A/N:* this is my first fanfiction, I do not own these characters unless stated and all characters belong to the creators of the podcast/ novel of Welcome To Night Vale, I hope you enjoy, this will be a multi chapter story,so look for more chapters to come *

Carlos's world suddenly lights up in a purple haze. The young scientist looks around, alarmed, unable to remember where he is or how he'd gotten there. He looks around and can see nothing but desert and sage brush surrounding him. Normally in a situation like this people feel scared and confused but the longer he stays the more he feels weirdly comforted. Almost as if he was supposed to be here or had been before. Almost as if this place was welcoming him, as if it wanted him.

He feels something lightly strike his shoulder before hearing it hit the ground by his feet. He looks down to see what it was only to see a small green lizard on the ground, limp and lifeless. He studies it trying to find a wound or any visible cause of death but sees nothing the provides any kind of answer and feels a slight sadness from the poor, little, neon green creature. Spontaneously wondering where it came from, he slowly swivels his gaze upwards towards the sky.

Above him the sky is covered in a massive cloud, seeming to stretch and completely engulf the entire sky. The cloud gives off a soft fluorescent glow as well as a slightly ominous feeling that gives Carlos a weary fluttering in his stomach. The cloud appears to be constantly changing its colors from gorgeous hues of green to blue to pink to red. He stares at in awe, trying to think of any scientific explanation but at the moment comes up stumped, having a hard time thinking completely straight amidst the oddness of the situation.

Abruptly a burst of what sounds like radio static comes on in bursts behind him, causing him to spin around to look for the source. Much to his surprise, he sees a figure cloaked and hidden in shadows that come from seemingly nowhere. He attempts to speak but nothing comes out, as if his voice had been stolen from him which gives him a brief, panicked feeling. Carlos frowns at this, as slowly and cautiously begins to move towards the figure and the static noises, which seem to be coming from it. As he gets closer to the dark figure, the shadows almost seem to melt away from it and his breath catches.

A man sits before him on the ground, a radio sitting in his skinny jean covered, criss crossed lap, emitting the bursts of static. It doesn't take much to notice that the man was stunning, with a shock of white hair with shaved sides, and his deep purple eyes that looked like they could, and maybe did, contain galaxies, combined with a strong jaw and wiry frame. The man has an odd yet fascinating purple third eye, tattooed on his forehead, as well as tattooed tentacles and symbols snaking up his arms and under his half rolled up sleeves, as well as creeping up his neck from, sneaking out from under his shirt. The man wears a plain white button up shirt accompanied with black skinny jeans and suspenders connecting the two. His expression is easy going with a hint of something that looks almost like a thoughtful kind of longing. Without a word he moves one hand and switches a knob on the radio while Carlos remains starring at him in fascination, shock, and confusion.

"A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep, Welcome, to Night Vale." A smooth, deep, voice speaks from the radio and the man smiles at him and tilts his head as if he was the one speaking or the words were very familiar to him. In that moment Carlos can swear he sees the purple eye on the man's forehead wink at him. "We're waiting for you, Carlos." The voice in the radio says as the man eyes him in a mildly fascinating way with his eyes that are just as purple as the one on his forehead. He startles a bit at the radio voice saying his name but tries to keep his cool, which isn't particularly hard, for some reason the voice, despite knowing his name is oddly comforting, with the soothing and smooth way it talks.

He eyes the man back and attempts to speak but finds himself still unable to and instead settles for continuing to study the man, feeling an odd sense of being drawn to him. Slowly sneaking into his awareness, he begins to notice a low, quiet, small vibrating sound. The sound is barely noticeable but he still looks around as if in attempt to locate the noise but can see nothing around them but desert and what looks to be the faint outline of buildings in the distance. He glances at the man worriedly to see if he has noticed the vibrating but the man seems oblivious, and is now staring at him rather intensely.

"Join us, Carlos. I miss you." The man says in the same voice as the one that had been playing on the radio, filled with a combination of hope and sadness. The man gives him a sad look that Carlos can practically feel hurting his soul and the urge to do anything to make him happy takes over. A part of him points out that he's being stupid for feeling like this over a stranger, no matter how gorgeous he is, but another part fires back that he doesn't feel like a stranger.

Before he can further argue with himself he realizes the vibrating had begun to intensify and sounds almost familiar, though just out of reach of naming. As the vibrating becomes more insistent a hazy feeling settles over Carlos, and the light and color begins to start to fade and blur. Carlos frowns and scrunches his eyebrows in dismay and struggles to find his voice, sensing that what's taking place is coming to an end, much to his regret.

"What's going on?" He cries weakly, his voice coming out in barely more than a faded whisper. "I'm not ready to go!" he feebly attempts to reach out for the man. The man has no reaction, just watching him sadly with his deep purple eyes. "What's happening? What is this?"

The man is silent as the world around Carlos starts to fade to black, now almost completely dark. Carlos barely notices when the vibrating seems to abruptly to disappear. The man decides to speak again and Carlos struggles to hear his words.

"I'll be waiting for you, Carlos, my dear." The man's voice is barely audible and everything fades to black.

Carlos wakes up with a gasp and bolts upright in bed.