I don't think it's hell, [he starts, though he realizes he has no empirical data to prove that. He just doesn't think it is, and that's as good a hypothesis to start with as any. He's heard a lot of theories already, the most prominent one being that this is a dream of some kind. He isn't ready to discount any of it, but there is so much here that reminds him of Night Vale that... it makes him wonder about Night Vale.
Carlos takes some comfort in the presence of the little deer, mostly because of the cute way it's leaning up against him. He continues to pet it. At least it is not trying to haul him around telekinetically.
The smirk is not the most disconcerting thing Carlos has ever seen. That might still belong to the Erikas.]
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Carlos takes some comfort in the presence of the little deer, mostly because of the cute way it's leaning up against him. He continues to pet it. At least it is not trying to haul him around telekinetically.
The smirk is not the most disconcerting thing Carlos has ever seen. That might still belong to the Erikas.]
Does it matter that I'm new?