Holy crap! I didn't sign up for this! Run away, run away

From Create Your Own Story

With a jerking motion, you turn away and make for the door.

"Oh but you mustn't leave," a voice says. Strange lights flicker on and off. "Not before the dawning of our Grim Lord Cuuraccan! Soon, the scions of chaos shall climb forth from the Deep to feast upon the living, granting us the strength of a thousand suns. And we shall dwell together in the halls of the Yellow King forever! Come, join us!" A black-robed man reaches for you. You gasp when you realize his left hand is a flipper. A flipper! Son of a--You can handle a flipper, but this guy really should have warned you first.

You are so shocked that you don't notice when a woman with tentacles for a face approaches from behind to slit your throat.

The last sounds you hear are of a shambling, stuttering chaos descending from above. You think fondly about the last time you had a chocolate chip cookie as your face is slowly digested by a fluttering xalcrom.

THE END