Carlos rubbed his temples and sat down on the ratty couch in the lab he had for breaks. He had just done so much science. There were so many tests to run and so many different things to run them on. Carlos wasn't quite sure how many days- or possibly weeks -had passed.
He reached over and grabbed his cell phone. The screen showed five messages, two from Cecil, one from the City Council, one from the Sheriff's Secret Police, and one from some sort of unknown number. He listened to that one first.
"Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," an ominous voice sang. Beep. and the message was over.
Next was the one from the Sheriff's Secret Police. "Mr. The Scientist," addressed a serious-sounding lady. "Many of your so-called 'experiments' and their findings violate the laws of the city. We ask that you follow them more astutely or we may take you in for reeducation." Beep.
Carlos rolled his eyes. He can't count the amount of times he received a similar message. The town and its inhabitants were just so interesting. He couldn't help but wish to study it all.
Then he opened the message from the City Council.
As usual, they spoke in a unison whisper. "Carlos the Scientist, we are calling in regards to the house you claim does not exist. Please call us at our next time of convenience, which should be at about 6 pm three days after you receive this message." Beep.
The house doesn't exist. thought Carlos annoyedly. The City Council merely refused to admit that the house is, in fact, nonexistent. He could understand that a bit though. It's hard to let go of beliefs you've had for a long time, no matter how wrong they are. The problem with the house is that it was a matter of extreme importance and danger. What else in Night Vale didn't exist? And how does something fake seem so real?
No matter. What about Cecil? There were two messages from him. The first seemed somewhat nervous. "Hi... Carlos? Just... call me when you have the chance. Please?" Beep.
The second sounded more confident, firm. It was Cecil's radio voice. "Hello, Carlos. I just happened to have questions on that circular rock in the sky, the moon. Why is it there? What purpose does it even serve? Why is it so beautiful? It kind of reminds me of you. I mean-" Cecil's voice momentarily lost composure. "Um... it's white, usually, like your lab coat. So yes. The moon. I haven't really seen you since you got your hair cut. Maybe we should have a chat?" Beep.
Carlos wanted nothing more than to chat with Cecil about the moon. It was a very scientific thing that he happened to know a lot about. He made a move to call Cecil, but then Dan called from the other room, "Carlos! We made a breakthrough in the vegetation department."
He dropped the phone and ran into the main lab.
