Night Vale Angst

Why, Station Management? Why?!?!

He has the expression of an expensive sportscar. His calm words drip venomously with malice and rage. "WHAT. Do you think you are doing to Carlos." The sentient shadows quiver fearfully under the dark glare of Nightvale's most fearless citizen, but they still don't relinquish their grip on poor, sweet, perfect, innocent Carlos. Cecil has lived a very long life without many fights, but that didn't mean he wasn't ready.

Turning quickly to his handheld bloodstone circle he summons his allies. To his defense comes Tamaka Flynn, Old Woman Josie (from out by the car lot), and her definitely not angelic friends, Erica, Erica and Erica in a flash of blinding purple light that makes the shadows hiss and cover what we assume is their eyes.

Fighting together valiantly they manage to shove the shadows into the station managers office door. A door that hasn't been opened since they last went on rampage. There is a shrill scream that pierces the sanity of everyone there, but Cecil wasn't paying attention. His heart flutters to the beat of a pop song, but he feels none of it's upbeat emotions. Carlos. Poor, sweet, innocent Carlos lays almost motionless against the wall near the recording booth.

The scientist breathes shakily and Cecil rushes to him from where he's been standing motionless and stunned like a hooded figure caught in headlights. "C-cecil???" Carlos' small voice wavers. Cecil answers with a strong hugs that covers his sweatervest with the blood that was ruining Carlos 'Bowling date' labcoat. "That was neat." Carlos finishes with a pained grin. The Voice of Night Vale holds his boyfriend tightly as his tentacles stand guard for any hazard that might pull the lovers apart.

Tears run down his perfect cheeks as he tries to fight the overwhelming urge to close his eyes, but he eventually loses. His face once twisted in agony was not peaceful... more accurately he looked like one having a nightmare about street cleaning day and his heart beat softly, steadily pumping the blood from his body as if that was an okay thing to do. Leaning heavily on Carlos's wound, a wild eyed Cecil barked orders, his voice slightly cracking. Tamaka called the Sheriff's secret police through the microphone over the break room's microwave. Erica went to get a towel from the men's bathroom for Cecil and Old Woman Josie stood outside waiting for paramedic mages to arrive.

Soon the mages arrived and Cecil had to stand aside to allow them to cast their delicate spellwork. He can't help but think how Carlos would be running all sorts of experiments to learn what makes the spells work. He'd always say "Magic is just science I haven't figured out yet!" and then Cecil would have to bribe the secret police officer he totally didn't know to not haul his scientist off to the re-education center. Tears well up in his eyes like blood oozing from an ancient cursed artifact that you shouldn't have touched. What he would give for it to be himself in Carlos' place right now...

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Welp! That's all for now!!! If I get enough comments/views/likes I'll continue it, but I'm content to leave it at this for now.