“He indeed can teleport exactly like them.” he got up and thought about it. “My guess is that Azazel was trying to invade the bamfs’ dimension yet again, and somehow the portal ended up here….but how did the bamfs get here….maybe escape….that’s it!” Stephen’s hand slapped on the table. “The bamfs were evacuating their dimension through the portal that led here to Nightvale and Azael, he’s another demon, found their route and sent his minions here! We need to protect these creatures and get the portal sealed! This would be easier said than done…if I had my magic.” He held his hands up with a sad face. “Due to the…whatever is around Nightvale, my mystical powers are useless.”
“Find Wagner, protect the bamfs, and seal the portal,”
Carlos said. “Okay. Sounds good.” He frowned slightly. “I’m sorry about your
powers… like I said, the magic that’s allowed here is the Bloodstone magic used
for daily tasks.” He thought a second. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t chanted
over the Bloodstones – something might be hindering your magic here because you
haven’t given it the mandated respect.”
The Perfect Scientist 