He focused on the rattle of the transport. Gabriel’s eyes were glued on the scenery that sped past them as the carrier took them to the nearest support point. It was fast, but not fast enough.
Jesse was lying in his lap, drifting in and out of consciousness. He’d rouse every now and then, murmuring indistinct complaints and shifting painfully. Gabriel’s arm was wedged under the stump where Jesse’s arm used to be, carefully keeping it elevated.
Jesse needed help. He needed help faster than Gabriel was able to give to him.
ALRIGHT KIDS, TIME TO EAT A BIG HEAPING BOWL OF ANGST.
You can put headphones on, you can listen to my voice, but you can never fully escape that world. You are always half there, no matter where the rest of you is. But in those sounds, in that inescapable world, there is every joy you will ever experience, every beautiful person you will ever meet, every wonderful surprise that will ever wonderfully startle you. It is the good and the bad. It is the sound of the world.
Catching up on Night Vale and along comes this episode like, “hey, definitely wear headphones with this one even though we’ve never asked you to do that before” and “good luck surviving this episode” and I dunno if I should be nervous or excited or scared or spiders or glowing or what I fucking love this fandom so much
I know my role. You come to me for escape, loyal listeners. To forget about the world, or, not to forget about it, but to hear its dangers organised. Put into a narrative framework, turned into a story that can safely end. But no matter how deeply you enter into the stories I am telling you, you can never fully escape. The world is around you. You can hear it with one of your ears right now. Listen closely. What you are hearing is not the sound of a monster, there are no spirits in that sound. No lurking or lurkers. No stalking or stalkers. Nothing hunting you. All you are hearing is the sound of the world you live in. And you can put headphones on, you can listen to my voice, but you can never fully escape that world. You are always half-there. No matter where the rest of you is. But in those sounds, in that inescapable world, there is every joy you will ever experience. Every beautiful person you will ever meet. Every wonderful surprise that will ever wonderfully startle you. It is the good and the bad. It is the sound of the world. A world that will kill you. But also a world that will allow you to live. And as you exist in this world, half-hearing my half-voice, remember: you’re alright. You are alright.
Bonnie opened his eyes that night, looking around the stage in the low light of the closed pizzeria. Boring. Everyone else was still inactive, it seemed. At least for now. The rabbit’s eyes wandered over to Pirate’s Cove.
Foxy had always been a bit different from himself and the rest of the band, so maybe Foxy was already awake? Only one way to find out! Bonnie hopped offstage and rushed over to the Cove, drawing aside one of the dusty purple curtains. “Hey, Foxy! You awake back there, pal?”