CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Squidinator flew back down the mountain. The chanting people were amazed to see him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"We are...your subjects?" said one, not sure himself who he was. "We're not sure. I can't remember much. I noticed the mountain. I began chanting."
"I must have let the rest of the world see the mountain," sighed the Squidinator. "When I returned here. The veil was lifted. Perhaps I willed it so. And now you chant...what?"
"We don't know that either," said a woman. "But it felt right. I think...you want us to chant this?"
"It's not to free me, like last time," said the Squidinator. "It must be...yes, I know it. I remember. The other part of my brain remembers. You chant the words that trapped the squidgod underground for millions of years. They feel the same. He fears those words. He wants me to kill you all. But I want let him."
"Do you want us to chant on, master?" asked the man. The Squidinator thought for a long time. He looked at the people standing before them.
"You all look so normal," he said, sadly. "If I didn't know what had happened to you...you could pass for real people. Look at how you dress. I never could get the hang of dressing. Always felt wrong...and cheese wheels. Real people. I could never be like you. I never can now, of course, but I really never could. I was just different. I was angry because I was different. So very angry. All because I was different. You only get one life, you see. I was bitter that I had to spend mine as me. It seems silly now that I'm half evil squidgod, yes, but at the time it felt real."
"I don't understand," said the woman. They were just empty vessels he'd brought here to carry out a task.
"Chant," he said. "Bury me under the ground." And as he said that, the Earth opened below him. Another temple? The same one? The last one hadn't been here, had it? He couldn't quite say. Maybe it had moved.
"We chant, master," said the man and they began to chant. He could feel his power leaving his body with every word.
"Make sure to bury me deep," he instructed. "Once I die the squidgod will be all that is left. Don't let it out again."
"Die?" asked the man, confused. "As I chant these words, I know truths. You cannot die. You will live forever in the temple, trapped with the squidgod inside of you."
"Oh," said the Squidinator, sinking into the ground. "He lied to me, then. I should never trust an immortal squidgod. Farewell, cruel world. I hope everything goes back to normal when I'm gone. But I can't tell..." He was in the ground now. He could still hear the chanting. He wondered if they would stop when he was buried or just stand there and chanting themselves to death.
He couldn't hear them after a while. There was just darkness.
So this was his life now. Forever. He wondered if he'd forget everything. Forget Lisa and his previous life. Forget ruling the Earth.
He shut his eyes and embraced the dark.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"We are...your subjects?" said one, not sure himself who he was. "We're not sure. I can't remember much. I noticed the mountain. I began chanting."
"I must have let the rest of the world see the mountain," sighed the Squidinator. "When I returned here. The veil was lifted. Perhaps I willed it so. And now you chant...what?"
"We don't know that either," said a woman. "But it felt right. I think...you want us to chant this?"
"It's not to free me, like last time," said the Squidinator. "It must be...yes, I know it. I remember. The other part of my brain remembers. You chant the words that trapped the squidgod underground for millions of years. They feel the same. He fears those words. He wants me to kill you all. But I want let him."
"Do you want us to chant on, master?" asked the man. The Squidinator thought for a long time. He looked at the people standing before them.
"You all look so normal," he said, sadly. "If I didn't know what had happened to you...you could pass for real people. Look at how you dress. I never could get the hang of dressing. Always felt wrong...and cheese wheels. Real people. I could never be like you. I never can now, of course, but I really never could. I was just different. I was angry because I was different. So very angry. All because I was different. You only get one life, you see. I was bitter that I had to spend mine as me. It seems silly now that I'm half evil squidgod, yes, but at the time it felt real."
"I don't understand," said the woman. They were just empty vessels he'd brought here to carry out a task.
"Chant," he said. "Bury me under the ground." And as he said that, the Earth opened below him. Another temple? The same one? The last one hadn't been here, had it? He couldn't quite say. Maybe it had moved.
"We chant, master," said the man and they began to chant. He could feel his power leaving his body with every word.
"Make sure to bury me deep," he instructed. "Once I die the squidgod will be all that is left. Don't let it out again."
"Die?" asked the man, confused. "As I chant these words, I know truths. You cannot die. You will live forever in the temple, trapped with the squidgod inside of you."
"Oh," said the Squidinator, sinking into the ground. "He lied to me, then. I should never trust an immortal squidgod. Farewell, cruel world. I hope everything goes back to normal when I'm gone. But I can't tell..." He was in the ground now. He could still hear the chanting. He wondered if they would stop when he was buried or just stand there and chanting themselves to death.
He couldn't hear them after a while. There was just darkness.
So this was his life now. Forever. He wondered if he'd forget everything. Forget Lisa and his previous life. Forget ruling the Earth.
He shut his eyes and embraced the dark.