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02 - Five Nights at Freddy's Short

Nobody knew who killed the children years and years ago in the pizzeria the town had never spoken of since the unsolved arson case over a decade ago. The citizens never bothered investigating it, not that they didn't care, no. They were just told not to by their local radio host. Well, who was to question their host? He was a huge contribution to their small town in the middle of a desert, he helped in making significant findings with his boyfriend scientist. He was completely normal.

Don't get me wrong, I knew him, before he died that is. He was like any of us, calm in the midst of the hooded figures roaming around town, respected me, the town mayor, respected the Station Management and all that. He also loved his boyfriend, like how anyone would love their significant other. He listened to the city council and had his faith in the hands of the Sheriff's secret police.

He was normal, an average citizen in our small town, just like the others.

But the entire town was anything but normal.

I know what happened, he told me about it when he knew that his time had come.

Here's what actually happened.

He and his twin brother worked in their family diner. Like all typical sibling relationship, one wants to be better than the other while the other just wanted to be friends. He was the former. He wanted to be better than his brother, but that seemed rather impossible seeing that his family favoured his exact counterpart of a brother rather than him. He resolved to killing his twin through poisoning. He baked a fresh stack of cupcakes for him, but found that a man had taken them all away and gave it to the crying child outside.

That ended the family diner.

Nobody knew who put the poison in the cupcakes. Nobody did except for him. He realized that poison was risky and he might get in more trouble if he attempted it again, so he waited, patiently for the day he can kill his brother.

Of course, that never happened. His brother left for this neighboring community which he constantly hated. He was overjoyed after his twin left. He knew he was the best. He was the best.

After two decades, after his graduation, he went to work, as a guard in a pizzeria. He was the best employee of them all. Oh, yes he was. Until a new nemesis came along after a man moved in. His name was Kevin. Kevin was that perfect person to ever guard the pizzeria. He hated Kevin's flawlessness. So he wanted him to leave. Once again he devised a plan to kill him, but unfortunately, five children saw him prepare for it and threatened to tell on him. So he killed them all and ran away.

He was plagued by the thought of the murder of five innocent children. He didn't plan that. It wasn't in the plan at all! God damn it, he was in a lot of trouble.

He planned to turn a new leaf. He wanted to forget. Yes! He would forget! He would not remember any of these, no, he wouldn't. He'd make sure of it. I know, I know. It's not easy for an ordinary person in an ordinary world to do.

But if you're in Night Vale, it's not impossible.

He did forget right after signing a contract with the Night Vale Station Management a few years ago. He was allowed to say one last thing before he forgot, and that was forbidding the topic of the pizzeria that burned in an unsolved arson incident.

The mind forgets, the soul never does.

He remembered, slowly, when he saw Kevin the first time. It wasn't evident at first, but his past struggled to catch up. Unfortunately, it eventually did and in a whim he came to me. I had no advice to offer at the time. I was in shock when he told me the news. And he left, without a word.

Cecil Palmer - Night Vale's finest radio host - was killed shortly after our meeting by Desert Bluff's Kevin.

Of course, I'm not sure if this is true or not. For all I know, it was the other way around.

Why?

Because Kevin is Cecil's twin.