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Starways to Hell

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Yondu
smirks and goes back to his own cone going quiet after a bit and
finishes his cone. “I hate you……. I hate you for making me feel like
this………damnit…..”

Carlos’ smile dropped almost immediately, and guilt crept up and started to curl around his heart. He looked down at his own cone – just down to the cone now with a small pool of ice cream inside. “I… I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I… I shouldn’t have let us get… that much closer. Then this would be a lot easier for both of us…”

“Story of my life……. I should have just…… dumped ya back on some settlement like I was planning…. but…. this damn thing I didn’t know I had called a heart betrayed me…….. and now…. I have to let go of something I don’t want to let go of……. I’m trying so hard to not say fuck all and take you with me……. to hell if you hate me…. but……” shoves the last bit of his cone in his mouth and then fiddles with the napkin.

Carlos frowned, nibbling on the edge of his cone. “But… you care too much about what I think of you to do that, huh?” he asked softly. “Just… you don’t want more people you care about being mad at you… huh?”

“Because I love you enough to let you go even if it hurts so much that I feel like dying……. Yeah….” sighs looking at his clawed fingers and the scars around his wrists from the slave cuffs when he was younger.

Carlos had the edge of his cone in his mouth again whiile Yondu talked. After a bit he brought it down and reached out to gently touch one of Yondu’s hands. “Do me a favor,” he said softly. “I know you’re going to be sad, not having me around, but… do me a favor and take that energy… and put it into being the best damn dad your boys could ever ask for. Do that for me, because there’s only so much I can do over an interstellar communicator.”

Yondu blinks and looks to him and nods. “Best damn dad in the galaxy. And do me a favor Ok. You ever.. and I mean ever need me. Call and I’ll warp here as fast as I can. You hear me. Anyone messes with you let me know. Got it nerd.” Smiles and kisses his head and leans against him holding his hand.

Carlos’ face grew warm under Yondu’s lips. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah… I got it,” he said softly. He smiled at Yondu before offering his cone. “Want another bite before I finish it off? Even though you didn’t let me have a bite of yours~”

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I have two pods left,, that kinda worked out.

alright then! Lemme take this to the table so we can sit down. *he shuts off the water and takes the half-filled pot out of the kitchen*

Do you need me to look out again?

Yeah – just lemme know if I got the bottom of the pot over the edge of the table, yeah?

Alright.

*he heads for one of the tables.* Okay, here we are… tell me where I am, Max.

Lift it a little more and you should be good.

Alright *lifts the pot higher and slides it onto the table.* Okay – awesome!

*max put the pods on the table and stood on the bench to look in the pot* you got the timer?

*Carlos pulls out his phone and pulls up the app again* Yep – got it. Ready?

*he grabed one of the pods* yep.

Okay – Pop it in!

Cool. *max put the pod into the pot*

*Carlos starts the timer* So… hypothesis time. What do you think will happen with this? This is the control, but it’s still good to come up with a hypothesis.

I think it’ll probably pop faster since this is clean water.

Hmmm… interesting theory. We’ll just have to wait and see then, won’t we? *he smiles at Max*

*max nods looking in the pot* I,,, think it popped?

Huh? *peers into the pot* What, really? Huh… I coulda sworn it would have taken longer… *he picks up the other pod and gently pokes at the membrane, trying to gauge how thick it is*

Yeah I’m pretty sure some soap shit is comin’ out.

Hey!

And yeah… it’s coming out. Wanna wait a second before we drop in the second one?

Yeah. What’s the time?

Oh! Um… nearly a minute. About… about fifty-three seconds. The water isn’t particularly hot, is it? *he touches it* Oh – it’s warm. Damn… I should have used cold, like the lake water. Oh well.

We could get ice. Make it colder.

Yeah, sure. We still have one pod left, so let’s get it done right. I’ll go grab a bucket of ice. *he stands up to head back to the kitchen*

Alright, cool.

*carlos rummaged around in the kitchen a bit before coming back out with a pitcher full of ice.* Here we go.

Don’t put all of it in at once.

Yeah… I think i’ll start with maybe half of it, or a third… see where the temperature is after that.

Start with a small amount. We can’t make it warmer without starting over.

*smiles at Max* Okay – how about you decide how much to put in, then. *he sets the pitcher on the table for Max*

*max takes a small handful of ice and puts it in the the pot* let’s try that first. Hey maybe we could get some salt and try another thing.

Uh…. what sort of thing, Max?

Like holding salt and ice togeather, that sorta thing. Neil says it sucks and I kinda wanna try it.

No – NO! Absolutely not – you’re not going to do that! *clears his throat* Um, I mean…. don’t. Don’t do that. At all. Never do that, Max. I cannot stress my meaning when I say don’t do that ever.

You’re no fun.

Neither are third-degree burns, Max. Please, just… trust me on this one.

I thought Neil was the other Science Camp kid – why the hell did he do something like that? Er, heck. I meant heck.

*max shrugged* kid’s do stupid shit, man. I don’t make the rules.

Ugh… *though he couldn’t argue with that.* How is Neil? Did he end up okay?

Yeah, he’s fine.

That’s good to hear. I guess I gotta talk to Angie about not doing that sort of stuff, since I’m thinking about it… *he picks up his phone to make a note on it*

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I have two pods left,, that kinda worked out.

alright then! Lemme take this to the table so we can sit down. *he shuts off the water and takes the half-filled pot out of the kitchen*

Do you need me to look out again?

Yeah – just lemme know if I got the bottom of the pot over the edge of the table, yeah?

Alright.

*he heads for one of the tables.* Okay, here we are… tell me where I am, Max.

Lift it a little more and you should be good.

Alright *lifts the pot higher and slides it onto the table.* Okay – awesome!

*max put the pods on the table and stood on the bench to look in the pot* you got the timer?

*Carlos pulls out his phone and pulls up the app again* Yep – got it. Ready?

*he grabed one of the pods* yep.

Okay – Pop it in!

Cool. *max put the pod into the pot*

*Carlos starts the timer* So… hypothesis time. What do you think will happen with this? This is the control, but it’s still good to come up with a hypothesis.

I think it’ll probably pop faster since this is clean water.

Hmmm… interesting theory. We’ll just have to wait and see then, won’t we? *he smiles at Max*

*max nods looking in the pot* I,,, think it popped?

Huh? *peers into the pot* What, really? Huh… I coulda sworn it would have taken longer… *he picks up the other pod and gently pokes at the membrane, trying to gauge how thick it is*

Yeah I’m pretty sure some soap shit is comin’ out.

Hey!

And yeah… it’s coming out. Wanna wait a second before we drop in the second one?

Yeah. What’s the time?

Oh! Um… nearly a minute. About… about fifty-three seconds. The water isn’t particularly hot, is it? *he touches it* Oh – it’s warm. Damn… I should have used cold, like the lake water. Oh well.

We could get ice. Make it colder.

Yeah, sure. We still have one pod left, so let’s get it done right. I’ll go grab a bucket of ice. *he stands up to head back to the kitchen*

Alright, cool.

*carlos rummaged around in the kitchen a bit before coming back out with a pitcher full of ice.* Here we go.

Don’t put all of it in at once.

Yeah… I think i’ll start with maybe half of it, or a third… see where the temperature is after that.

Start with a small amount. We can’t make it warmer without starting over.

*smiles at Max* Okay – how about you decide how much to put in, then. *he sets the pitcher on the table for Max*

*max takes a small handful of ice and puts it in the the pot* let’s try that first. Hey maybe we could get some salt and try another thing.

Uh…. what sort of thing, Max?

Like holding salt and ice togeather, that sorta thing. Neil says it sucks and I kinda wanna try it.

No – NO! Absolutely not – you’re not going to do that! *clears his throat* Um, I mean…. don’t. Don’t do that. At all. Never do that, Max. I cannot stress my meaning when I say don’t do that ever.

You’re no fun.

Neither are third-degree burns, Max. Please, just… trust me on this one.

I thought Neil was the other Science Camp kid – why the hell did he do something like that? Er, heck. I meant heck.

*max shrugged* kid’s do stupid shit, man. I don’t make the rules.

Ugh… *though he couldn’t argue with that.* How is Neil? Did he end up okay?

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Maaaaaax…..?

*he looked sick and pale* whaaaaat..?

Max…. Max, you don’t look good. I… Please, please, please, tell me – did you eat something you shouldn’t have?? I know I just went through this with you but… but humor me, okay?

*he glanced away, muttering* a-an anon made me, okay? but i’ll be fine in abit..

Yeah, it will be because I’m taking you to the hospital! *he picks up the kid and carries him to his car* Max, if you have to throw up then don’t be afraid to do it. Your body needs to get all that wax out and fast. *he opens the back door of the car and puts Max in a seat.*

*he groaned, wrapping his arms around himself* do we really need to go to the hospital? can’t i just die peacefully at camp?

You’re not going to die. It’ll take time before the crayons get to the intestines – but we need to get you to the hospital and get them out before they cause a blockage. *Carlos put a seatbelt on Max and hurried to the driver’s seat* Hold on, Max – you’re going to be okay!

*he leans his head aganst the window, glancing at Carlos* it’s just going to be some huge bill… what can i say to convince you not to go to the hospital? *coughs* it take me like.. five to ten minutes to die Carlos, even that would suck less the a hospital…

I don’t care about the cost, Max – you’re worth it! And it won’t take ten minutes – death from intestinal blockage would take longer. We’re just gonna get that wax out of you and be done with it!

*long groan* how do you even get wax out of a body..?

I… Well, Max, you could throw it up yourself. But if you’re unable to do that, the hospital can pump your stomach. It’s… it’s where they empty it before anything has a chance to get into the intestines.

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Yondu
smirks and goes back to his own cone going quiet after a bit and
finishes his cone. “I hate you……. I hate you for making me feel like
this………damnit…..”

Carlos’ smile dropped almost immediately, and guilt crept up and started to curl around his heart. He looked down at his own cone – just down to the cone now with a small pool of ice cream inside. “I… I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I… I shouldn’t have let us get… that much closer. Then this would be a lot easier for both of us…”

“Story of my life……. I should have just…… dumped ya back on some settlement like I was planning…. but…. this damn thing I didn’t know I had called a heart betrayed me…….. and now…. I have to let go of something I don’t want to let go of……. I’m trying so hard to not say fuck all and take you with me……. to hell if you hate me…. but……” shoves the last bit of his cone in his mouth and then fiddles with the napkin.

Carlos frowned, nibbling on the edge of his cone. “But… you care too much about what I think of you to do that, huh?” he asked softly. “Just… you don’t want more people you care about being mad at you… huh?”

“Because I love you enough to let you go even if it hurts so much that I feel like dying……. Yeah….” sighs looking at his clawed fingers and the scars around his wrists from the slave cuffs when he was younger.

Carlos had the edge of his cone in his mouth again whiile Yondu talked. After a bit he brought it down and reached out to gently touch one of Yondu’s hands. “Do me a favor,” he said softly. “I know you’re going to be sad, not having me around, but… do me a favor and take that energy… and put it into being the best damn dad your boys could ever ask for. Do that for me, because there’s only so much I can do over an interstellar communicator.”

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Maaaaaax…..?

*he looked sick and pale* whaaaaat..?

Max…. Max, you don’t look good. I… Please, please, please, tell me – did you eat something you shouldn’t have?? I know I just went through this with you but… but humor me, okay?

*he glanced away, muttering* a-an anon made me, okay? but i’ll be fine in abit..

Yeah, it will be because I’m taking you to the hospital! *he picks up the kid and carries him to his car* Max, if you have to throw up then don’t be afraid to do it. Your body needs to get all that wax out and fast. *he opens the back door of the car and puts Max in a seat.*

*he groaned, wrapping his arms around himself* do we really need to go to the hospital? can’t i just die peacefully at camp?

You’re not going to die. It’ll take time before the crayons get to the intestines – but we need to get you to the hospital and get them out before they cause a blockage. *Carlos put a seatbelt on Max and hurried to the driver’s seat* Hold on, Max – you’re going to be okay!

*he leans his head aganst the window, glancing at Carlos* it’s just going to be some huge bill… what can i say to convince you not to go to the hospital? *coughs* it take me like.. five to ten minutes to die Carlos, even that would suck less the a hospital…

I don’t care about the cost, Max – you’re worth it! And it won’t take ten minutes – death from intestinal blockage would take longer. We’re just gonna get that wax out of you and be done with it!

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Yondu
smirks and goes back to his own cone going quiet after a bit and
finishes his cone. “I hate you……. I hate you for making me feel like
this………damnit…..”

Carlos’ smile dropped almost immediately, and guilt crept up and started to curl around his heart. He looked down at his own cone – just down to the cone now with a small pool of ice cream inside. “I… I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I… I shouldn’t have let us get… that much closer. Then this would be a lot easier for both of us…”

“Story of my life……. I should have just…… dumped ya back on some settlement like I was planning…. but…. this damn thing I didn’t know I had called a heart betrayed me…….. and now…. I have to let go of something I don’t want to let go of……. I’m trying so hard to not say fuck all and take you with me……. to hell if you hate me…. but……” shoves the last bit of his cone in his mouth and then fiddles with the napkin.

Carlos frowned, nibbling on the edge of his cone. “But… you care too much about what I think of you to do that, huh?” he asked softly. “Just… you don’t want more people you care about being mad at you… huh?”

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Yondu
smirks and goes back to his own cone going quiet after a bit and
finishes his cone. “I hate you……. I hate you for making me feel like
this………damnit…..”

Carlos’ smile dropped almost immediately, and guilt crept up and started to curl around his heart. He looked down at his own cone – just down to the cone now with a small pool of ice cream inside. “I… I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I… I shouldn’t have let us get… that much closer. Then this would be a lot easier for both of us…”

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Carlos hummed, scratching his fuzzy cheek as he thought about it. “The short answer is ‘yes’. Yes you can.”

“Really?” he said, “Oh, thank god. I would not be able to survive here. So, is there any trick to it? Because I heard some guy left, but he was replaced with a clone of himself, or something?”

Carlos hummed. “Well, I said the short answer is ‘yes’. But the long answer… is ‘Yeeeeeesssss….?’ Drawn out with an inflection at the end, as the one answering isn’t sure if what they speak is entirely the truth. Lemme explain: There are, technically, various ways to leave. You can drive to Desert Bluffs, an equally weird and seemingly inescapable place. Or a portal to the early Jurassic to the early Cretaceous period could open and one may be transported to a time before Night Vale even existed. Or you could simply stop existing. That happens too, sometimes. But I myself have been trapped in a Desert Otherworld that seems to be an alternate universe that runs very closely to Night Vale in the multiverse. So, technically… you can leave this place. But being picky about how you leave… that’s where it gets tricky.”