StrexCorp Aperture Crossover: Chapter 3 (draft 3)
Carlos was worried, he hated being worried. When the mask figures and angels (who were all called Erika for some strange reason) had left through the strange doors to try and overthrow the malignant all powerful StrexCorp Synernists Incorporated, 47 Angels and 63 masked warriors had left, but when they came back only 46 angels came back.
He tried calling Cecil but he just said "angels do not exist" Carlos tried reasoning with him but it was no use. Carlos went looking for intern Dana to ask her about the missing angel but he couldn't find her. He looked on her tumblr and only found a blurry image of a mountain with a red light on top, he tried calling her but his phone just displayed a picture of 10 pine trees arranged like bowling pins.
For the first time since entering the strange desert dimension he.. He.. Felt lonely. Cecil wasn't answering his calls and he was already quite tired so he found one of the softer rocks and went to sleep. His dreams were strange full of visions of another life in another town and the countless nights with Cecil feeding Khoshekh, eating salted imaginary corn and taking his cat allergy pills.
When he woke he found intern Dana and several members of the masked army conversing about the missing angel, "do you think StrexCorp took her?" "No they wouldn't do that" "maybe she's at the company picnic?" Carlos stopped listening when they started discussing a rescue mission. He wondered away and sat down on another rock. He went to check Cecil's tumblr and as it finished loading his phone rang, it was cecil! "I thought he could call" thought Carlos as he answered. "Hello?" Carlos said barely containing his excitement, "I haven't got much time to talk, my phone has started whistling and heating up" Cecil quickly said in his deep voice "what is it?" Carlos urgently replied "there is a strange company in Night Vale" "you mean StrexCorp?" "No another one, I sent an intern to inves-" the call dropped.
Carlos sat down again feeling useless the nearest old oak door looking evermore inviting.