I'm in Cthulhu

"What am I...doing?"

Under the despairing rose-red sky, Miles Gaston looked at the street in front of him, which was rendered sad by the dim afterglow of dusk... People were running around like headless flies, like frightened deer. group.

A strange emotion born of oblivion filled his mind, a wonderful mixture of extreme confusion and absolute fear without any trace of sadness.

This should not be an experience that animals like humans can perceive through flesh and blood, so poor Miles is about to suffer the evil that is not protected by justice for uncovering the horrific existence behind the unknown and daring to peek into its unspeakable crimes. punish.

Doubts and fears continued to rise in his mind, making him want to escape from this crazy and extreme feeling as soon as possible. Miles gasped for breath, and then finally moved and started walking.

There was the sound of running.

His subconscious immediately reacted ignorantly and pitifully. Before Miles could use his agile brain to think about what was going on with this burst of footsteps that humans could not make, he drove his body to make a gesture - —Turn around.

An extremely weird creature that is completely different from humans and all life forms on this planet is twisting its body in an extremely weird way and moving towards itself.

The wind squeezed by the hot and cold air blew the smell of sulfur from hell into Miles's nose. He was immediately stimulated by the burning sensation that followed and wanted to scream, but his body did not respond. Any substantial changes.

Miles hates body language and all people who are prone to violent emotions. He believes that it is barbaric and stupid. It is really incomprehensible and should be a sad shame when it appears on intelligent creatures like humans.

When Miles saw people who were frightened and screamed, people who were stimulated and yelled in anger, and all the people who couldn't stop expressing all their restless emotions due to external or internal factors, he felt something in his heart. A sense of superiority and a kind of sullenness arose.

If Miles holds a sharp blade in his hand at this time, the murderous intention will arise, allowing him to send these primitive humans to another world in his fantasy, like cave creatures from millions of years ago.

Never show your emotions.

This is Miles's creed, and he abides by it very well. In his previous life, he has almost never lost his mind due to anything. He has never allowed himself to be swallowed up by rage or fear like others, and he has done some incredible things. act.

If Miles is a fanatical believer, then reason is his God, and any behavior that will erode reason is considered a serious crime of blasphemy and should be punished by God forever.

Miles's almost indestructible psychological quality blocked everything that could have an impact on reason in the past, but at this moment, when he stupidly turned his head to look at the twisted and sick creature, it seemed that the evil gate that had been closed in the past suddenly suddenly was opened.

The accumulated malice from the outside world swept over like a strong wind, oppressing Miles like a substance. This primitive fear was stronger and more deadly than the worst fear that could be inspired by any terrible thing on this planet. .

He did not make any major body movements, but it is impossible to know whether the reason was because Miles suppressed the fear surging in his heart, or whether the extreme horror turned into a bone-chilling chill that froze him into a silent and stiff statue.

Among the results of the two primitive emotions of rage and fear, the one Miles hated and despised most was fear. The shrill screams were like putting his brain on the grill, making him miserable.

Therefore, no matter what kind of fright he encountered in the past, the sound made by Miles never exceeded the decibel level defined as "screaming".

But at this moment, his stiff body looked at the terrifying existence that was embodied by the most evil monster in the crazy and ominous dreams of mythologists and theosophists. An instinct made this body feel extremely strange. His most primitive emotions began to stir like the ocean under a thunderstorm.

The figure of the evil creature kept pushing and pressing Miles' spirit. His previously indestructible psychological defense was finally defeated. He began to wave his arms helplessly and nervously, and his mouth opened to its maximum in almost an instant.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Miles almost roared to vent the endless fear and panic in his heart. His legs had been nailed to nothingness by his collapsed spirit, and he could no longer move at all.

Only then did Miles notice the noisy sounds around him. Everyone seemed to be experiencing the fanatic's nightmare. The madness of roars and screams echoed throughout the area like a storm of pain surging from the abyss of hell. Streets in the afterglow.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but this strange sound, like the whistling wind when the god of death swung his scythe, gradually moved away after reaching the closest point.

All of Miles' terrible imaginations seemed to have failed to come true. He didn't know when his half-crouched body suffered any substantial damage... The monster crawling out of hell didn't hurt him at all.

This should have been something worthy of revelry and joy, but Miles began to lose his mind as he stared at the twisted back of the creature that only existed in some ancient and unclean life cycle.

A trace of grievance arose in his heart, and then, like the immortal HeLa cells, they began to proliferate rapidly, making Miles's nose sore and his tear glands secreting tears.

Everything seemed unparalleledly huge and heavy, and Miles was immersed in this fanatical atmosphere composed of grievance, fear, panic, horror and extreme confusion.

From the corner of his eye, people on the street fell into this crazy nightmare that they couldn't wake up from. The omnipresent nightmare tore the poor unfortunates into blood-red pieces with a hint of religious meaning in a disgusting way. , becoming an existence like a sacrifice in an ancient evil sacrifice.

People were shocked to find that the strange things that were silent in the dark corners of the dead and the evil creatures hiding in the unknown bottomless abyss had emerged from the devil's cave.

Reason was shattered and shattered. Crazy shouts and painful screams filled everyone's minds. People were dancing and running, their figures like an ancient tribe surrounded by evil fire that kept jumping, and they chanted soul-stirring chants in a low voice. Those primitive humans who trembled at the strange spell.

Such an extreme scene was captured by Miles with his peripheral vision, and his subconscious once again made an ignorant and sad move - turning his head to look.

The twisted emotions born from forgetfulness arose again, both familiar and unfamiliar. Because of this emotion, Miles asked himself in his heart:

"What am I...doing?"

There is the sound of running...