#i love writing kaspwr being a smug little asshole

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

28 and/or 35 :O

*stares* OK SO I WAS GOING TO WAIT FOR THW MORN BUT.... i did it. I COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD ONE FOR 28 (my apologies) but here's 35, "I believe I can be of some help here", taking place during 156!

(small tw for talk of time and.... time related existentialism ig? Idk, pretty much the same stuff talked about in 156)

Time in Night Vale was normal now. Time in Night Vale had been normal for a few months now, but things didn't get easier. If anything, the dread of a time limit was only getting worse. This was especially the case for Charlie Bair, weekday shift manager at the Ralph's. He always wanted to be a ghost, but that was back when he, like many others, thought he had infinite time.

It was a regular weekday at the Ralph's, and Charlie Bair was pacing slowly around the shop. He couldn't get his mind off of how every minute he spent in the Ralphs is a minute he would never get back. He leaned against a shelf of leftover wheat free bread and sighed, shaking his head, as what he had said to Cecil popped back into his mind. "Every minute spent is a minute lost." He repeated under his breath, until he noticed he wasn't alone.

"I believe I can be of service here." Came a cheerful voice from beside Charlie, causing him to turn around. The man now in front of him was short. He had 2 antennae and 2 inhuman ears sticking out through his hair, but the two things that stood out the most was the man's bright red cape, and the fact that Charlie did not recognize this man.

"INTERLOPER!" He shouted, jumping away from the man and pointing at him aggressively. The man only chuckled in response.

"Not quite, buddy!" The man's already wide, fanged smile grew even wider as he spoke. "I'm here to help!" Charlie raised an eyebrow, before raising his arm back up to point at the man. But as soon as he went to continue shouting at the interloper, he continued. "Don't you listen to the radio?" The man chuckled again, shaking his head. "I am Kasper Rhodes, president of the Quality Cyborg Corporation! Again buddy, I'm here to help!" As Kasper spoke his name, it all came to Charlie. This was the man Cecil spoke of on the radio, the man offering a second chance, an opportunity to live forever.

After a few minutes of Charlie staring at Kasper somewhat dumbfounded, he continued. "I am offering you an opportunity, Charlie. A wonderful opportunity! You want to live forever, and I am here to provide that for you!" Kasper laughed, his cheerfulness not dwindling in the slightest. "For a price, of course." His voice lowered, as his cheerful look shifted to one of smugness for a brief moment. He then held out a hand to Charlie. "$10,000 flat, no refunds! What do you say, buddy? Deal?" Charlie grabbed Kasper's hand rather roughly, and shook it aggressively. Finally, no more time limit.