Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181120172038/@comment-36855838-20181127063743

Slowly, eerily, the shoggoth oozed, the crevasses and cracks were old and deeply worn, the house having been in their family for generations.

Soon enough, every hole was filled with transmuted eldritch sludge, the doorframe sealed with fleshy wax.

They would not be interrupted, for no gaps remained.