Jeff Hayward was born into a boring, loving family, had a boring, loving childhood, and, in a perfect world, would have spent the next seventy years leading a boring, loving life. This isn't a perfect world. This is a world where Jeff got possessed by a betentacled Lovecraftian horror that spends its days seesawing between watching 50s sitcoms and advocating for the murder of Jeff's parents. This is also a world where the Powers That Be have decided that the murder of Jeff's parents makes narrative sense, and if Jeff wants to keep them alive, he's going to have to do...something. Probably something stupid. He's just not sure what yet.