>You're married to a Shoggoth

>Wife is out to buy groceries

>You decide to do something nice and clean the house and cook dinner

>Luckily you managed to convince her not to completely envelop the house, at least for now

>Dust off your old vacuum, mop, bucket, and broom

>Vacuum all the carpet, unsurprisingly nothing comes up

>Mop the kitchen, didn't really do much besides give it a new shine

>Don't even bother with the broom

>Every spot of the house is spic and span

>So you decide to move onto dinner

>You know your wife doesn't really need to eat but you still make something for her anyways

>You finish spicing the Cornish hens and toss then into the oven

>The potatoes are boiling still and you want them as soft as possible before you mash them

>The carrots and peas are steaming and you want them equally as soft

>Now all you have to do is wait

>Wait, you never cleaned the basement

>Your wife always said to never enter the basement but you'll be damned if you won't make this house as clean as humanly possible

>Walk down to the basement with vacuum and broom in tow

>But it's completely pitch black, and the lights don't work

>Nonetheless you walk down and just as you pass the final step your foot gets stuck in some thick black goop

>Did the shunt pump break?

>Was your wife trying to fix it all by herself?

>You set down the supplies and pull out your phone to light the darkness

>But still nothing, it's as if the darkness is suffocating the light itself

>Even in the dark you manage to trudge your way to the corner where the pump is, or at least where you remember it was

>You get on your hands and knees reaching deep into the well

>But you feel the pool of ichor shift and twirl

>You turn around to see a figure rise out of it, a Shoggoth

>She look a lot like your wife, and sorta like you

>Her body takes form and her yellow glowing eyes finally light up

>She notices you and opens her many mouths

>"Papa?"

>She helps you up and hugs you, pressing her head into your chest as you feel tentacles wrap around you

>You remember that documentary on slimes a while back

>They don't really give birth as much so as they just split once they get big enough

>But now there's only one problem