Holy crap! I didn't sign up for this! Run away, run away

From Create Your Own Story

You take your hand out of the chef's hand and say, "Oh, sorry. Will you look at the time...I really have to be going."

"Oh but you mustn't leave," the chef says, walking closer. The lights flicker on and off. "Not before the dawning of our Grim Lord Cuuraccan! Soon, the scions of chaos shall climb forth from the Deep to feast upon the living, granting us the strength of a thousand suns. And we shall dwell together in the halls of the Yellow King forever! Come, join us!" The chef lifts his left hand and reaches for you. You gasp when you realize his left hand is a flipper. A flipper! Son of a--You can handle a flipper, but this guy really should have warned you first.

You are so shocked, that you don't notice when a black-robed cultist approaches from behind to slit your throat.

The last sounds you hear are of a shambling, stuttering chaos descending from the ceiling. You think fondly about Coca-Colas as your face is slowly digested by a fluttering Xalcrom.

THE END