“Oh no.”
There before him, was Station Management, a bundle of roses in it's hand, silver rings on each tentacle. It started gurgling, presumably words of adoration. But that wasn't what Cecil was terrified about, he had seen flirtatious signs in it's for a couple of weeks, he's not oblivious you know.
It was Carlos, bound and gagged in a cage that made Cecil alarmed. Admittedly he found it slightly sexy, but mostly terrified. He knew what would happen if he didn't go to dinner though. The unthinkable. SUSPENDED WITHOUT PAY. He led Station Management outside to his Bentley, he quickly whispered to Carlos.
“I'll be back in a few hours, there are some minutes near the restroom you can like up with your tongue.”
He turned the radio onto the smooth jazz station, to add some romance to the situation. He tried not to cringe as Station Management caressed his scalp with it's moist tentacles.
“Only a few hours” he repeated to himself.
“Only a few hours to go.”
He booked himself into Gino's Italian Dining Experience and Grill and Bar and asked for some candles. As Station Management sat down in the velvet chair, he suddenly noticed it's beautiful suction cups. The light shone on the shades of maroon and brown in it's slime. The bottomless void in it's irises sparkled. Maybe Station Management wasn't that bad after all. It was a perfectly peaceful evening.
Until the candles arrived.
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My Dinner with Station Management
FanficIt'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...
