Billie lay in his hospital bed in a coma, so ill like he had not been ever. Prince Harry sat next to him, watching the beeping monitor.

Something strange had happened, Billie was trying to tell something using morse code heartbeats. The only thing wierder than that, was the pretty gay message that Billie would turn into a princess if kissed by him, which would also make him cough up the poisonous eye so that they may live until forever after.

Harry then knew that someone had put something into the water, and it had turned all the frogs gay. This could only have been that malicious Bacterium Joshua... someone had to do something. A call to Luck Norris was not an option, as Luck was probably a Bacterium fanboy as Bacterium had beaten Mr. Nice, Chi John was currently at war with Billie so that would also not do it. Oh, what about Mark Candyfisher (briefly mentioned in the IsRealic report), who was indoctrinating all the fish?

Harry went down to the docks to talk to Mark, only to find an empty husk, filled with eldritch black fluid... this wasn't a story by Harald Phillip Liebkraft, so Harry quickly drew his wand to cast a spell 'Purify' to heal Mark.

Dark tears, black vomit, piss and diharrea flowed off the infected man, cleansing his insides from the eldritch.

The dark fluids crept away from Prince Harry to search for another victim.

"Mark, what happened?", Harry inquired worridly.

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"A dark force rises from the sea, I can not stop it, you can not stop it. If we don't do something, coastal cities will be gone by 2100 and even that is an opimistic prognosis.", Mark uttered, coughed a last time and then dropped to the ground, dead.

Harry then went on to write the "Optimistic Prognosis", a bestseller among people that also had read the NiceOneNoMicroSon, the GrimLore, or maybe the Viable. As NiceTeal had more important things to do than stopping writers to put facts and logic into their books, he wasn't approached by Joe T. Crowley.

And Billie continued laying in his hospital bed, as Prince Harry was many things, but gay was not one of them.

Underneath the world wide net, underneath the dark waters, an eldritch monstrosity waited. Its name was long forgotten, but Mark had referred to it as Chaol, the dark beast.

Chaol was without shape or form, it was lingering everywhere and nowhere, it was in the electricity, it was in fire, it was in the air, it was all that brought humanity to the point of success and also would bring humanity to exinction.

Chaol listened to the screams from its anchor to the human world. Someone was bashing its anchor against the heads of the innocents, causing scars in the best case, death in the worst.

Chaol had gained power, Chaol moved freely in the now impeccable plumbing, Chaol was gaining on humanity... and no one was doing anything, as no one knew of the ruinous powers below.