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[“Sure” he says in a very similar way Dipper has omitted truth in the past. While he doesn’t let it show on his face, he’s keeping track of all the little tells that give Danny away. He’s not being totally forthcoming and while this story does seem in line with what he’s read, there’s clearly more to the story than he’s letting on.]

Right. Amity Park sounds like a pretty interesting place.

[Well. He made Danny confess some of his business so he may as well return the favor. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his pill bottle, tossing it towards Danny to catch.]

[The bottle looks like a prescription at first glance but its clearly not any official labelling and looks hand written in neat cursive. The components sound like a concoction for a spell, not medication.]

When I was twelve I was tricked into a pact with a demon. When I fall asleep and start to dream, he can remotely give me some of the worst nightmares you can imagine. The combination of the meds and staying up for three-to-five days is the only way I get any sleep.

[Funny how the that's-not-the-whole-truth "sure" is universal after a point, huh? Danny catches the bottle tossed at him easily - almost on reflex actually, despite Dipper never having witnessed him engage in any overly physical activity. He squints at the label, having to make some effort to remember how cursive works. Whoa, he's seen some of these ingredients on Frostbite's "do not touch" shelf.]

Damn, seriously? And you haven't found any way to shake the asshole?

[He hands the bottle back, looking a little sheepish.]

Guess I was being a bigger jerk than I thought. Sorry, man. I'll get your stuff back in the fridge.

[Danny's also thinking he's going to have a word or three with a contact or two next time he gets a chance to abscond to the Ghost Zone. Demons are a whole different beast than ghosts, and not something he's run into often, but someone's gotta know something, right? After all, Dipper's cool, and that honestly sounds like hell.]

[Not gonna lie, Danny’s response gives him some pause. He takes it pretty in stride and does doubt him, which, if he’s telling the truth about Amity Park does make some sense. He’s flip from messing with him to genuine concern takes him a little off guard.]

[He shrugs a little.]

We’re even, since I definitely picked the lock on your ecto-cooler and took samples from one of your used capri-suns.

[He takes the bottle back and slips it back into his pocket.]

Anyway, its not like I could just explain that I drink dangerous amounts of caffeine to keep the hatman away like I’m deadly serious and risk you call the psyche ward on me.

[He waves his hand.]

The bastard’s dead, mostly. He’s being held in some dimensional, metaphysical therapy-prison where he’s being forced to reform, but that means he still has the slightest connection to my family. He’s like a deranged IT guy looking for a shot to take control of my computer to empty my bank account.

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You know what, I'm not even surprised that a guy who ran into a demon when he was twelve can also pick locks.

[Danny takes his bowl to the sink, then reaches into the wall behind said sink and pulls out a couple of red bulls. They're encrusted with what looks like slightly glowing ice. He sets them on the counter before starting to go around retrieving drinks, trying to remember all the places he put them.]

So like, metaphysical therapy-prison for demons doesn't have a way to block that connection? Sounds like they need better funding!

[Note to self: Never tell Jazz there's a metaphysical demon therapy-prison. She'd probably want to apply to work there.]

You should see how fast I can hot wire a cop car.

[Anyway, he watches with interest as Danny starts recovering his red bulls.]

Nah, it has something to do with his whole deal making schtick. Luckily its mostly just nightmares. He hasn’t tried to possess me in years. On that note if I ever have glowing yellow eyes, beat me unconscious.

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[Danny thinks he got all the red bulls. Maybe. Probably? The ice vanishes from around them as he crams most of them back into the fridge, but he tosses Dipper one that still has a chunk of ghost ice attached to it. There, that's his apology weird thing to study.

His eyebrows sure are shooting upwards now, though.]

Ooooookay, noted! So uh, aside from knowing a bit about each other's weird supernatural shit, we're mostly just gonna try to get through college like normal guys, right? I was kinda really liking the being normal thing.

[It might be wishful thinking now, but come on, he has to ask. They can try, right?]

[Danny already knows him so well. He catches that can and looks it over with interest. ]

[He looks up just as he’s about to taste the glowing ghost ice.]

Huh?

[Oh… that makes him hesitate for a moment. Like, the feeling of at least having some of this out and open meant maybe Dipper could be a little less guarded around his perceived normie roomate. Knowing they were both weird made him kind of happy? But if Danny just wants to keep pretending he’s normal...]

[He’d be a jerk to say no, but he can’t help be a little disappointed.]

Sure, man. We can go back to the way things were. No problem.

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[Oh, Dipper's trying to be chill about it for sure, but Danny can hear that touch of disappointment in his voice. Well... if he really is that into paranormal investigation, he guesses that makes sense. Honestly though, Danny's just glad he's not immediately declaring them lifelong rivals and trying to trap him for real - he's had more than enough of that in his life already.]

Thanks, that means a lot. I'm not banning you from asking questions or anything, just kinda wanna be a normal dude in the world at large for a while, y'know? It's already been great not having to worry about constant ghost visits, heh. Or, you know, sleep two floors above the giant creepy portal in the basement.

[If Dipper had been wondering how Danny manages to sleep like a rock that is also dead, well, there's his answer.]

No, no, I get it, man. Don’t worry, its going to be so normal around here-

[There is the sound of thunderous footsteps and then a sudden grabbing of the doorknob, then a very quick rattling sound of someone expertly picking the lock. The door swings open with a bang and there is a girl with wild brown hair who looks strikingly like Dipper and wearing more colors than a woodstock festival. She is covered in glitter and tattoos. She looks st Dipper with wild glee.]

Dipper! You have to come down here, there’s a wizard throwing a room party and we’re going shots out of his wizard hat!

[well. He tried.]

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[Nah, it's fine, wizard parties are totally normal! Danny can't help but grin in response to her enthusiasm - he vaguely recognizes Dipper's sister from when they were moving in. (He kinda wants to introduce Sam to her someday, just to see how the polar opposite personalities get along.)]

Oh shit, a wizard party?? I'll skip class for that! If I'm invited too, anyway.

[The great thing about it is Mabel is so weird on top of bright and bubbly that they might get on just fine. There is something whimsigoth about Mabel Pines that Sam might appreciate.]

Yes! Duh! The more the merrier! Just promise not to crash it like Di-

[Dipper throws his hands up.]

I raise the dead one time and I never hear the end of it!

[But he’s already getting his shoes on to head off. Come on lets go party nerds.]

[Precisely.

Danny gives a loud bark of laughter, starting to head towards his own room to grab a shirt that looks a bit less slept in.]

I mean, I'll try not to! I gotta hear about this raising the dead incident though...

[Totally not so he can also make sure Dipper never hears the end of it/add it to his internal catalogue of fodder for stupid death jokes. Noooooooo not at all, pinky promise.]

[Oh, good. So, Dipper said something weird and Danny laughed. Maybe this will be fine after all. Not the total lockdown that he was worried Danny was expecting.]

We defeated them by singing karaoke!

[Dipper groans and waves his hands around as they're all heading out the door.]

It was a three-part harmony strong enough to shatter their skulls, that just so happened to be karaoke.

[Such lively banter, these two. Anyway, they probably have a great time at the wizard party. Wizard shots sure are something else. Dipper probably accidentally reanimated something he shouldn't and Mabel gives him an earful the entire way home. you know.]

[Hey, Danny's just happy to enjoy a party that isn't interrupted by ghosts, for once. Even if he does have to discreetly de-animate a zombie raccoon or two after Dipper tries to prove a point on some roadkill. One time, huh?

A week later, Danny is literally sticking his head through the wall to Dipper's room, because that's normal now.]

Hey, have you seen the remote? There's a new space documentary on in like, five minutes.

[Possibly, it was more than one time.]

[Anyway, Danny sticks his head in the wall, and Dipper looks up from where he has all his furniture pushed up against the wall and an incredibly intricate occult circle that is drown on the floor in...well, it looks like a plastic tarp and a red expo marker. Dorm rules, no drawing on the floor in blood etc etc.]

He's squatting over it holding a journal, and he has VCR at the center of the circle.]

Uh. [A pause. He looks at the VCR.]

One second.

[He tip toes his way through the circle like he's approaching a wild animal. The VCR growls at him.]

None of that, just spit it out!

[Yeah, that's gotten more normal too. Danny swears Dipper has actually started doing occult experiments like this with relish once he realized his roommate was also used to weird. Thankfully, it's usually not much of an issue, especially since Dipper keeps it to just his own room...

...although, Danny is fully willing to bring the wrath of the Infinite Realms down on anything that keeps him from seeing this documentary that he's been obsessing about for a week. So, the moment Dipper turns back to the possessed(?) VCR, said device finds itself fixed with a piercing glare from glowing green eyes filled to the brim with raw power.

You know, just for a second. As a warning.]

[The VCR reacted with a startled Yipe and horks up the remote immediately and genuinely looks rattled! For a VCR! That's crazy!]

[Dipper, a man who is so entrenched in the occult and magic, feels that insane spike of power from behind him and whips his head around with an alarmed expression.]

[And also his shadow shudders and writhes just a touch.]

Dude, what the hell was that?

What was what?

[He asks it innocently and with an easy smile, completely back to normal, but his eyes dart away from Dipper's even as he steps the rest of the way through the wall and reaches down to retrieve the remote.]

Guess it's scared of ghosts or something. Thanks, I've been looking forward to this one for ages! Also, your shadow's doing the weird thing again.

[Danny had to step lightly onto the tarp to get the remote, and he was careful enough to barely disturb it. Regardless, the circle has gone from bold red markings to black and crumbled where he stepped. Whoops, sorry man.]

[Dipper's eye dart around a second, suspiciously trying to take stock of what's around him before they fall on Danny and he raises an eyebrow. He does not stop him from retrieving the remote since, well, the VCR eating it was kind of his fault.]

[He sees how the markings have changed, though and he refrains from pointing that out too, just yet. Luckily its an easy fix with his expo marker but more importantly... That's a pretty crazy reaction to have with his circle.]

Nothing, I guess.

[He's lying, obviously. He knows it was something, he's not stupid. Danny wants this ruse for whatever reason, though. He'll play along for now.]

Enjoy your show. I- [His eyes snap to his shadow with a glare.] knock it off!

[Stomps on his shadow a bit in righteous indignation like that's not an incredibly unhinged thing to just do. It's fine, Danny knows he's weird.]

[Danny just chuckles and leaves Dipper to it, phasing back through the wall and settling down on the couch with a soda as the documentary starts. He'll be completely zoned out watching that for the hour or so that it runs...

...which gives Dipper some time to Investigate, perhaps.]

[He's gotta deal with the VCR first, which is cursed as it turns out, less possessed. It was down in the AV room biting students so he wrapped it up and took it home. He had it in the livingroom eventually which is how it ate the remote but he quickly moved it into his room when he knew Danny would be home soon.]

[Luckily the curse wasn't hard to break, and it goes back to being a normal VCR. He does wonder who did it, though...weird.]

[Anyway, once that's done and he starts cleaning up, he will pull out a little device and start doing readings on his room for ecto-plasm. He has a theory....]

[Needless to say, there is ectoplasm. It's most concentrated in the areas where Danny had just been, especially the wall he'd initially phased through, where Dipper had felt that power spike from.

But if Dipper has scanned for ecto before, like say shortly after Danny told him about being "ecto-contaminated?"

There's more of it. Everywhere. Higher concentrations of ambient ectoplasm, something the living world doesn't even normally have at all unless something is fucky, like an open portal to the Ghost Zone. It hasn't even been that long, but the stuff's been gathering.]

[Well then. Concerning.]

[Maybe it's time to do a little external research on Amity Park. He has a laptop, obviously, because he's in school and needs one but time to do a little hunting around abut Amity Park and it's residents. What can he get his hands on?]

[Dipper will easily turn up a number of small social media accounts belonging to current or former Amity Park residents. It'll take some digging back in time through most of them to turn up anything about ghosts, but sure enough, once you go back about three years there is SO much talk about ghost attacks.

And it's consistent.

Some names and descriptions come up multiple times. "Skulker." "Technus." "That robot hunter guy." "The crazy tech ghost." But there's one that stands above the rest -

"Phantom."

Photos, when there are any, are blurry and janky. Phantom has a black and white and sometimes ecto-green theme going on, that much is clear, but surviving photos of him don't have a clear look at his features. (There's a suspicious number of photos that appear to have been deleted, however...) The discussion on this particular ghost seems to consist of a) a fanclub swooning over him, or b) various people arguing over whether he's a menace or a hero.

There's a large number of deleted comments from one "WWeston" that are consistently replied to with annoyed skepticism. Occasionally, the replies will have been deleted as well.

And, strangely... not a whole lot of talk about ecto-contamination itself. Certainly there's some chatter about how crazy the Fentons are and whether their inventions even work, but Dipper might only see a small handful of posts along the lines of people noticing someone's eyes glowing slightly, or photos someone posted of their sharper than normal canine teeth. Followed by one or two people assuring them that's just normal in Amity Park now.]

[This is all very fascinating. Dipper does do individual searches for each of these named ghosts, and tries to find as much individual information as possible. A picture of Skulker strikes him as strangely familiar but he isn't sure where or how.]

[WWeston, though. He wonders if that brings up any kind social media he can contact. Maybe an Instagrab or FaceNook account.]

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