Cecilos oneshots

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Cecil woke up alone, knowing Carlos (oh sweet, perfect Carlos) often got up early to get to the lab, and Cecil accepted that he was a morning person. Cecil got out of bed, and his tattoos went scurrying out of his lower back to cover his arms and torso. He was soon swathed in a moving mass of purple. 

Cecil liked his tattoos.

He went into the bathroom, where he kept his city council issued alligator repellent and pocketed the bottle, before looking in the mirror to check his hair. He quickly turned away, the shadowy figure behind him gone. Or had it never been there in the first place?

He shook his head violently, and his blond-black hair soon had a streak of purple running through it. 'Perfect,' he said aloud, and the third eye in the middle of his forehead blinked in agreement. 

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'You are swimming to a shore you cannot see. Make the right choice...

Welcome,

To Night Vale.'

Cecil relished the last syllable as it rolled off his tongue, and listened to the music as he gathered up his script. 'Dear listeners, we have been furnished with a list of people who have been taken in by the city council for re-education. Effective immediately. Let's see here. We have: '

'Alan Finn, oh, I know Alan. Sweet kid. Wonder what he did wrong.

William Williams,

C- Carlos...'

Cecil's voice shook. No. Please, no. He- He had to do something. Anything. They- would break him, he knew they would. Poor Carlos, poor, sweet Carlos!

'Listeners! We go now... to the weather!' He spat, to the microphone, then put on his coat, and ran out the door, ignoring station management's strangled shrieks of displeasure, knowing he would be punished later. He didn't care. All he cared... all he cared about was Carlos. His life was nothing, Nothing! without Carlos. He had to get there in time...

Cecil didn't think, he just ran, and ran, and ran, until he reached the city council hall. He threw his jacket at one of the sleeping guards, who immediately consumed it whole. Cecil knew he wouldn't be bothered by that guy anymore... 

He ran into the room that had the bright red 'R E    E D U C A T I O N    I N    P R O G R E S S' sign above the doorway. 

And there was Carlos. Bloody and shirtless, with what looked like a rib coming out of his chest. 'C- Cecil...?' he murmured. Cecil was too late...Cecil was TOO LATE! Cecil watched as the blood dribbled out of Carlos' mouth. Cecil ran over to Carlos, and took him in his arms, causing Carlos to moan even louder. Cecil swore.

Suddenly, there emerged the hulking, many-headed single-bodied entity that was the city council. 'YOU DID THIS! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY HUSBBAAAANNNDDDD' Cecil screamed, and gently put Carlos down again. His back arched, and long purple tentacles started to emerge from his body. His lavender eyes flashed dangerously and turned a dark, deep red. He lashed out at the city council, and all of its heads screamed in unison. It withdrew to the back of the room, regarding Cecil cautiously and fearfully. Cecil picked Carlos up, the tentacles already retracting, and ran,

and ran,

and ran,

until he couldn't run anymore, and he was home. He shut the door to stop whoever was tailing them getting into the house, and lay Carlos onto the bed the sheets turning a deep crimson. Cecil lay down too, and took Carlos in his embrace, burying his head into Carlos' perfect hair. 

'I love you, dammit, I love  you.'

'l- love you too' Carlos whispered weakly, relaxing into Cecil.

And all was still.