“Well,”
arsenic said “her upper half is that of a dark green anthro cat, but
her lower half is covered in scales like a dinosaur, and she is four
feet in hight. Something else to note is that her signature color is
glowing green, so if anyone sees that, they should tell the media.”
Carlos frowned at them. “Um… is there a way to distinguish
her from a librarian? Or just… green?” he asked them.
“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.Arsenic felt like they should tell someone about the fact that tripplesix was coming. They checked there phone (witch runs on an infinite imrobablilty drive from hitchikers giude to the galaxy) and sure enogh, like it always did, the phone had made contacts for the people who would be relevant in there life.
Arsenic consided calling carlos, but they didnt want to scare him, and it had been so long since there version of carlos had been alive that they had forgoten were he lived.
They decided to lurk on the edge of town until they saw carlos, and then, they reasoned they could tell him that tripplesix was coming for nightvale without being creepy.
Things were going well in the lab during the recording
session and Carlos quickly saved the sound onto his computer. He put a sample
on a usb stick and went out to head to the record store to try and see if they’d
be interested in selling their music.Arsenic was lurking around the edeges of nightvale, when they saw carlos.
“CARLOS!” they shouted, runnining up to him “tripplesix is coming for nightvale!” suddenly, the reapeating “six….six…..six” echoing in arseic’s ears got just a teensy bit louder. “Its louder.” arsenic said, there ears going up in alert.
Carlos jumped in shock. He was just outside the records
store when they found him. He looked to them as what they told him caught up. “Wait…
are you saying they followed you?” he asked.“Yeah, she followed me.” arsenic said. Arsenic was upset. The memories of there friends and family were gone, and now tripplesix was coming for anything else they could possibly get attached to.
“Dios Mio,” Carlos
murmured. “What… what should we do?” He thought already to give Cecil a call about whatever was going on. Maybe he could warn Night Vale’s citizens.In this moment arsenic also began to think.
“I could just leave this dimension and spare them the trouble,” arsenic thought “or, i could use this to get rid of tripplesix, witch ill never end up doing otherwise, and i might end up spending the rest of my life hopping dimensions, making bonds and seeing them broken by tripplesix, if i dont use this to get rid of her.”
“What does she look like?” Carlos suddenly asked Arsenic. “I’ve
got to call the radio station so they can put out the word. Who are we looking
for?”
“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.Arsenic felt like they should tell someone about the fact that tripplesix was coming. They checked there phone (witch runs on an infinite imrobablilty drive from hitchikers giude to the galaxy) and sure enogh, like it always did, the phone had made contacts for the people who would be relevant in there life.
Arsenic consided calling carlos, but they didnt want to scare him, and it had been so long since there version of carlos had been alive that they had forgoten were he lived.
They decided to lurk on the edge of town until they saw carlos, and then, they reasoned they could tell him that tripplesix was coming for nightvale without being creepy.
Things were going well in the lab during the recording
session and Carlos quickly saved the sound onto his computer. He put a sample
on a usb stick and went out to head to the record store to try and see if they’d
be interested in selling their music.Arsenic was lurking around the edeges of nightvale, when they saw carlos.
“CARLOS!” they shouted, runnining up to him “tripplesix is coming for nightvale!” suddenly, the reapeating “six….six…..six” echoing in arseic’s ears got just a teensy bit louder. “Its louder.” arsenic said, there ears going up in alert.
Carlos jumped in shock. He was just outside the records
store when they found him. He looked to them as what they told him caught up. “Wait…
are you saying they followed you?” he asked.“Yeah, she followed me.” arsenic said. Arsenic was upset. The memories of there friends and family were gone, and now tripplesix was coming for anything else they could possibly get attached to.
“Dios Mio,” Carlos
murmured. “What… what should we do?” He thought already to give Cecil a call about whatever was going on. Maybe he could warn Night Vale’s citizens.
“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.Arsenic felt like they should tell someone about the fact that tripplesix was coming. They checked there phone (witch runs on an infinite imrobablilty drive from hitchikers giude to the galaxy) and sure enogh, like it always did, the phone had made contacts for the people who would be relevant in there life.
Arsenic consided calling carlos, but they didnt want to scare him, and it had been so long since there version of carlos had been alive that they had forgoten were he lived.
They decided to lurk on the edge of town until they saw carlos, and then, they reasoned they could tell him that tripplesix was coming for nightvale without being creepy.
Things were going well in the lab during the recording
session and Carlos quickly saved the sound onto his computer. He put a sample
on a usb stick and went out to head to the record store to try and see if they’d
be interested in selling their music.Arsenic was lurking around the edeges of nightvale, when they saw carlos.
“CARLOS!” they shouted, runnining up to him “tripplesix is coming for nightvale!” suddenly, the reapeating “six….six…..six” echoing in arseic’s ears got just a teensy bit louder. “Its louder.” arsenic said, there ears going up in alert.
Carlos jumped in shock. He was just outside the records
store when they found him. He looked to them as what they told him caught up. “Wait…
are you saying they followed you?” he asked.
“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.Arsenic felt like they should tell someone about the fact that tripplesix was coming. They checked there phone (witch runs on an infinite imrobablilty drive from hitchikers giude to the galaxy) and sure enogh, like it always did, the phone had made contacts for the people who would be relevant in there life.
Arsenic consided calling carlos, but they didnt want to scare him, and it had been so long since there version of carlos had been alive that they had forgoten were he lived.
They decided to lurk on the edge of town until they saw carlos, and then, they reasoned they could tell him that tripplesix was coming for nightvale without being creepy.
Things were going well in the lab during the recording
session and Carlos quickly saved the sound onto his computer. He put a sample
on a usb stick and went out to head to the record store to try and see if they’d
be interested in selling their music.
“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.
“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.”
“Tripplesix
killed him in an attempt to get me to become a god.” said arsenic, in a
voice that sounded like raindrops, and the absence of a beloved pet.Carlos’ face fell immediately, and he felt a twinge of fear
in him. The other him was dead. That was… scary. And unsettling.“Is… there a chance that this Tripplesix is… still active
and dangerous enough to hurt me?” he asked carefully.“In the multiverse, if you can get to the soul of the dead person before the litereral incarnation of death, you can keep there soul, an possibly put it in a robot body. I will, in the unlikely case that you die, to grab your soul and put it in a robot body.” arsenic said, involuntarily recalling the death of there own version of carlos.
That didn’t sound good at all to Carlos. “You didn’t answer
my question,” Carlos pointed out. “Is there a chance I’d get hurt?”“W-well, yes,” said arsenic, getting increasingly worried that there friends and family would never get there memorys back “th-there is s-some chance you could die, but i c-clould biuld a r-robot b-body for your soul.”
Carlos sighed. He shut his eyes. He felt bad about Arsenic’s
friends, he really did, but… there were things in his own life that he had to
consider.“I’m so sorry – I really am,” he began. “But… I don’t know
about your version of me, but I have
a husband and a daughter. I can’t put them in a position of where they lose a
member of their family.”“ i aplogize,” arsenic said “it was foolish of me to belive you would endanger yourself like that.”
Carlos just frowned. “I’m sorry… I’m a scientist, not… whoever
you thought I was.” He was quiet for a moment. “Is there anything I can help
out with from here?”“Yeah,” said arsenic “do you know any good caves i can live in until i can figure out anyone else to help me?”
Carlos nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “There’s a few places.
Let me get a topography map for you.” Carlos took out his phone and started to
search. “There’s a hotel here… you don’t wanna stay there instead? Nobody’s going to give you issue – It’s Night Vale.”“Yeah, but what there gonna give me problems for,” arsenic said, in a manner as if they had experienced this many times before “is when i bring in a rotting animal corpse to snack on. Its just easier to live in a cave cause no ones gonna give you flack for your specise haing a natural diet of rotting animal corpses.”
((Sorry for being gross, this is just what i have established for this charachter.))
“We have a Glow Cloud who drops dead animal carcasses
wherever it pleases,” Carlos told them. “They’re not going to give you
problems, I promise. If they did, then they’d have issue with the Glow Cloud as
well.”
“Tripplesix
killed him in an attempt to get me to become a god.” said arsenic, in a
voice that sounded like raindrops, and the absence of a beloved pet.Carlos’ face fell immediately, and he felt a twinge of fear
in him. The other him was dead. That was… scary. And unsettling.“Is… there a chance that this Tripplesix is… still active
and dangerous enough to hurt me?” he asked carefully.“In the multiverse, if you can get to the soul of the dead person before the litereral incarnation of death, you can keep there soul, an possibly put it in a robot body. I will, in the unlikely case that you die, to grab your soul and put it in a robot body.” arsenic said, involuntarily recalling the death of there own version of carlos.
That didn’t sound good at all to Carlos. “You didn’t answer
my question,” Carlos pointed out. “Is there a chance I’d get hurt?”“W-well, yes,” said arsenic, getting increasingly worried that there friends and family would never get there memorys back “th-there is s-some chance you could die, but i c-clould biuld a r-robot b-body for your soul.”
Carlos sighed. He shut his eyes. He felt bad about Arsenic’s
friends, he really did, but… there were things in his own life that he had to
consider.“I’m so sorry – I really am,” he began. “But… I don’t know
about your version of me, but I have
a husband and a daughter. I can’t put them in a position of where they lose a
member of their family.”“ i aplogize,” arsenic said “it was foolish of me to belive you would endanger yourself like that.”
Carlos just frowned. “I’m sorry… I’m a scientist, not… whoever
you thought I was.” He was quiet for a moment. “Is there anything I can help
out with from here?”“Yeah,” said arsenic “do you know any good caves i can live in until i can figure out anyone else to help me?”
Carlos nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “There’s a few places.
Let me get a topography map for you.” Carlos took out his phone and started to
search. “There’s a hotel here… you don’t wanna stay there instead? Nobody’s going to give you issue – It’s Night Vale.”
“Tripplesix
killed him in an attempt to get me to become a god.” said arsenic, in a
voice that sounded like raindrops, and the absence of a beloved pet.Carlos’ face fell immediately, and he felt a twinge of fear
in him. The other him was dead. That was… scary. And unsettling.“Is… there a chance that this Tripplesix is… still active
and dangerous enough to hurt me?” he asked carefully.“In the multiverse, if you can get to the soul of the dead person before the litereral incarnation of death, you can keep there soul, an possibly put it in a robot body. I will, in the unlikely case that you die, to grab your soul and put it in a robot body.” arsenic said, involuntarily recalling the death of there own version of carlos.
That didn’t sound good at all to Carlos. “You didn’t answer
my question,” Carlos pointed out. “Is there a chance I’d get hurt?”“W-well, yes,” said arsenic, getting increasingly worried that there friends and family would never get there memorys back “th-there is s-some chance you could die, but i c-clould biuld a r-robot b-body for your soul.”
Carlos sighed. He shut his eyes. He felt bad about Arsenic’s
friends, he really did, but… there were things in his own life that he had to
consider.“I’m so sorry – I really am,” he began. “But… I don’t know
about your version of me, but I have
a husband and a daughter. I can’t put them in a position of where they lose a
member of their family.”“ i aplogize,” arsenic said “it was foolish of me to belive you would endanger yourself like that.”
Carlos just frowned. “I’m sorry… I’m a scientist, not… whoever
you thought I was.” He was quiet for a moment. “Is there anything I can help
out with from here?”
The Perfect Scientist 