Pointless Pasta

I was in in my room one day when something creepy happened. It was 6:66 PM (at least according to my watch); the sun was still up, and, oddly enough, had been up ever since I locked myself in my room three days ago. Also, my door had inexplicably vanished. Anyway, I was talking to my pet rock when suddenly I heard something shifting around in my closet.

&quot;Cthulhu (that was my pet rock's name), did you hear that?&quot;

No response.

&quot;It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'm scared too.&quot;

The noise stopped, and deafening silence filled the room. I sat on the edge of my bed, motionless, for a good ten years. When I snapped out of it, I noticed that Cthulhu was missing. I also had I really long beard.

&quot;CTHULHU!&quot; I shouted, nearly panicking.

I sprang up from my bed and searched all over the room for him. As I approached my closet, something hit me in the back of the head and I fell unconscious for another ten years. When I awoke, I found Cthulhu sitting just outside the closet door, which was now mysteriously ajar. As I reached to pick him up, the closet door was suddenly flung open and a BRIGHT PINK SKELETON POPPED OUT. It ran around my room screeching ancient 4chan memes for about six hours before bursting into flames. It then proceeded to jump out a five-hundred story window and get sucked into another dimension.