Nightvale 1: Mauve

by FinntheBrave

Yoo x3 Alrighty! So basically it's Cecil on the radio recording another episode of Nightvale, with some Cecilos and intern deaths. (It wouldn't be a fanfic without intern deaths). I do not own the rights to Nightvale, as this is just a fanfiction. Shoutout to Audrey :3 This is my first time writing an episode of Nightvale, so try not to shoot me if I slip up x3 Thx 4 reading c:

2. Chapter 2: Yeruda and Cecilos

Sorry! Could not upload this chapter because of what looked like a broken html. Finally gave up after a month, stopped being lazy, and typed it up again. Thanks for being patient :)

Listeners, we have a guest star today. She goes by Yerdua Nellumcm. She was a bystander at the burning of the old folks home that was suspected as an alien burial ground. Yerdua, what was the reason of this burning? "Cecil! I'm a big fan and I listen to your show all the time while I *ahem* professionally bystand!" Thank you. And what did you use to burn down this old folks home? "Kerosene! And a giant lantern." Ah, very good. And was the burning successful? "It was somewhat successful, but one of the Sheriff's Secret Police stabbed lil' old me in the leg, just a bit." Yes, the huge clever in your leg tells me so. Thank you for joining us Yerdua, and please put down your lighter.

And now, traffic. There's a heavy duty tank on the freeway, so please step out of your car and do the Charlie Brown if you see it. Taking a closer look, it seems as if a gooey polka dotted magenta blob is in the tank. More on this story as it forms.

Listeners, there seems to be a fabulous purple tentacle in the radio station. Maybe I can- oh, wait, it's just mine. In other news, scientists have discovered a new sort of "sickness". Here to tell us more, we have someone on the line, someone with very beautiful hair, the lovely and very scientific, Carlos. Hi, Carlos. :) "Hey Ceec!" :3 It's nice to hear your voice again. "And it's great to be here with you, Cecil. Er, in a way." So, tell us about this interesting disease you've discovered. "Ah, yes, well, our scientists were examining the semi-mutant mold between Steve Carlsberg's toes with our professional microscopes, when we spotted a parasite in the mold the size of a baby deer's foot." You were hanging out with Steve Carlsberg?! "Huh? Oh no, no, no, we were just trying to find out why his feet mold had turned more mutant than usual" Well, alright. But be careful, Carlos. He really is bad at impressions. "I will, Cecil." Carlos, is this disease serious? "Yes, but all beautiful people aren't effected." Then why isn't Steve Carlsberg dead? "The mold seems to have taken a liken to him. We found it physically impossible to separate them. Sort of like us, Cecil." Oh, you! *Ahem* Well, um, is there anything that the non-beautiful people of Nightvale can do to protect themselves? "After careful testing, we found that putting rubbing alcohol under your toenails seems to ward it off. Oh, and watering your plants with vanilla." Thank you Carlos, for this important information broadcast. "I'll see you at home, Cecil. The Princess Bride is on tonight at 13." I love that movie! "I know you do. I love you." I love you too.