Hello, I'm momentarily back from the dead bringing you this short 8 chapter story that is a birthday present for Color With Marker (a seriously late b-day present, sorry). Sorry for any mistakes, and I hope you like it CWM and everyone else too.

Disclaimer for this entire story: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, nor Welcome to Night Vale.

Time Moves

In a town where the castle is looming, the streets are bustling, and the nights are as dark as the void above. Welcome to Radiant Garden.

Cleansing just took place this last week. So, hopefully you all remembered to write down the important bits, cleansing isn't, after all, an… exact procedure, and while I know I'm probably on your lists, seeing as how important I am, I'll save you all the trouble of looking.

I'm Axel, got it memorized?

I know, I know, probably unnecessary, but we can never be too careful. Memories are important, after all. How do you think City Councilor is still alive after all these years? Haha.

Oh, listeners, Namine, my intern, is knocking on the window between us and making a 'cut it out' type motion with her hands. Namine looks pale, paler than usual, dear listeners, and I'm remembering, ha, that mentioning the City Councilor in any way that doesn't involve his work is forbidden. The Councilor isn't something that should casually be brought up, according to what we've been told.

Apparently, explaining this all to you has only increased the amount of times I've brought up the Councilor. I'm reaching dangerous territory, and I can tell because the room is dimming and I can hear a growl just outside my door. Management is not happy with me.

But when is he ever?

The growling has gotten louder.

Namine, if you could reach into the bottom drawer; there's a packet in there that could help.

She's reaching down, and a moment later she's standing back up. She has a hand on her hip and looks displeased with me.

Ha!

She's waving the bag around, displaying the cover of dog treats. Hahaha!

The growling has gotten louder, and Namine has put the treats in the garbage. I'll have to take them out and put them back in their drawer before I leave. Namine is shaking her head. Perhaps I shouldn't have said any of that out loud.

Moving on to more important things, before I'm maimed by either Namine or Management, something unprecedented has happened, folks.

I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about since all of you were there. Namine and I were there too, though I think most of us were enraptured with our new residents.

That's right, new residents!

In our beautiful town we hardly even get visitors, but we've recently gotten a group of four to move in. The female of the group explained they're scientists that have come to study our bustling town, and how exciting is that. We're apparently worth studying, listeners.

Now, I may have been at that meeting, but I hadn't really heard anything the woman said. Namine had to tell me everything later. You may be wondering why that was even necessary, my reputation as radio host making it seem as though I would have picked up on everything, but I found myself unusually distracted during the meeting.

While you all may have given the group a curious glance, I found my gaze locked onto one of the scientists in the back. He had a short stature, hair like golden thread, and I realized just how perfect he was when I finally found myself looking into those blue, much too blue, eyes. He looked nervous, a slight furrow to his brow, and for the first time in my life I wanted to embrace someone, this perfect man specifically, to smoosh his perfect face between my hands, to just stare into his perfect eyes.

And his voice! When he finally spoke, introducing himself, I felt myself grow faint at the sound.

Listeners, it was like my heart finally beat and time finally ticked forward.

In our quiet town, days have passed and time has, of course, moved. However, things have always been so stagnant, so unchanging. There was a monotony of peace, which eventually fades into boredom.

I love what I do, truly, and I love all of you, listeners, but I have never felt this love.

Setting my unworthy gaze upon this perfect specimen of man has changed everything.

The world finally seems as radiant as it's supposed to be.

Perhaps you know what I mean, and if not, I hope you one day do.

Time moves, listeners, and I hope there is light and radiance for you as it does.

Up next, the quiet wonder as we look, truly look at the world that's been there the whole time but we've never truly seen.

And…

Let's meet again, Radiant Garden, in the next one.