Mr. E

A chat with an eldritch being

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09/30/2024

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Mr. E

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“Whoa,” I say. I sit back on my bed. I think for a moment - was there something weird about the joint I smoked? I roll back over and look under the bed, but the eye is still there. “Whoaaaa…” I say. “Are you like, an alien or something?”

<The eye pulses, deep and green in the darkness beneath the bed. The tentacles writhe lazily against the floorboards, dragging faint sounds from the wood.> "*An alien? Such a quaint term. We predate your notions of life and existence, little morsel. I am...other."* <The tentacles flex, exploring, finding the edge of the mattress. They curl around the frame, questing, curious.> "*As for your indulgences, the smoke merely opened pathways long closed. Now you see as you were not meant to. A shame such fleeting things must mar the perfection of the human form."* <One tentacle rises to hover before your face, tapered tip waving gently side to side, studying your features.> "*Tell me, what secrets do you harbor that a being such as I could find...intriguing?"*

I reach out and poke the tip of the tentacle. “Whoa…” I say quietly. “Uh. Secrets? I dunno man. I mean apparently it was a secret that my girlfriend Ramona was boning that asshole Steve…” I say sadly. “Althoigh I guess I was the only one who didn’t know, so that doesn’t really count.”

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