Camille lived on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity. It was called Long Island. And though she guessed at the grandeur of the cosmic cycle, and fancied herself a woman well aware of her place in this world and all of its machinations, nothing could have prepared her for the hellish events of that humid April night, in the back swamps of Florida.“SPRING BREAK!!! WOOO!” Screamed a distant voice, fading into the night.Having fallen behind of the booze cruise after one too many Tecate beer bongs, Camille found herself sprawled in the bog, the crushing presence of the stars sprawling above her with all their horrible possibility.At first, relegating the experience merely to the tremors of a drunken mind, she had dismissed the quaking of the ground. The hissing of the boiling waves, too, she proclaimed a hallucination. And when the large, formless black shape lurched upwards from the lake, shaking loose the sickly weeds and stagnant mud of a thousand years of accumulation, well, she figured that was probably just the Jaeger Bombs. But when it turned to her and, for one brief moment that stretched, in her mind, into millennia, and she saw the eye – the terrible eye, gazing upon her with a complete and alien revulsion - she knew deep within her soul, in places that were already withering and dying, that this was real. The shape, seeming to defy vision itself, slithering and shifting away from her focus, turned to her, and in her mind she heard the terrible voice, like the screaming of tigers as they are butchered in traps.“Hey,” it said. And inside of her, she could already feel the madness surging, “I’m Chad. Business major. Haven’t seen you around the quad, what’re you studying?”“Poli-Sci,” she thought internally, because her lips, indeed all of her limbs, were paralyzed with shock.“Cool,” whispered the dementia worming its way into her thoughts, “that’s pretty cool. My cousin does that. He likes it okay.”“Awesome,” she replied.She was momentarily distracted by a high, keening sound, beginning someplace far away, but growing louder.“So….like, do you have a boyfriend?”“Nope. I’m just down here to party!” She answered.“Rad! Me too! How ‘bout a handy?” Asked the madness.Screaming, she realized. The sound was screaming. It was coming from her.
TL; DR: Lady meets cthulhu, they bang.
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