The early morning sun crept through a window and kissed the unconscious Guides’ features, his body lying on the bed - a blue blanket of warmth over him.

An alarm roars out from a device positioned on his nightstand, followed by loud music:

“-I’m gonna, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger!
Shoot to thrill, play to kill.
Too many women with too many pills.
Shoot to thrill, play to kill.
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at wi--”

[BOOMSCHK]

A loud gunshot interrupts the music, followed by an annoyed grunt as the Guide lifts his half-naked, toned form out of the sheets, the barrel of a pistol of hellish origins steaming with heat.

“That oughta shut you up…” Pomp comments after draping his free hand down his face. “Well, at least my favorite song was on.”

“Was that really necessary…?” Gideon’s voice inquires from all around the room. “There was a giant button on top that silences it.”

Pomp waves a dismissive hand. “Doesn’t matter; I’ll just build a hundred more if need be.”

“You’ll also be needing a new nightstand.”

Pomp looks down to the nightstand, which is now mere fragments of alighted wood.

“Eh. Like I said, I’ll replace it later.”

A momentary silence takes hold.

“About last night, Gids,” Pomp starts with a hand placed behind his neck. “Sorry for snapping at you like that.”

“It’s ok, Pomp. Now, I know how frustrated you’ve been lately, but…” Gideon hesitates as the Guide is in the process of getting out of bed.

“You can speak your mind.” The Guide motivates as he walks towards a nearby wooden dresser in his black underwear.

Pomp stands within the furniture’s proximity, and the furniture rises before expanding apart as gears and machinations hummed and rattled. Thus revealing the advanced makeup of the furnishing as a series of blue lights and the outline of a humanoid is now present.

The Guide walks forth before turning around and placing himself within the outline, tailored perfectly to his height and build.

“You have so much to offer this world with all that fantastic knowledge,” Gideon comments. “You alone could create many ways to help prevent cataclysmic events with your astounding caution and preparations. Even those among the most powerful of this world’s inhabitants could learn-”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Pomp interjects. “They can all go help themselves.”

Gideon is about to speak but is interrupted by Pomp’s raised finger. “Hold that thought.”

The mechanized dresser manifests a blue screen with various choices of attire, to which the Guide chooses one of the available options. However, he also drags the Statigel Armor set into his selection of clothing and finalizes his decision.

A type of scanning process ensues, and as the fine line travels from Pomp’s feet and upward, his body is slowly dressed as he stands there with his arms spread apart in a T-pose.

Black shoes, pants, and a long-sleeve tight-shirt are the first to adorn the Guide’s form, followed by a red coat that goes over the former apparel. A duo of dark gloves covers his hands, but the Statigel Armor remains hidden from view.

Pomp pulls on his coat and makes himself more presentable. “Alright, got my little gadgets and gear altogether,” He looks upward, “Anything else you got in mind?”

Gideon lets loose a mechanized sigh. “No. Not at the moment. Just… please try to be careful today, ok? It’s when you kick off your side project, after all.”

“Come now, Gids. You know me better than anyone,” Pomp responds, making his way towards the bedroom door. “I always calculate and analyze my interests before jumping into action.”

“Very well, then. Breakfast is ready in the kitchen, so make sure you eat before heading out. Remember: A healthy body is a-”

“Healthy mind. Yeah, yeah. Thanks, mom.” Pomp responds as he disappears behind the doorframe but reappears as his upper torso leans back into view.

“And I’ll have you know that my body is fabulous, darling.” He poses and drapes his hand through his hair before departing again.

Gideon’s presence remains in the room, contemplating in silence after the Guide’s departure.

“Alright then, Pomp. It would appear that I need to be more… bold.”

The morning continues to progress, just past 8 am according to the small town’s clocktower, and Pomp disembarks the village on horseback -- donned in his ‘Luschian’ disguise -- while passing a giant wooden billboard positioned on the right side of the road that reads:

Now departing Flourishville! Have a safe journey!

“Let’s go, Valserion! Yah!” The blonde terrarian exclaims, causing his white stallion to charge forth with incredible vigor and finesse, their muscles flexing as their hooves kick up dirt.

-I have to hand it to the Camelot royal family’s horse breeders. They make the finest steeds in all of Terraria.-

The duo continues trailing the road that cuts through the forest, a herd of deer fleeing within the forestation before the Guide and his steed enter a large clearing. Planes of grass and masses of water sources with distant mountains greet Pomp’s eyes, the cooling wind fluttering his brown cloak and hoodie.

They continue onward, turning on several forks in the road leading to other locations. And after some time, various farmlands start to come into view as cattle graze on the bountiful greenery with farmers tending to fields of vegetation and crops. But an extensive collection of modernized buildings with an antenna on their rooftop can be seen just beyond several hills.

A sudden white equine figure catches ‘Luschian’s’ attention in the skies further ahead, from the direction of the city -- a prominent pair of angelic wings repeatedly flapping before straightening out for a descent.

As the equine gets closer, Pomp immediately makes out the waving rainbow mane and tail of the incredibly graceful equine that starts to land before him. Not to mention the most glaring fact of all: a 6ft tall alicorn mare with the insignia of the sun plastered on her flank.

‘Luschian’ lets loose a whistle, and Valserion comes to a skiing halt.

-Wait, isn’t that… Celestia?- Pomp inquires internally. Damn it… did they find me?-

Celestia lands before the duo, folding her wings to either side. “Excuse me, sir?” She starts with her ever-caring voice. “Good morning to you both.” The alicorn lowers her head and rises in a respectful bow. “My apologies for interrupting you, but would either of you, by chance, have seen the Guide within these parts?”

‘Luschian’ sheds his veil as he pulls back on his hoodie, his blonde hair on full display. “Well, ma’am, his face is kind of etched onto every wanted posting for miles and miles.” He chuckles. “It’s hard not to see him.”

Celestia giggles with a wing over her muzzle. “Fairly put, my good sir.” Her wing retracts to her side.

“Why? You after the prize or somethin’?”

“Well, no,” She responds before looking to the side in sympathy, her ears folded against her head. “I… I want to help him.”

-Help me?- Pomp inquires internally.

“Help him?” ‘Luschian’ questions outwardly with a raised eyebrow, chuckling afterward. “Look, miss, let me clue you in on something.”

Celestia’s ears perk up, her gaze returning to ‘Luschian.’

“Take a moment to consider that the Guides are the most intelligent beings in this universe, with only very few matching their intellect. And even that is debatable. Now, if you and everyone else who’s looking for our current Guide haven’t found him yet, then that means only one thing-”

“He doesn’t want to be found,” Celestia answered. “I surmised as much, considering not even Silence, the Ancient-Guardian of the Guides, could locate him.”

-Of course, he can’t,- Pomp said inertly. -This blade makes sure of that. Although I still have no freaking idea what it is, ‘side from it being a blade.-

“Please, sir.” Celestia urges, pulling Pomp from his inner thoughts. “I must find him… all of Terraria is at stake.”

-All of Terraria is at stake because of me? How flattering.-

‘Luschian’ sighs. “I’m sorry, I truly am. But I’ve no idea where the Guide could be.”

Celestia sighs in disappointment. “No, it’s ok, sir. I suppose I’ll keep searching for him, then. Thank you for your time.”

As the alicorn proceeds to pass by in a steady trot, ‘Luschian’ keeps his eyes forward before closing them.

“Why are you insistent on finding that monster, anyway?”

Celestia looks over her shoulder. “It’s because I don’t believe he’s a monster.”

‘Luschian’ chuckles. “How gracious of you. Too bad the rest of the planet doesn’t share that mindset.” He beckons his steed to continue. “Yah!”

As the former duo continues on and towards the city, Celestia turns her gaze forward, her hooves going to work again.

“I don’t understand… why am I the one he chose to locate the Guide?” She mutters in a lowered tone. “Nonetheless, everyone is counting on me. I need to find you, Pomp.”

“Otherwise… Misguidance will win.”

-Have faith, Celestia,- A deep yet warm and soothing voice says to her mind. -We must tread carefully, but should all the pieces on the board be moved into place, Misguidance will reveal himself... and I will be ready.-

“I know Yog told me to trust you, but he never told me your name.”

The voice chuckles. -My father works in mysterious ways, my dear. Ways that not even Zalgo nor Terra could comprehend. But, for the benefit of our cooperation, I suppose a proper introduction is in order.-

Suddenly, a deep golden eye manifests within Celestia’s psyche, causing her to stop in place with her fur and senses on edge. A series of golden tentacles and the golden features of an outer being allow themselves to be seen within the alicorn’s mindscape.

-My name is Kthanid. Son of Yog-Sothoth, and brother of Cthuhlu.-

In the outside world, Celestia’s eyes widen, and her muzzle drops, absolutely dumbfounded by the wonder in her psyche.

-Oh and, uh, that man you spoke to? That was Pomp.-

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"WHAT?!" Celestia bellows with flared wings. "Why didn't you say anything?!"

-... I'm a bit of a troll.-

https://lovecraft.fandom.com/wiki/Kthanid

For those who want a bit more context on Kthanid. Their origins are mildly altered, but also still accurate.