User blog:AustinDR/Fanfiction: Loud House: The King in Yellow

Have you seen the Yellow Sign?

Part 1
It had been three years since Maya Lottie arrived at the town of Royal Woods, Michigan and enacted the ultimate apocalypse. Thousands of people in different nations and countries were snuffed out. Cities were ravaged by the pantheon of eldritch beings with there being little to no salvageable hope of them ever being rebuilt to their former glory.

At the very least Maya was dead ultimately undone by the very power that she entrusted to a little girl. Maya, otherwise, the former dreaded voice of the Outer Gods Nyarlathotep, left a progeny in the form of a contingency plan to further his legacy of chaos. However, his former slave Patrick Stark ensured that his schemes died with him and raised the young child as his own.

Most of the gods were also killed alongside the accursed Nyarlathotep. The second most powerful of the pantheon besides the Nuclear Chaos Azathoth was Yog-Sothoth who was summoned to blow the dust away from the blue marble but like the Messenger of the Outer Gods, Yog-Sothoth was thwarted by Nyarlathotep's slave. But he knew all and nothing was hidden from him. The defeat of the gods on Earth was merely a temporary setback as far as the Keeper of the Gate was concerned. He knew where the old gods once broke out and where they would trek once more. It was only a matter of time for the gods to have their supreme victory.

In Royal Woods, Michigan, a tired nightguard was keeping watch over the quiet mall. Crust accumulated at the corners of his eyes. Thick bags were under them. It was nearing 3 in the morning when he decided to take a few glimpses at the surveillance footage. All seemed well, but rather tedious and mundane. Without the sounds of the footsteps of customers merrily walking around to different departments at their leisure, the mall was a ghost town.

He turned his attention to the mall's parking lot next. As he was taking a sip of his coffee, he suddenly noticed a slight disturbance.spitsspit the contents of his drink out in shock and rushed to bombard the entrance.

A hunched figure wobbled to the mall's entrance. With his flashlight in his hand, the nightguard seized it. For whatever reason, he was becoming unsettled by the sudden appearance of the mysterious stranger. He couldn't fathom it, but at the same time, the stranger emitted such an aura, it drove him over the edge. The flashlight's beam grew unstable and near the end of its life. Regardless, he used it to make out what little he could observe the man's appearance. It spiraled him into more fear.

The large hooded figure was dressed in a tattered cloak made of seemingly golden fabric. Around his neck was a necklace encrusted with a bizarre symbol. The man's long, bony fingers reached out to tap at the glass in a droning motion. The nightguard cocked his gun and feebly held it between his hands.

"You better get on and get!" the nightguard yelled.

The hooded man bent down to look directly at the nightguard. The little specks of light from the flashlight illuminated off his face revealing that he was wearing a smooth, palette mask. A low, monotonous tune rung out from the mask. "You are in the presence of the King in Yellow; Him Who is Not to Be Named. The Unspeakable One."

The nightguard tapped his gun on the glass repeating the same demand. In the corner of his eye, another figure manifested. This figure, however, had a slim feminine physique. She gracefully walked on the concrete of the park way, practically floating from the gust of wind. She was roughly around the same height of the cloaked man. Much like him, she wore a cloak, a black one at that. She knelt as well; she possessed a singular eye hidden away by the bangs of her black hair.

"Who are you two," the nightguard stammered, "and what do you want?"

The cloaked man spoke again with more authority in his face. He quizzically stared at the man as if he were the stranger intending on infiltrating the mall at closing time.

"For eons, I've been imprisoned in my city of Carcosa. Just recently, my hated brother Cthulhu that foolish Great Dreamer ravaged your city alongside the other gods of the pantheon I am affiliated with."

Without another word, he clawed at his mask and pulled it downward. Underneath the mask was a plethora of beastly mandibles and eyes that pulsated each time they multiplied. The nightguard saw this this, a bubble of horror slowly ascending his throat from the deepest pits of his stomach. He wanted to scream, but his lips were sewed shut. He looked down and saw that at the base of the man, instead of two legs, legions of tentacles erupted from underneath the scraps of golden fabric.

"With my half-brother dead, I have manifested on your rock to take my place as the ruler of this pathetic planet." The nightguard's body was overcome with the god's otherworldly power. His mind evaporated as his thoughts were perversely invaded while subsequently having subliminal messages pumped into what remained of it. They were of his Yellow Sign. The nightguard's body welted up like a balloon under the threat of explosion. His flesh painfully crystallized into rows upon rows of reptilian scales. The bones and joints in the poor man's limbs fractured, sending him sprawling on the ground.

"From here until the end of your miserable life, you are indebted to me. Call me Hastur."

Hastur turned to glare at the woman accompanying him. She motionlessly stood by the grotesque blob and looked at it apathetically. She too stared at him, unflinching.

"I know what you have done," he said.

The woman laughed. "Oh? Pray tell me."

Hastur clenched his fist. "I know you took my half-niece and secured her somewhere in a place where I do not know." The woman arched her eyebrow. "It was three years ago, and now your primitive mind realized something was amiss." She held her hand in front of her mouth as she laughed. It irritated Hastur and he would've struck her then and there only to relent when he remembered that she was of a higher authority than he was.

"You're fortunate that I do not slice you into seven pieces and then cast those pieces to the farthest reaches of the universe. Nay, save a few pieces so I can directly go to Azathoth himself and feed them to him."

The woman chuckled again. "You sought me out because of my infinite knowledge and power, Hastur. You know as much as I do that, I am too valuable to cast away into the gates."

Hastur nodded in agreement and turned his attention back to the bloated nightguard. He telepathically spoke with him. "Wake up."

The blubbery man rolled on his side and slowly got up. His mind was gone. His personality stripped away to make room for Hastur's influence. "What is your bidding, master?"

Hastur caressed his necklace. "See this sign?"

The nightguard shook his head, the fatness around it jiggling. "I want you to spread my sign to as many people as you possibly can. Once everyone has seen it, they too will fall under my influence and becoming my slaves. It is then that this world would fall into the clutches of the King in Yellow."

The nightguard weakly salutes Hastur and wobbled his way out of the mall allowing the two to enter in. Hastur looked around the mall in satisfaction. The mall would be where his kingdom would begin.

(More to come)