Magnus ran upstairs, pausing to fluff Seres’ head as he passed him. He knew he’d put the paint back, but when he went to look for it it was gone. That wasn’t too weird of a thing in Night Vale, but it felt.. Weirder. He came back down, “I seem to have misplaced it. We could buy more, I certainly could find a few uses for glowy paint, but like… I put it back and it’s gone.”

Carlos looked at him. He hummed. “Maybe the Faceless Old Woman took it,” he suggested. He frowned a bit at that – if she painted the mirror again, he’d swear to God…

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