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In the Snow

Title: In the Snow
Author: ciaranbochna
Characters: Cecil, mentions of Carlos and other characters
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the world.
Length: 543 words

A/N: An experiment in the Welcome to Night Vale universe written on the winter solstice.

“It’s beautiful. You can hear it whispering, singing, weeping as it falls. There is something familiar in its ache and scream. Don’t listen to it. You must NOT listen. Stay inside. You do not want what the snow carries. It isn’t ice at all. It never was.”

“Good evening Night Vale. Have you noticed the snow? It is coming down heavily now. It isn’t often we feature the weather as our top story, but today is special. I don’t remember the last time it snowed. Do you? I sent our intern Gerald to the library archives to do some research and…come to think of it that was yesterday. Oh dear.”

“I would like to take this opportunity to send condolences to Gerald’s family on behalf of all of us at Night Vale Radio. He was an excellent intern. His organizational skills and bravery in the fate of certain doom were admirable, and won’t soon be forgotten.”

“Oh. I’ve just been given an update from the Sherriff’s Secret Police. They are telling citizens that under no circumstances should you go out into the snow. Stay in your homes and block your ears with the nearest available pillow or appendage. Do NOT listen to the snow. There is absolutely no danger to Night Vale citizens. This is just a friendly reminder. Talk amongst yourselves in one of the approved ancient languages of the day. We will be making regular patrols to ensure your compliance.”

“I, for one, am glad we are so well taken care of, aren’t you Night Vale? I have here another update from the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your house. I don’t know how she got into the studio to leave me this note, since the door is locked and I didn’t hear a sound, but never mind.  Apparently she knows what this mysterious “snow” is. There was a secret town council project, paid for by our tax dollars of course. There are so many wonderful things paid for by our mandatory monthly donations, aren’t there? Anyway, according to the faceless old woman, Night Vale citizens all agreed to have our most horrible memories removed and taken to an underground storage facility outside Night Vale city limits, away from any prying eyes (I’m looking at you man in the tan jacket). The system that contains all these memories has now failed and they appear to be falling as snow (apparently memories that spend too long in containment tend to atrophy and gain sentience). The reason no one remembers this project, the reason for it, and the seething holes in our memories, is—“

“...and then Carlos (perfect Carlos) and I finished our dinner and listened to the complete works of Gustav Mahler by the light of the passing Glow Cloud. Isn’t it a beautiful night? I think we should all go for a walk in the snow. I seem to be bleeding from my eyes listeners, excuse me while I grab a tissue. Now, I hope you have had a wonderful evening, creating memories that you will cherish forever. After all, without our past we are hollow shells of ourselves, groping uncertainly towards a blasted future we both fear and yearn for.”

 “Good night, Night Vale, good night."


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Feb. 4th, 2014 11:47 pm (UTC)
This is so perfect!
Feb. 5th, 2014 03:46 am (UTC)
Thank you, I am glad you liked it:)
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