#wtnvau!

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 2 [Appleradio]

Good morning, listeners. Your good friend Alastor is here once again. Today you may forgive me for not being on my usual high spirits, for I find myself rather annoyed.

But Alastor, I know you must be asking. What could possibly annoy the always friendly and law abiding radio host that we know and love? That doesn't sound like you at all! I know, I know, I am nothing if not patient, dear listener, but even I have my limits. There are certain things in this world that must not be tolerated.

That weird static is there again. Please ignore it.

Unfortunately, until that weird static calms down, I am afraid that I will have to keep the suspense alive. For now, let's start today with our favorite piece of news: the obituary!

It seems that last night the old man Jenkins has finally passed away. This morning his neighbors were congregated around his house, in front of the open door. It was a disaster inside, you could see it even from the street, like a hurricane had stopped by and stayed a bit longer than planned. Tragic, absolutely tragic. Jenkings was a tolerable member of this community who we all could more or less remember clearly.

If only his own curiosity wasn't getting the best of him. That was always one of his biggest flaws, whether he would admit it or not. And his imagination, my! He had a bit too many, especially after just a few beers in the local pub. Oh, I know that those who were there know exactly what I am talking about.

Babblering on and on about all these strange and unexplicable murders that happened in our town. Talking about how once this was a pacific and normal place where everyone could feel safe. Truly delirious, that poor man. I almost felt pity siting next to him and hearing his incoherent conspiracy theories. He was convinced that someone in our precious and wise community could be the responsible for those deaths! I could not believe my ears when I hear it.

He even said he had some kind of proof that he was planning to give some friend reporter. But I am sure that if someone were to have a look all over his house, like that hurricane seem to have done, they wouldn't have found anything at all out of the ordinary.

So, clearly, that man was just suffering of some kind of brain tumor that was pushing against whatever rational thinkings he had left after a lifetime of wasting away being a parasyte for society. Quite pitiful.

Of course I had to help him out get home. What kind of monster I would be if I left someone so obviously unwell to go completely on their own at the mercy of the night? Obviously I don't mean it for anyone in our town.

But there are beasts out there who won't stop no matter how much you beg. Creatures that feed on your screams and laugh on the face of your demise. Things that no sane mind could ever hope to comprehend.

I am talking about raccoons, if it wasn't clear enough. Those damn monsters have been making a disaster out of everyone's garbage lately. So this is your friendly reminder to please lock up your garbage tight and keep it close, where it should have stayed in the first place. Don't share no matter how much you want to make a conversation out of it, like some other people could. Some things are best left unsaid.

After a lovely conversation about the stock market, I was off my way. For any police officer who may be listening right now, Husk, first of all, fix your hair, you shouldn't be judging anyone with a hair that messy. Second of all, how about lay it off with the donuts? If you want a heart attack so badly, goodness me… you just have to ask.

Indeed, everyone is going to miss old man Jenking. If I may give an advice, save the ink on the wanted posters. There are dogs who would appreciate the attention so much more and it would be infinitely more productive. At least with the dog there is a possibility to find them.

Unless a raccoon got them. But who would want to hurt the best friend of men, right, listeners? Only if they barked at the wrong moment, I suppose, bringing unwanted attention when it's the least convenient for everyone else. But they tend to be smarter than that. Beasts know to bow down when a bigger predator is around, after all.

The family of old man Jenking haven't officially dennounced his death yet, so I guess this is kind of a spoiler? I imagine it will take around a week for the idea to fully sink in. Someone could probably accelarate the process by showing what was left of our dear old pal. If only something was left in order to do that.

Please, forgive me if I laugh a little too much. I just keep thinking of an old joke I heard one time, one that has nothing to do with what I am talking about right now. I can't help it. Oh, but you wouldn't get it, dear listener. You should have been there.

Ah. I did needed that pick me up. I think I am on a better mood now to relay to you what soured my morning. After I do, I do hope you understand my state of mind.

I was on my way to the station when I remembered, silly me, that I forgot to buy something for lunch. I had a bunch of new meat to prepare, but nothing to accompany it! I was thinking so much about that old joke that it completely slipped my mind. Naturally I went to the supermarket and there, right there, in front of the dairy products, was the single most offensive view I have ever seen on my life.

He was a tiny man. Minuscule even. Such a small being that I could probably hold it on my pocket and squish it until his eyes pop out. Even at a distance I could see that his head wouldn't even reach my own chest. What kind of man lets himself be so small and vulnerable? Don't you have any dignity or it doesn't fit inside that microscopic frame? At least use some heels, women do it all the time!

So that was the first insult, dear listener.

But then this tiny man took out the sun hat that he was wearing and his hair was so stupid that I wanted to vomit right there. Yes, listener, as you heard! So stupid, shiny and silky, as if nobody in this town has anything better to do than to stare in awe and imagine what would it be like to caress it with your fingers. What a grostque display of vanity! How is that even allowed in public? Who gave this tiny man the right to have that stupid perfect hair? Second insult!

Oh, if only had ended there, dear listener. Maybe then that could have been just an unpleasant memory and it could be it. But he wasn't alone, you see. He was talking with that clerk with an eye patch that says "my creepy comments" on here are hilarious. I think her name was Cherri? I don't know what she means by that, but as long someone appreciate my work I guess they can't be that bad. I might even forgive her for what she did next.

She presented us! Right there! With no warning or preparation prior! Because I talked about that damn new toy maker that just moved to town on the last episode, she thought she was doing me a favor by just telling me that this tiny man with the stupid hair was that toy maker all along.

The one time that the youth decide to pay attention to what I say and this is what I get!

Lucifer Morningstar, said his name was. Have you ever heard about anything more pretentious than that? I seriously doubt that is his real name at all. Husk, if you ever want to do anything useful in your life, you should check on that. Someone with that hair and that tiny body and those big stupid blue eyes could never have a name like that. It can't be real. The feeling in my gut is telling me so.

And he said that oh, I was just getting to know the town and everyone told me about you. Oh, and are you really the radio host of this town? And oh, that must be so fun and your job must be great! Oh, I will have to take a listen sometime!

He just wouldn't stop! I wanted to grab him by the collar of his shirt and shake him until he felt as dizzy as I was getting listening to him! I would shake the answer out of him if I had to!

WHY IS YOUR SMILE SO WHITE!? WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?! I KNOW YOU MUST BE HIDING SOMETHING. NOBODY IS THAT NICE AND PERFECT!

AND CAN SOMEONE DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT STUPID STATIC ALREADY, I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF HERE.

Oh-oh.

FUCK!"

"Apologies, dear listeners. We seem to have an sudden power outage. Luckily we have back up power regenerators while the fusebox is getting repaired. It seems to have exploded out of nowhere for no apparent reason at all. How completely unrelated to anything we were talking about here.

I had time to calm down now. I am good. Just don't pay any mind to the red splatters outside of the building, I am sure it's nothing. Maybe some teenager's new graffity or something as inocuous as that. That would explain the abandoned shoes I had no time to pick up.

Anyway, I think I didn't even finish my story, did I? Well, after that very horrible and disgusting encounter, "Lucifer", if that is even his real name, said that he was looking forward to opening the toy store with some of his new inventions real soon.

Clearly a money laundering scheme. Husk, look it up. Why it has to be me the one to tell you to do your job?

I think we all learned a lesson today, dear listener. Some things are best left unsaid and sometimes people should stay on their own towns and not comes to new places to talk with new people who didn't ask for them to be there. Sometimes change can stay unchanged. Sometimes change can be bad and quite upsetting. Why would you wanna risk it?

Ah.

Now, the weather…"

[simplynightvale]

Branching out to include posts that could come from a Nightvale in an alternate universe!

the CDC has declared THE MIASMA harmless after extensive research by Subway Fresh™ scientists. “if THE MIASMA were dangerous,” say researchers, “no one would be able to Eat Fresh™ this summer”

[nerdowritesthings]

It's gonna get weird.

Okay guys its gonna get weird, bear with me.

I was thinking about a Nightvale/Marvel AU.

Like... okay,

Steven Rogers, is your humble radio host, relaying the town news and the dangers of the day, with a huge dose of what his scientist boyfriend is up to.

Tony, Steve's scientist boyfriend, is more than happy to listen to and participate in his boyfriend's show.

Bucky Barnes is the Radio host from across the way (Kevin) who's town is being overrun by HYDRA (StrexCorp)

Station Management, a.k.a everyone knows your name is Nick Fury so why hide it?, runs and monitors the station Steve works for.

The Faceless Redhead that sometimes watches you read books is not actually in the corner, don't look, your eyes will lie.

Sam Wilson, the chef, comes onto Steve's show sometimes, they went to high school together, but Sam disappeared halfway through. There's some... unresolved tension there.

Clint Barton (You know, The Farmer?) Says that the large snake living in his well would very much like to go home.

Harley Keener warned us all about the Library, but no one listened. Several children have gone missing, and Harley is organizing a search party as we speak, dear listeners.

Steve's new Intern, Peter, seems to be much more resilient than the interns before, and has successfully completed the Coffee Run, a celebratory dinner will be held at Central Park.

There is a sentient cloud about town, calling itself Jarvis, nobody dares speak to the cloud, all except Beautiful Tony with his doe eyes. Steve worries about his boyfriend.

Old Woman Peggy says that she can see angels, though they have no features, they are all named Sharon. They help Old Woman Peggy with her groceries, and clip coupons.

The man with the wire rimmed glasses seems to know all, but doesn't speak. Only observes. What mysteries lie beneath those clear frames? We may never know.

Former Intern-Turned Mayor, Wanda, is keeping very tight lipped about her upcoming campaign, though that may just be the Town Elders following her around and humbling everything she says into a nonsensical stream of sounds.

Stephen and Reed are helping Tony to better understand the otherworld he has somehow found himself entrapped in, Steve misses him so. But they've recently built the cell towers that are letting Tony broadcast his signal enough to reach Steve. They have phone calls every night.

Bruce Banner, and his Hulk, are currently on the run for the 'accidental,' murder of one Thaddeus Ross. No one will miss Ross, the Sheriff's Secret Police would like to indoctrinate Banner into their Ranks. Keep up the good work Bruce.

So, this is as far as I got right now. I may expand on this, I don't know. I really like this kooky idea, so look out for possibilities.

[believeintheruin]

A Welcome to Night Vale au for Saiou. Just Radio host Ouma and Detective Saihara...

[nerdowritesthings]

#Dear Listeners.

So, here's your dose of weird, kookiness. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!!!

The Winter Soldier's broadcast breaks through a few times, each time it seems there is a different person on the line.

The youngest sounding one, the one filled with joy and charm, is named Bucky, and playfully ribs Steve when they cross channels.

The middle one, James, sounds scared, terrified and scattered, thoughts all over the place in a way that is barely coherent. He insists his name is James, and he clings to Steve's voice when their channels cross. Steve is afraid for James, whose small town is being overrun by a company called HYDRA.

The third, most devoid, and frankly terrifying, is The Winter Soldier. The man seems emotionless, no fear, no playfulness. Just a low voice over a radio broadcast telling you to Hail Hydra, and the threat is only thinly veiled. Cut off one head, two more shall appear… before drifting off into muttered and dark Russian. Steve fears this version. Fears the promises in his voice.

Station Management (A.K.A. Everyone Knows you're Nick Fury) gets taken over for a brief time, by a man named Alexander Pierce. Steve doesn't like Pierce, hates how he is suddenly censored, barred from talking about everyones (his) favorite scientist. Hates how Alexander suddenly inserts himself and his own host. It feels like an invasion to his person.

There is recognition in The Winter Soldier's eyes when they first meet, one that is quickly wiped away by a mask of hollowness. The man doesn't smile, doesn't do anything unless given explicit permission from Pierce.

Something, Steve isn't sure what the *thing* was, attacked his bird, dear listeners. In the bathroom. The thing that HYDRA dumped off when they had tried to take over the station. It attacks RedWing, and Steve wants retribution. Wants it gone. Out of his station. His station buddy, his little bird. (Granted he couldn't really touch him, due to the razor sharp talons and spikes that sometimes shoot out of the bird's wings, but that's his little guy. *His.*)

HYDRA falls with the help of Sharon, the Not Angels that help Old Woman Peggy with her day to day life.

Steve isn't supposed to remember how Sharon, who is definitely not an Angel, helped him to defeat the the invaders. Isn't supposed to remember how it felt to share some of the immense power, that seemed to radiate from the being. He is definitely *not* supposed to report on it.

Life resumes, as normal as ever before, listeners. Harley Keener has successfully completed both Summer Reading Programs, and has been honored by Mayor Wanda Maximoff. The Library can be heard screeching at night now, and several small pets have been snatched up by dark tentacle-like fingers around the area. There has been no official word yet as to whether or not these two things are related, but we here at the station highly doubt it listeners.

Intern Peter has returned! His Aunt May was there to greet him when the doors to the Tower finally opened once again. He was, relatively unharmed, but seems to be able to stick to things, much like a spider. Tony has happily answered any questions, and is delighted to hear from so many of our dear listeners.

Tony is now able to manifest himself, with the help of another one of his science machines, listeners. Holographically, Tony is appearing next to him in the studio, with his own cup of holographic coffee. His goatee is trimmed to *perfection,* listeners, and Steve finds himself reaching through the blue image far too often.

Soon, Tony promised, soon he will be able to come home, with all new and exciting findings from the otherworld he found himself in. Soon.

And now, the weather…

So there it is. We have a little Bucky action here. I'll try to focus on Sam here soon, and let me know if you have questions! Hope you enjoyed!!!!