A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

drabble dump again

Fandoms: Welcome To Night Vale/Creepypasta, Percy Jackson/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Welcome to Night Vale, Naruto

Cecil walked through the streets. It was night, but with the street lights and the mysterious lights in the sky that nobody can explain, it was far from dark. He was alone, too, but the man was unconcerned because the Sheriff's Secret Police are there for their protection. They are always, always, watching everyone, and citizens are safer because of it.

Usually he drove his car, but a pastel green gust had been going around town today, dissolving random objects and people into puddles that whispered secrets in a hoarse voice that no mortal ear can comprehend. The Secret Police had tried to capture and arrest it, but like a lot of Night Vale's minor random phenomenon, it went away at the end of the day. Time will tell if it will come back and become a part of a greater story.

But he digress. He was walking because the tires of his car had been a victim of the unruly gust of wind, the same with the front half of Carlos' hybrid coup. Carlos tried to go to the station anyways so Cecil had company to walk home with, but Cecil knew that Carlos pulled an all nighter for a very important scientific work for last night, so he insisted that the scientist sleep earlier tonight. Cecil then pouted at Carlos until he agreed, eyes reluctant and concerned while dark circles hung from beneath them.

An unconscious smile tugged at his lips from thinking of his sweet and caring Carlos. He can't wait to arrive at their home and (gently) pull the hopefully sleeping man into his arms.

Cecil's eyes swept around him, taking in the view of Night Vale under the various lights, before he suddenly stopped. He squinted. He was sure he saw something in the shadows. Something taller than a Secret Police officer. Perhaps one of the Erikas?

While angels are illegal to acknowledge, maybe Old Woman Josie sent one of the Erikas to deliver the Guacamole pie recipe Cecil had asked for two nights ago. He can't wait to have it created from Carlos' precise scientific hands that was always a wonder to watch when used in a kitchen. Cecil glanced around him, waved at a bush that gazed suspiciously back, and walked right into the alleyway.

Shadows swallowed him, and noise from the outside almost seemed to have been swallowed, too, as if the alleyway became its own space isolated from the rest of the world. He looked up and the same lights were still in the sky, bobbing and rolling and shifting colors in the backdrop of the void, so that was not the case, thankfully. The alleyway was a dead end with no ten feet tall winged-being in sight though, so he deflated a bit in disappointment.

Huffing slightly into his pink scarf with glittery orange silhouette of cats scattered around it, he spun on his heel, only to stumble back in surprise. Before him he saw a pair of legs, grotesquely stretched until the knees were level with Cecil's chest. Slowly, he raised his eyes up and up and up-

And the man had no face.

The faceless man wore a suit as dark as night, the red tie making a sharp contrast between color and lack of color, and it stood there in the darkness, silent. There was a faint ringing in Cecil's ears, and it raised in intensity as the man reached with thin, spindly fingers...

"The Tall Faceless Man That Kinda Just Visits Sometimes?!"

The creature paused, twitched irritably, and then dropped the hand with a sound like air escaping from a fleshy chamber, like from a mouth, but the man doesn't have a mouth.

"It's Slenderman," He corrected with an aggrieved air of having done this multiple times before, and that he was so done with it all.