“Oh yes! Desert Bluffs, a visitor has came to town, I can’t believe I almost forgot to mention that. Coincidentally enough, he wandered right into my little station. A situation like this is quite the pickle, huh? Disgusting and leaving a sour taste in your mouth… Of course, I can not entertain both all of you and my guest. So could you all just. Hold on a second? Ahem, without further ado, I take you to, the weather.” 

Blood staining the wood and glass, and dripping from the desk. Viscera shredded and scattered, glistening in the red and yellow lighting. Teeth scattered about the floor and stuck into parts of the walls, like shrapnel. 

A radio booth.

Kevin pressed down on the button for the weather with a happy hum, bringing down his headphones to lay about his neck, flashing a… smile? Yes. A smile. A terrifying, nightmare-inducing, ghastly smile. A smile to send cold fear down to to the very bones that Kevin desired. And everything around them, too. 

“Helloooooo~” He dragged out the end of the word in a sing-song, faux-friendly tone, leaning forward on his shoes. Obsidian black eyes looked over his prey- er, guest, with intrigue. 

“Tell me, what brings you the Bluffs?”