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“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.

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“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.

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Carlos went to the drawer indicated and found what he was
looking for. He nodded, grabbing the serving spoon and a couple sets of
chopsticks. “Found them,” he called out. “Thank you!”

Carlos went back to the
stove and busied himself with filling their bowls. He looked over at Hancock. “Where
do you wanna eat?” he asked, smiling widely.

“Depends on whether ya wanna sit down or stand over the counter.” He chuckled, glancing back over the couch again to meet Carlos’ eyes. He breathed in through his nose then, letting out a pleased little hum afterwards. “Man, my sense’a smell might not be so great anymore, but I can tell whatever that is is gonna be delicious, heh. C’mon and sit, let’s eat, sunshine.”

Carlos grabbed the chopsticks and a bowl in each hand before
turning to head over to the couch. He smiled at Hancock as he a bowl down in
front of him and offered a set of chopsticks to him – one of the closest
matching sets he could find.

“Quick, take my hand, it’s urgent!” (whispers-of-change)

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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She
took in a deep breath as she nodded in agreement, then sighed before
taking a sip of her tea. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It really is…”

Carlos smiled at her and took a drink of his coffee. “But it’s
got its own charm too, don’t get me wrong. It just… took a while for people to
even take me seriously. And sometimes, still, people don’t really trust
science.”

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Yondu
smiles watching the scene as another came to the door rolling in a
wheel chair and pushed over to try and get to carlos as well. He just
stood in the shadows as they held on to each other sniffles audible from
the random words of the two. He didn’t want to ruin the reunion just
staying silent and patient.

Carlos was forced to move into the house a little bit so his
brother could get a hold of him. He felt a little disassociated at the moment.
It was so surreal to him – he was home. He was home!

After a while his Dad finally pulled away. There were tears
in his eyes and he was grinning at Carlos so widely. “Carlos – come inside!
Come inside!”

“Yeah… yeah, sure, Dad,” Carlos said. “Oh, um, I brought
someone…” He turned to look back at Yondu, who was standing just far away
enough for his skin color not to be seen.

Yondu looks up but kept hidden so as not to scare the two Terrans. “Hey….. “ Yondu nods to them when they turn to see him.

Mikey smiles and rolls back in the house. “Both if you can come in. Yondu follows them inside as they are ushered into the main room to talk. He didn’t remove his hood and kept his hands in his pockets after pulling the hood far enough over his face to hide. It didn’t take long for them to start asking him who he was and why he had his hood up in the rather warm home. He turned to carlos ducking his head when they tried to get a look at him.

Carlos looks at Yondu before looking at his family. “Um, Dad…
Mikey… I need you to keep an open mind… okay?”

Mikey was confused, but Mr Ramon was a tad worried. “I…
alright, son. But explain to us where you’ve been all this time.”

“I will, I will, promise,” Carlos told him. He took a
breath. “Dad, Mikey… this is Yondu Udonta. He’s… he’s an alien.” Carlos reached
to take Yondu’s arm, giving it a squeeze to prompt him to look up.

“Quick, take my hand, it’s urgent!” (whispers-of-change)

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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“Being
your own boss,” she said quietly, taking a moment before she looked
back up. “The people who’ve been in charge of me in the past have been…
Less than favorable,” she added. “So… It’s better this way.”

“Oh,” Carlos said softly. That didn’t sound good. He could
only imagine how it was, as he’d had a few bad jobs himself. “Well… I’m glad
everything’s better this way,” he said. “It’s kind of useless to hate your own
job, right?”

She gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I suppose it is, isn’t it? Sorry, I didn’t mean to make that weird. There’s just a lot of memories in this town. That’s part of why I left for a while. But… you always come back to what you know, I guess.”

Carlos nodded, understanding. “Yeah, it’s okay,” he
promised. “So… where did you go when you left Night Vale?” He tried to change
the subject, figuring that she was anxious about her admission.

A soft smile played at her lips. “Baton Rouge,” she answered, sounding somewhat wistful. “That’s where my family is from. It’s uh… Where I was born. I came to Night Vale when I was very, very young, and I grew up here, so I consider it my home, but… I wanted to get back to my roots.”

“Oh! Is it nice down there?” Carlos asked her. “I’ve never
been there before.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Humid, lots of bugs, but… I really liked it. I think it’s… really what I needed. Things got to to be too chaotic, I needed a break, so I kinda ran away for a bit, and… I discovered a lot about myself… A- A lot. But… It was good. It’s what I needed.”

Carlos nodded. “That’s great – that’s fantastic, actually. I’m
glad you could do that. I definitely know, Night Vale is a little…” He trailed
off, not sure if he needed to elaborate.

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“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.”

“Quick, take my hand, it’s urgent!” (whispers-of-change)

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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“Being
your own boss,” she said quietly, taking a moment before she looked
back up. “The people who’ve been in charge of me in the past have been…
Less than favorable,” she added. “So… It’s better this way.”

“Oh,” Carlos said softly. That didn’t sound good. He could
only imagine how it was, as he’d had a few bad jobs himself. “Well… I’m glad
everything’s better this way,” he said. “It’s kind of useless to hate your own
job, right?”

She gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I suppose it is, isn’t it? Sorry, I didn’t mean to make that weird. There’s just a lot of memories in this town. That’s part of why I left for a while. But… you always come back to what you know, I guess.”

Carlos nodded, understanding. “Yeah, it’s okay,” he
promised. “So… where did you go when you left Night Vale?” He tried to change
the subject, figuring that she was anxious about her admission.

A soft smile played at her lips. “Baton Rouge,” she answered, sounding somewhat wistful. “That’s where my family is from. It’s uh… Where I was born. I came to Night Vale when I was very, very young, and I grew up here, so I consider it my home, but… I wanted to get back to my roots.”

“Oh! Is it nice down there?” Carlos asked her. “I’ve never
been there before.”