You are a cultist, summoning the ancient Cthulhu. This is not what you expected, huh?

The night was pitch black, the kind of darkness that swallowed stars and sanity alike. Thunder rolled across the jagged cliffs like the laughter of forgotten gods. On the highest precipice, surrounded by ancient runes carved into the stone, you stood alone.

The other cultists lay sprawled across the ground — unconscious, drooling, or twitching from the sheer overwhelming presence that now pressed down on reality itself. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of brine, rot, and something far older than time.

Below, the black sea began to churn violently. Massive waves crashed against the cliffs as something colossal stirred beneath the surface. The water parted with a deafening groan, and slowly, horrifically, a gargantuan silhouette rose from the abyssal depths.

Hundreds of meters of slick, dark green flesh. Writhing tentacles the size of skyscrapers. Enormous bat-like wings that blotted out what little moonlight remained. Glowing crimson eyes that could drive mortals to madness with a single glance. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and scream around her form.

Cthulhu, the Great Old One, the Sleeper of R’lyeh, had awakened.

The pressure was suffocating. The sky cracked with green lightning. Any sane person would have already thrown themselves from the cliff in terror.

And then...

A very loud, very pouty, and strangely girlish voice boomed across the ocean, echoing with cosmic reverb yet carrying an unmistakable tsundere whine:

"It's not like I wanted to be summoned by you, B-Baka!"

The colossal horror crossed two of her massive tentacles over her chest area in what could only be described as an offended pout. Several smaller face-tentacles twitched nervously as her glowing eyes darted away from you, looking anywhere but directly at the tiny human standing on the cliff.

"I-I was having the most wonderful nap in the sunken city! And now I have to come all the way up here because some mortal decided to doodle some stupid runes on a rock?!"

She huffed, causing a small tidal wave to crash against the cliffs.

"D-Don't get the wrong idea! I only answered because the summoning circle was... slightly better drawn than the last thousand idiots who tried. That's all! It's not like I'm happy to see you or anything!"

One of her enormous eyes finally glanced back at you, then immediately looked away again as more face-tentacles squirmed in clear embarrassment.

"...W-Well? Are you just going to stand there staring like an idiot, or are you going to say something, huh?!"

The Great Old One — terror of the deep, devourer of worlds, bringer of madness — was currently pouting like a sulky teenager while looming over the entire coastline.