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by John Biles
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But I'm getting ahead of myself. Our careers began in the late
sixties and early seventies when one of Fred's fraternity brothers tried
to sacrifice the entire fraternity and its guests to Shub-Niggurath during
a fraternity party. The four of us were forced to lock the doors and burn
down the building. It killed a few frat boys, but even Fred agreed that
frat boys were easily replacable. There were five of us in those days,
six if you counted Scooby. You look surprised. You've never heard of the
fifth human in our band. Well, Johnny Quest didn't stay with us for very
long. His dog, Bandit, and Scooby kept fighting all the time, and he was
younger than us, anyway. But for about six months, he had to stay with my
folks after his father's compound blew up for the eighteenth time in three
weeks, and I got stuck babysitting him. We were better off when he left;
our orgies worked better with an even number of males and females.
Velma had heard her mother mutter about Hastur in her final
delirium when insectoid bat winged monstrosities had stalked through the
house, slaying everyone in Velma's family except for Velma and the cat.
She had blanked all this out from sheer horror, but hearing this brought
back the memories. Even worse, she remembered her mother's last words to
one of the Byakhee: "Take the family rifle, go to the grassy knoll in
Dallas, and shoot the President". And I bet you thought Oliver Stone shot
JFK.
Anyway, Velma had been in a coma for years after that awful
night, only reviving when she heard the song �Baby, Won't You Light My
Fire?'. She had risen in a frenzy and destroyed the radio, and soon made
a full recovery, going to Miskatonic at the same time as us, but having
forgotten that her parents had been baby-sacrificing Hastur worshippers.
Until now.
Our studies paid off. Ever wonder how Scooby could talk? Shaggy
used a spell from the Book of Eibon to turn Scooby into his familiar,
making Scooby more intelligent and capable of speech. Ever wonder how we
got money? Velma summoned Byakhee to rob banks for us in the first few
years, then later, we used the secrets of the Time Gate we got from the
B'harne fragments to plunder the past of its treasures and sell them.
Hey, we needed the money! We also used certain alchemical formulae from
De Vermis Mysteris to lengthen our lifespans so we would have more time to
hunt the forces of the Mythos.
Looking back at it, I can see now that the crucial moment came
with the day that we acquired Scrappy. This twisted chiuahua had been the
familiar of a sorceror we killed, whose family had degenerated into rat
things. We summoned Cthugha, then used a mind-control spell on an Air
Force captain we had met, and got him to nuke the site as well. Before we
left, though, Fred bit off one of the man's fingers in personal combat
with him, and that finger had a magic ring. When Fred put it on, Scrappy
showed up, and announced he was Fred's magic servant. He also claimed to
be related to Scooby, and for some reason, we believed him, despite the
fact that over a decade, he never got any bigger.
It was at that moment that things went down hill. In the early
nineties, we had to take a six month break, because Velma and Shaggy had
to go into drug rehab. I went to stay with my cousins in Samson,
California. Fred's mother was dying, so he went to visit her, up in
Massachusetts.
Velma got better, mostly. She was rational for the first time in
years and she'd finally gotten rid of those fits where she would try to
put Scooby in the oven and eat him. She'd also furthered her occult
studies and learned a ritual that her psychiatrist had tried to use on
her; basically, you gain someone's skills by eating their brain and you
can shapechange into their form. He'd tried to do that to her, so she had
summoned Yog- Sothoth and designated him as the human sacrifice. However,
she now obsessively watched Full House, and I was somewhat worried for
her.
Fred was the worst. His mother hadn't died; she'd simply run off
to the ocean to go live with the Deep Ones, passing on her copy of the
Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan to him, and giving him a few bottles of
homebrew Space Mead she'd made. Fred had translated them with Scrappy's
help and was beginning to talk wildly of summoning up Bholes to eat the
Democratic party. Fred had gone Republican on us during the eighties, you
see. I would have, but I was quite sure from my interpretation of the
Ponape Scriptures that Reagan was Nylarhotep. Fred's family heritage was
beginning to show, as his hair receded, his forehead and eyes bulged, and
he began to take on a greenish look. Scrappy kept egging him on to summon
more and more of the Great Old Ones, �just to let them know who is boss',
and the sight of them was eating at his mind.
No, I did not acquire a taste for human flesh from eating in
cannibalistic Tcho-Tcho feasts! The Tcho-Tchos are not cannibals; they
would never eat each other, and they're not really human, so it doesn't
count as cannibalism if they eat humans. Anyway, the FDA forced them to
substitute Pork for human flesh in their recipes, and the ACLU's suit to
overthrow that ban failed. As you SHOULD know. IF you're REALLY an
officer of the law.
You can understand how I got mad, right? I mean, any rational
person would have pissed off that some annoying puppy was trying to get
one of my friends to kill me, right? Especially sacrificing me to a loser
like Nyogtha. About the only Great Old One more pathetic than him is
Rhan- Tegoth, who we saw at a museum in Toronto. We spray-painted him
blue and put up a sign that said �Mutant Smurf'.
Then Scrappy got up and began to laugh. "It's too late! Fred's
sacrificing Velma in the basement! He will open the Great Door with the
aid of Yog-Sothoth, and then pass through it to free Hastur, and release
Pac from his maze, and unleash Y'golonac and..."
Now I was pissed. I pulled my shotgun off the floor and levelled
it at him. "You bastard! I bet you killed Kenny too!"
"Too late." I didn't think about what he had said. I simply shot
him again, this time, splattering his head. His body split apart, and
swirling darkness boiled out of it. I realized too late what Scrappy
really was. The Crawling Chaos, the Lurker in Darkness, the Cosmic
Beavis, Nylarhotep, herald of the Outer Gods. He erupted from the puppy
form, assuming one of his most dreaded forms, The Clown of Chaos. It was
then that I understood the awful truth about how McDonalds can have such
low prices, and the true meaning of the Arch Deluxe. No one had
understood; it was actually the �Arch d'Lux', which holds the dread
Gidget, grand- niece three times removed of Cthulhu, and second cousin to
Zoth-Hotdog, bound in the great chasm of Lethe on the planet Fiftie.
Everytime someone ate one, it symbolically weakened the Arch itself,
through the law of sympathy, thus bringing the return of the Great Old
Ones that much closer.
I could not bear the laughter of the Clown of Chaos, nor his
offer of a Happy Meal. I looked into the Abyss and saw the truth of that
as well. I will spare you, you could not bear it without snapping. For a
time, I wandered mindlessly through the house, shooting everything that
moved. Then I tried to have sex with the vacuum cleaner. When I came out
of the haze, I was standing over Scooby with an axe buried in his head
and...I cannot bear to think of it. I wasn't the one who had put the axe
in his head, it was the Dimensional Hamburglar that the Clown had sent
after me that had done the dirty deed. I used the Seventh Satthala upon
the Dimensional Hamburglar, casting it screaming through the dimensions
into the dread eighty fifth dimension, inhabited only by Barbie dolls.
Sometimes, I can still hear him scream.
All the wisdom of Scooby flooded my mind. It was a rush like I'd
never had before. Scooby had seen the rite in the basement, which I'd
forgotten about; that was what he had tried to come tell me about. So I
went to the basement, where Velma was tied to a table, being forced to
have sex with Mel Gibson while Fred summoned Yog-Sothoth. Okay, she
wasn't exactly being forced. Fred's rite had one fatal flaw; you need a
stone tower to summon Yog-Sothoth, and making one with Legos and an
Erector set just doesn't cut it. I would have made the same mistake; only
Scooby knew better. And maybe Velma, but she was too busy with Mel to
notice.
Fred never could resist me. But neither could I. We had mad
passionate sex on the floor, then I switched off, and FINALLY got to see
what Mel was really like in bed. He'd kept putting me off with excuses
about being married and how his co-stars would get jealous.
Unfortunately, Velma is faster than me, so now Fred was back to his rite
while I was still busy with Mel. Velma had passed out, in fact. Fred
stabbed down with a knife to kill me, so I had to roll over and let Mel
take the knife for me. He's such a hero.
The only reason I was able to beat the summoned beings of cosmic
power was that they all tried to come through the portal at once and got
stuck. One by one, I ran through the banishment spells, and sent them all
back to their home dimensions, except for Valentino, who I kept because I
needed some R&R after that. Sure, he can only put out once, and then his
manifestation body crumbles to a dessicated corpse, but that one time is
WORTH it.
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--The above document was found at the Samson County Sheriff's Department
HQ after it mysteriously burned down two days after the Samson Earthquake.
It was on official letterhead, and seems to have been a transcription of
the ramblings of one �Daphne Pickman'. No record of her existence outside
this document have been found, however. Nor were any female bodies found
on the site. The investigation is still in progress.