Premise: A hybrid of human and the Great Old One Father Dagon can’t bring herself to take her first human life. Instead, she falls in love with the drowning sailor and saves him. Then she makes a deal with an evil witch so that she can join the human she loves in his own world. But there’s a possible catch, and a deadly one at that.

It started with the ship sinking in the ocean.

The weather was not good. And there may have been some giant tentacles involved as well, pulling the ship beneath the water’s surface. Father Dagon had sent his creatures to help us hunt. Then we, his many children, some literally but others metaphorically, would grab the sailors in our jaws, or tentacles, or claws, or whatever else. Perhaps now their town would pay proper respect to my father.

This was my first hunt, having just turned eighteen and hence an adult in Deep One society. I was not a Deep One myself. I was one of the few sired by Father Dagon himself. My mother was a maiden from a fishing town, offered up as a bride to my father to ensure good fishing. I was born on a moonless night in the shallows by the shore, with human and Deep One midwives in attendance, until I was free and able to swim away with my people. I was a hybrid, with my mutations making me human from the waist up, and a mass of swarming tentacles below.

Moving through the water with great speed, I found a human, floundering in the water. His clothing was different from the others, marking him perhaps as someone important. He was not alone, but his fellow human survivors were rapidly being harvested as my kindred struck from below. As I slowly circled him, he struggled to keep another human from being pulled under the water, until a large crab-like claw struck out at him, throwing him temporarily out of the water before landing with some force against a floating crate. I think he was knocked unconscious. Well, so much the better for me.

I swam up to him, grabbing him with two human arms and many not-human tentacles. I could devour him now, or with proof of my skill as a hunter, I could attract a mate, and then deposit my eggs within his body to incubate and feed my offspring.

But as I gazed at his face, air slowly escaping from the mouth and nose as I pulled him down, and a small cloud of blood trailing from his forehead, I began to feel something other than hunger.

He… He was handsome. He had no gills, nor bulging eyes, or scales, or any of the many different traits of my people. But he was still somehow handsome. Perhaps it was the human part of me finally rising to the surface. I found that I didn’t want to kill him, let alone make a meal of him.

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I've been a fan of the Cthulhu Mythos for quite some time, although I don't think I've done any scripts involving it other than the odd one referencing it here or there. But this idea seemed to come together in my head pretty well. I'm sure it's been done before, but I can claim plausible deniability there because I didn't go looking. It's a bit of a mix of 'The Shadow over Innsmouth' and 'The Little Mermaid', with liberties taken with both. I hope people enjoy it.

If anyone wants to record this script, please feel free to make whatever changes you wish. Please feel free to comment, but please don't tag others in your comments.

Thanks for reading, and I'm happy to actually have a Walloween-ish story safely before Halloween for a change.