The Adventures of Cecil and Carlos: A Night Vale Fan Fiction: Chap 2
Loudly, the clock ticked in its usual irritable way, while the meeting was silenced. All eyes were on Cecil.
"I need to go," Cecil softly told the room, finally standing up from his chair.
The room did not reply as his footsteps echoed loudly on the hard flooring. Nobody knew what to say or do, so they did nothing.
Out in the cold air, Cecil increased his speed to a brisk walk and made his way back to their apartment. Maybe there would be a clue as to where Carlos was there? Cecil was hopeful though he doubted there would be anything of use. Heck, he didn't even know where Carlos had been taken from.
Back at the apartment, Cecil's shaking hands pushed open the door without the need for a key. Everything was as normal in the hall. The usual claw marks and dents were in the walls, so nothing seemed out of place. Nervously, Cecil pushed open the bedroom door and immediately noticed something was out of place. Instead of Cecil and Carlos' bed, there was a humming sphere.
Panicked, Cecil looked around the room, half expecting someone to be there with him. He was alone and unsure if this was a fortunate thing or not. So he picked up the crystal sphere and peered inside it. At first, he could see nothing, but upon further inspection he could just about make out a few shapes inside.
"Carlos?" Cecil spoke for the first time since he left the meeting.
As if answering his question, Carlos appeared in the sphere, looking just as confused as Cecil.
"Carlos?" Cecil spoke more confidently now "Are you trapped inside this sphere?"
"What?" Carlos' voice came through clearly amidst the humming of the strange object "I'm not trapped inside a sphere. I'm in this strange dungeon place."
The boyfriends were confused.
A bewildered Cecil re-evaluated the situation and looked again. Upon further inspection, Carlos was not trapped inside the sphere, but it was in fact a live stream of sorts. The sphere was acting as a webcam and microphone, allowing them to communicate.
"Okay, so where are you?" Cecil shook off the uncertainties, getting to the point.
"I hate to say this," Carlos sweated nervously "but I really do not know I know where I was and where I want to be but I do not know where… I am."
"I see."
Cecil pulled out his mobile and called back the number that had called him in the first place. The ringing on the other end seemed to last forever until a clicking was heard on the other end and a sickly voice came through the mobile device.
"Helloo," the stretched smile in his voice evident.
"Erm, yes, hello. This is Cecil Palmer and I would like to know where you have my boyfriend," Cecil put on his best radio voice.
"Ah yes," the voice's smile seemed to fade slightly "about that. I'm sorry but I can not tell you."
"Please," Cecil begged "I will do anything just please don't hurt my baby."
"Anything?" The voice enquired.
"Maybe that was an over-exaggeration," Cecil contemplated "For I cannot time travel or do complex mathematics. But come on, what do you expect? I am not a deer, I am simply a radio host."
"Oh no, I assure you that my favour is quite do-able."
"What is it?" Cecil urged, eager to get his boyfriend back.
"A date."
"A date?
"A date."