Chapter 330 - My OC Stash #30 - Never Make Drunken Pacts With Eldritch Abominations by Xahn (WormXLoveCraft) (1/2)

-Just Danny knocking up the females of the Barnes family, (possibly all other female capes) for revenge and to gain power through l_e_w_ding, thanks to the deity Shub-Niggurath/

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Especially When it Has your Dead Wife's Voice

Saying Danny Hebert was depressed was like saying water was wet. When he lost his wife he spiraled into a bottomless pit of depression. And then this happened. His precious baby girl, the only reason he had for pulling himself out of bed each morning, locked in a locker full of biological waste. Unconscious in a hospital for a week.

His best friend, threatening to sue him over Taylor's diary. The school, paying the absolute minimum, with subtle threats that if he didn't take it they'd blame the locker on Taylor and also sue him.

His seemingly bottomless pit had bottomed out. Here he was at rock bottom. Sitting on his back porch, trying to drink himself to death while waiting for news about Taylor. With a sigh he leaned back, head thudding against the cheap siding.

A venomously green meteor streaked over head, maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but Danny mumbled wish, ”I Wish there was something I could do. Some vengeance I could deliver to those who hurt my daughter…” he sighed slumping forward, when there was a thunderous crash barely ten feet infront of him. A veritable tidal wave of dirt washed over him. ”Shit.” he swore, struggling to his feet. Directly in front of him, still glowing green, was the meteorite he had wished on. ”Shit.” he swore again, staggering through the debris to the crater.

”What the f_u_c_k…” laying in the center of the crater was something that was definitely not a meteor. Whatever it was was softball sized, and moving weakly.

”Help me…” the voice… that sounded like Annette! He scrambled drunkenly down the slope of the crater. ”please…” it's voice was getting weaker, but that was definitely Annette.

He knelt down next to the thing with Annette's voice, ”How? How can I help you?” he reached out hesitantly.

”Come… closer…” Annette's voice trailed off. The wriggling mass's movement seemed to slow. ”Not much time…”

Except… something wasn't right. He couldn't put his finger on it, and right now he had more important things to worry about. Like the weird gelatinous mass that just leapt down his throat.

'This will do,' Annette's voice rang out inside his head. 'I apologize for intruding, but I have been grievously injured.' the voice seemed to shiver, as if it was cold, or hurt. Or maybe scared. 'I don't know if this is all that remains of me, or if I am but a fragment separated in the attack.' It explained, 'but I need a safe place to recuperate, and assistance healing. If you help me I will give you everything you d_e_s_i_r_e.'

”I… you can help me? Get revenge on those girls who hurt my daughter? On that bitch Blackwell? On Alan?”

'Of course. And easily too. In fact, our goals align. I too am something of a mother. And your vengeance would help me heal.'

”I don't care if you're a drunken hallucination or not. If you can help me… I'd do anything.”

'Then our deal is struck. Our bargain made.'

”Shame you're probably not real.” he sighed, ”If only…” he stood shakily and staggered back inside, ”I need to sleep this off if I'm going to be any use to Taylor tomorrow.”

Annette's tinkling laughter haunted him all the way inside, and into his dreams.

Somehow, despite all the alcohol he drank last night, despite the incredibly vivid hallucination, Danny woke without a hangover. He had never been that graceful a drunk, despite being able to outdrink most of the dockworkers, even one beer would leave him with a headache in the morning.

Still, after drinking his way through his entire stash last night he really needed to take a piss. He threw off his covers and shuffled to the bathroom. He hated waking up with morning wood, normally when it happened (which was rarely) he would wait for it to go down before using the toilet, but his bladder was so full he couldn't wait. He had barely fought his c_o_c_k out of his pants when a feminine, and familiar, 'Oh my,' rang out in his ear. 'You are a big boy, aren't you?'

”JESUS CHRIST.” he shouted. He followed that up with a ”F_u_c_k.” when he saw the mess he made while startled.

'Oops.' Annette's voice giggled in his ear. He got the feeling she was distinctly not sorry. 'Good morning, Danny.'

His mouth went as dry as the Sahara desert. ”You're real.”

'Of course I am, Dear.' he got the impression of an arm wrapping itself around his shoulder, 'how did you like my first little gift?'

”The lack of hangover, that was you?”

'Amongst other little upgrades, yes.' Annete's voice purred, mental fingers trailing down his metaphorical spine. 'But first, I need to give you another gift. We will need a place, somewhere I can work my… magic… a safe place to hide and to heal. And to keep the… trophies of our conquest.'

”Why can't we use my house? We never really use the bas_e_m_e_nt…”

'Do you want me to turn your house into a living thing? As we grow stronger our demesne will grow, and become an embodiment of our power.'

”I guess I can keep an eye open on my way to the hospital… Do you have any preferences?”

'Somewhere full of life. Any kind of life.' Annette's voice said with a shrug.

”What's your name anyway? I can't keep calling you Annette's voice in my head.”

'Aww, I sound like your dead wife?' her voice was… wistful, 'that's so sweet.' she gave the kind of happy sigh Annette always gave while watching something sappy. 'But if you want my name…'

Danny collapsed under a sudden mental assault, his head was full of the sound of s_e_x. It was as if every p_o_r_no he had ever watched, every memory of s_e_x, every dirty day dream, had gone off in his head at once. Before the pain could subside, his head was filled with the sound of childbirth, of women screaming in pain, while people murmured encouragement to them. As the sound faded, the cries of l_u_s_t and s_e_x came back, louder than before. Then came the childbirth again, before the sounds of s_e_x had faded. The noise cycled between them, the sounds of s_e_x and birth growing louder and louder with each repetition, starting sooner and sooner, until there was no overlap. S_e_x and birth at the same time growing more rapid and cacophonous as they spiraled off into madness.

The cries died down, leaving him with blessed silence. 'But,' Annette's voice giggled, 'You can call me Shubby.'

Chapter 2

It took Danny nearly fifteen minutes to gather his wits after Shubby nearly broke his mind with her true name. ”Ow.” He g_r_o_a_n_e_d, sitting up slowly, every movement laced with pain. ”What the hell was that?”

'I definitely picked a winner,” Shubby said, 'Most mortals break when hearing one of our true names.' there was a distinctly shrug like movement in the back of his mind, 'the fact that you're already recovering, means you should be able to handle more of my power than I thought.' she said cheerfully. 'Now, let's find that place so we can enact your vengeance.'

”No.” Danny g_r_o_a_n_e_d, ”First I need to clean the bathroom. Then I'm going to visit Taylor.”

Shubby sighed impatiently, 'I understand wanting to visit your daughter, but wouldn't it be better for her if you took your revenge first, so that she'll be safe when she wakes up?'

”She's all I have left of Annette.” Danny choked out, ”I failed her so badly. I need to make sure she's okay. I need to be with her, before I do anything else.”

'Fine, but keep an eye out on the way there.' She sounded a little sulky, 'I hate being so weak.'

Danny hurriedly cleaned the bathroom, took a shower, threw on fresh clothes, and rushed to the hospital. True to his word he kept an eye open for a place 'full of life' they could make into a lair. He nearly drove past it, but Shubby called out, 'There!' and he got the distinct impression of someone pointing. It was an old rundown gardening center, overgrown with plants even in winter. The owner had pissed off the wrong gangbanger and ended up literally crucified.

The poor bastard's family hadn't made the move up north to look through his stuff yet, so it was just sitting there. 'It's perfect.' She sounded exactly like Annette did, before she had gagged him with her own p_a_n_t_i_e_s, and ridden him in the back of the college library. Danny was pretty sure that was when Taylor was conceived, and hearing Shubby make those same nosies… left him confused, and aroused for the first time in over two years. 'That will be our demesne, I will ensure it.'

”What if the owners come ba…”

'I will ensure it.' Danny winced, having learned early in his relationship with Annette exactly what that tone of voice meant. That was her angry minion voice. It never boded well for people on the receiving end.

Danny made a quick note of the address, before driving off to the hospital. Once inside he made a beeline to her room. Seeing her doctor in the hallway he stopped the man, ”Any changes doctor?”

”No, she's still catatonic. I'm sorry.”

”Thank you.” Danny sighed before entering his daughter's room. Her eyes were only partly open, and her dark hair fanned out around her head. The only sign she was even alive was her faint breathing, and the beeping of the heart monitor. At least she wasn't twitching again, he had nearly died of a heart attack the first time she started convulsing.

'She's beautiful…' Shubby's voice was laced with awe, 'she'll make a wonderful mother one day. But first we need to get vengeance for her.'

Danny sat holding his daughter's hand for hours, until his bladder once again made itself known. He got up to use the room's bathroom and had just finished when he heard the door open, and someone walked in. through the crack in the door he caught a glimpse of red hair. No. It couldn't be…

”Look at you…” Emma Barnes' voice was laced with many different emotions, ”Look how weak you are. It's pathetic. You know, I used to look up to you? How strong you were? I wanted to prove to Sophia that you were the strongest. That you could take anything. But I was wrong. You're weak. Useless. A waste of space. You know...” Emma swallowed thickly some unknown emotion thick in her voice, ”I bet au… your mother is glad she's dead. So she doesn't have to look at you or un… your father anymore. If she saw you now she'd hate you.”

Danny felt every fiber of his being swell with rage. He nearly lept out of the bathroom right then. But he couldn't move. He strained against his invisible bonds. He wanted to make her hurt. Like she had hurt his daughter. No. worse.

'Be still, dear. This is not the place. Soon. you will have your vengeance soon.'

”I don't know what we'll do next. It'll be hard to top the locker you know? Don't worry though. We'll think of something.” her piece said Emma turned around and walked out of Taylor's room.

'Wait!' Shubby ordered when he went to chase her, 'let me place a glamour on this room, so that people will think you were here the entire time.' there was the sensation of her straining in the back of his mind, 'I am weaker than I thought,' she g_r_o_a_n_e_d, 'I need more power. You must perform an act that treads in my domain.' she ordered, 'kiss her.' Danny bent over and placed a kiss on Taylor's forehead. Shubby shuddered, 'that's not enough, kiss her again, like a lover.'

Danny recoiled, ”What? I can't do that!” he whispered in horror.

'Would you rather find a nurse to breed? We don't have time! Kiss her!' her voice rose in pitch, matching Annette's most impatiently angry tone, 'You promised me! Bound yourself! We have no time! Kiss her, or we'll die!'