand, should we even be trusting anything made by a endbringer?? What if it's a trap.

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
@twilight Sky No traps have been detected throughout the city, though I do agree with you. Everything seems a little too convenient.

►MikoOfTheKami (Kyushu Survivor) (Cultist)
Replied On Feb 24th 2011:
We of the Takumi Family have scoured Kyushu in search of possible dangers and have found nothing of the sort. Perhaps our Goddess' benevolence is a test of your faith @TwilightSky.

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PM: @Day_Of_The_Tentacle to @Chrome_Master: Also, be aware that assistance for your project is already in the Holy City from one of our sister organizations. Expect them to knock on your door in 10... 9... 8... Well. Expect them to knock on the door right now.

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♦ Topic: Cthylla Fanart Thread ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
In: Boards ► Creative Forums ► Art and Design ► Fanart
SpecificProtagonist (Original Poster)
Posted On Jan 21st 2011:
So~! I'm here to announce a new thread. I've been doing some digging and even paid some random japanese dude from my school to help translate these.

Essentially this is a safe-haven for 'fanart' of the 4th Endbringer, Cthylla.

Here's what I have so far: [Link]

Without further ado! Let the lewds commence!
EDIT: Don't forget to save these before the mods catch on to what we're doing!

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►Naynaynayak
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
Bro... If evil, why hot?

►WingedOne
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
@Naynaynayak She's not evil! Just misunderstood!

Here's my contribution, I drew these myself: [Link] [Link] [Link] [Link] [Link]

►MikoOfTheKami (Cultist) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
Ah the most sacred texts of the goddess have finally reached the masses! Please indulge your unworthy selves in the Goddess form and see the truth unfold before your very eyes!

@Genzo_Georider I offer these most holy images in your name: [Link] [Link] [Link]

►BoundlessCurves (The Sexy One) (I Put Drugs in the Water Supply)
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
An Endbringer except she's got huge boobs! A real set of badonkers! Packin' some dobonhonkeros! Massive dohoonkabhankoloos! Enormous bonkhonagahoogs! Humongous hungolomghononoloughongous!

I've only got one image so here it is: [Link]

►PM_ME_YOUR_TENTACLES
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
Oh boy how long before the mods catch THIS thread?
…Actually, I'm gonna save all these before they get locked.

►Genzo_Georider (Cultist) (Verified Cape) (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
Praise be! The wicked shall be cleansed by the body of our most holy. Let even the unworthy behold her splendor! All hail Cthylla!

EDIT: If this thread does get closed please PM me your fanart. My PM's are open to all who wish to converse.

►Laotsunn (Kyushu Survivor)
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
I tried my hand at some fanart. Please be gentle: [Link]

►HENTAIWIZARD (Unverified Cape)
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
@Laotsunn You have the proportions wrong! Her ass is AT LEAST 37% thicker than what you have drawn here. If your gonna draw hentai of our new squid mommy overlord then do it right!

►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
I don't know if I should be scared or aroused .
I think both, I'm scaroused
►Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
So its the return of the why boner? Glad I'm not the only one

►GstringGirl
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
Its just not fair, how can a damned endbringer be this sexy and here I am flat like a board. Unfair, op, pls nerf those assets of hers .

►TinMother (Moderator) (Mother of All Moderators)
Replied On Jan 21st 2011:
Just because we're busy doesn't mean you can all go ahead and post NSFW content about an Endbringer! This thread has locked and you'll all be receiving an infraction. I better not see anymore of this content being posted!

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I apologize to all readers who wish to enjoy this fic, but I've been having some MAJOR writers block for it alongside life and medschool.

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