sexybaldwin:

How Cecil thinks Carlos does science:

How Carlos actually does science:

sexybaldwin:

How Cecil thinks Carlos does science:

How Carlos actually does science:

xparrot:

So there was discussion on videntefernandez’s blog about what if Carlos was/was possessed by the Smiling God…since after all, he smiled and everything was perfect. And then I did a thing in asks, and she did her magic art thing, and so this happened. (general content warning for the fic, not my usual angst, sorry~ orz)

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It’s not until Cecil is standing before Carlos, squinting into the blinding light pouring from Carlos’s eyes, from Carlos’s smile, that he understands. The gun is heavy in his hand. He’s raised it, aimed it at Carlos’s heart. But he can’t pull the trigger.

(*)

And Carlos – no, not Carlos, the Thing inside Carlos, the terrible brilliant smiling Thing – opens its shining mouth, grin gaping wider, wider.

“Oh, Cecil,” the Thing says, “my beloved Cecil, did you really think you could win against me? That you could actually hurt me? Kill me?”

(*)

Of course he can’t. This terrible light shines from Carlos’s body. From Carlos’s face. Cecil could more easily believe in an entire mountain range, than kill Carlos. His Carlos. Not even for Night Vale.

But save him…Cecil can save him. Standing here before the Thing’s terrible smile, Cecil knows how. Knows how to stop that smile, and with its end, extinguish that hideous light.

Cecil turns the gun, heavy in his hands, and puts the muzzle to his own temple.

(*)

The Thing’s glowing eyes widen, the horrible arc of his smile loosening. “What are you—no, you can’t—”

(*)

The last thing Cecil sees, as he pulls the trigger, is the tears welling in Carlos’s eyes, grief washing away that smiling light to reveal warm brown, staring at him in horror. Then the gun bucks in Cecil’s hand, and there is thunder and red and someone screaming his name and finally, thankfully, darkness.

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(and then Carlos grabs hold of the last of it, the last of that awful light that took him. He grabs it with hands and mind and will, as hard as he’s been trying to push it away before, and as it scorches his skin and soul he forces it down into the broken body at his feet. He pours it into Cecil, brighter and brighter, until even with his eyes closed he can no longer see anything but that blinding brilliance. And still he keeps pouring,until finally, finally he hears that voice, hoarse and hurting and beautiful, say "Carlos?”)

4ragon:

I bet before Carlos moved to Night Vale he used to regularly reinvent really useless household appliances all the time.

Like ‘Hey check this out it looks like a regular umbrella but it’s also COMPLETELY FIREPROOF’

and everyone would be like ‘Carlos why the hell would anyone NEED a fireproof umbrella if it’s already raining seriously stick to science’

but in Night Vale everyones like ‘Aw man this is PERFECT for when it starts raining fire/gasoline/literal death’ and Carlos is just like ‘My time has come’