History TearJerker / WelcomeToNightVale

* When Cecil [[spoiler: is bought by someone in "Auction"]]. We don't know who did it, or why it only took one bid...but Cecil is absolutely terrified at the end, and while he wishes he knew who did it, would just settle for somebody making him feel better at that point.

* Cecils terrified voice in 19B upon seeing the other radio station.

* Cecil's absolute terror and despair when management [[spoiler: finally opens their doors and roams the radio station hunting for him]] in episode 36. Poor guy's on the verge of tears.

* "Some of us are not here. We leave space for them."

* Cecil's absolute terror and despair when management [[spoiler: finally opens their doors and roams the radio station hunting for him]] in episode 3. Poor guy's on the verge of tears.

* "Megan loves computer. Computer simulates love for Megan." OH GOD THE FEELS.

-->[["AloofOlderBrother I wish my brother would be proud of me..."]]

-->"My mom seems really proud of me, too! She hid from me for ''three days'', the longest time ever! ... [[AloofOlderBrother I wish my brother would be proud of me..."]]

-->"My mom seems really proud of me, too! She hid from me for ''three days'', the longest time ever!"

* As of [[WhamEpisode episode 32]], [[spoiler:Old Woman Josie's angel friends have inexplicably left Night Vale. She's not happy about it in the slightest]].

** "I can't. I'm still holding the trophy."

* This troper feels especially bad for Scoutmaster Harlan, who [[spoiler: is taken away by the children in "Eternal Scouts".]] The last thing we hear from him? "We could have had something, Cecil." To add salt to the wound, this is the one thing Cecil has to say about it:
--> I hope that he continues to be both proud and terrified in whichever new reality he finds himself. I think often about the last moments with him, and the things that were said.

--> There is a car. It's not in Night Vale, or even in the desert which cradles our little town. It's out somewhere, beyond that. There are many cars there, but I'm speaking only about one- blue, squarish, with tires and windows and an engine that works most of the time. A woman is driving it, and she is also glancing whenever she can at the child in the passenger seat. He is a child, but he is 15. You understand. She is glancing at him, but she is not saying anything, and ''he'' is not saying anything either. She wants to cry or she wants to push him out of the car. Or, she wants to go back in time and insist on using a condom. Only she would never do that. She wouldn't change any of this, really. Not for all the money, piles of money, some of it defunct money from defunct and absent governments. She wouldn't give ''any'' of this back. So she drives her car, blue, squarish, with tires and windows and an engine that works most of the time. And she glances at the 15-year old child, and neither of them speaks.
* ''The Whispering Forest'' 's weather, "Winnifred" by Seth Boyer. It's a generally melancholy-sounding acoustic guitar piece that becomes even worse if you're a JossWhedon fan and know that the lyrics are about [[spoiler: [[{{Angel}} Fred's death]]]].

--> There is a car. It's not in Night Vale, or even in the desert which cradles our little town. It's out somewhere, beyond that. There are many cars there, but I'm speak only about one- blue, squarish, with tires and windows and an engine that works most of the time. A woman is driving it, and she is also glancing whenever she can at the child in the passenger seat. He is a child, but he is 15. You understand. She is glancing at him, but she is not saying anything, and ''he'' is not saying anything either. She wants to cry or she wants to push him out of the car. Or, she wants to go back in time and insist on using a condom. Only she would never do that. She wouldn't change any of this, really. Not for all the money, piles of money, some of it defunct money from defunct and absent governments. She wouldn't give ''any'' of this back. So she drives her car, blue, squarish, with tires and windows and an engine that works most of the time. And she glances at the 15-year old child, and neither of them speaks.