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Starways to Hell

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“Seriously
though…. think about my offer. You can take what ever you want… or
everything with you… my human looking crew will help you move it if you
wanted…. but anyway….” tried to stifle a yawn and fails. “Sleep… “

Mr Ramon smiled at Yondu. “Thank you, Yondu,” he said. “Go on – head to bed. You too, Carlos.”

“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said with a smile. He went over to take Yondu’s arm. “C’mon – you can borrow some of my clothes,” he said and led the other back to his room.

Yondu just strips off his top layers and flops down on the bed moving over for Carlos to join him after he kicked off his boots. “You know…. I was going to fear your family would be annoying. I’m happy to say I was wrong. They are pleasant…”

Carlos smiled as he gathered up Yondu’s clothes. “I feel a little bit offended,” he said honestly. “But I’m glad that your opinion of them is different. Thank you.” He smiled at Yondu. “Gimme a second, I’ll go hang these up and get changed – I’m still all wet.”

Yondu looks over at him and whistles the arrow flying spins around carlos quickly storing up some heat and dries him.

Carlos yelped out of shock and he stood stock-still as the red vortex around him grew hotter and hotter. He blinked, confused but looked down at himself. He seemed to indeed be dry. And there was a fresh-out-of-the-dryer warmth to his clothes.

“I’ve probably asked this before… but that thing’s not radioactive, is it?” he asked YOndu, referring to the arrow.

Remember me???

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*screams at icon* Oh wait – Hey Max!

Hi. So you do remember me? That’s funny, people usually don’t.

Admittedly your icon threw me off, buddy. I haven’t seen you in a bit though. How are you?

Dead inside. As usual. What abut you?

I…. I’m okay. Um… what do you mean dead inside?

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“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.

Arsenic pulled there phone out of thier pocket to check the text.

“Im not sure what to say next so im going back to my hotel room now if thats ok?” arsenic said

“I thought you were going to Desert Bluffs? To look for Order Energy or something? I’ve got to make a phone call to the radio station…”

*swoops in* CONFISCATION BY (pseudo)PARENT *takes away flask with a deep Disappointed™ frown*

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*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice

*confused dad face* What? But… *points to this* http://the-perfect-scientist.tumblr.com/post/170081996855/your-undead-son-is-getting-drunk-again-you-need

what the fuck.. well the anon was lying

Oh. *stands there awkwardly for a moment. But then suddenly takes a sip from the cup and offers it back to Max in a totally dad-like manner*

*he takes it and wipes it off before drinking* see, just juice…

Yeah. Sorry for any backwash… And sorry for… you know. I just got concerned when someone said that…

that’s alright, if makes you feel better i was three weeks clean! *he smiles proudly*

That’s fantastic, Max! *he grins back. But then his smile goes a little sad* I’m still sorry. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt and trusted you… I handled that very poorly and I’m deeply sorry.

eh, it’s alright *he shrugs* it happens more then you think *he chuckles, taking another sip of juice* maybe you could make it up to me by me a drink sometime! *he said jokingly*

*gives him a look, but then grins* Sure. I’ll make it a virgin.

*he gives Carlos a confused look* a.. virgin what?

It means there’s no alcohol in it. At all. It’s just the juice or soda.

huh.. cool- wait, you can mix alcohol with soda?

Well, you can’t… not until you’re at least a semi-responsible adult.

then i’m already half way there! *he chuckles*

Less than. You’re ten, not eleven. 🙂

*swoops in* CONFISCATION BY (pseudo)PARENT *takes away flask with a deep Disappointed™ frown*

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*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice

*confused dad face* What? But… *points to this* http://the-perfect-scientist.tumblr.com/post/170081996855/your-undead-son-is-getting-drunk-again-you-need

what the fuck.. well the anon was lying

Oh. *stands there awkwardly for a moment. But then suddenly takes a sip from the cup and offers it back to Max in a totally dad-like manner*

*he takes it and wipes it off before drinking* see, just juice…

Yeah. Sorry for any backwash… And sorry for… you know. I just got concerned when someone said that…

that’s alright, if makes you feel better i was three weeks clean! *he smiles proudly*

That’s fantastic, Max! *he grins back. But then his smile goes a little sad* I’m still sorry. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt and trusted you… I handled that very poorly and I’m deeply sorry.

eh, it’s alright *he shrugs* it happens more then you think *he chuckles, taking another sip of juice* maybe you could make it up to me by me a drink sometime! *he said jokingly*

*gives him a look, but then grins* Sure. I’ll make it a virgin.

*he gives Carlos a confused look* a.. virgin what?

It means there’s no alcohol in it. At all. It’s just the juice or soda.

huh.. cool- wait, you can mix alcohol with soda?

Well, you can’t… not until you’re at least a semi-responsible adult.

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Carlos grinned at him. “Oh, of course – your enigmatic being and charismatic personality are far too apparent to not consider,” he teased, and he leaned in to give Hancock another peck. “The Vault has population standards… only so many kids for the next generation can be made due to the amount of resources to go around. If I wasn’t going to do it because I couldn’t find a partner, someone else was gladly going to take the chance.” He shrugged slightly. “I really thought I just wasn’t going to get along with anyone well enough. I had friends, of course, but… that sort of thing didn’t click with us. Doesn’t mean I didn’t try though.”

“Hmm, maybe you were meant to be up here with us wastelanders.” He suggested with a soft smile as he reached over to place a hand on his leg, giving a little squeeze. “I for one am very happy you ended up here. I’m glad I got to meet you, sweetheart, my life’s a hell of a lot better with you in it.”

Carlos smiled again. He set down his chopsticks to take Hancock’s hand in this. “I’m so glad to have met you too,” he said. “More than just that… God knows what would have happened to me without you.” Carlos brought Hancock’s hand up to his mouth and kissed the top of it, not breaking eye-contact with him. “This might not mean much to you, but… Merry Christmas, Han. This is my second Christmas out here, but it feels so much more like the real thing this time around. With you, I mean.”

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“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.

Starways to Hell

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“Seriously
though…. think about my offer. You can take what ever you want… or
everything with you… my human looking crew will help you move it if you
wanted…. but anyway….” tried to stifle a yawn and fails. “Sleep… “

Mr Ramon smiled at Yondu. “Thank you, Yondu,” he said. “Go on – head to bed. You too, Carlos.”

“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said with a smile. He went over to take Yondu’s arm. “C’mon – you can borrow some of my clothes,” he said and led the other back to his room.

Yondu just strips off his top layers and flops down on the bed moving over for Carlos to join him after he kicked off his boots. “You know…. I was going to fear your family would be annoying. I’m happy to say I was wrong. They are pleasant…”

Carlos smiled as he gathered up Yondu’s clothes. “I feel a little bit offended,” he said honestly. “But I’m glad that your opinion of them is different. Thank you.” He smiled at Yondu. “Gimme a second, I’ll go hang these up and get changed – I’m still all wet.”