CTHULHU STRIKES BACK

Chapter 1

It was a cold dark night in the Mexican Gulf. The BP oil company was still cleaning up the mess they made three weeks ago.

"This is so ridiculous! Our boss did it, not us! We shouldn't have to deal with this crap!" A big tan man with black hair in a ponytail, long black beard, black mustache and green eyes in blue jeans and white T-shirt like the others in his group told his partner.

"Scott, this is our job!" A younger man with gelled back blonde hair, aqua eyes and lighter skin reminded his partner.

Another man, this one was bulky with tattoos, piercings and a green Mohawk stomped to Scott and the younger man. "Get back to work!" He hissed.

"No! I'm done picking up slack for you people! You know what, Bruce? I quit!"

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Who said you had a choice?"

"Me! I have my own life! I shouldn't have to deal with this crap that the boss got us into! Right, Matt?"

"Oh, is that so?" Bruce turned to leave. There was a crack.

"Damn it! You broke my freaking nose!" Scott removed his hand to reveal red gunk oozing out.

Matt stepped back. "I think you went too far, Bruce."

"Get up, Scott! Get the hell up!" Scott lifted his head; Bruce kicked him. "Well? Still wanna leave?"

"N-no, sir." Scott began to cry.

"I'll take you to a doctor, buddy." Matt helped his friend up, and they headed to the hospital.

At midnight, Scott snuck to the site the men were working at. He took out a tiny and made a hole. "Cthulhu, come forth!" A giant squid-like monster rose from his dimension. "Time for revenge! Go kill that bastard, Bruce!"

"I work for no one!" Cthulhu shot electricity out of a tentacle and Scott was dead within seconds. "Now, I shall get revenge on Coon and Friends!" The giant monster took flight, and South Park was going to face a new battle.