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“Has he finally gone nuts?”-Melanie scoffed while petting The Admiral.
Jon and Martin had called Bassira,Melanie and Georgie into...Georgie’s house. They had been frantic since they came back from their holiday in America.
See,they were already used to the supernatural,so it didn't come as a surprise when they were told by Martin they had found a town full of these things. What worried them was how Jon was ranting about the world ending and how he befriended an immortal being. But what put the cherry on top of everything was Jon tinkering with an old radio that no one really knew he owned.
“Not yet.”-Martin laughed.-”This is actually real. Let me just,um…”
Martin got his backpack and fished around for something. They hadn’t even left their things at their home,and Gerogie could be heard scolding Jon and telling him he would have to clean all the sand they had spreaded around the house.
Martin seemed to find whatever he was searching for and then pulled out a book,taking out a piece of paper from it.
“ Remember that Cecil guy we told you about?-Melanie nodded feeling Bassira peek over her shoulder.-”He has the cutest child to ever exist! And he made us this. His husband also gifted us a book.”
Matin handed Melanie the book and,noticing Bassira was interested too,handed her the piece of paper.
“Martin,I'm telling this to you from the place of our friendship,you know I can't-Oh!”-Melanie was going to rightfully call out Martin on the fact that he forgot she was blind but she got a surprise when she opened the book and,after touching one of the pages,noticed the small bulges she had started to recognize as letters and words. Apparently the book changed to be accessible to everyone.
“Oh,fuck,yeah,sorry. I forgot-”
“No,no! I can read it! Wait,is it writing itself?”
“Yeah! We told you all this was real.”
“Oh thank god,I thought you guys just got really high and went to a child's hospital or something.”-Bassira handed back the paper to Martin. It was a child’s drawing of Jon and Martin in a desert with their names written under each of them. Of course,Jon’s name was written as “John”.
“I can't believe you got an eldritch radio inside my home.”-Georgie scolded Jon as if he was a cat eating plastic. Which was,in all fairness,an accurate paralel.-”Also who gave you that hat? It's giving me a headache”-She tried to touch Jon’s beanie but he recoiled hyperfixated on trying to get the radio,that looked like it had been through a nuclear war,to work.
“A friend gave it to me. Anyway,you have to hear this! You will lov-Aha!”
Every conversation going on in the room died off,killed by the sound of static. Jon smiled when he got the right frequency as the Voice of Night Vale,best known as Cecil Gershwin Palmer,came through the radio.
“Ah,listeners,you don't know how refreshing it is to finally be back to the studio! Do you know when you let someone use your desk chair and they adjust it to their preferences and you tell them it's alright but you are just trying to be nice? Yeah”-the sound of a chair being adjusted could be heard.-”Anyway,how has your weekend been? Mine’s been exciting. Remember the event our...unwanted guest talked about? Yeah,so,long story short,my perfect Carlos and our lovely researchers,Jon and Martin,remember them? Pretty sure I heard Jon traumatised one of you. What a lucky individual.”
Jon pushed his lips a bit together as he noticed the glances of everyone in the room fall on him letting out a little nervous laugh.
“What was I talking about? Oh,yeah! So Carlos and our guests got kidnapped by Kebin so I obviously went to take them back and you won't believe this, listeners. They had their own clones! Luckily,we got out of that gruesome and ugly place with the help of an old childhood friend. Has something like this ever happened to you? Ugh,I remember how my first ritual went. Didn't even like that guy so much.”-There was a slightly bummed out silence.-”And now,a word from our sponsors. Keep running. Keep. Running. You have no choice. You don't know what's out there. You know what you have done. You can't stop now. Don't stop. Keep. Runnin.”-There was a small silence,except Jon could be heard holding down a laugh that was slowly creeping into Melanie.-”Fiji water. Always with you. Always .”-This just sent Melanie and Jon into a hysterical laughing fit that pulled Bassira into it.
“Listeners,you have no idea how much I miss our kind guests already.”
“Aw,he misses you.~”-Georgie poked Jon’s cheek and he just rolled his eyes while smiling.
“Like,we had our ups and downs and we almost died and I blacked out for a while but it has reminded me so much of my younger days,you know? Those were the days. Oh would you look at that listeners! My husband,and the best scientist in the world,is calling me. While I take this call I take you now to the weather.”-And with that, Hola Adriana from Bearghost started playing.
“Hey um,question. What the fuck was that?”-With that the whole room erupted in laughter and Martin shrugged in Bassiras' direction.
“Carlos did say they genuinely can tell the weather by this.”
“No offense Jon but how do you always befriend anyone who is the opposite of you?”-Melanie walked to sit nearer the radio.
“Look,talking to this man feels like 3am sink water. You would too.”
Everyone stopped talking when the song ended.
“Hey listeners,guess who we have on air with us today.”
“He Cecil~.”-A beautiful oaky voice came through the radio and they both laughed.
“Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”-Melanie pushed Georgie playfully as she fanned herself.
“So what is the love of my life calling for today?”
“I heard you were talking about Kevin's Feast Pit and I wanted to let your listeners know that we are already taking care of it so they don't have to worry about it. I also wanted to tell you I made pasta salad for dinner and I know that would make you so happy that you will squeal the second you hang up.”
“Oh you know me so well,dear.” -They both giggle.
“I have to leave you know,Luisa is crying because she thought she was being too mean to her potatoes and I have to tell her they completely forgive her.”
“Aw,you are always so sweet. I love you babe.”
“I love you too Cecil.”
And Carlos was right. Just as the call ended,Cecil squealed.
“Ah listeners,how did end up so lucky? Carlos is just...amazing. And to think a decade ago I didn't even know of his existence. Time is so weird. One day you are listening to emo bands in the station bathroom and the next day you are married and have a beautiful family. May time work the same way for all of you listeners. May time be weird.”
Jon held Martin's hand and squeezed it.
Melanie leaned into Georgie and she embraced her.
Bassira petted The Admiral and he booped her nose.
“Stay tuned for some facts about giraffes and strawberries by a guy who has no idea of what he is talking about.
Good night,Night Vale.
Good night .”