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"... Hello?"
"Human, there is no need to stare at my body. It is rude. Gethos."
It was World War II. The Second Great War that aims to eliminated all future wars. The main enemy were the Axis Germans led by a certain tyrant of the warring nations, supported by the other nations in the east and west.
The character in question was their enemy, notably a pilot from the British Royal Air Force.
He had just returned to the air base from an operation over Italy and the British along with Allied Americans and 1st Canadian Division were preparing to take back the nation of Italy from the enemy. However, he got side-tracked and ended up bring back a very awkward discover.
"You're definitely an oddity. You look like a woman, but your body is made out of the same type of oil we feed our warplane and tanks with. These yellow pockets on your arms and chest, are they like eyes or something? Could you see through them in a 360 scope? Do they have the same viscosity as flesh?"
"Like I said, human, please refrain from staring, touching, or attempting to violate my body. Gethos. I consider it as extremely rude and I will not hold back from devouring your mind. Gethos."
"... Is saying Gethos a verbal tic?"
"Are you making fun of me, human? Gethos."
The pilot of the British Air Force stumbled upon a space rock that fell from the sky during the recent air operation. It landed in the border of Italy and he decided to pick it up for research back at base. Before he could approach everyone, there were lots of maintenance and short staff back at the base, so he ended up taking the space rock with him as part of his mandatory R&R.
He held onto a magnifying glass he was using in place of a microscope.
"Wow. Even your chest has the same buoyancy as gel pads."
"... Human, please stop flicking my breasts. Gethos. I highly doubt this is a valid practice in your human culture. Gethos."
The person the British Pilot was talking to was a woman... or... what was perceived to be a woman (not a doll). She had the body of a mature female that was curved in all the right places, but her whole physiology and composition resembled an animated pile of crude oil usually made to fuel tanks and airplane.
Yellow bulbs blinked all over her body that was now shaped to resemble the appearance of a British Maid in a noble household (she noticed a magazine under a soldier's bed and copied that). She ended up sitting on the edge of another soldier's bed, being gazed and prodded by the curious British Pilot gentleman.
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This odd girl made of living crude oil is what people who specialize in Mythics and Arcana recognize as a Shoggoth. Something straight out of the Call of Cthulhu.
"So do you eat the same food as us?"
"No. I prefer to eat the mind of young men. Gethos"
"Why young men?"
"Frankly, we could also devour a woman's mind, but they release to many unnecessary chemicals due to the fact they keep worrying about minor details on an excessive basis, such as rent, hydro, and trying to get married before hitting the age of 30. Gethos. The taste itself is very bitter and not at all palatable. Young men, on the other hand, produce a sweet taste and aroma when they dream about mating with woman. Gethos."
"I see. So that's why you were alright with me taking you back to my air base. Everyone here is a guy. Even the field nurses."
"Please do not make me sound like a frivolous woman with no principles. Gethos. I prefer to devour the mind of young men who have a strong occupation in society and receives a good source of income. Gethos."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Not worrying about job loss or being fired. Such complications would raise their stress hormone and ruin the natural flavors of their brain. Gethos."
"Ah, I see. So there is a field of science behind what's sitting in our noggins."
"The h*ll is a noggin. Gethos?"
The British Pilot had his arms folded, nodding along. As he just got back from the air strip, he hadn't taken off his leather cap helmet and goggles yet so they flopped around like dog ears. He rubbed his chin and stared at the Shoggoth woman (in image only), while looking at her more.
"Are you wearing underwear?"
"Human, please take back that unnecessary question. Gethos. Otherwise,I shall devour your mind on the account of sexual harassment. Gethos. If people ask, it was an act of self-preservation. Gethos."
"Well you are taking the form of a full grown woman. Even dressed like a maid of a nobleman's house. I was wondering if you transformed your body to support the use of bra, corset, and panties."
"Again, I do not see where this examination is going. Gethos. Either ask another question or I will devour your brain. Gethos."
"Alright. How do you like to do it with guys."
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"You know, eating their brains. Do you go suck out the juices before you take a dainty bite piece by piece while wiping your mouth between intervals. Or do you drop on your knees and eat them right there out in the open door? Maybe do you mount them and just lunge for their heads while riding on top of them?"
"I may be a Shoggoth, but I can clearly sense emotions such as disgust and spite. Would you like me to demonstrate the projection of those emotions while I eat your mind, Gethos?"
"Oh? So how will you do me? Could you try it on your hands and knees as if eating out from a dog bowl?"
On that day, a creature made of animated oil normally used to fuel tanks and warplanes suddenly wiped out the airfield that was planning to retake Italy.
Thank God the First Canadian Expeditionary Forces got the job done in the end.