A/N: I didn't have time for edits with school and all. Bear with me.

The desk vibrated as Cecil's phone buzzed. Cecil ignored it as he continued to give out the last annoucements.

". . .So if you want Pizza, better not go to the burnt down shell of Peter's Pizzeria. The last standing joint is now Rico's. No one does a slice like Big Rico. No one."

His phone buzzed more. Cecil finished his show and pushed his headphones off so that the fell onto the desk.

He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his texts.

Two new messages the screen read. The first of which was from a " "

Cecil, there will be another group of scientists arriving here tomorrow morning. If you want to be there to get anything for your show, then by law I have to let you. Go screw yourself.

-Mayor Pamela Winchell

"Aw, that's sweet of her to text me!" Cecil said delighted.

The second was from a "JERK JERK JERK" which he promptly deleted.

"Well that sounds like fun." Cecil said remembering the last time a scientist cam and got so worked up he pulled out a third of his beard and began to foam at the mouth. "Scientist are great fun."

Cecil Stood up and stretched and then walked over to a staircase and climbed the stairs slowly, walking up two flights even though there were only two stories. He walked up to a huge window, in front of which was a comfy purple chair. Cecil walked over and sat in it with a sigh and simply gazed out of the window over nightvale with adoration in his eyes.

He sat there all night and never showed any signs of just sat there.

At ten till six his phone buzzed and he leapt from his chair and walked back downstairs humming Buddy Holly tunes.

"Donovan!" Cecil yelled. A boy with sandy blond hair and an overall grumpy expression was just entering the building.

"What." He said frowning. "It's like six in the morning. Why do I have to be here."

"An interview. You'll take notes, won't you?" Cecil asked brushing off his shoulders for him. Donovan flinched. "Sure." he mumbled, turning and heading outside.

Cecil turned and knocked on station managements door twice.

"I need to go do an interview for the show. Is that okay?" Cecil asked. A letter shot out immediately,

It merely said "Granted" Cecil smiled and left the building, walking briskly down the sidewalk talking to Donovan who was determinedly ignoring his every word.

He finally saw. Mayor Pamela Winchell at the bus stop greeting many Scientists.

"Ah! There's the Mayor Winchell. Beat us again! She's a puntical thing, isn't she?" Cecil said. Donovan rolled his eyes.

Pamela spotted them and rolled her eyes as well.

"I believe some other people are here for an interview." She said almost apologetically. The team of ten scientists looked over at them, and some waved. Cecil waved back happily, grabbing Donovans arm to keep him up to pace.

Cecil went to shaking their hands. Three of them were girls, but other than that they were men. A blond, a ginger with a scottish accent, a bald black scientist, a scientist with curly hair that was pulled back into a long ponytail, a dark skinned scientist with lovely hair and glasses, a scientist with hair that hung over his eyes partially, and more. Cecil shook all of their hands before jumping into his questions.

"I'm Cecil, the towns radio show host. May I ask, where you come from?"

"Uh, hi, I'm Troy. We've been all over, really. . . we came from illinois just now, we were working on a crazy fish mutation." He said almost darkly.

Cecil frowned. "Fish?"

"Yeah," Troy repeated. "They had weird growths. It was nuts."

Cecil looked to the Mayor to Donovan confused.

"What are fish. . .?" He mumbled, though no one heard him.

"We have the charts on the growths if you want to see them," the curly haired scientist said.

"Uh. . . that all right. What brings you here, may I ask?" Cecil said moving on. The dark skinned scientist answered him.

"Hi, Carlos. We're here on reports of crazy things happening." He said pulling forth his clipboard and looking it over. "Things like missing children who reappear years later without aging, men in black hoods, unexplainable lights in the night, lots of crazy stuff." He said looking up at Cecil. "Have you noticed any of these?" Cecil blinked, "Yeah, I suppose. At least the children show up safe and sound. And the hooded figures don't bother anyone mostly. And the lights are truly spectacular some nights." Cecil said, a little mesmerized by the scientists dark eyes. Carlos frowned at him.

"That doesn't strike you as the least bit odd?"

"Well, sometimes the children come back without faces, and it's a little strange I suppose." Carlos blinked. ". . .What. . ."

"Oh my god, your tattoo moved." a short haired female scientist gasped. Carlos looked at an eye tattoo on Cecils arm. It's gaze shifted ever so slightly. Carlos exhaled softly. "Could I. . .?" Cecil held out his arm to him, confused.

Carlos examined the moving tattoo with wide eyes.

"That's incredible!" He said.

And Cecil fell in love instantly.