[ WP ] Human beings are the Lovecraftian , madness enducing Elder Gods , Cthulhu , etc . from another race 's POV

`` What is it? What did you find?'' 
 
 `` I do n't ( static ) there's something down here. I have ( static ) idea what it is. It has four limbs, but on ( static ) -nds of them are these ( static ) -alive! it's get- ( static ) No! Get away from me! No! NOOOOO- ( persistent static )'' 
 
 `` Come in, I'm losing you! Can you hear me? What's happening? Are you alright?!'' 
 
 \*BAM* 
 
 There was a pounding at the door. The researcher backed against the far wall, terrified at the thought of whatever had gotten her friend. 
 
 \*BAM* 
 
 Again. She slid down the wall, eyes wide in fear. The door was a flimsy hollow-core, there was no way it would hold much longer. 
 
 \*CRASH* 
 
 The door burst open, and the researcher saw. She saw what had happened to her friend, and became more terrified than she had ever been in her life. Her friend's eyes were wide, devoid of any thought or sentience. They were broken eyes. Something was wrapped around her face, and a horrific creature was perched upon her back, five jointed tentacles wrapped around what was on her friend's face. 
 
 The researcher could not process what she saw, it was too much. She lost control of her bladder, urinating uncontrollably, as her sanity began to slip. Another one of the creatures approached her, another one of those things in it's hands. She was robbed of her will, she could offer up no resistance as it slipped a bit into her mouth, and pulled the bridle over her head. the creature turned to the terminal, and quickly manipulated the device in front of it to input something. 
 
 *So that's how they were able to use all these things so efficiently* were the last thought the researcher ever had, before slipping into oblivion. 
 
 `` Damn, this is weird, Jack. What are horses doing in Antarctica?'' 
 
 `` They're *ponies*, you uncultured swine, horses are bigger. But who the hell takes freaking ponies to Antarctica? They're too small, a proper horse would be better for riding or carrying supplies. And who gets here in a freaking *blimp? * Speaking of the blimp, come in Bobby. Anything on that thing?'' 
 
 `` There are a lot of books and journals, but they're hard to decipher. The only thing I could make out so far is on one of their maps:'Equestria'...''
