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“Hold still, I’m trying to help!”

“OUch! Stop that!” Cecil couldn’t stay still as he tried to pull loose. “I thought you were the one who set this trap! It says Strex right on the side of it!”

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Strex is life, Strex is love, Strex is law. An unfortunate reality that, even now, was something that anyone would have to deal with when it came to dealing with anyone from the Bluffs. One giant inescapable Picnic was more than enough to ruin a whole town’s mindset.

He didn’t respond to his double as Cecil freed himself. Mainly because he couldn’t. Kevin was delusional but he at least understood that being this close to the trap and pushing on it with his hands put himself in a difficult position. Maybe he should’ve used someone else’s hands.

This situation did have its morbid benefits; leaving him alone with this situation would finish the job of killing your Double. No more tattling to authority, sunshine, or weird PSAs involving teeth and capitalism and the only blame would be faulty outdated Strex property. As Kevin continued to be distracted with the trap and trying to keep it from snapping, kneeling down and eyes focused on the threat, he didn’t exactly have a say in the matter.

 Cecil watched him. Finishing wrapping and splinting his ankle with anything he could find. That look, it was focused but he was also becoming lost in thought. It was true. He could just leave him here like this to kill his double and finally be free of anything that ever reminded him of Strex…… well except for the brand he wore on his right shoulder.

it took a moment for Cecil to focus again. Going to his knees and putting his hands next to Kevin’s. “Hey we just need to slowly close the trap. Keep your fingers straight out so they won’t be anywhere near the teeth of the trap.” As much as his double had caused issues he didn’t want him dead or horribly injured. “Ready?”

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As oblivious as he seemed there was a part deep in the back of Kevin’s mind that registered the tiniest trace of disappointment in Cecil’s behavior, about being denied the opportunity to relieve himself of a massive burden. Can’t say that he would have even blamed the other radio host because there was also a part of Kevin that wanted to stick his own head in the trap.

“Well-- alright then, Cecil. Let’s give it the ol’ cohost cooperation to deal with this ancient contraption.” With their hands together, the similar anatomy made any differences jarring: the subtle kinks in the phalanges from broken, healed, broken, and healed again injuries and the unnervingly cold hands from a man who likely lost blood on the inside as much as he pulled out of interns from the outside. Long ago they probably would have been so similar to Cecil’s that it’d have been hard, in the case of mass amputation from Black Friday, to figure out what belonged to whom. Not so much now.

He hummed in cheery affirmation to Cecil’s query. "As ready as I can be... partner~!”

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I am a changed man, Night Vale

I can break the rules without the bloodloss, I swear! Here, I’ll say something not-nice: See? Irrefutable, friends!

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[misleading guarantee of services]

This message is brought to you by [insert sponsor here]

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“Hold still, I’m trying to help!”

“OUch! Stop that!” Cecil couldn’t stay still as he tried to pull loose. “I thought you were the one who set this trap! It says Strex right on the side of it!”

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“Don’t be silly, Cecil. StrexCorp uses crippling debt to keep people captive and in pain, not crippling… crippling.” Kevin wasn’t exactly the best person to be relying on to be free of pain and suffering but at the very least he wasn’t ‘hugging’ his Double while he has the opportunity. Yet. For now he hunkered down and hummed, tugging on the teeth of the contraption earning an unsettling jostle.

“How odd– this looks extremely outdated. There isn’t even a price-tag.” He yanked on the trap again with little regard for Cecil’s poor leg before sitting down. Kevin pulled out a bright yellow manual and flipped casually through it to see if there was some paperwork or protocol required. “Let’s see… I believe the serial number is listed in the order of pain. On a scale of one to ‘reverse birthing’ how much does it hurt?”

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“KEVIN!” Cecil yelped out as the contraption was jostled. Digging further into his ankle. Flinching as he tried to open up the jaws. He knew it was going to hurt. All he could think about was how much he still hated Strex and all they had tried to do to his little town.

“Can you please just figure out how to get this …. this thing off my leg…. it hurts….and I think it’s cutting off the blood to my foot.” The teeth had dug though and ruined his black slacks. Yelping again as he moved the trap. “Nnn…. i would say it’s a close third to reverse birthing….”

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“I’m working on it,” he warned in a ‘long day at the help desk’ tone as he flipped to the next page. God only knows what kind of devices would wager that much extreme pain to the point where it has to be on a giant list! After squinting at the pages he dropped the handbook so he could wipe his hands on his stained vest.

“.. Well it’s not anywhere there. So that means that it’s completely legal to remove without paperwork. Let’s see here. What was the saying in trade summer school? ‘If teeth give you a crush…” Kevin leaned in to set his palms on either side of the trap where the springs were. They were smooth hinges and seemed like something that would require a herculean effort to push down– or the raw strength of a humanoid that unlearned empathy.  He pressed his palms downward with a bit of strain in his tone. “…then just push the corners a bit *too much…*!”

CREAAAAK.

It was a very unpleasant grating sound and the trap’s teeth wobbled dangerously before the jaws opened up to free the radio host. Kevin himself wasn’t strong enough to fully reset the trap so he just had it pressed open with wobbling arms and gritted teeth.

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“Wait, are you trying to tell me if it was in the book you wouldn’t have removed it??” Cecil was in pain and starting to loose what little grip he had on his anger. it wasn’t often he got angry but when in pain that tended to hurry the process along. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Watching as Kevin started to lean over the trap. “What are you doing?” Cecil knew Kevin wasn’t that strong. He was his double…. Cecil held onto his leg as Kevin started to push.Gritting his teeth as the trap started to open and soon he was able to pull his leg out. “Careful Kevin. Just be careful.” His ankle hurt and he was going to have to use his boy scout knowledge to be able to bandage and splint his ankle. 

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Strex is life, Strex is love, Strex is law. An unfortunate reality that, even now, was something that anyone would have to deal with when it came to dealing with anyone from the Bluffs. One giant inescapable Picnic was more than enough to ruin a whole town’s mindset.

He didn’t respond to his double as Cecil freed himself. Mainly because he couldn’t. Kevin was delusional but he at least understood that being this close to the trap and pushing on it with his hands put himself in a difficult position. Maybe he should’ve used someone else’s hands.

This situation did have its morbid benefits; leaving him alone with this situation would finish the job of killing your Double. No more tattling to authority, sunshine, or weird PSAs involving teeth and capitalism and the only blame would be faulty outdated Strex property. As Kevin continued to be distracted with the trap and trying to keep it from snapping, kneeling down and eyes focused on the threat, he didn’t exactly have a say in the matter.

[cecilwtnvpalmer-deactivated2019]

“Hold still, I’m trying to help!”

“OUch! Stop that!” Cecil couldn’t stay still as he tried to pull loose. “I thought you were the one who set this trap! It says Strex right on the side of it!”

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“Don’t be silly, Cecil. StrexCorp uses crippling debt to keep people captive and in pain, not crippling… crippling.” Kevin wasn’t exactly the best person to be relying on to be free of pain and suffering but at the very least he wasn’t ‘hugging’ his Double while he has the opportunity. Yet. For now he hunkered down and hummed, tugging on the teeth of the contraption earning an unsettling jostle.

“How odd– this looks extremely outdated. There isn’t even a price-tag.” He yanked on the trap again with little regard for Cecil’s poor leg before sitting down. Kevin pulled out a bright yellow manual and flipped casually through it to see if there was some paperwork or protocol required. “Let’s see… I believe the serial number is listed in the order of pain. On a scale of one to ‘reverse birthing’ how much does it hurt?”

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“KEVIN!” Cecil yelped out as the contraption was jostled. Digging further into his ankle. Flinching as he tried to open up the jaws. He knew it was going to hurt. All he could think about was how much he still hated Strex and all they had tried to do to his little town.

“Can you please just figure out how to get this …. this thing off my leg…. it hurts….and I think it’s cutting off the blood to my foot.” The teeth had dug though and ruined his black slacks. Yelping again as he moved the trap. “Nnn…. i would say it’s a close third to reverse birthing….”

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“I’m working on it,” he warned in a ‘long day at the help desk’ tone as he flipped to the next page. God only knows what kind of devices would wager that much extreme pain to the point where it has to be on a giant list! After squinting at the pages he dropped the handbook so he could wipe his hands on his stained vest.

“.. Well it’s not anywhere there. So that means that it’s completely legal to remove without paperwork. Let’s see here. What was the saying in trade summer school? ‘If teeth give you a crush...” Kevin leaned in to set his palms on either side of the trap where the springs were. They were smooth hinges and seemed like something that would require a herculean effort to push down-- or the raw strength of a humanoid that unlearned empathy.  He pressed his palms downward with a bit of strain in his tone. “...then just push the corners a bit *too much...*!”

CREAAAAK.

It was a very unpleasant grating sound and the trap’s teeth wobbled dangerously before the jaws opened up to free the radio host. Kevin himself wasn’t strong enough to fully reset the trap so he just had it pressed open with wobbling arms and gritted teeth.

[unfulfilledvisceraspilled]

I do love eggs.

They are, by far, the most popular forms of children to digest. Healthy too!

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The radio PR team (Vanessa and I) would like me to inform you that the citizens of (New) Desert Bluffs do not eat babies regularly. I apologize for the misunderstanding!!

[unfulfilledvisceraspilled]

I do love eggs.

They are, by far, the most popular forms of children to digest. Healthy too!

[cecilwtnvpalmer-deactivated2019]

“Hold still, I’m trying to help!”

“OUch! Stop that!” Cecil couldn’t stay still as he tried to pull loose. “I thought you were the one who set this trap! It says Strex right on the side of it!”

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“Don’t be silly, Cecil. StrexCorp uses crippling debt to keep people captive and in pain, not crippling... crippling.” Kevin wasn’t exactly the best person to be relying on to be free of pain and suffering but at the very least he wasn’t ‘hugging’ his Double while he has the opportunity. Yet. For now he hunkered down and hummed, tugging on the teeth of the contraption earning an unsettling jostle.

“How odd-- this looks extremely outdated. There isn’t even a price-tag.” He yanked on the trap again with little regard for Cecil’s poor leg before sitting down. Kevin pulled out a bright yellow manual and flipped casually through it to see if there was some paperwork or protocol required. “Let’s see... I believe the serial number is listed in the order of pain. On a scale of one to ‘reverse birthing’ how much does it hurt?”

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It never occurred to me but if there is a new resident in New Desert Bluffs that came from Old Desert Bluffs, what do we call them? They aren’t an outsider. Maybe old...siders? Hm. We may have to have a poll...

[ask-nightvales-voice]

"What happened?!"

12. Extremely frustrated with a pair of chopsticks

“Nothing.” Cecil bit out. “Absolutely nothing.” 

“You would think that these would be easier to manipulate. But they just. Don’t. Work.”

The radio host punctuated each word with an attempted click with the chopsticks in his hand. Try as he might, he can’t make them stay put, or stay closed for more than a second.He gives the offending bits of wood a dark glare, aware of how silly he must look in the breakroom battling with his lunch. 

Not looking up, he directed his question to whomever was at his shoulder. “How do you make these things obey?!” 

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“… I see.” Oh goodness. An employee trying to be in charge. He leaned over Cecil, a clawed hand hovering overhead as if he were an after-school tutor. “Well let’s see here, friend… The best way to control something is to break an effigy of it with prolonged eye contact.” Cecil’s double, who smelled unnervingly metallic from his hobbies, reached into his pocket to feel around for his un-business card to see if he had anything to fight dead-nature with dead-nature.

However, when Cecil took another literal stab at his lunch, the wooden chopsticks wailed in alarm when they were raised.

‘NOOOOOO!! DON’T!! THE EYES!!’ Oh. Well that explains where the wood came from. To this day he couldn’t understand why his vest could be smart and stylish to the Whispering Forest yet they act so rude. Can’t question the majesty of nature even if it’s being outright rude. Its yelling did cause him to take a step back in automatic obedience. Old habits die hard.

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HEY IF YOU’RE AN ACTIVE NIGHT VALE BLOG IN 2018

PLEASE REBLOG OR LIKE THIS POST SO THAT I CAN FOLLOW ALL OF YOU LOVELIES!! ~~

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Side note, I’d be extra excited to see if there are still any active artists/content creators left in the fandom

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[[Art Offer for RPing Followers]]

[[Wanting to find some inspiration to draw but the WTNV RP community’s kind of quiet since I came back. If you’d be up for it, I’d love to get a reference for your headcanons so that I can draw them for you guys just as kind of a ‘thank you’ for all of the years of fun we’ve had. New and old people who’ve added me are all welcome. Just be a little patient with me because I’m kind of out of practice and want to practice new methods with each picture.

All that I ask are the following:

1. A reference. It could be a photo (even a cosplay), or anything you’ve been using to depict them. OCs are more than welcome as well as nonhumans. The best part about WTNV is the zany town with strange residents.

2. A sentence or two about why you added me. I really love feedback and I made my accounts (lovecomputerlovecomputer and tree-of-tmi as well) for the sake of entertaining people.

3. If you reblog my art of your headcanon then please tag my username, I could really use the exposure so I can play with new people.

Thank you for the years of fun and I hope that anyone new knows that they’re always welcome to approach with starters!]]

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We should have a Double Day. A day when we dress alike and we--

--what’s that? We already have that? Hm. Okay how about a Triplet Tuesday? So we can then take our Double and then we go back and--

--really?? Well. That’s a shame. I’ll come back when I have something fresh.

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WIP

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

Work is awesome! Work helps you pay your rent!

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I agree! And if you work hard enough you can rent anything in your rented home. Floors, walls, fabric, skinflaps... nothing’s off-limits.

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I certainly wish I was there!