Nightmares of tentacles and god

Youth

Kevin was 4. Kenny was still a baby, probably 8-9 months old.

It was a particularly cold night. It was raining, his parents were rushing, he remembered his dad telling him to 'get in the damn car'. He had to hurriedly put on his parka so he doesn't freeze.

It was one of those instances where their parents decided they wanted to be a somewhat decent parents, so they took him with them for once.

The drive was short. He knew they were still in South Park. They parked in front of this random house, with cars lining up the streets around it.

"Stay in the car. Okay?" His father glanced at him through the rear view mirror. He nodded, hoping they wouldn't be long.

However, 20 minutes later, they still hadn't come back.

The car was freezing cold, the heater been broken for Months now. Kevin was shivering. He could hear noises in the house, the lights are still on. It looks warmer in there...

Dad said to stay here... but it's so cold... he wouldn't mind.

...right?

With all the power he had, he pushed the car door open, its locks barely working anymore. Stepping out of the car, he closed the car door, before running towards the house. His little legs getting slightly soaked in the snow.

Reaching the house, he peeked through the windows. The house looked empty, which was weird considering the cars lined up outside.

Reaching for the door handle, he had to stand on his toes to be able to barely reach it. His tiny fingers had to shoot as high as it could go, before finally be able to grab it, opening the door slightly.

Kevin peeked inside, making sure nobody saw him, before walking in slowly. He stood in the hallway, letting the heat sink in before looking through the house. It was surprisingly quiet and empty like no one was home. For a second he thought he went into the wrong house.

"mama?" He called out. But nobody answered.

he heard a crying noise coming from a door. Kenny? He quietly opened the door, seeing a staircase leading down to a basement. He could hear people chanting and slurring, just like how his parents would be after too many bottles. But the one that stood out to him was the loud crying noise. Is Kenny okay?..

He walked down the stairs, trying to keep his steps as quiet as possible. Once down, he peeked through the corner. Inside there was a crowd of people sitting around a circle, chanting and slurring words he couldn't make out. They all had their eyes closed. In the middle he could see a baby with blonde hair, his body bare naked and crying, and six adults around him wearing dark hoods in a smaller circle. Kenny!

He looked around to find his parents with their eyes closed, chanting along. Around them were bottles and cans of drinks, they look like the ones his parents drunk at home.

Suddenly, one of the man walked up to Kenny in the middle and shouted something, raising a sharp...knife? It looked sharp. The people around repeated him, words slurring together weirdly. He could hear somebody hiccuped and giggled. Kevin barely flinched. He couldn't understand what they were saying.

A second passed, before Kevin watched the man strikes his knife on Kenny's chest. Pained cries filled the room as blood started to pour from the baby's chest. The man dragged the knife, practically splitting him in half, barely avoiding his organs. Kenny slowly stopped crying, his body stopped trashing. After that, the man pulled away, standing up and sitting back on circle.

Kevin wanted to reach out. He want to just get his brother and his parents and just run. Make sure these people doesn't get them. He wanted to shout, to tell them to stop, that Kenny is hurt. But he's scared. He's so scared.