OK guys i’m. I’m trying to write fanfic. Let me know what you think…? Let me know if I should keep writing… ;u;
Lost [working title]
WTNV, Cecil/Carlos, Drama/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Planned to contain violence and other mature themes
First Draft, Chapter 1
"And so, in light of this week’s events, all municipal roads south of Grove Park are closed off for the following seven or eight miles, pending removal of the impermeable black haze seeping through the asphalt. The Sheriff’s Secret Police are advising citizens to take the detour down Aspen road…"
- Impermeable black haze. Grove park—south.
- Should probably check that out asap? Scan for materials or energy sigs similar to hazy figures encountered 14th july?
Carlos scribbled notes hastily into the margin of the sheet he was already working on; some important graph or another, further local seismic activity studies. Now that he considered it, it didn’t really matter right now. What was relevant now, he found, was an extremely flexible variable. Especially in Night Vale, where even variables were variant in and of themselves. His brow furrowed. Was a tangent in thought qualifiable as a contemplative variable? A different solution to x?
He thought variably. He thought of the 14th of July. He thought of those hazy figures—he’d figured that one out last time… at the cost of… well. Maybe disappointing Cecil. He still regretted not inviting him in, but… he had certain responsibilities, as a scientist. And Cecil had certain responsibilities as a journalist, which he was brilliantly executing right now, as always, and Carlos was listening. As always.
Night Vale did have some constants, after all.