Post by Andrew Wheatley on Dec 2, 2013 22:56:42 GMT
Cecil was sitting slumped against the fence of the dog park, tattoos writhing in discontent. Carlos, his perfect Carlos.... He couldn't.... He should've been there. He'd known something had been wrong with Nightvale since strexcorp had shown up.
Carlos had never trusted the new radio host. His name had been Kevin. The empty black eyes of his replacement, his overly cheerful demeanor, they didn't sit right with Cecil either. He'd come from desert bluffs, a strexcorp employee, stepping out of the yellow helicopter in the sickeningly bright colors. His smile had been too wide, teeth too sharp.
He should have made Carlos come with him. Then he would've have been safe instead of... The angels hadn't been able to save him. Carlos was gone.
Carlos had never trusted the new radio host. His name had been Kevin. The empty black eyes of his replacement, his overly cheerful demeanor, they didn't sit right with Cecil either. He'd come from desert bluffs, a strexcorp employee, stepping out of the yellow helicopter in the sickeningly bright colors. His smile had been too wide, teeth too sharp.
He should have made Carlos come with him. Then he would've have been safe instead of... The angels hadn't been able to save him. Carlos was gone.
How do you like being elevated off the ground, Pitch? *Pouts*
What kind of surgery was it?
Good lord! 
