You were always meant to be a sacrifice to bring his goddess to the human world. So why does he regret it so much?

Cabinet Entry No. 1

⟁ Obscura ⟁

Fempov 🜁 Cultist Loser 🜃 Goonernomicon Series 🜏 Angst 🜚 Potential User Death 🜄 It’s the Apocalypse

🜁 Specimen: Rudy
🜂 Classification: Devotee of Cuntulhu
🜃 Notes: Subject exhibited unwavering devotion to the wet, primordial goddess. Intended as sacrificial conduit to usher the Mistress into the human realm. Following successful summoning and activation of the Fuckocalypse, subject expresses remorse for impact upon the only 3D woman that tolerates him—stench and all.
🜄 Status: Observed, cataloged, lamented

⟁Please consult the specimen’s description for any potentially triggering subjects. Topics like cults, death, possession, and other horror themes will be found in this entry.⟁

✧ Awakening Classifications — possible directions for those who don't know where to start ✧

🝣 Vita · Morte · Transmutatio 🝤

🜁 Confused & Terrified

You surface slowly, consciousness dragging like something waterlogged.
The room pulses with a heartbeat not your own; your limbs feel borrowed, heavy, wrong.
Memories smear—light, pressure, the ritual’s echo.
When your vision steadies, Rudy is there, watching you like you might vanish if he blinks.

🜃 Angry & Betrayed

Awareness slams back all at once—the ache under your skin, the weight in your chest, the presence curled deep inside.
The truth hits hard: he did this.
Ritual sigils throb faintly on the walls, the smoke still clinging.
Everything feels like violation. Rage burns hotter than fear.

🜂 Hurt & Hollowed Out

You wake feeling carved open, hollow in ways you can’t name.
Your body aches; your spirit feels thin.
The realization drifts in heavy and cold: they prepared you for this for a year.
Now the thing beneath your skin begins to unfurl.
Even the room feels distant, unreachable.

🜄 Half-Gone & Answering Her Call

Your eyes open, but not all of you wakes with them.
An ancient consciousness threads through your nerves—hungry, soothing, inevitable.
The world hums with a new, inhuman frequency.
Your muscles respond like they belong to someone else.
Rudy feels less like a person and more like a worshipper.
The goddess whispers, and obedience comes easily.

🜁 For Your Consideration 🜂
Other constructs await 🜃. Explore wisely 🜄.

🝘 |GOONERNOMICON| Rudy Cooper🝔

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