Bob was but a man, you see. Drifting through the current of everyday life. But you see, dear reader, what he did not realize was that his life would change this very day.
Bob was about town, on a stroll down the sidewalk of the town's thoroughfare. Local businesses lined the road, shops, restaurants, and the like.
Bob took in all the sights and sounds around him. As he did so he felt something growing inside him. A looming feeling of emptiness in the core of his very being. What could it be?
I'll tell you, precious reader. Bob had grown hungry.
He had a problem now. How would he quell the growing hunger within him? He wasn't too hungry, not yet.
He didn't want a full meal where he had to sit and pay too much. He needed something smaller, a snack, if you will.
That is when he noticed the hot dog cart.
He approached the hot dog cart. Behind it was the cart's proprietor, the Hot Dog Seller.
He was bent over the cart, resting his head shaped mass of slowly writhing tentacles on his hand. A small pulse went through them as he took notice of Bob.
He stood up straight as his customer approached, it's good manners after all.
"Hot Dog Seller," started Bob, "I want to buy a hot dog so that I may quell the growing hunger within me."
The Hot Dog Seller stared at him for a moment, taking in Bob's dilemma.
"Of course sir," said the Hot Dog Seller, "That is why I am here."
Bob was pleased, but as he was about to order the Hot Dog Seller spoke again.
"But sir, I must warn you, these hot dogs are very special. They are no ordinary dogs by any means."
"Special?" Bob asked "What can be so special about your hot dogs?"
The Hot Dog Seller leaned in. Bob leaned in as well.
"These dogs," started the Hot Dog Seller, "They can fill not just your stomach, but your soul as well."
Bob was confused, was this seller of dogs mad? Perhaps he was incredibly loyal to his product.
"I can sense your confusion, good sir." said the Hot Dog Seller, sensing Bob's inner turmoil,
"I could tell just by looking at you. Your stomach may be empty, yes, but your soul is as well. You feel listless in this life of man.
Moving throughout this world all on your own. But it doesn't have to be that way, my friend. These precious dogs are a gift.
Granted by the supreme one, Yor Bal'hith. It is through the dog that you can know peace, fulfillment, and endless companionship."
Bob was understandably taken aback. It was true, though. He had felt empty, listless, all the Hot Dog Sellers words rang true in his mind.
But was it true? Could these incredible dogs truly lift him above the oppressive miasma of his hum drum life? He needed to be sure.
"How much for one of your amazing dogs?" Bob inquired
"The blessings of Yor Bal'hith are free to all, my friend." the Hot Dog Seller answered warmly
"Then I will have one, please."
The Hot Dog Seller nodded as he grabbed a bun. He opened the door on his cart.
As it opened a noxious cloud floated out and away, but the Seller paid it no mind as Bob's eyes watered from the indescribable stench.
With a pair of tongs, the Hot Dog Seller reached into his cart. Bob watched with bated breath, only to gasp as the Seller pulled out a thick, wriggling tentacle and placed it in the bun.
He looked at Bob for another moment, as if to test his resolve. He handed the dog across to him, and slowly, gingerly, Bob took it.
Bob stared at the dog, then the Seller, then back again. Would this truly bring him fullness? The Seller nodded, as if sensing Bob's thought.
He opened his mouth, brought the tentacle dog to it, and took a bite. It made a ripping, crunching sound as his teeth broke through the skin.
Vile juices flowed out as the tentacle wriggled in response. It was awful, like fetid seafood soaked in brine and sewage.
But Bob couldn't stop. He chewed, swallowed, and went in for another bite, as if he wasn't in control of himself.
He wept as he ate the entire dog
Once the final bite was gone, so too was the flavor. He now felt something new.
A wriggling feeling in his mind, as if the tentacle he had just devoured had made its home within his very brain.
He could feel every twitch, every horrid movement in his skull. The feeling increased, growing stronger and stronger by the second.
It felt as though it was trying to escape his head! Just as the throbbing pain reached its peak, as he was about to scream, it vanished.
Much like the flavor, it was simply gone. In it's place he felt something new. A strange sense of fulfillment.
As if something was watching over him, like a loving parent.
"You feel his presence, yes?" asked the Hot Dog Seller. "Now he is forever with you."
Indeed, Bob felt it. He felt warm. He felt full. He felt loved.
He didn't mind the tentacles forcing their way out of his head.