A/N: First ever story posted, yay! Anyway, this is a You centric I wrote late at nigt so if it makes no sense, I'm sorry.
Enjoy!
You knows they're a total tragedy.
They know it in the deep recesses of their soul, believe it because there is so much that points to it being true. They left their fiancée, left their job, nearly died and it doesn't seem to have mattered. Now they're living alone in a trailer with nothing but a bottle of cheap ginger ale and a voice on the radio that they despise. They've been pointed out so much on the street, be it in curiosity or hate- it all boils down to the same words: "Why'd you do it?" "What was the dark planet?" "Who even are you?"
It stings, really. You has lived in Night Vale for years, ever since the day dog park -what dog park?- was opened, was there before perfect Carlos. Back then they weren't questioned on their identity, not a bit. Heck, they even had friends- Josie and the angels and that little purple wolf that slept in the old burnt shell of one of the pizza parlors. But now the angels are long gone, Josie's been whisked away and You hasn't seen that wolf in a long time. Now they're constantly asked who they are, or what they were doing that night, or what it was like.
And it hurts.
You does not want to remember that night, is thankful they can hardly recall what happened after they reached up toward the swirling dark planet while that knife had been pressed to their throat. They do not want to be reminded that they left Maria, that they are nothing but a shadow in this town where there are already bigger and better shadows. They do not want to remember the rush of joy they felt when they saw Carlos for the first time, or the pang of sadness and jealousy they felt when they heard Cecil gushing about his first date; there is a lot You does not want to remember.
They have nothing, after that night. They got a job at the Moonlite All-Nite Diner washing dishes, and that helps a bit, but beyond that they are broke, and it is taking its toll- they're starting to fall behind on bills and car payments, and food gets scarce quickly in their cabinets. They have no interest in the outside anymore, because they have no choice- what if something were to happen, what then?
They do miss the night sky though, and miss that puppy even more; not a night goes by without You puzzling over its whereabouts and if it is alright, wherever it is. That wolf pup was the cutest thing; fluffy fur, gray eyes...it was like someone had taken the color of the city and wrapped a warm fuzzball in it, before breathing life into its fur. You had taken care of that wolf pup, even dragging it into their trailer once during a cold snap. It had freaked out though and nearly bit their hand off, so they let it out the morning after. That was the day before that night.
You knows it's arrogant, but frankly they don't give care anymore. They've pulled the short stick in this town, and they know with all their being they're a tragedy, and a big one at that. They think with all their mind that they have been cheated by some cosmic force of hate and anguish, one they just so happened to anger.
But they know truthfully, deeper down then the tragedy and the sadness and anger, they are ones responsible for everything that happened that night and before.
And nothing they believe can change that one salty fact.