[ EU ] instead of getting a buzz lightyear action figure , andy from toy story gets a Cthulhu figurine .

The multi-tentacled face of the dark lord Cthulhu bore black, beady eyes that stared into Andy's as he unwrapped the carefully adorned box. When he saw the figurine Andy's face first lit up in excitement at the purple trim of the box then quickly fell into consternation and confusion. He was, like most ten year olds, unfamiliar with the work of H.P. Lovecraft and did not understand what a'Dark Lord Cthulhu' ( as the box so boldly claimed ) was. All he knew was that it was n't Buzz Lightyear, the only thing he'd wanted for his birthday. 
 
 Andy was a good kid, and not one to shirk at a free toy, so he lay the box carefully on his bed and finished his birthday trying to not look as dejected as he was. And his plastic cage, Cthulhu slept. 
 
 The squid faced figure did not awaken when the other toys came to life. Eyes open, the Priest-God lay still as the toys tapped on the plastic and shouted at him, and when the runes and symbols on the box- which they had assumed to be gibberish ) started to glow they backed off, and went about their normal business. Andy returned from his birthday celebration and did n't even open the bizarre toy, just put it away on a shelf by the window, and everyone forgot about it, and fell asleep. 
 
 It was midnight when the toys first heard the chanting. None of them knew exactly what the nature of their reality was, none knew why they came to life at night despite being made of plastic, no one know why they felt so compelled to hide from their masters the humans, and not one of them had ever questioned it. But in that night the toys felt real human emotion for the first time: they felt fear. And then they felt pain. 
 
 The first to hear the chanting was the leader of their group, a toy cowboy without a gun that had always been Andy's favorite. He was lying with the human, asleep like a dog with his master, when a soft lyrical noise started. He did n't know it was chanting, it was too faint, but he could hear *something* coming from outside. The rhythmic pulse of the sound, growing and fading, started to come in clearer and clearer as he neared the window, until he could tell that it was someone or something reciting a ritual in some long dead language. 
 
 The little toy managed to climb to the edge of the window, and after a moment of searching for the source of the noise. 
 
 Tiny moving pieces of plastic covered the yard leading to the window, like ants in a swarm. Looking closer, he could see that they were body parts from toys- and they were getting closer. 
 
 Bits of arms and bits of legs rolled along the ground, and half formed torsos followed behind. There were legs walking without bodies, bodies without legs, and all throughout there was that humming chant, that constant drone of nonsense that could n't possibly mean anything. 
 
 *Ph'nglui mglw'nafh C'thulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn* 
 
 Over and over from a teeming mass of fragmented plastic bodies animated by the same ethereal force that flowed through Woody. And without words, there came a steady hum from beside him, the toy Cthulhu dreaming in his plastic box by the window, vibrating in a melody sweet beyond words, undercut by a harsh tone that made little Andy's ears begin to bleed as he lay in bed, dreaming of a city under the sea. 
 
 Woody leaped from the window frame, screaming for help. He landed softly on top of the toy box, still latched closed, and undid the heavy bolt as quickly as he could, and flung it open, and in doing so filled the room. 
 
 *Ph'nglui mglw'nafh C'thulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn* 
 
 His friends were at the bottom of the box, shouting 
 
 *Ph'nglui mglw'nafh C'thulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn* 
 
 and tearing into each other. Bits of plastic exploded from the box as they found the hidden firecrackers at the bottom, and those that survived laughed as they chanted and pulled plastic limbs from bodies, as they assailed one another with violence they'd never known, as they betrayed everything they'd ever loved for the sweetness of that singing in their minds and in their cold and lifeless souls, trapped forever in a plastic shell. 
 
 And Woody realized all of the toys were doing the same, tearing themselves into little pieces chanting in a chorus of screams as they fall apart. 
 
 And the window slowly started to open, and the teeming masses surround Woody, like a sea of locust waiting to descend upon a farm. 
 
 And the box on the shelf in the corner began to vibrate violently, rocking back and forth as if on a string being pulled, until falling into the mass and riding it to in front of Woody. 
 
 Woody, staring blankly forward as they bring the box to him, looks into the eyes of that squid like creature, now awake and staring back at him. And plastic or no, Woody's eyes go black, and he is gone. He rips the box open, laughing, and screams 
 
 *CTHULHU COMES FORTH, DARK PRIEST OF THE OLD ONES* 
 
 Andy and his parents scream in joy as they awake from their dreams into a realm of madness.
