The Messenger, by Impractical Beekeeping (PG)
Fandom: WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE
Pairing: Gen, refs to Cecil/Carlos and OFC/OMC
Length: ~2,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: works on AO3
Warnings: Cockroaches
Notes: Set during “Subway” (ep. 29)
Why this must be read:
I first read this story at nightvalefic.tumblr.com, which has since disappeared; I am extremely glad that it made it onto the Archive of Our Own.
When Coruscating Green, the unlikely heroine, is caught up in the events of “Subway,” she sets off in search of sanctuary and enlightenment, only to find that her actions may also be serving a higher purpose.
She looks up into eyes upon eyes, magnified and multiplied by her own faceted vision. The figure is dark and light and silent and singing. It smells like joy and terror. She starts to scuttle away, to hide herself from its burning regard, but it extrudes an appendage (arm/leg/wing) and scoops her up.
No.
But I...What am I to do?
It laughs, or perhaps it weeps. It thrums beneath her desperate claws.
You Are The Message, it conveys. You Will Be Delivered.
Like canon, this fic puts bizarre characters in a deranged scenario and then punches you right in the feels. I was crying happy tears at the end of this one, no lie.
“The Messenger” on AO3; fanart attached to AO3 entry
Pairing: Gen, refs to Cecil/Carlos and OFC/OMC
Length: ~2,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: works on AO3
Warnings: Cockroaches
Notes: Set during “Subway” (ep. 29)
Why this must be read:
I first read this story at nightvalefic.tumblr.com, which has since disappeared; I am extremely glad that it made it onto the Archive of Our Own.
When Coruscating Green, the unlikely heroine, is caught up in the events of “Subway,” she sets off in search of sanctuary and enlightenment, only to find that her actions may also be serving a higher purpose.
She looks up into eyes upon eyes, magnified and multiplied by her own faceted vision. The figure is dark and light and silent and singing. It smells like joy and terror. She starts to scuttle away, to hide herself from its burning regard, but it extrudes an appendage (arm/leg/wing) and scoops her up.
No.
But I...What am I to do?
It laughs, or perhaps it weeps. It thrums beneath her desperate claws.
You Are The Message, it conveys. You Will Be Delivered.
Like canon, this fic puts bizarre characters in a deranged scenario and then punches you right in the feels. I was crying happy tears at the end of this one, no lie.
“The Messenger” on AO3; fanart attached to AO3 entry