nightvales-voice

Anonymous asked:

Knowing what you know of them now, do you feel sorry for Kevin and Desert Bluffs in general at all? If what Kevin said was true, he wasn't much different from you, and the Bluffs not so different from Night Vale, once. The Smiling God corrupted them all. It's really very sad.

nightvales-voice answered:

I.. pity Desert Bluffs, listener.

I pity the land that needs a hero. I pity the land that did not have the strength to cast out the Smiling God and StrexCorp. I pity those who succumbed to the light, bright and beautiful and merciless. 

I do not forgive them. I see no reason to. But I feel a deep sorrow for them. 

nightvales-voice:

twizted-transistor:

[Txt] we tried

we tried so hard

it’s hard to remember now but i know that

i saw them all fall and i was the last

i hope you never have to know what that’s like

i can barely remember and it’s still the worst thing

sure must be nice to have a bunch of angels bail you out

[txt] I am glad I don’t know what it’s like. I am angry with you. I do not like you very much, Kevin, but I feel bad for you. Part of me wants to say sorry. 

[TXT] Why you

Why do you get to come out of everything intact

Why does your town get to live

We fought

it’s an echo of a memory but I know we fought hard

hard as we could

but nobody came to help us

we had no angelic saviors

there was nothing for us but light and loss and a future of hollow smiles

who will save them now they can’t save themselves

nightvales-voice

Anonymous asked:

Knowing what you know of them now, do you feel sorry for Kevin and Desert Bluffs in general at all? If what Kevin said was true, he wasn't much different from you, and the Bluffs not so different from Night Vale, once. The Smiling God corrupted them all. It's really very sad.

nightvales-voice answered:

I.. pity Desert Bluffs, listener.

I pity the land that needs a hero. I pity the land that did not have the strength to cast out the Smiling God and StrexCorp. I pity those who succumbed to the light, bright and beautiful and merciless. 

I do not forgive them. I see no reason to. But I feel a deep sorrow for them. 

[Txt] we tried

we tried so hard

it’s hard to remember now but i know that

i saw them all fall and i was the last

i hope you never have to know what that’s like

i can barely remember and it’s still the worst thing

sure must be nice to have a bunch of angels bail you out

Leave Me Out In The Wastes

Wake up, Kevin… come on, please wake up…

"Mrrrr…"

He stirs. The ground is hard and dusty and dry and rocky. The sharp stones had cut and bruised him when he landed, but that was the least of Kevin’s problems.

His skin was burned and blistered in places by the sun, but the near blinding light’s biggest toll had been on the broadcaster’s mind. His head felt as if it’d been shredded by buzzsaws, the layers of himself in ragged tatters.

Kevin…? Yes, that was him, wasn’t it? Who was…

Come on. Please. You need to get moving, find shelter. You won’t last long out here like this.

That voice… concerned, female. Someone he knew, trusted… Vanessa?

That’s right. Come on now. I know it hurts, I know you’re confused, but we can’t lose you. There’s a canyon not far ahead. You should make for it. It’ll do for now, I think- you can rest in the shade. The light’s not doing you any good.

The light…? Yes, it was all around… it was so beautiful, it seemed to call to him. Call him home… no. No, he couldn’t… but the light, it made him smile, he couldn’t stop, and…

NO.

Something in him was adamant. No. We will not do this again. (Again?) We are going for the canyon. Vanessa is right, we need to get out of the light.

It’s tough going, especially when a lot of him wants to turn around and run right into the light with open arms, but Vanessa keeps encouraging him. The canyon is a wide spiral, and once in the shade of its walls, something comes to him.

His dreams. He’s seen this place before. Yes. The spiralling canyon, the wasteland, the light. There’s even… yes! The mountain, the lighthouse at its summit.

He’d dreamed of all this. How very strange… and confusing… oh, no more confusion please, my head hurts so bad, just make it stop. Sighing, he leans back against the shaded rock wall, closing his eyes.

eruditexperimenter

Anonymous asked:

Something clings to Sergio's leg. A disturbingly cute something with bright yellow fur and a collar and tag reading 'Sunny', blinking up at him with worried, lonely large eyes. She makes a strange, chirpy, digital noise.

eruditexperimenter answered:

Sergio looks down, blinking in surprise.

"Sunny?  Oh, you poor thing…" he murmurs, scooping up the Strexpet.

Sunny chirrs in his arms, nuzzling the (former? It didn’t seem likely that Strex’s new ownership would have much use for forcibly warping people’s thoughts) re-educator before raising her eyes up to him again.

Papa is gone. Where is Papa? He has not brought me mice tonight. I learned to eath them for him. Papa said I was a good girl. Where is Papa?

Final Entry

There is a journal on the bed in Kevin’s empty room. It is full of various entries, mostly about dreams, some about fear and doubt. Some later entries are full of zealous ramblings and vicious intent.

But the journal is open to the last written on page.

————-

I am lost.

I think there was some other me before all this. Someone I used to be. But I’m not that person now. And I’m not even the person I am anymore. I’m someone who scares me.

The light. Oh, sweet Smiling God, I want to bask in the light. Run from the light. Feed the light with blood and imperfection. I want all of these things and they conflict within me. I am all of these and none.

I am lost.

Sir, if you read this, please help me. If it isn’t too late. If I haven’t vanished and become someone else, or nobody at all. I am frightened. I am elated. I am smiling and I am perfect and I. Am. Terrified.

Watch me smile.

help

me

He is clutching his head and screaming. He fumbles for his pills. Blindly. He swallows them dry. He’s not sure how many he takes. The pain begins to ease. He stares at the ceiling. Blindly. Blood runs from his nose, the corner of his mouth. Breath comes in through his mouth and works its way to his lungs and back again. Blindly.

Blindly.

Blindly he stares in the mirror. Who is he?

Layercake

Just to give everyone the general state of Kevin’s mind right now- he has three layers. The top layer is very unstable and switches unpredictably with the middle layer- the bottom is deeply buried, but has slowly and inevitably been bubbling closer to the surface. The layers are as follows-

Layer 1- Bad!Kevin. Kevin the smiling and cruel. Kevin the wicked, the threatening, the frightening. Kevin of the razor tongue wrapped in cotton candy. Kevin the unquestioning. Kevin the murderer, Kevin the killer of Seans. Kevin the devotee of the Smiling God. Kevin the Usurper.

Layer 2- Standard Kevin. Kevin the sweet, Kevin the innocent. Kevin the naive, Kevin the eager to please. Kevin who would not hurt a fly or want a fly hurt. Kevin the curious, Kevin who wants to be good. Kevin the cheerful, Kevin the unintentionally creepy. Kevin in denial, Kevin who desperately misses his best friend.

Layer 3- The true self. The broken and the grieving, the voice of a kingdom now lost. The bound and the tormented, the beaten and the angry. The clawing to the surface little by little, the waiting, someday, someday soon, to rise.

eruditexperimenter

Long Ago In The Present…

eruditexperimenter:

twizted-transistor:

Notes: Have a seat, kids, and we’ll tell you where little Kevins come from. However I should note that it is not a tale for everyone- there’s going to be tons of disturbing elements in this one, bad things happening to people you like, general mindfuckery and Strex douchebaggery… in general, abandon all hope ye who enter here, and here be monsters. Maybe not at first, but eventually in spades. Please do not read if the stuff contained in re-ed roleplays makes you uncomfortable, and if you find yourself becoming squicked while reading, please, stop.

For the rest of you, enjoy.

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"Mr. Palmer."

Sergio smiled to the radio host turning to face him as his suited associates silently fanned out to cover a number of potential exits.  

The Strex employee was young - perhaps no more than thirty.  Cecil had glimpsed the fellow now and again hanging about the studio.  He had introduced himself when he first arrived, but had not breathed a word to Cecil personally since that time.  Now he was every inch of him smiles and charm, though the broadcaster could detect something poisonous beneath the skin.

"Working late this evening?  That’s very admirable.  StrexCorp likes to see a healthy work ethic in its employees."

Stepping into the booth, Sergio’s smile broadened, eyes locking with Cecil’s.  There was something…wrong in his gaze, though.  Some predatory intention that was unmistakable behind oddly dilated pupils.

"What do you say to a little break, Cecil?  Care to join me for a bit?"

He couldn’t fathom what it was, that look. But it was not right. It was levels of wrongness and danger that he hadn’t encountered since the last time the break room refrigerator was cleaned out.

It made Cecil altogether nervous and uneasy, and he cleared his throat, violet eyes darting from one suit to the next. Their pattern was not lost on him, though he did wonder what they wanted. But that look… that look wasn’t the only thing not sitting well with the broadcaster. It was the man’s resemblance to someone else. Someone he loved very much and desperately wanted to get home to.

Best play it cool. Act casual.

"While I do appreciate your accolades on my work ethic, and your offer, I was actually just finishing up. It’s late, after all, and I’m sure even you would like to head home for the night."

Just let me go. Let this be something that I tell Carlos and he tells me it wouldn’t do to be so paranoid, things are awful enough without my imagination running away with me.

I want to be home. I want to be home having a late dinner of leftover takeout and a movie we both fall asleep watching, which is alright because we’ve seen it dozens of times before.

I want to be home.

"So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be heading out now…"

Long Ago In The Present…

Notes: Have a seat, kids, and we’ll tell you where little Kevins come from. However I should note that it is not a tale for everyone- there’s going to be tons of disturbing elements in this one, bad things happening to people you like, general mindfuckery and Strex douchebaggery… in general, abandon all hope ye who enter here, and here be monsters. Maybe not at first, but eventually in spades. Please do not read if the stuff contained in re-ed roleplays makes you uncomfortable, and if you find yourself becoming squicked while reading, please, stop.

For the rest of you, enjoy.

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