Cecil lit a humble cigar as the prerecorded sponsor message played, he wondered if the listeners knew they were merely just ploys of subliminal messaging from the helicopters. Those helicopters. Cecil remembered the night out he had that day:
After eating a deep dish from Big Rico’s with a lemon soda he went back to the library to return an interesting biography of Helen Hunt. And then he remembered. Wheat and wheat by-products. The poisonous, supremely deadly edible substance that the Sheriff’s secret police worked tirelessly to outlaw. The edible substance in Big Rico’s deep dish. Cecil suddenly lost all oxygen, secreted eye jelly and had a case of super-epilepsy, Fanny Brice approximation syndrome and Elephantitis all in one. He tried everything, chanting in Spanish, calling out the glow cloud, the PYRAMID and every other strange deity in Night Vale. Cecil blacked out.
He awoke in a strange room. It was void of all colour. Nothing in that room existed, exists or was in the process of existing. Cecil thought
“Am I in Limbo? Why aren’t I in heaven? I did the baby’s blood ritual every full moon”
Then, suddenly, the mysterious hooded figures who never existed appeared all around him. Cecil immediately forgot the dog park, the library, the Pink Floyd Light Show Experience, the Pyramid and the colour blue. He was lifted into the air by the figures and felt strange messages enter his mind:
“UTMOST CONTROL”
“SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES”
“FULL STATION MANAGEMENT”
“INTERN CLONES”
“AUDIBLE.COM”
“BIG RICO BIG RICO”
A bright white light spun around and around the room, Cecil thought he would die until.
He woke up at the Elementary School Playground. Hiram McDaniels had phoned the Sheriff, Old Woman Josie offered him corn muffins (unsalted) and the angels (except the black one) all asked him his opinions on current affairs. Cecil assumed that in a drunken stupor, he had dreamt the whole escapade after concussing himself on the sidewalk.
Until he discovered the mark on his shoulder, the mark of the birds on the helicopter. The Helicopters that terrorised Night Vale and the Helicopters who secretly controlled the entire town.
Intern Lucy came in and told Cecil that the same message had been repeating on the radio for 3 hours and he had fallen asleep due to a lack of oxygen from the tobacco smoke in the air. Cecil suddenly sprung back into action and announced the traffic.
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My Dinner with Station Management
FanfictionIt's just an ordinary day in Night Vale, the sky is purple, the screams are quiet and the black abyss outside the bowling alley leading to a lizard dimension is shining brightly. Cecil Palmer has a very special guest, but will his many, many hindera...
