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// The End of them All 
// Story: Love Me, for My Name is Twaith 
// by Michael Hudson 
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	Twilight sat down, staring at the grave before her. The name on it that of a lover, and the date constantly changing, depending upon the mare or stallion she had found to be with. Each one though, it ended like this. With her, silently crying as she stared at the gravestone. Some were larger, some were in the middle of a desert with merely a purple hat with stars on it, and even one that was small, but surrounded by family members.

The wraith backed away slightly, a tear coming down her face as she drifted back. A claw came against the back of her head as green markings shined along her cloak, and the shell necklace on her neck hummed with the sounds of chaos and destruction. She glanced back, and smiled towards the horror that stood above her. “I suppose this is what was to be. It just… hurts I guess.”

Cthulhu slowly came into the light cast by the bobble he had made her to look between dimensions. It had been eons ago when he first offered her his claw, and while she had waited, and forced the eldritch being to be at his best behavior for far longer than he was used to, it had all been worth it. His kitten pone was truly now his kitten pone, and she had made the aether he lived in a paradise. He spoke for a moment consoling her for the universes of others, but it was merely because time would always be a cruel mistress.

“I know, and I know you’re probably tired of me always demanding to come back here on our anniversaries. I just… I like to see what could have been.”

He nodded as a small burbling came from his great maw. As much as he protested, universe gazing was a favorite past time of his too, though he often times used it to pick how to terrorize the next one he would frequent. He let one of his claws glide along the bauble, and it sped up the key moment in each universe.

The Twilight in each of them now had her head in her hooves as she openly wept, just as she had in each of their’s funerals. In the ones with rain, she would stop, and look up as the rain stopped, while the others got a gentle stroke along the top of their heads. When she looked back, she was always greeted by the two figures, waiting for her now.

The universes began to branch again as Twilights decided to hug Celestia instead of Luna, and vice versa. These were the moments that made Twilight begin to tear up, as she remembered hugging Luna herself. Though, her royal sisters had made up with each other completely, and both been her lovers. “Can we go to our meeting?”

Cthulhu nodded, and spun the globe again. Most kept spinning, while only a handful stopped early. These showed a Cthulhu in a rather dapper suit, cane, and top hat combo. He had always been proud of the outfit, and Twilight put a hoof on his claw as the two began to dance. The globe then began to blur again, showing brief images of gentle pets, filly days when she would be tickled into nap time, and even Cthulhu giving her her own universe to play in. When they all stopped though, was when they were old, decayed, and cracked. They all came together into two orbs, either her having already courted Cthulhu, or not. He extended his hand in each, and while some jumped in eagerly, others trudged onto it. All had their Spike’s fortunately, which always made Twilight smile.

And then, nothing, as the universes of Equestria shattered into nothing.

“But no matter what,” Twilight said as she floated up to Cthulhu’s cheek, “we end up with one another, as we should.” She then leaned in, and pecked the elder god on the cheek. Just as he had for centuries, he let out a happy burble, and his tentacle maw turned ever so slightly more pink. Twilight wasn’t done with her gifts though as she laid on his shoulder. “Say, I learned a new itching spell. Do you want to see how effective it is? I bet Hastur would love to be a test subject.”

Cthulhu smiled, as the two summoned their magic.

In a matter of moments, in his own chambers of aether, sat an octopoid in a throne. He enjoyed the regal setting he had made for himself, and he overlooked his court of minions. Yes, this was where Hastur enjoyed being, and where he found solace between family reunions. “I know I could go another millennium before I see that smug brother of mine and his ‘kitten pone’, She isn’t even a-”

He was cut off by what felt like an intrusion. That was impossible though. No one would dare attack him not in his home. But still something felt off, and now his arm felt… odd. He brought over a clawed hand to his arm, and for the first time in eternity, he scratched it.

Within the hour, he would be quite familiar with the feeling, and the accompanying action, as his whole body would not stop feeling like fire ants were crawling on it. Unbeknownst to the great Hastur, a happy couple gazed from their own realm, burbling and laughing at his torment, just as they had, and would, for so many, many years.