Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Categories: Fluff, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Domestic
Length: Medium (2220 words)
Warnings: Mild violence
Author on DW cricketmask
Author Website: patho
With his own two eyes Carlos has observed a house that empirically doesn’t exist. He’s never seen a quantum particle, but his computer models and lab readouts reassure him of their presence. Cecil – lovely and wonderful and strange Cecil – is comforting and solid in every way…except in Carlos’ peripheral vision, when his edges waver as though the lack of direct observation has left him unsure of what shape he should be.
It means absolutely nothing, to see a thing in Night Vale.
And angel that may or may not be real. Senses that may or may not count. A town that may or may not be a man. (Or perhaps, a man that may or may not be a town?) A cantaloupe that may or may not be sentient. The Voice of Night Vale, who may or may not be thirty-four. Carlos, who may still be an outsider. Or maybe not.
a love song for schrödinger encapsulates Night Vale's vaguely sinister yet bewitchingly quirky weirdness in a neat little two-thousand word package. For anyone wanting a taste of what Night Vale is like without jumping headlong into the podcast itself, this fic is a clever little aperitif to whet your appetite. It mixes canon with headcanon, as much of Welcome to Night Vale's fanfiction is admittedly wont to do, but inoffensively, the author's interpretations of WtNV's open ended-ness enriching the canon's natural flavor as opposed to overwhelming it.
For anyone already jugular-deep in WtNV, this fic is a tasty little morsel from Carlos' perspective, having already adjusted to the charming town with its daily horrors, and as always, discovering the world around him in new and (occasionally) dangerous ways.
a love song for schrödinger