The Creature of Unspeakable Horrors

The mountain of knowledge felt like it was physically crushing Admin. It wasn't just facts swimming in his head; it was a huge load to bear, a real danger, a sweet temptation, and bone-chilling fear, all mixed into one awful package. Every bit of him screamed in protest. His magical phone, his lifeline in the crazy messed-up place that was Mishanter’s World, had become something way scarier than just a tool to help him live another day; it was now a weapon. A device made to wipe things out, to call upon forces nobody should mess with, call something awful to this plane, its very being humming with an evil kind of vibe.

This understanding hit Admin like a punch to the gut. His head swam, his thoughts all tangled in knots. His hands felt like lead weights on the desk, as if gravity had gone into overdrive to hug him. He blinked hard, trying to steady himself, trying to slow down the world. But the light from the computer only made things worse. It washed his face in a sick, pale glow, casting shadows under his eyes and making his cheeks look sunken. He felt worn, too open, the corners of his mouth twitching like he wanted to scream and cry.

The file name—RCX_Summoning_Guide.txt—seemed to glow on the screen with a faint heartbeat. Like it was calling to him, wanting his attention. This made the hairs on his arms stand up. He could not turn away. There was a dark pull on him, a voice in his head whispering maybe reading it, just once, could give him some kind of edge. Some advantage. The idea of it danced in his mind, a tempting promise to know, to guide, to use something big. Bigger than anything he knew.

He thought about it for a second, going crazy. RCX, all of its potential on display, all that raw might at his command. He could wipe out all the things he thought of as bad, smash his enemies, and write a new world, all better than before. He could keep his friends safe from everything that wanted to harm them. He could look ahead and see the bad stuff coming before it happened. Everything would bend to what he wanted. Aeriys’s dirty actions and the long lost time in Mishanter’s World, the cruelty of his broken life, could be fixed. Every hurt, every lost, confusing moment, gone. He could do that. He could be on top.

And yet.

And yet, something gave him pause.

The price of power made him stop. RCX was not something to guess about. It wasn't a puzzle he could solve in his head or by playing around; it was too dangerous. He remembered Aeriys’s last words, said with a scary kind of confidence: RCX was something he could not understand. Period. Her warning rang loud in his ears. Like a hot iron branding his soul. It was like touching a stove when you know it will hurt.

His hand froze over the keyboard. The blinking line seemed to mock him. The sound of the computer's fan was so loud. He could hear his heart racing in his chest. He could hear it talking to him, the phone in his head calling him to do wrong, but its voice was cold, uncaring about anyone or anything.

He slammed the file shut, moving so fast to stop himself. He looked away from the light, from the glowing letters making camp in his head. Closing his eyes, he let the dark give him a moment. No. Not now. Not before he knew what he was walking into. Even the thought of letting RCX out, even if an accident, made him sick to his stomach. Knowing he could blow up Mishanter’s World turned his hands to ice. He could not fail. Not here in this second.

He opened his eyes and looked at his friends. They stood at peace, waiting, watching, each one a pillar to lean on. Reyus looked worried, her dark eyes wide. Mirai was biting her lip, holding her words inside. Tundra was a blank face, yet the tension in her told a story. Eyrie watched from her spot, her eyes on the portal, a scary reminder of the cost.

They had been through deep water together, standing tall while facing problems nobody at their age should see. They faced scary risk for love, they cried, yelled, and fought until they became tired. They saved each other, protected those they cared for, and lived through the impossible.

Despite all this, he thought about dragging them into an ocean that would swallow them whole. He felt sick to his stomach when he thought of the madness and chaos RCX could cause, the limitless dark she could spread. It was the face of death, destruction, and waste, all wrapped in a shining, small phone.

“I… I wanted it,” he said, like a ghost; softly, barely at all. He flitted his sight from face to face, looking at Reyus first, hunting for direction. “About RCX. To use its power… to make Aeriys stop.”

Reyus looked panicked, as understanding shined with the fear, her hard-fixed act shaking slightly. “Think about it,” she said softly, but there was a hard edge, as if she was scared. “We don't need that. We don't need RCX. We're enough.”

Mirai moved up, gold locks sparkling under the light, making her face heavenly. “Admin, we can make it through this storm,” she said. “Like always. What's scary is something we can take with our own hands. We're strong enough to find a clean path.”

Tundra, never one to play with light words, gave her voice, hard and real. “RCX is like throwing the dice against heaven,” she said, serious. “Who can tell what the thing would ask for? It's not Aeriys we should fear but her master. That we don't know, so this action isn't power, but blindness.”

Eyrie said none. She had no need. Her eyes stood near the portal and screamed a warning he could not ignore. She showed what was at stake, the cost of selfish acts, the fear of not thinking. Her pain followed all of them through worlds that shouldn't touch, and so her silence was a mirror, flashing the danger of his want.

Admin closed his eyes. He took in a slow, real breath. Their support rushed over him. Little by little, the clouds in his eyes began to break. They were right. He could not let his pain, his fire for payback, his anger at Aeriys drive him to do bad things. He could not scar their lives.

“All right,” he said, no longer shaking. In its place shined a steady heart, and he moved his body and talked with force. “We'll take them together. We'll find Aeriys, but not by cheap tricks and we won't forget who we are. No matter how bad we want it.”

Looking around the house, he saw a team, people who picked his side, friends ready to run with him through fear. And for the first time in days, he smiled—real, easy, without hidden pain or a scared heart.

“I did it, so you have to too,” the speaker said. “Tomorrow I'll let you come into my world. We'll hit the beaches, eat trash, and watch trashy movies. We relax, hit the restart switch, and enjoy the small things. When that's done, we're all going to get strong so we can find them. But for now, we'll stand side by side, friends that care.”

He leaned into the chair, closing his eyes tight. Letting the drone of the computer and the faint smell of cleaners fill his mind. He let peace wash over him, thankful for love.

RCX still waited in his mind, a shadow waiting for when he would call. But not now. He needed to smell the roses and lean on friends.

Maybe, and just maybe, he felt they could live through hell together.