“Welp,” arsenic asked “weres the hotel?”
Carlos smiled at them. He changed over to Google maps and
looked. “There’s one in Downtown Night Vale next to the Red Lobster.”“See ya.” arsenic said, heading for the hotel.
A few days later, arsenic was hanging out in there hotel room, when they heard an echoing “six…six…six.” over and over again “tripplesix.” gasped arsenic “shes coming for nightvale.”
((Please tell me if im rushing the plot.))
Carlos worked in his lab as usual, helping the Literal Rock
Band record their new single.
The Perfect Scientist 