Septiplier One Shots

Radiowaves

"A man with green hair moved into town today. Who is he? What does he want? Why is his smile so perfect?"

Jack drove feeling dumbfounded at the what the man on the radio had just said. He couldn't possibly be talking about him? Jack scoffed and pushed down a little more on the gas trying to leave the eerie thought behind him on the road. There would be no way anyone would know he was here. It was like two pm and he had only just entered the town.

Night Vale, what an odd name for a town if he was going to honest. He can't even remember why he was moving or where he was moving from. The other day he had a vague dream about a planet, it's unlike anything he'd ever seen. It was a planet of awesome size lit by no sun. It's an invisible titan, all thick black forests and jagged mountains and deep, turbulent oceans. When he woke he had a tug to move, that tug had led him here. It sounded crazy, he knew it did.

"Listeners, the man seems to be moving here. Remember don't be rude to him, just point and gently scream, 'Interloper!' in his face. It's sure to make him feel welcomed."

Jack glanced horrified at the radio. They were talking about him, weren't they?

"Did you all know he's Irish? Seems ironic that he has green but then again mine is red so who am I to say such things. Oh, listeners, station management just slipped a paper under my door, 'Mark, if you don't stop talking about Sean 'Jack' McLoughlin new resident...' the rest of the note has been torn off with what looks like teeth covered in blood. Humph, well...I'm sure I understand what they mean. In other news, old women Josie said her non-angel friends..."

Jack slammed on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the street. He had to get out of this town. It was run by crazy people, oh dear god why was here? Why did he ever decide to move? Jack started to turn the car around only to find whenever he turned around the town was still in front of him.

He couldn't get out.

What the fuck?

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This town was insane. He's not talking just odd quirks ever small town in America has, no. It's fucking weird like someone knew he was coming because the moment he stopped trying to drive out of the town a man that looked menacing and said he was vaguely from the government pointed him in the direction of his house.

His house?

Turns out they, whoever they are, had a house for him. It was nice, too. That's the thing. It's like they knew him and decorated it for him. Like he had always lived here and just come home after work one day. Then a flyer had shown up. After reading over it, Jack had tossed it into the garbage. But then it showed up again. And again. And again. The last time it had actually come with a second sheet of paper that said, 'THIS IS FOR YOU. STOP THROWING IT AWAY, THAT'S RUDE! UGH, WE ARE JUST TRYING TO BE HELPFUL, LIKE WTF MAN!'

Jack looked down at the flyer in his hands. It was announcing job openings at the local radio station. Jack had wanted to avoid the station at any cost possible since moving in a week ago but apparently that was easier said than done considering every electronic piece of equipment broadcasted it, even his electric toothbrush, somehow.

Jack was considering applying for an internship when he felt like someone was in the room with him. Watching him. Understanding him. Then they, a woman, an old sounding woman whispered to him, "Not if you wish to live."