believeinasmilingcecil:
At every word that flew from Carlos’ mouth, the god’s laugh grew and grew. Soon, it echoed off of the studio walls with such fury, it rattled the glass in its frame.
[You h o n e s t l y expect to U N D O this?] He guffawed, jerking Cecil’s head back in another convulsing bark.
The host simply waited for his resident deity to take a beat, and tapped his temple. “Smiles. Step out. Can’t we at least talk to him separately? I’d rather not have you break my neck in your attempt to look intimidating.”
This seemed to give the god adequate pause, and his laugh slowed to a hissing crawl. [As you w i s h, P a l m e r.]
All at once, Cecil’s body dipped forward. A glowing form emerged from his back, as if taking off a radio host shaped outfit, and came to stand next to him, adjusting a golden tie and beaming all too brightly at the scientist before him.
[B e t t e r?]
Carlos had to cover his ears as the laugh echoed, but he stood his ground still. He allowed the smiling god to seem to split from Cecil. it was very obviously a temporary freedom, but even in that moment the poor scientist instinctively tried to tug Cecil away from him, or at the very least hold him to try and protect from the parasite.
So the current standings were that Carlos was holding Cecil somewhat protectively, pushing aside any discomfort he had at the moment, and the smiling god was only watching. So everyone’s favorite scientist only turned to glare at whatever figure was left, genuine anger and hatred filling his gaze.
“I don’t expect for a way to undo it, not when it comes to some… Some false god!” he snapped, pointing his device directly at the glowing figure. Even if he wasn’t sure what it did, it at least looked intimidating, right? “You, and all of StrexCorp, you had no business here in Night Vale! You had no reason to come here!”
…Were those tears in his eyes already?
