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It was roughly 5 pm, and Cecil Palmer was talking on the radio.
He always did this as it was his job.
‘In other, more important news..’ He said ‘The City Council has declared that they will be going back to their home world... Now, none of us know why they have decided to go to... Wherever that is... But today they announced that they were, quote, “Gunna just go home already to escape this dang heat.”’ He said. ‘More on this story later... But now.. I take you all too... The Weather.’ He concluded.
Once he put on The Weather, he grabbed his coffee thermos and began drinking the delicious substance inside.
Cecil did love his coffee, after all.
But, then he saw something.. Out of the corner of his eye. He turned around in his office chair to find himself facing...
A mirror..
Oh no.
Then the weather ended... And everything was back to normal...
Or so it seemed.
‘I’m back again with some more news to report.’ Cecil said. ‘Sheriff Sam has told me to say the following words; Alphabet Seafoam Compromised. I’ve got no inkling as to what these three words mean, but hey, maybe it’s just code words to the secret government agency? Who knows.’ He said, a tad bit dreamily (?).
‘In other, other news, The City Council has made this follow up to their past statement of going back to their home world. Ahem,’ he cleared his throat ‘“Oh boy we wanna stay around to see this unfold. We’re staying after all. Good luck, Night Vale. Alphabet... Seafoam... Is... COMPROMISED.” They said in unison. Except for Tamika Flynn, who was holding a bloodstained copy of Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451” and muttering a list of good books to read to calm her nerves.’ He finished.
It was now 10 pm. Quitting time.
‘Today has been a weird and disturbing series of events, what with all of the cursed mirrors appearing in people’s houses and The City Council eating all those deer. But once again, we have survived another day. Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.’
And with that, today’s show ended.
He turned around again, seeing broken shards of mirror on the ground, and he smiled an Un-Cecil like smile, before walking out of the studio door.
Isn’t that odd?