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hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? *he smiles*

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

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yup, but we love each other! i don’t really know why age matters when you love someone..

That’s… more for adults than kids, Max. Your guys’ brain
literally isn’t fully developed for decision-making. That’s why people spend
18-22 years with their parents before moving out.

*he frowns* but i’ve been both those ages and i still wanted to marry Darcy!

Because of Grey-faces, huh? You didn’t spend nearly enough
time as those ages though.

I’m sorry, Max, but I’m just concerned. And… how do you
think you’re legally going to get married?

*he starts to say something but realises Carlos’ point, he looks at the ground as he thinks* maybe… we could get the Anons to turn us into adults, then we’d get married and turn back to kids!

*sighs* Max… you’re both still going to be children. It might not even stick.

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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.”

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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.

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*he
pulls the piocture out from under his pillow, a tall dark figure
infront of some trees, the figure has large yellow eyes a sewn up mouth,
it’s drawn in crayan and kinda crappy, but Max looks proud of his work*
this is what they look like

*Carlos studies the picture.* really… kind of Slender-man-esque. Do they have mouths? I know you drew one here, but is it what you saw?

*he nods* they do have mouths and they have stitches on them *he pointed to his mouth* … what’s slender-man?

Well, never mind about the Slenderman. It’s just a character
from the internet. So shadowy… stitches in the mouth… *he takes his phone out
and sets the picture down to take a picture of it*

*he nods quietly* i don’t think they like water either.. that or they don’t like our lake…. maybe they can’t swim *he chuckles slightly*

Well, then who let them off of Spooky Island? *he laughs
nervously.* So they don’t like water… Okay. I’m not a supernatural scientist,
but I’ll see what I can come up with. The water thing is interesting… some
spirits I’ve heard have an issue with going across water. Or is that covered
bridges? In any case, there’s research that needs to be done.

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Motions
to a bike like thing. Was that a old motor cycle. It seemed Yondu was a
collector of terran things too. “Been a long time since I rode It but
yeah. And don’t call him….. I don’t want police around.”

Carlos looked at the motorcycle, surprised. “I had no idea
you had this,” he told Yondu. It looked to be in good contition. He knocked on
the fuel tank and it sounded like it had stuff in it. “You’ve driven it before?”

“Yeah… few times on some random planets. Saw it liked it… took it….” rolls it down the ramp and once Carlos was out shut the ship up tight making it look like it wasn’t even there. He hopped on the motorcycle and starts it up looking to carlos.

Carlos frowned. “You took it?” he asked. “As in, it might be
registered as a stolen vehicle?” That would be problematic of the police found
them with it… among other things.

“About…. 15+ years ago yeah. Stole it while waiting for petey to reveal himself…. “ starts it up and motions for him to hop on. “Just point me in the right direction and hold on.” Smiles Erving the engine. He had this look on his face that said everything. He was excited to get riding.

“That’s… that’s a long time, Yondu,” Carlos said, but
feeling better about the time gap he thought maybe it would be okay. He slid
into the seat behind Yondu and put his arms around him. “This road’s a 45,” he
explained to Yondu. “You know how your speedometer works?”

“Uhhhhhh sure. Not really. We’ll wing it..” revs the engine and speeds off getting out of the woods then darts down the road. At least he knew how to ride it. That was a plus. He’d tease him by revving and speeding up making him Hold on tighter and grins. In short time they made it to Carlos’s home and he parked up in the wooded area to conceal the motorcycle. “Here we are…..your home.” Gets off the cycle then looks to him making sure the good was up and concealed his face following him tonthe door.

Carlos yelped and he clung to Yondu the entire way to his house.

Getting off the motorcycle he felt a little wobbly – it had
been a long while since he’d been on a vehicle with such crude movements. But
he stopped for a moment and got his balance back. He sighed and looked to
YOndu. They had things to talk about later about road safety.

Walking to the door Carlos was slow. He couldn’t believe
that he was on the walkway to his front door –the walkway that his Dad put in
when he and his brother were toddlers. He stopped when he saw the handprints he
and Mikey had put in next to their Dad’s on one of the panels of the walkway.

Yondu looks at him and nods then reaches over for him and knocks on the door. Then slips off to the side out of sight and smiles at Carlos just as the door opens.

Carlos was surprised that Yondu took the initiative. He gave
Yondu a confused look, but when the door opened he quickly turned and stared
directly in the face of his father.

At first, neither of them said anything. Carlos hadn’t had
the chance to try coming up with something to say to his dad. The older man had
a smile when he opened the door, but when he saw Carlos it dropped in shock.

Carlos swallowed and finally decided to make the first move.
He stepped forward. “Papi…”

The older man suddenly stumbled forward and wrapped his arms
around Carlos’ middle, squeezing him hard.

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Carlos smiled and nodded to him. “No, you can’t,” he
agreed.  “And… thanks, I guess. For
thinking I’m interesting. Heh, I would’ve thought that I was too geeky for you…
but it seems like you’d be very interested for me to talk nerdy to you, huh?” Zing! And this car trip was off to a great start!

“Honestly…. I was into a lotta nerdy shit in school.” He admitted, offering a little shrug and a smile. “I know I probably don’t seem it, but I was real into my studies back at Hogwarts, one of the best students in my year until my folks died and I kinda lost that drive. Of course, I was big into partyin’ too, but I always made a point to get shit done first. It’s a shocker, I know.”

Carlos smiled. “Me too,” he said. “I was a Horned Serpent. I
didn’t do the partying bit so much though… Class clown, yes, but hardly any
parties.”

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*he
pulls the piocture out from under his pillow, a tall dark figure
infront of some trees, the figure has large yellow eyes a sewn up mouth,
it’s drawn in crayan and kinda crappy, but Max looks proud of his work*
this is what they look like

*Carlos studies the picture.* really… kind of Slender-man-esque. Do they have mouths? I know you drew one here, but is it what you saw?

*he nods* they do have mouths and they have stitches on them *he pointed to his mouth* … what’s slender-man?

Well, never mind about the Slenderman. It’s just a character
from the internet. So shadowy… stitches in the mouth… *he takes his phone out
and sets the picture down to take a picture of it*

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? *he smiles*

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yup, but we love each other! i don’t really know why age matters when you love someone..

That’s… more for adults than kids, Max. Your guys’ brain
literally isn’t fully developed for decision-making. That’s why people spend
18-22 years with their parents before moving out.

*he frowns* but i’ve been both those ages and i still wanted to marry Darcy!

Because of Grey-faces, huh? You didn’t spend nearly enough
time as those ages though.

I’m sorry, Max, but I’m just concerned. And… how do you
think you’re legally going to get married?

“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.