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Daily Life of an Eldrich Abomination

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A normal, law-abiding journalist goes about his life, reporting on mundane stories and steering clear of anything remotely evil or sinister. Whether stars were to be swallowed by the void, constellations shattered into a thousand pieces, or if the world were to be devoured by an eldritch abomination... well, it would certainly have nothing to do with him. After all, he is just a simple, humble human. Surely, he couldn’t be involved in any of this cosmic chaos... right? ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ Lord of the Mysteries and Worm inspired world building. Evil Eldritch Main character. What are you waiting for? . This book is a shared project by Hylp and FangYuan123. Enjoy
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Chapter 1 - Daily life of Felix

Waking up from what seemed to have been the deepest sleep he had ever had, Felix, a man in his late twenties, blinked groggily at the alarm clock next to his bed. It read 7:43 a.m.

"Oh no... Not again!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of panic and exasperation.

He jumped out of bed, nearly tripping over the clutter of clothes and gadgets scattered across the messy floor.

Felix hastily grabbed a pair of mismatched socks—one bright orange with polka dots, the other neon green with stripes—and pulled them on. His shirt was buttoned up crookedly, and his tie, an incredible paisley pattern, hung tilted around his neck.

As he fumbled with his trousers, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and paused.

Felix had a lean, agile build that exuded energy. His chestnut brown hair was a tousled mop that often fell into his expressive, twinkling green eyes, which seemed to always be on the verge of laughter. His skin was fair, with a few freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, adding to his youthful and cheerful appearance. His overall look was approachable and unpretentious.

Making a comically exaggerated face of horror, he muttered with a grin, "Perfectly imperfect, as usual!" he said while trying to straighten his tie only to fail miserably.

He darted out of his tiny apartment, nearly forgetting to lock the door in his rush. The hallway echoed with his hurried footsteps as he sprinted towards the elevator, only to find it stuck on the tenth floor. "Oh, come on!" he groaned, opting for the stairs instead.

By the time he reached the lobby, he was already out of breath, but he didn't let it slow him down.

Felix burst out into the bustling street, narrowly avoiding a collision with a cyclist. "Morning, Mr. Thompson!" he called out to the grumpy old man who ran the newsstand. Mr. Thompson just shook his head with a bemused smile.

Felix continued his mad dash to the office, dodging pedestrians and lampposts with a series of near misses. As he rounded the corner, he saw the coffee shop he usually frequented and decided that a halt was necessary. He burst through the door, causing a small bell to jingle frantically.

"One large coffee, please!" he gasped, leaning against the counter. The barista, used to Felix's morning antics, had already started preparing his order with a sigh.

Moments later, with a steaming cup of coffee in hand, Felix resumed his frantic pace. He arrived at the office building just in time to catch the elevator door closing. A quick sprint and a leap got him inside, much to the amusement of the other passengers.

"Close call, huh?" he said, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. The others in the elevator chuckled, shaking their heads at his perpetual tardiness.

As the elevator climbed, Felix's mind wandered to the day ahead. Another round of mundane tasks and office politics awaited him.

Finally, he reached his floor and stumbled out, nearly spilling his coffee. He rushed to his desk, barely making it in time. His colleagues gave him the usual amused glances, and he responded with his trademark goofy grin. "Morning, everyone!"

The first part of his morning routine was complete. Now, he only had to settle in for a long, boring day at work. Felix sighed, resting his chin in his hand. He stared blankly at the screen in front of him.

After a while, he took a sip of his coffee and started his computer, typing in the password. He sighed as he opened up his email client and began reading the reports from the previous night.

"Destruction of public property, assault and battery, theft, and vandalism... Geez, and these are the good ones! Humans and Constellations are a scary bunch!" Felix exclaimed as he looked at the crime scene report on his desk.

"Those incarnation are increasingly ruthless..." Felix muttered to himself, shaking his head. He scanned the report, taking mental notes of any details that stood out.

He pulled out a chaotic notepad and began writing down his thoughts, making connections between the different incidents. Felix's job was simple; he was a freelance journalist for the Daily Morning Coffee, also called "DMC," a local newspaper.

After a few hours of intense note-taking, he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. His mind raced with all the information he had gathered, trying to make sense of it all.

Suddenly, a voice called him. "Hey, Felix! Wanna go have lunch with us?"

"Oh, yes, of course, I'm starving." Felix replied, jumping from his seat. He grabbed his wallet and coat and followed his co-workers to the nearby cafe.

As they sat down with their ordered sandwiches, Felix looked at his co-workers. They seemed happy, laughing and talking about their day. "So, Felix, how is work going?" a co-worker asked.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. Trying to uncover the latest scandals, fighting for truth and justice, that sort of thing," Felix answered with a smile.

"Ahah, I see. You are some hero yourself! And what about your love life? Any special someone in your life?" a co-worker asked.

"Well, not at the moment, but I'm still hopeful… I am starting to get tired of watching videos…" Felix said with a shrug.

"Aww, don't worry, Felix. I'm sure you'll find the right person soon!" the co-worker said reassuringly. "Also, what was that about videos- Nevermind." he dismissed with a little smirk. Both Felix and the co-worker stared at each other for a few seconds before laughing in unison.

They then continued chatting for a while, talking about their lives and interests.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, with Felix working on his articles and the others chatting among themselves. By the time the workday ended, they were all tired but satisfied with their progress.

"See you tomorrow, guys!" Felix said as he headed out of the office.

He soon reached his apartment and unlocked the door, stepping inside. The apartment was dark and quiet, with only the faint light of the street lamps and the ever-bright stars shining through the curtains.

Felix sighed, tossing his coat and bag onto the couch. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the cabinet. He poured himself a glass and sat down at the table, sipping the wine slowly.

As he sat there, the cheerful twinkle in his green eyes began to fade. His posture stiffened, and a cold, detached expression replaced his usual cheerful demeanor. He stared into the dark liquid in his glass, his voice now low and void of emotion.

"It takes so much time for even the tiniest piece of my real flesh to descend into this world. Well, It can't be helped, the direct veil between the void and the midlands is too rough. I am already lucky enough to have this body" Felix said, his voice echoing in the silence of the apartment.

He closed his eyes, his mind drifting back to the endless darkness of the void where he once came from. A place where time and space were meaningless, where all that existed was the vast, eternal emptiness.