Categories > Original > Romance > Requested Oneshots
(TW: SUICIDE, DRUG ABUSE, ALCOHOL ABUSE, DRUG OVERDOSE)
It had been well over two months since Carlos had been trapped in that the desert wasteland. The only thing that had kept Cecil from a pit of spiraling depression was his job and Kosheck, the cat he'd adopted that had been found floating in the men's bathroom at the radio station.
Now Cecil wasn't the type to drink before any of the Desert Bluffs incident or the Stryex attempted take over, but after work he would go home and drink himself to sleep, holding a picture of Carlos to his chest.
He missed his boyfriend. His perfect, wonderful Carlos. And the amount he worried about Carlos had brought on migraines, which the town's voodoo witch doctor gave him a medication for. He knew it was bad, but sometimes Cecil would forget when he took the medicine and would drink, leaving him getting sick in the bathroom.
Everything was getting worse and worse for Cecil, even though Night Vale was free of the smiling freaks and the so called 'Angels' were taking over Stryex. Cecil was alone now more than ever.
Before Carlos had came to Night Vale, Cecil didn't have anyone to possibly fall in love with, so he didn't feel lonely. And after Carlos came, he fell instantly in love.
And, after a year of pining for the scientist, they had their first date. And Cecil didn't know how he could possibly be more happy in his life. Until he moved in with Carlos, that is.
But now.....he was all alone. A sharp pain rang in his head, making him dizzy. With numb hands and blurry vision, he got out what looked like two of the family pills and took them, laying back on the couch with his arm ovre his eyes.
After half an hour of the awful, gut wrenching pain, it faded enough for Cecil to think. He just wanted the pain to stop.
Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was screaming at him not to do what he was about to, by he ignored it. He opened a new bottle of whiskey and sat on the couch, a piece of paper and a pen in his hands.
He wrote a note to Carlos, not sure if he'd ever get to read it. Tears were blurring his vision now as he folded the paper and grabbed his medication. He sat back on the couch and opend the bottle of pills, pouring them all in his hand.
It was a little hard to swallow them all at once, but with the burning whiskey chasing them, Cecil could hardly feel the pain in his throat. He took a few long drinks of whiskey before he closed the bottle, feeling sleepy.
He sits the bottle on his note to Carlos and lays back on the couch on his side, his arms numb against his chest. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.
Everything was black. But Cecil wasn't scared. He was finally able to sleep without the pain waking him.
The front door opened and a bright like filled the living room, a figured standing in it. Carlos stepped into the house, a delighted smiles on his face as he slammed the door shut on the light.
He looked around and saw Cecil sleeping on the couch. This is going to be the best surprise to wake up to ever.
As Carlos got closer to his sleeping boyfriend, he noticed Kosheck was sitting one Cecil's hip, a strangled, saving sounding meow ripping from the cat. Cecil didn't move to brush Kosheck off of him like he usually would.
That scared Carlos. He kneeled in front of Cecil's face shaking his shoulder to wake him up. Cecil didn't move. He didn't wake up.
Carlos pulls his ear to Cecil's chest, not hearing his pulse. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and a yellow pill bottle on the couch behind Cecil. "Cecil? Cecil please weak up. I'm home please walk up!" Carlos begged, on the verge of tears.
He grabbed Cecil's hand, seeing that his tattoos had gone gray atgains his skin before his tears fell. "Cecil I love you so much. Please don't do this to me." He sobbed.
On a last stitch effort, he pulled out his phone and dialed 911, panicking through his tears as he explained what was happening. He was told to give Cecil CPR, to keep his heart moving. That the voice of Night Vale wasn't allowed to die.
Carlos pulled Cecil onto the floor, crying as he he fell lifelessly on his lap. He was still warm, at least.
He rolled Cecil onto his back and started to give him CPR, not sure if it was actually going to work. As EMTs took over, Carlos was left on the couch as they wheeled Cecil out to the ambulance and sped to the hospital.
All Carlos could do now was hope and wait. He looked around him, patted Kosheck's head, and spotted a piece of paper understanding the bottle of whiskey.
He picked it up and unfolded it. It was a note from Cecil, his smooth handwriting stretching across the paper in purple ink.
'Carlos,
I love you so much. I'm sorry that I won't be here if or when you get home. Just ease know that this isn't your fault. It's mine.
I will always love you Carlos. Dead or alive. Please understand that I want you to keep living, knowing that. And please take care of Kosheck. I know you're allergic to him, but I'm sure he'll be upset without me.
I love you, and I'm sorry that I didn't say it enough when you were here. I love you. I love you more than life itself.
Goodbye, my sweet, perfect Carlos.
I love you.
-Cecil'
Kosheck jumped onto Carlos' lap, nudging his hand with his head. Carlos pet the sad cat, smile tears slipping down his face. He wanted to comfortable the cat, to tell hum that daddy Cecil was coming back, by he couldn't.
Because he wasn't sure if Cecil would be coming back or not
Hours later, his phone rang. It was the doctor who had been taking care of Cecil. At the word 'alive' Carlos jumped up, sending Kosheck falling to the ground.
With a quick apology to the cat, Carlos bolted out the front door and took his car to the hospital. It see me everyone in town was in the waiting room as he ran in. Dana touches his shoulder lightly, giving him a soft smile.
"Welcome home, hero." She said softly. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand be for the nurse showed him where his boyfriend was. He opened the door quietly.
Cecil was hooked up to all kinds of wires and tubes, but the song of his pulls on the heart monitor q as the most beautiful sound I the world to Carlos
He sat beside the bed and took Cecil's less wired hand, kissing the back of it. Cecil's eyes fluttered open, his purple eyes meeting Carlos' brown. They both teared up as Cecil touched Carlos' cheek. "You're back." He said softly, his voice rough.
Carlos kissed Cecil's palm. "So are you." He learned forward, kissing Cecil for the first time in months. Behind them, the town had gathered in the doorway and was watching. Their cheers made both Cecil and Carlos jump.
Cecil looked at Dana. "Could we have some privacy?" She nodded and shut the door.
Cecil opened his mouth to explain, but Carlos kiss him again. "Its okay. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here and alive and you WON'T be doing that to me again." Carlos' stressed, resting his head against Cecil's chest, hearing his heart beating.
He smiled as Cecil pulls his fingers through his hair. "I love you so much. And I'm going to say it every chance I get." Carlos said softly, rubbing his thumb over Cecil's hand.
Cecil sighed happily. "I love you Carlos." He smiled.
Carlos smiled at Cecil, kissing his cheeks, forehead, hair, nose and finally his lips. "I love you Cecil."
So I was going to let Cecil die, but I just couldn't. I cosplay Cecil so I have super feels for this ship.
I'm bummed that I can't really go to any cons till next year, so I'm keeping myself busy eith writing, commissions and cosplaying on omegle. If you guys wanna see me on omegle, I post what tags I'm under on my Instagram, which is JohnStrider18.
Also I am going to be filming a short CMV typish video next week and it will be on Nix Noon's Cosplay Corner on YouTube. I will possibly put a link to it on here and obviously it will be on tumblr, fb and instagram.
Until then, I hope y'all like the chapter and don't forget to R+R!
Hugs and Bulges,
-Lala
It had been well over two months since Carlos had been trapped in that the desert wasteland. The only thing that had kept Cecil from a pit of spiraling depression was his job and Kosheck, the cat he'd adopted that had been found floating in the men's bathroom at the radio station.
Now Cecil wasn't the type to drink before any of the Desert Bluffs incident or the Stryex attempted take over, but after work he would go home and drink himself to sleep, holding a picture of Carlos to his chest.
He missed his boyfriend. His perfect, wonderful Carlos. And the amount he worried about Carlos had brought on migraines, which the town's voodoo witch doctor gave him a medication for. He knew it was bad, but sometimes Cecil would forget when he took the medicine and would drink, leaving him getting sick in the bathroom.
Everything was getting worse and worse for Cecil, even though Night Vale was free of the smiling freaks and the so called 'Angels' were taking over Stryex. Cecil was alone now more than ever.
Before Carlos had came to Night Vale, Cecil didn't have anyone to possibly fall in love with, so he didn't feel lonely. And after Carlos came, he fell instantly in love.
And, after a year of pining for the scientist, they had their first date. And Cecil didn't know how he could possibly be more happy in his life. Until he moved in with Carlos, that is.
But now.....he was all alone. A sharp pain rang in his head, making him dizzy. With numb hands and blurry vision, he got out what looked like two of the family pills and took them, laying back on the couch with his arm ovre his eyes.
After half an hour of the awful, gut wrenching pain, it faded enough for Cecil to think. He just wanted the pain to stop.
Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was screaming at him not to do what he was about to, by he ignored it. He opened a new bottle of whiskey and sat on the couch, a piece of paper and a pen in his hands.
He wrote a note to Carlos, not sure if he'd ever get to read it. Tears were blurring his vision now as he folded the paper and grabbed his medication. He sat back on the couch and opend the bottle of pills, pouring them all in his hand.
It was a little hard to swallow them all at once, but with the burning whiskey chasing them, Cecil could hardly feel the pain in his throat. He took a few long drinks of whiskey before he closed the bottle, feeling sleepy.
He sits the bottle on his note to Carlos and lays back on the couch on his side, his arms numb against his chest. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.
Everything was black. But Cecil wasn't scared. He was finally able to sleep without the pain waking him.
The front door opened and a bright like filled the living room, a figured standing in it. Carlos stepped into the house, a delighted smiles on his face as he slammed the door shut on the light.
He looked around and saw Cecil sleeping on the couch. This is going to be the best surprise to wake up to ever.
As Carlos got closer to his sleeping boyfriend, he noticed Kosheck was sitting one Cecil's hip, a strangled, saving sounding meow ripping from the cat. Cecil didn't move to brush Kosheck off of him like he usually would.
That scared Carlos. He kneeled in front of Cecil's face shaking his shoulder to wake him up. Cecil didn't move. He didn't wake up.
Carlos pulls his ear to Cecil's chest, not hearing his pulse. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and a yellow pill bottle on the couch behind Cecil. "Cecil? Cecil please weak up. I'm home please walk up!" Carlos begged, on the verge of tears.
He grabbed Cecil's hand, seeing that his tattoos had gone gray atgains his skin before his tears fell. "Cecil I love you so much. Please don't do this to me." He sobbed.
On a last stitch effort, he pulled out his phone and dialed 911, panicking through his tears as he explained what was happening. He was told to give Cecil CPR, to keep his heart moving. That the voice of Night Vale wasn't allowed to die.
Carlos pulled Cecil onto the floor, crying as he he fell lifelessly on his lap. He was still warm, at least.
He rolled Cecil onto his back and started to give him CPR, not sure if it was actually going to work. As EMTs took over, Carlos was left on the couch as they wheeled Cecil out to the ambulance and sped to the hospital.
All Carlos could do now was hope and wait. He looked around him, patted Kosheck's head, and spotted a piece of paper understanding the bottle of whiskey.
He picked it up and unfolded it. It was a note from Cecil, his smooth handwriting stretching across the paper in purple ink.
'Carlos,
I love you so much. I'm sorry that I won't be here if or when you get home. Just ease know that this isn't your fault. It's mine.
I will always love you Carlos. Dead or alive. Please understand that I want you to keep living, knowing that. And please take care of Kosheck. I know you're allergic to him, but I'm sure he'll be upset without me.
I love you, and I'm sorry that I didn't say it enough when you were here. I love you. I love you more than life itself.
Goodbye, my sweet, perfect Carlos.
I love you.
-Cecil'
Kosheck jumped onto Carlos' lap, nudging his hand with his head. Carlos pet the sad cat, smile tears slipping down his face. He wanted to comfortable the cat, to tell hum that daddy Cecil was coming back, by he couldn't.
Because he wasn't sure if Cecil would be coming back or not
Hours later, his phone rang. It was the doctor who had been taking care of Cecil. At the word 'alive' Carlos jumped up, sending Kosheck falling to the ground.
With a quick apology to the cat, Carlos bolted out the front door and took his car to the hospital. It see me everyone in town was in the waiting room as he ran in. Dana touches his shoulder lightly, giving him a soft smile.
"Welcome home, hero." She said softly. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand be for the nurse showed him where his boyfriend was. He opened the door quietly.
Cecil was hooked up to all kinds of wires and tubes, but the song of his pulls on the heart monitor q as the most beautiful sound I the world to Carlos
He sat beside the bed and took Cecil's less wired hand, kissing the back of it. Cecil's eyes fluttered open, his purple eyes meeting Carlos' brown. They both teared up as Cecil touched Carlos' cheek. "You're back." He said softly, his voice rough.
Carlos kissed Cecil's palm. "So are you." He learned forward, kissing Cecil for the first time in months. Behind them, the town had gathered in the doorway and was watching. Their cheers made both Cecil and Carlos jump.
Cecil looked at Dana. "Could we have some privacy?" She nodded and shut the door.
Cecil opened his mouth to explain, but Carlos kiss him again. "Its okay. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here and alive and you WON'T be doing that to me again." Carlos' stressed, resting his head against Cecil's chest, hearing his heart beating.
He smiled as Cecil pulls his fingers through his hair. "I love you so much. And I'm going to say it every chance I get." Carlos said softly, rubbing his thumb over Cecil's hand.
Cecil sighed happily. "I love you Carlos." He smiled.
Carlos smiled at Cecil, kissing his cheeks, forehead, hair, nose and finally his lips. "I love you Cecil."
So I was going to let Cecil die, but I just couldn't. I cosplay Cecil so I have super feels for this ship.
I'm bummed that I can't really go to any cons till next year, so I'm keeping myself busy eith writing, commissions and cosplaying on omegle. If you guys wanna see me on omegle, I post what tags I'm under on my Instagram, which is JohnStrider18.
Also I am going to be filming a short CMV typish video next week and it will be on Nix Noon's Cosplay Corner on YouTube. I will possibly put a link to it on here and obviously it will be on tumblr, fb and instagram.
Until then, I hope y'all like the chapter and don't forget to R+R!
Hugs and Bulges,
-Lala
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