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Chapter 9: Fall Edition

Jawn jumped in his car. Cecil ran to open the front door, hopped inside, and buckled himself before Jawn could say otherwise.

“All right,” Jawn said. “But we’re heading where you’re not going to like it.”

Cecil snorted. He knew every nook and cranny in this entire town.  Cecil loved Night Vale. There was no place in this town that he could possibly come to hate, except maybe the dog park.

But Jawn wasn’t bringing him to the dog park.

Jawn maneuvered his car into the parking lot of Night Vale General Hospital. Cecil wondered why Jawn would bring him here.

Jawn got out and looked at Cecil expectantly. “Well? Are you coming or not, Cecil?”

“I am, I am, wait a minute.” Cecil climbed out of the car, then followed Jawn to a bench near the entrance.

“Wait here,” said Jawn, who walked in the entrance of the hospital, and appeared several minutes later, three stories above.

Cecil yelled to Jawn. “What are you doing up there? You’ll kill yourself!”

Jawn grinned malevolently. “Exactly. My love is gone, my heart is in two, what is there to live for?” and with that, he jumped.

Cecil screamed. Something hard hit the pavement with a dull thud. Jawn. A crimson puddle was beginning to form on the pavement.

Cecil shrieked once more, and attempted to roll Jawn onto his back.

Jawn was alive, but barely. Jawn was writhing in pain, and then was still. The only word that escaped his lips, his dying breath, was “Sherlock.”

There was nothing Cecil could do now. Jawn had lost too much blood too fast. His heart had completely stopped. Cecil knew he had to tell Sherlock, and fast.