~*~ Disclaimer: I do not own any bit of the Night Vale characters or things. This was a writing assignment for an English class (to write an "adventure" story) I just wanted to share it here. It is my first "fanfiction" I have ever written and with that I accept all criticism as it was written in a little over an hour and I wish to expand and clean it up. Thank you very much. Enjoy ~*~
It was warm, too warm to be mid-December; the temperature climbed up to be eighty-three degrees on the Fahrenheit scale. The small town in which this story takes place near Night Vale, New Mexico was quite an odd one. There were mysterious happenings, a cloud that glowed out in the distance, and it had a very unique radio show. Now, something to note about the radio show: it always has tales of odd, eerie things- creatures in the dog park, angels with messages from on high, faceless people. Moving to this quiet city out in the middle of nowhere was just the thing that the young being did not want, they didn't want to leave their friends, their companions, chums, the normal teenager things that one would have. The family lived out in the quiet town for some odd years. There weren't many kids or young adults around, and those that were seemed a bit..."strange." Being that the family had yet to even consider buying a television, the young being listened to the radio. They stumbled upon a radio show called "Welcome to Night Vale," a late night talk show aired in Night Vale and apparently a small city next to it. The man speaking had a smooth, deep, hypnotizing and somewhat eerie voice. He would go over recent events in the town and the usual weather, which was just a music break, and would bring up stranger and stranger things with each show. It was just a talk show, none of these things could possibly be real- or could they? After countless times of falling asleep to the strange, angelic man's voice, the young being tuned in on their phone early one night and went for a walk out into the nearby woods of the town. They walked for what seemed like just a few minutes. Listening to the radio cast on their phone, it started to make quite a bit of static and whining noises. The being threw out their headphones before it got too loud, only to notice that they had been gone for hours, the sun was just about set, it was dark and cold, all there was to be heard was the sound of their own footsteps. They picked up their headphones, which were dangling around their neck, and put them back in to listen to see if the static had gone away. "Welcome to Night Vale..." said the deep voice known as Cecil Baldwin, it was just the night time broadcast.
They had been walking for hours now, wandering aimlessly through the woods. Cecil had a reputation for saying odd things on the radio. "Today is hump day. Tomorrow is loose skin. Friday we will grow fangs. Saturday our language will be lost to growls. Sunday we are gone." despite the disturbing tone of the 'announcements', he seemed to have a pep towards the oddities, speaking of them as if they were the regular, 'normal', slushie Sundays and throwback Thursdays. Though the broadcast was odd, the being listening couldn't help but wonder if some of these things he said were actually real, or just some sort of made up story for the listeners to enjoy. They let out one of their headphones and kept walking, footsteps crunching through the leaves. The air was brisk, but there was no wind, everything was quiet and at peace. The listener suddenly began to hear another pair of footsteps, they were small, but none the less they were footsteps. They turned around to find that there was nothing there, the steps grew quick, almost to a sprint of some sort. They turned around once again, only to see a small shadow fly by. Startled and confused, they followed the 'creature' where it sprinted off to. They came across and abandoned cabin. It was old, moss growing on its sides, the wood was chard as if there had been a disastrous fire, but there was no other evidence. A fairy circle went around the entire cabin, the top story of the cabin looked as if it were to cave in at any given second, giving the 'home' an angry, menacing look. The shadowed creature darted past and went into the cabin, without thinking, the listener rushed into the cabin after the creature. The cabin smelled of spoils, mold covered the counter tops, there was just enough light from the moon coming in through the window for the being to look around and see where they were. They ventured upstairs cautiously, thinking that they saw the shadow go upward. The stairs groaned under the being's weight, the house seemed to moan with every step that they took, further up they climbed to see where this figure had gone. The being wedged their way through fallen boards, probably being beams from the ceiling, and crawled about up to the attic.
There in the attic, was a small light, it was not bright, but it was just bright enough to illuminate a small center of the room. With caution, they approached the light. Reaching down to pick the glowing 'mass,' the attic drop door had slammed back up into its closed position. Shadows filled the room, darting and shrieking this terrible, blood chilling scream. The being covered their ears in an attempt to block out some of the sound. "Someday you'll find that special someone." a deep, soothing voice said. The being completely forgot about what they had been listening to previously "You'll find them hiding in a dark corner of an unfamiliar room. They will be faceless, whispering." Suddenly, the small amount of light flickered out and all that could be heard was then silence. The being uncovered their ears, the shrieks had stopped. They stood up, looking around in the dark for some sort of light, they walked and felt around for anything that might be a window or a curtain. Suddenly, they felt a strange, smooth creature. Remembering that they had their phone with them, they used the screen as a torch in order to see what they had just run into. Much to their horror, they stepped back, tripping over a beam on the ground and landing on the ground, eyes still glued to the faceless, grotesque, whispering 'person.' The faceless creature stood up, towering over what was a dark corner and made their way slowly towards the being. The whispers grew louder and more sinister, where on earth did they come from? Where was the being? The being then shot up and ran towards an open door that had not yet been there before, they made it out alive, but the whispers were so loud that they may as well have been in their ear the whole time.
Where were they? and how did they get here? Once outside of the room where that 'thing' was, they looked around to see nothing but flat land and dirt. It was still dark, but there was a bit more light than when inside the room in which they had encountered the faceless creature. Suddenly a jolt came about them and they were, all at once, in an old hospital bed, they were restrained for some odd reason. Thrashing about, the radio in the room turned on with a bit of static but cleared up. "Children are the future. Particularly those three glowing-eyed children that stand at the foot of your bed whispering nursery rhymes." Cecil said through the dirty speaker of the old radio. The being looked up to see at the end of their bed in curiosity. Two children, with three eyes that glowed, were standing there at the foot of the hospital bed. They chanted in hushed tones nursery rhymes, as if they were trying to get the being to sleep. No, no, the being fought back through but succumbed to the hushed, eerie chants of the children, the last thing they see being the glow of six eyes, the glow like that of the light found in the attic. The being awoke in the middle of a small town, children ran about and adults were working or looking about in shops. What was this place? They looked for a sign,a any sort of sign to tell them where they were. They ran up to a store clerk, working behind a register and asked them where they were and that they demanded an answer. They got no such thing, the man just continued his work, repeating what he had been doing before, even after he had finished it the first and the second and the third time. The being stepped back slowly and went the other way, looking for someone or something to tell them where they were. Posters to defeat the 'Desert Bluffs' hung up in the windows of different stores for team spirit. The Desert Bluffs were Night Vale's greatest rivals, no, it couldn't be. This couldn't be the quiet, never found town from the radio show...The being saw the helicopters that had been described in the radio show, the dog park nearby had the shadowed figures, just like the shadowed figures that they had seen in the attic and that had been described in the show. The being ran to the radio station and burst through the door, finding Cecil Baldwin working the microphone of the show.
He turned around slowly in his desk chair, he was pale and he had a light lilac tint to his hair. He wore a dark purple dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had tattoos on his arms and a few peeking up on his neck past his shirt collar, they moved every so often. His glasses were slightly big for his face, they were thick rimmed and black, he had another eye, shut, in the middle of his forehead. He leaned towards the microphone and calmly with his velvet voice said "This is how the world ends, not with a bang, but with meticulously-scheduled series of events designed by revenge-minded octopuses." He stood and made his way slowly toward the shorter being, his footsteps heavy and smooth, just like his angelic voice. "Goodnight Night Vale...Goodnight." He said just before everything turned black. The being awoke in a strange room, holding their head, they sat up and looked about. They were stuck here, in the land that they had found in the attic. They stood up and ran for the door and opened it wide, facing the tall, eerie-voiced man once again. When would they ever wake up from such a nightmare? Another jolt came about them and they fell down into a dusty, rotted wooden floor. Standing up, they realized that they were in the cabin once again. Had this all been a dream? Or could this had been their end and they were just repeating what they had been doing last, like a trapped spirit in between the two- three worlds. They saw themselves walking back up the stairs and hear the shrieks from the shadows upstairs. Covering their ears once again and shutting their eyes as tight as could be, they returned to the small town of Night Vale and solemnly lived out their ghostly life as a shadow in the dog park, shrieking, crying out. This adventure was their last.