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As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

he huffed annoyedly ‘Why Would I Go After The Children? I Said I’m Already Full And They Seem To Be A Bad Choice In Food.’

Carlos just huffed back. I don’t know. I don’t even know you.

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

He seemed surprised to be stopped by the other, puffing up his wings before growling defencively

Carlos didn’t make another move. He just stood in the other’s way, making a very low growl in his throat, but didn’t try to attack again.

he shot a glare at the other before trying to move around him, making sure not to get too close

Carlos snarled again and jumped in front of the other beast again. You are not going near that camp! Not near those kids!

he snarled, getting fed up with Carlos, so he gave his wings a few flaps, kicking up dirt and dust into the air

Carlos just barked at the other, his hackles raised and teeth bared.

No way, Jose – I don’t give a damn how big you are!

he snarled, raising a paw as he got ready to strike ‘You’re Really Trying My Nerves!’

Carlos stopped growling. What the hell?

Hey, wait – are you – are you actually talking to me?

he stopped, tilting his head in confusion ‘Wait, You Can Talk..? Why Weren’t You Earilier?’

No idea. But since I can ask, why are you going toward the camp? You really shouldn’t be heading that way.

Good that they could understand each other, but Carlos still had concerns.

he sat down ‘The Camp? I’m Going To The Stream, Why Would I Go To The Camp? There’s Nothing For Me There Anymore..’

Carlos huffed at him with a light snarl. You’re walking directly toward the camp. You actually left your kill behind at the cave. What gives?

‘I Wasn’t Hungry Anymore, And This Is The Way To The Stream, I Thought It Was Obvious..’ he looked around

Carlos’ fur started to raise. This just didn’t ring right for him. He sat down, eyes narrowing at the other beast. Not very obvious.

‘You Should Ask More Questions Then’ he got up, going to walk around him

Carlos jumped up again. He got in front of the other with a snort. How do I know you’re not going after the children? Really?

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

He seemed surprised to be stopped by the other, puffing up his wings before growling defencively

Carlos didn’t make another move. He just stood in the other’s way, making a very low growl in his throat, but didn’t try to attack again.

he shot a glare at the other before trying to move around him, making sure not to get too close

Carlos snarled again and jumped in front of the other beast again. You are not going near that camp! Not near those kids!

he snarled, getting fed up with Carlos, so he gave his wings a few flaps, kicking up dirt and dust into the air

Carlos just barked at the other, his hackles raised and teeth bared.

No way, Jose – I don’t give a damn how big you are!

he snarled, raising a paw as he got ready to strike ‘You’re Really Trying My Nerves!’

Carlos stopped growling. What the hell?

Hey, wait – are you – are you actually talking to me?

he stopped, tilting his head in confusion ‘Wait, You Can Talk..? Why Weren’t You Earilier?’

No idea. But since I can ask, why are you going toward the camp? You really shouldn’t be heading that way.

Good that they could understand each other, but Carlos still had concerns.

he sat down ‘The Camp? I’m Going To The Stream, Why Would I Go To The Camp? There’s Nothing For Me There Anymore..’

Carlos huffed at him with a light snarl. You’re walking directly toward the camp. You actually left your kill behind at the cave. What gives?

‘I Wasn’t Hungry Anymore, And This Is The Way To The Stream, I Thought It Was Obvious..’ he looked around

Carlos’ fur started to raise. This just didn’t ring right for him. He sat down, eyes narrowing at the other beast. Not very obvious.

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

He seemed surprised to be stopped by the other, puffing up his wings before growling defencively

Carlos didn’t make another move. He just stood in the other’s way, making a very low growl in his throat, but didn’t try to attack again.

he shot a glare at the other before trying to move around him, making sure not to get too close

Carlos snarled again and jumped in front of the other beast again. You are not going near that camp! Not near those kids!

he snarled, getting fed up with Carlos, so he gave his wings a few flaps, kicking up dirt and dust into the air

Carlos just barked at the other, his hackles raised and teeth bared.

No way, Jose – I don’t give a damn how big you are!

he snarled, raising a paw as he got ready to strike ‘You’re Really Trying My Nerves!’

Carlos stopped growling. What the hell?

Hey, wait – are you – are you actually talking to me?

he stopped, tilting his head in confusion ‘Wait, You Can Talk..? Why Weren’t You Earilier?’

No idea. But since I can ask, why are you going toward the camp? You really shouldn’t be heading that way.

Good that they could understand each other, but Carlos still had concerns.

he sat down ‘The Camp? I’m Going To The Stream, Why Would I Go To The Camp? There’s Nothing For Me There Anymore..’

Carlos huffed at him with a light snarl. You’re walking directly toward the camp. You actually left your kill behind at the cave. What gives?

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

He seemed surprised to be stopped by the other, puffing up his wings before growling defencively

Carlos didn’t make another move. He just stood in the other’s way, making a very low growl in his throat, but didn’t try to attack again.

he shot a glare at the other before trying to move around him, making sure not to get too close

Carlos snarled again and jumped in front of the other beast again. You are not going near that camp! Not near those kids!

he snarled, getting fed up with Carlos, so he gave his wings a few flaps, kicking up dirt and dust into the air

Carlos just barked at the other, his hackles raised and teeth bared.

No way, Jose – I don’t give a damn how big you are!

he snarled, raising a paw as he got ready to strike ‘You’re Really Trying My Nerves!’

Carlos stopped growling. What the hell?

Hey, wait – are you – are you actually talking to me?

he stopped, tilting his head in confusion ‘Wait, You Can Talk..? Why Weren’t You Earilier?’

No idea. But since I can ask, why are you going toward the camp? You really shouldn’t be heading that way.

Good that they could understand each other, but Carlos still had concerns.

As the summer days rolled by, a full moon crept closer and closer. Thankfully, the woods surrounding the camp were large and caves were scatted everywhere, maybe Carlos could wait this out in a cave? all he had to do was find one and hope some other animal didn’t make its home there, right? -(the worse starter maker) L

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Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.

He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?

He seemed surprised to be stopped by the other, puffing up his wings before growling defencively

Carlos didn’t make another move. He just stood in the other’s way, making a very low growl in his throat, but didn’t try to attack again.

he shot a glare at the other before trying to move around him, making sure not to get too close

Carlos snarled again and jumped in front of the other beast again. You are not going near that camp! Not near those kids!

he snarled, getting fed up with Carlos, so he gave his wings a few flaps, kicking up dirt and dust into the air

Carlos just barked at the other, his hackles raised and teeth bared.

No way, Jose – I don’t give a damn how big you are!

he snarled, raising a paw as he got ready to strike ‘You’re Really Trying My Nerves!’

Carlos stopped growling. What the hell?

Hey, wait – are you – are you actually talking to me?

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Angie returned the hug enthusiastically, an excited giggle escaping her as she threw her arms around her Papa’s neck. “It’s good to see you too, Papa! Mama said that she was going to be joining us for dinner tonight? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Angie,” Mia was heading for the kitchen as she spoke. “Your Papa and I just need to talk to you about something together before I leave you two to your visit, but it’s nothing bad. Right, Carlos?”

Hopefully, Carlos couldn’t help but think to himself. But Mia was here, he reminded himself. She wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

“That’s right, Angie,” Carlos said as he pulled back from the hug enough to look at her. “This visit’s going to be a little different, and it’s going to require you to be very responsible, okay? Can you be responsible for me?”

“I can be responsible,” she agreed, nodding as she looked up at him. “Do you need my help with something? Do I get to help you with a project?” Obviously, Angie’s idea of something requiring responsibility was a lot more mundane than the current situation.

“Well, yes,” Carlos said. He stood up and took her hand. “Come on in. Mia? Should we talk about this over dinner? Or should it wait until after? What do you think?”

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.

Angie returned the hug enthusiastically, an excited giggle escaping her as she threw her arms around her Papa’s neck. “It’s good to see you too, Papa! Mama said that she was going to be joining us for dinner tonight? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Angie,” Mia was heading for the kitchen as she spoke. “Your Papa and I just need to talk to you about something together before I leave you two to your visit, but it’s nothing bad. Right, Carlos?”

Hopefully, Carlos couldn’t help but think to himself. But Mia was here, he reminded himself. She wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

“That’s right, Angie,” Carlos said as he pulled back from the hug enough to look at her. “This visit’s going to be a little different, and it’s going to require you to be very responsible, okay? Can you be responsible for me?”

“Oh, look! Full moon tonight!” // hello!

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Carlos felt unsettled by that, for some reason. He frowned and he drew his gaze toward the horizon where the moon was, indeed, starting to peek through the dark and dirty clouds. Just looking at it he felt sick and fatigued.

Carlos stood up from his spot by the fire. “I’m gonna turn in,” he mumbled. Though he didn’t think anyone else would care – hardly anyone knew anybody in this hastily put-together caravan of theirs. He grabbed his packs and carried it with him toward one of the buildings they had set up next to – it was a half-destroyed house, where the back end of it had collapsed into the ravine behind it.

With every step, the sickness seemed to grow and make him a little antsy, and he felt like his skin was crawling and just incredibly itchy. He hoped a good night’s rest would help him relax and feel better.

Violet had been telling stories with some of the caravaners she had agreed to help–not having much else to do after leaving the Capital Wastes, and not wanting to get into any huge adventures for some time after dealing with the Enclave–when she heard Carlos’s mumbling.

    It seemed sudden, and she wondered if he was okay. She quickly excuses herself, following after him.

    “Hey, are you okay?” she questions, falling into step with him.

Carlos looked up as the young woman approached. What was her name? Viola? They’d introduced themselves, but he was terrible with names. Also, did she approach him that loudly on purpose?

“Uh, well… yeah,” Carlos started to say. But he decided he should probably tell the truth. “Um, well… I’m feeling kind of… off. I need to turn in so… hopefully I can just sleep whatever it is off. You shouldn’t worry about me – I’m fine.” He offered her a slight smile, which he hoped would ease her mind

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“That works, yeah. And we hadn’t had dinner yet, I can bring something by if you’d like. Want to say….half an hour, to give you time to do a little prep before we arrive?” She was trying not to be overbearing, letting him have final say in the plans.

“Yeah, if you want to. I have some gluten-free mac and cheese here, and that’s enough to make her and me happy without burning the house down.” Carlos chuckled. “But you’re welcome to bring food over tonight if you want to. Half an hour sounds good… or whatever ‘half an hour’ means for me here in Night Vale. I’ll expect you soon.”

“I’ll whip something up while Angie finishes getting ready, then. See you in a bit~” Without further preamble, the Fae woman hung up her phone to give their daughter the time frame for the trip to Carlos’ apartment. The real question was what to bring over that wouldn’t necessarily need bread or gluten in it.

Still, a half an hour later as promised, the door in the apartment that connected to Mia’s pocket dimension swung open to allow both child and guardian to enter, a pot of sloppy joe-covered tater tots held in Mia’s hands.

“Knock knock~”

“Papa! Hi!”

Carlos came trotting in, wearing a simple pair of sweat pants and an old tshirt and no socks. At the sight of Angie his heart leapt – higher than usual – and he hurried forward, dropping down to his knees to pull her into his arms.

“Angie! It’s good to see you!”

He wasn’t sure why he was so excited – they’d been talking regularly on the phone and through email or face-time. But just seeing her… it made him ridiculously happy, for some reason.