Beautiful Carlos //One Shot//

Part 1

"In recent news, Carlos, beautiful Carlos, has been seen trying to communicate with the hooded figures that have gathered in front of the Arby's. They have been blocking the entrance for quite some time, and the customers inside are experiencing crying fits and existential crises. Perfect, heroic Carlos must be trying to help the poor souls trapped inside, or maybe do some research on them or something. How brave of him. So far, the only communication he's made with the figures is some vibrations of various sequences, the kind that tears at the very fabrication of the mind and soul. Be safe out there, you beautiful scientist, you. And now, the weather."
Today's weather rang out in Cecil's ears, as he exhaled and leaned back in his chair. His mind drifted to Carlos and his gorgeous features: voice as smooth as honey, beautiful tanned skin, and luscious locks of curly dark hair. Carlos was truly a perfect being in every way. Carlos had originally come to Night Vale about a year and a half ago. He and Cecil had shared a very special date once, after Carlos had nearly been killed in a fight with the miniature people underneath the bowling alley. Their date had gone considerably well, even ending with a good-night kiss, but since then, Carlos had been extremely busy and they hadn't gone on any dates or even talked in quite a long time.
Cecil missed Carlos terribly, as you could imagine, but he was too timid to ask Carlos on another date, out of fear that he'd be rejected.
About fifteen minutes later, Cecil wrapped up that night's show with a, "Good night, Night Vale," and left the studio awhile later. While driving home, Cecil's phone buzzed with a call, and with a quick glance at the caller ID, his heart leapt. It was Carlos, his beautiful Carlos. Cecil pulled his car over, awkwardly answering the call.
"He- hello, Carlos," Cecil stuttered out.
All Cecil could hear was static and some suspicious muffled sounds. His heart rate quickened, realizing that these were clearly the sounds of a struggle. "Carlos? What's going on? Are you okay?"
More static.
Cecil sighed sadly. Maybe this was a butt-dial or something. He was sure Carlos could handle himself, being a scientist after all. But, before he could hang up, the choked voice of Carlos finally called out amongst the static.
"Ce-cil. Please...Help."
Cecil gasped."Carlos! Where are y-"
Cecil was cut off as the call disconnected. His heart pounded in his chest with a mixture of adrenaline and terror. His Carlos was in trouble; He needed to do something.
Carlos sat still for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Carlos had been at the Arby's all day, trying to make communication with the hooded figures. Perhaps he'd still be there now. Cecil turned the key in the ignition and sped off in the direction of the Arby's, desperate to save the scientist he loved.