Pointless Pasta

I was in in my room one day when something creepy happened. It was 13:666 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.

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

No response.

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

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 Cthulhu was missing. I also had I really long beard.

"CTHULHU?" I called out exasperatedly.

I sprang up from my bed and searched all over the room for him. I finally found him just outside the closet, but when I reached to pick him up, a skeleton popped out. It was bright pink for some reason. It ran around my room screeching ancient 4chan memes for about six minutes, and then proceeded to jump out the window. Then the world blew up.