#((but it's nyarl so he's gotta break one or two fourth walls))

[azazelsconfessional]

Damn nyarl, just realized you only get to have 1 birthday/summon day every 4 years. Since you were summoned on a leap year, February 29th. Well, since thats the case

**gives nyarl the biggest cake hes ever seen, decorated with old one scripture and visuals.**

Happy early summon day my adorable hyena boi~. Your crazy and chaotic but thats what I love about you. Hope you and the other nyarls enjoy it!

**the cake towers over nyarl, standing at 9 feet tall. Not counting how WIDE it is**

Nyarl's ears perk up at the sight of the cake. Around Tokyo, several Nyarls just kind of freeze and at the sudden shared awareness that they'd received CAKE.

"Somehow, you got enough cake for one thousand one-thousanth guys!?" "Good job! But what if we all multiplied!?" "Would there even be enough? Would our guts end up so full we'd spew it all back up?"

"Just kidding!" "Just kidding!" "Wait, we're kidding?"

Within seconds, the area is full of Nyarlathoteps of various configurations, most looking nearly identical unless observed very closely--and even then the majority could have easily been clones, assuming they all aren't.

You quickly lose count of them as they pile around and on one another and seem to multiply out of and off of each other and appear from nowhere to surround and look up at and point at the cake, some taking pictures of and with it before--and as--their counterparts get a hold of it. One or two cackle and hug you with wagging tails(well, one's tails are definitely raising the roof. . . .)

Before you know it(and yet, before your very eyes,) it's become some sort of party, with music and decorations and balloons all over. The wording on everything is illegible--for some reason, even if you know the garbled alien language of the Old Ones, this remains the case. Maybe whichever Nyarl made them has bad handwriting?

"It's not even my birthday, "But he wanna lick the icing off, "I know you want it in the worst way, "Can't wait to blow my c--wait. There are no candles on this cake." Probably for the best, as they'd surely burn themselves or everything in the vicinity.

"Wow! Wow!!" "Wow wow wee wow!" One Nyarl is standing on another's shoulders, trying to measure it. Of course, they have no tools to do so and, wobbling, fall face-first into the cake. Fortunately, the size of it means they've only damaged so much. As they and several around them cackle and help them out(or try and push them further in where the Nyarls on the other side may cut into them with knives and claws,) the one who'd been on top licks all the cake off his own face not unlike Scooby Doo.

"Is for me?" "Awwww, thanks, man!!! I-it's not like I like it or anything. . . ." "We sure it's a cake tho? The Cake Is A Lie meme is kinda trending again, right?" "No, that's things that don't look like cake being cake!" "Oh! Oh! So the lie is the cake!!"

"Hey, lookit this!" The Nyarl points at one of the familiar designs on the cake in excitement. "Woah, is this allowed!? Is this sacrilege!? Is this CULTURAL APPROPRIATION!?" "No, it's a birthday party, you donut." "Yeah, we're not [REDACTED]. It's totally cool if they [REDACTED]. . .I think." "It's FINE, just LOOK AT IT!" "Well, in case it's not!!" One of them grabs the probably-not-actually-offending decorative bit, and shoves it into the mouth of the seemingly concerned Nyarlathotep. They cheer as the 'problem' is resolved.

"C-c'mon, at least use a fuckin' fork! Cut the cake with a knife, ya filthy animals! There are plates in the church!! Hey!" This surprisingly behaved Nyarl grabs another by the head as he attempts to take a bite directly out of it. This does not stop said Nyarl from shoving his hands into the cake and trying to shovel it into his mouth. The restraining Nyarl gasps dramatically and yanks him away again, even as he has a handful of cake in his mouth and on his face, looking like he'd hiss or laugh if that weren't the case. Actually, with all the noise it's hard to say that he isn't. "No!!!!"

"Hey, @azazel-one-who-sees-all! Go get me, let's party on!!!" "Happy Unbirthday, Nyarl! Mr. Scapegoat!" "Shub-Niggurath, it's not for you! You can have a slice, though."

"Are we sharing? Should we keep some safe for that sleeping idiot?" "Which sleeping idiot. We know a lot of sleeping idiots." "Uh. . .both! Ooh, ooh! Our summoner, too! She should have cake, too! Rats can eat cake, right?" "You can't just give everyone our cake. . . ." Nonetheless, this generous Nyarlathotep will ensure that slices of cake are delivered to the other Old Ones in Tokyo. . .and their vessels and some of their Artifact holders as well. @chatwithana, @taggystryingtimes, and their related company will find themselves with slices of cake cut from an untouched portion of the massive gift, delivered by a giggly, strangely friendly Nyarlathotep, who won't stop to talk, only giggle and smile in a way that doesn't seem quite right on him compared to the howling cackles and grins of the Nyarl(s?) they likely know more. Although, that may seem to lend even more doubt to its safety. . .but Nyarl wouldn't hurt them. Probably. Not in any long term way. Probably.

"Hey, hey!" Whether or not there is enough cake for 1000(? it's hard to tell if there are that many, or if there are less, or if there are more) Nyarlathoteps and whoever they may or may not decide to share with seems to be irrelevant, as Nyarl will simply duplicate slices until there's enough for everyone. Of course, you're also offered a slice of cake! While they'd certainly argue the point, they can't just not share with the person who gave it to them.

"Happy unbirthday, Chanon! Or maybe it isn’t even not your birthday? Who knows! Don’t I know it. Who said we had to be untime? Celebrate everydate!!!"