“She brought me to the lighthouse in her strange desert that is like our own, but is not our own. She introduced me to an army of men and women who have taken great care of her. And introduced me to several tall, winged creatures, each named Erika. With a K.” — Welcome to Night Vale Episode 48 - Renovations
the angels all wear suits, but they don’t have a good sense of fashion… so the results are somewhere between horrifying and hillarious
and since you can’t acknowledge the angels, nightvale citizens have developed a sort of unspoken game of “how long can you go w/o reacting to the angels outfits”
the angels know about, and eventually willingly participate in the game, wearing more and more extravagant outfits (ie. victorian ball gowns paired with swim goggles and nikes, or a sweatsuit and a medieval crown
josie has the record, obviously
josie is also now one of the angels, in light of recent events, and happily joins this game
she does have a fashion sense, but it’s more fun to play along
ofc she always goes absolutley above and beyond, to the point of city council actually breaking and doing a double take when they see the looming figure of Angel!Josie wearing angel wings, a bright red wig, an ill fitting pair of bloomers, a neon crop top with blue and green stripes that seem to switch around constantly, aviator shades, a sun hat, and knee high converse
cecil has been mistaken for one of the angels before because of his ridiculous fashion sense
A sudden stream of light woke you from your sleeping state.
The sound of raspy voices didn’t stop you from clouding yourself in the warmth
of your sheets. You didn’t know what time it was. You didn’t care. Last night
you’d worked late and planned to sleep the entire
day. Ice bit at your skin as your sheets were pulled off you. “Rise and
shine, darlin’.” In a huff you opened your eyes and glared at the three bikers
standing in your bedroom. You had become a ‘friend’ of Samcro ever since you
moved to Charming. Mostly being affiliated had its perks…
“What do you want?” Your rage was spit in half a whisper. A
groan escaped your lips as Juice threw you a hoodie from your drawers. The VP’s
chuckle filled the air,
“Club needs a favour, babe.” You rolled your eyes and cast
your hoodie over your head. Of course
the club needed a favour. You nodded towards Chibs’ to greet him.
“And that would be?” You pushed past the three men to enter
you bathroom. Swiftly you shut the door to allow yourself some privacy. A thick
Scottish accent drained through the door,
“We need to get our hands on some explosives.” Soap cleansed
your hands before you opened the door and faced the three men.
“Should I ask why?” Mostly, you were a normal woman, with a
normal job, who wasn’t affiliated with criminals and didn’t deal in explosives…
but when the Redwoods Originals asked, your entire being changed.
“If we told you, we’d have to kill you.” Chibs’ sent you a
cheeky grin. You nodded.
“When you do need them by?” You lip caught between your teeth
as you looked at the VP, specifically, the shirt adorning his torso.
“I don’t think I can-…” The packet juice pushed into your
hand stopped you mid-sentence. You shook you head and pushed the envelope back
into his chest. “I don’t need your money. I’ll get what you need.” The prince
melted you with his royal smile as he moved closer.
“We’ll meet you here at 6.” You nodded as the bikers began
to exit your room. “Oh, and (Y/N)?”
“Yes?” You rubbed your forehead.
“Opie’s out of town. We’re going to need your help to do
the… Exploding.” You glared at Jackson before erupting in laughter,
“Get out of my house, Teller.” A smirk escaped the blonde’s
lips as he agreed to your demand,
Black clothes cloaked your body as waited for Samcro to turn
up. You quickly checked the backpack to make sure everything was ready to be
set up. Nerves crept under your skin, eventually flooding your stomach with
butterflies. You watched out your window as a black van rolled up to your
house. It was almost perfectly camouflaged with the navy engulfing the orange
sky. Locking the door to walked outside to greet the MC. The door opened and
you climbed in, slinging the backpack on the floor, between your feet.
“Got everything?” Clay’s voice was straight. He was ready to
get this job done.
“Everything’s in the bag. All ready to go.” You felt the
gentle swaying of the van as it began to roll into motion.
“Here, darl’, you’re gonna want this.” Tig handed you a
black cap to tie your locks under.
“Thanks.” Silence filled the cab for a moment. You looked
around to see who you were working with. Clay, Jax, Juice, Chibs, Tig, Happy,
Bobby and Kozik. The perfect combination
of men to get a dirty job like this done. “Where exactly are we going?” You
looked over to Clay in the front seat,
“An off-road just outside of Charming.” Of course the Sons
of Anarchy wouldn’t blow anything up inside of Charming or they’d have the
local PD sniffing around their clubhouse for weeks…
Darkness secured the area. An old red house sat in the middle
of a yard littered with dying grass and old rubbish. “You ready, sweetheart?”
Tig squeezed your shoulder.
“Let’s get the job done.” The MC guided you into the house.
Instantly, stale air filled your lungs as you looked around.
“We’ll get out the shipment of guns while you set up.” So
they were thieving a load of guns from another… Gang? You set your backpack
down and pulled out the equipment.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” You laughed and looked up
“Do not underestimate me.” He smirked, putting his hands up
“I won’t.” Your fingers began to play with wires while
Samcro carried out their illegal shipment.
“Need any help?” You looked up to Juice as his tower stood
strongly above you. You smiled,
“Take these wires over there and lay them down.” Juice’s
hands were rough when they grazed yours. The hands of a hard worker. You
continued to play with wires and lay them amongst peeling paint and rotten
“Okay.” You stood up and admired your artwork, checking to
make sure everything was exactly where it needed to be. “This place is ready to
blow.” You looked over to Clay for his confirmation.
“Alright. Let’s get
it done.” You followed the MC into the cold outside air and watched as Happy
and Bobby placed one last box of guns into the back of the van. Out of your
backpack you pulled out a remote. “Blow this place up, kid.” Feet pounded on
the earth as you all began to ran back to the van. Once your finger pushed the
button a swarm of heat clouded the area…
You groaned as your curtains were pulled back to reveal the
aching light of the sun. You were exhausted from last night. The adrenalin rush
that had powered through your body made you wish you were dead today. Slowly,
you opened your eyes and looked up to see a goofy grin and a Puerto-Rican
beauty. “You really have to stop waking me up like this.” His chuckle was warm.
Juice gently sat on the end of your bed as you sat up.
“The club wanted to thank you for your help last night.”
Juice gently laid a small envelop in your hands.
“Thanks.” You looked at it before placing it on your
bed-side table. “I actually had a lot fun playing outlaw last night.” You bit
your lip as you watched Juice’s eyes lingering on you.
“Do you know what’s better than playing outlaw?” You smirked
and ‘innocently’ shook your head.
“Educate me.” You leaned forward as you crawled over to the
outlaw, landing right next to him.
“Screwing an outlaw.” You laughed as Juice scooped you up in
his arms and lay you back onto your bed.
Their escape from a ship full of pirate zombies leaves Angel and Fred on an uninhabited island. Knowing that their dead shipmates are not far behind, they seek refuge further inland, only to find they aren’t actually alone…
Script: Corinna Bechko; illustration: Zé Carlos; colors: Michelle Madsen; cover: Scott Fischer; variant cover: Stephanie Hans.