A/N: HOLY SHIT A WTC UPDATE THE WORLD IS ENDING
(short shit is short. enjoy)
You feel no shame in clicking off the radio after Cecil is captured.
You feel no shame in sitting in the upper loft of an old barn with Hayley later that night, sharing the strawberry pie by ripping off chunks and eating them with your fingers. You're both messy and sticky, but you're laughing, actually laughing, as the sun drops behind the ground.
You feel no shame in not turning the radio on again in the morning. Instead you and Hayley explore the ghost town, popping in and out of houses, simply looking at the remnants of some civilization. You find food and shelter and life in the deserted streets as weeks go by. And not a night has passed where you don't recall you have not felt its presence ever since you came here, ever since you turned off the radio.
You relish the hold on your mind. You will not let it go now. Not even the threat of Night Vale's execution could make you.
You feel no shame in staying up late with Hayley, talking and laughing and living. She seems more comfortable out here, away from the strange purple city and its stranger happenings. You do too; you're more open, more trusting, more human then you have ever been in your life. You feel no shame in letting her curl into your chest on the cold nights, because that's what friends do.
There is nothing out here. And that is the way you two seem to like it. Maybe you were wrong to think things would be bad. They haven't been so far. You're comfortable, Hayley's comfortable, and the town is yours to have. You feel no shame in taking the place over with her.
Oddly, there have been no consequences yet.
And that is best thing of them all.
A/N: and now shit has to go down eventually. But yay updates. :3