“Ok,”
arsenic said “i want to get the memories of my family back to them.
That is what i want here. And you can protect nightvale by : 1.Biulding
defences against tripplesix using order energy infected things, 2.
Helping me strip her of her godhood.”“Okay,” Carlos said. “Help me help Night Vale build the defenses.”
“Ok!” arsenic said “im going to head to desert bluffs to see if i can capture, like, an order energy infeced coyote or something.”
“Alright. What should I have Cecil tell Night Vale in the meantime?”
“Have him tell them that if they see anything glowing yellow, they give it to me.” arsenic said.
“But you’ll be in Desert Bluffs,” Carlos said. “What can we do here? Stay indoors? Let the Librarians out?”
“Ok,” arsenic said “dont let the librarians out. Tell him to tell nightvale that if you see anything glowing green, espeshally a marionett that looks like you, run away.”
Carlos wasn’t quite sure what they meant by that. Radon Canyon glowed all kinds of colors – should they stay away from that as well?
“Well… okay… so rather than ‘kill your double’, this time it’s ‘run from your double’. Okay… I’m sure that’ll go over easily enough. I’ll tell Cecil – and to avoid green glowing things. Just… anything gleen and growing? – I mean, green and glowing?”
“Hey, carlos,” arsenic asked “may i have your phone number so i can contact you quicker if i see a sighn of tripplesix?”
Carlos blinked at them. “You have a phone?” he asked.
“Yeah,” arsenic said “why wouldnt i? Im a modern monster.” while arsenic was saying this, the tilted there head like a confused dog.
“I thought you were a god,” Carlos said. “But… okay. Um… wanna put your number in my phone and I can just text you so you can add my number to your contacts?” He dug out his phone from his pocket and offered it to them.
“Y-yeah.” arsenic said.
“Ok,” arsenic thought “deep breaths. He dosnt know your problem with being called a god, because gods are arrogant creatures that think of mortals as toys to be played with and broken.”
Carlos frowned slightly. They looked disturbed… maybe they didn’t know how to work his brand of phone? He opened the contact screen for his phone and offered it again. “Here you go – sorry. Just go ahead and fill in your information.”
Arsenic put there number into his phone.
“Say,” arsenic said “could you not call me a god? Gods are arrogant creatures who think of mortals as no more than toys to be played with and broken. I try not to be like that.”
“Oh – I’m sorry,” Carlos said. “I didn’t know. Um… what would you rather be called? I know you referred to yourself as a monster but… I’m not sure what that means?”
“Have you ever heard of a game called undertale?” arsenic asked “this is related to what im saying, im trying to use it for refernce as to what i am.”
“I… no, I don’t think so. My brother knows more about the newer gaming stuff… I’m still stuck in the Halo 2 days.”
“Hm….” arsenic hummed in thought “well then, you can refer to me as a powerfull spirit or an immortal with powers.”
“Is that what you prefer?” Carlos asked. “Just because I don’t understand it doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be correct.”
“Monster is what i like best,” arsenic said “but either of the three work.”
“So… a monster,” Carlos said. “Okay then. I’ll refer to you as a monster. Since you’re okay with that.” He looked down at his phone and sent a text to the new contact that was made.
The Perfect Scientist 