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ghostharasser) wrote2020-08-30 03:03 pm
ghostharasser) wrote2020-08-30 03:03 pm
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All purpose open post for Dipper Pines of Gravity Falls. Top levels below
All purpose open post for Dipper Pines of Gravity Falls. Top levels below
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Blood magic???
"I really wish we weren't getting Drill-trapped right now because I have so many questions."
He knows he shouldn't have watched those movies but honestly a bunch of death traps really weren't that much more scary than some of the things he's seen. Death matches. Killer TV shows used to torture humanity for an eternity by a cosmic nightmare horror.
The part that had made him get sick enough to stop was eventually realizing that the Yellow Lanterns would've loved those movies.
The questions, meanwhile, have to wait. Even though he wants to ask about the weird reality blip. And the blood magic. And the magic notebooks.
Also, does he ever get better at talking to girls? He knows this is a dimensional alternate, but like, he sure wants to know if the capability is there, really. His thing with Pidge is not likely to survive her fighting a space war and them both being, like, teenagers. He knows that, and it's doubtful he can impress another girl by shooting a control rod into a nuclear reactor with teke at 600 miles an hour to impress another girl again anytime soon.
His eyebrows furrow as something occurs to him.
"Are you from a version of Earth with a false god or were you in a different dimension besides Earth?" Gears are turning again. "As in, did this place pull in two dimensional alternates but instead of just being versions who only ever had spent time on Earth, we both had weird interdimensional adventures? That had communication devices of some kind? Did you get powers in yours? Because I bet there are a lot of Dippers in the multiverse that've never left Earth. Like. Statistically. Since most people never leave the dimension they're from generally."
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To his comment about their psuedo-horror movie death trap, Dipper snorts a laugh and nods, uncapping the pen. "You and me both, dude."
Though, most his questions would be along the lines of hey, how's mom and dad? Have you talked to Wendy lately? Hows everyone else doing back home? Mundane stuff. But also the superpowers, too. Like, what's going on there? That's a lot of crazy tech?? Is he back home in Piedmont while also communicating with aliens?? UGH, they need to get through this stupid horror-game, first.
"I'm from Earth, but I'm currently in another dimension, though not the dimension that gave me my powers," he says, drawing what looks like a weird magic circle on the ground once they're behind some cover. Some of it's weird but Dipper might pick up hints of Nordic runes, too. "But you'd be surprised how many weird dimensional pockets exist that draw in people across a multiverse and trap them. I've started calling them Multiversal Nexus Points. I've been stuck in two so far. That we've both seen the multiverse could be a common denominator of how we got plucked out of the ether to play a murder-game. Its as good a guess as any, until we find more of a pattern."
After a moment, Dipper waits, putting his hand near the circle. He sighs, handing the sharpie back to Little Dipper.
"We can cross out magic from external sources of influence, too." Annoying!!!
Anyway, how quiet has it been all this time? Any creepy feelings of being watched? Did their yapping alert the creature in this building?
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Dipper hunkers down, briefly directing a long-suffering look at his counterpart. Of course something creepy is coming their way when the place drips creepy.
Time to stay hidden. And then maybe run and scream if appropriate.
Dipper peeks out between a gap in the junk and waits.
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The expression is appropriately mirrored in his older counterpart, and he also hunkers down to try and get a look at what might be coming their way.
Something big, something heavy probably. Something dragging a weapon, or maybe a monster that's big enough it's dragging part of it's limbs. He looks around for a moment trying to put eyes on something they can use as a weapon. Is there any debris around? Hell he'd be happy with a pipe or a wrench.
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The scrape of metal gets closer.
Shhhnnnk. Shhhnnk. Shhhnnk.
Through the cracks they can see that their pursuer is...
A boy in shorts with a hat with a pine tree on it.
It's another one of them, younger, scraped up and bleeding, seemingly exhausted. His clothes are torn and bloody in places, and singed in others. Blood is dribbling down his chin from a bloody nose. His eyes are hidden by the brim of his hat. His head is hanging like he can barely stay conscious. The metal sound is the sound of a rusty crowbar, clutched in a hand, scraping against the ground with each stride.
Little Dipper starts to inch around the junk pile, face knitted with concern.
If two of them are here, that means more of them might be, right?
His instincts are slightly different than they once were, refined into something more reckless than they were in Gravity Falls - a place where he'd already run towards trouble all the time. The moments of 'I am the one that faces the trouble. I am the one that fixes things' can sometimes entirely supersede his instincts for self-preservation.
Because who else will stop the monsters? The Legion had been all there was, in a wildly dangerous universe, with multiversal annihilation looming. Even just in that universe, there had also been whole planets counting on them - sometimes on just him and a few others, like when he and Pidge'd been forced to save the planet Freep from nuclear oblivion and planetary genocide, just the two of them.
Despite the obvious creepiness and the fact he knows this is probably going to end in the baby Dipper unhinging his jaw and trying to eat his face, he starts to edge around the junk pile, pipe gripped in his hand.
"I'm gonna go talk to him."
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Oh. Oh, he does not like this one bit. While it's very true there could be a thousand explanations for what they're looking at, and the easiest would be that there are just more versions of him running around this place, too much about it is setting off red flags. A trap, obviously, it could be an illusion, a construct of this place meant to test or torment them. It could be a monster, definitely.
But it could also just be him, and this even younger Dipper, in the state he's in, it's enough to make him nod and agree. They can't go very far without each other right now anyway, he'd rather not fight him, and instead be ready just in case.
He might not have the sheer scale of Little Dipper's personal responsibility, but he knows what it's like to have an unfair decision settled on his shoulders. How their misguided choices killed a little girl that had been hurting under the weight of her own uncontrollable abilities. Even with that harsh lesson, he's not about to leave someone to suffer if there's something he can do.
"Alright. Be careful."
And he will follow close behind, pipe held at the ready.
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"Hey, man, you look like you're in bad shape. Do you need help?"
The other Dipper slowly lifts his head and slowly opens his eyes.
The blood on his face is not from his nose. It's from his eyes. They have clearly been gouged out. But instead of bloody tissue, in the voids there is something that looks like crackling TV static.
A voice comes out of his mouth that isn't his, staticky and wrong, too creaky for a human voice.
"Final is the form. Final is the form. Final is the form."
There is the sudden droning shriek of an emergency alert system that fills the room, coming out of other Dipper's mouth, vibrating the walls.
"ANNND HE'S A MONSTER. WE'RE LEAVING!" Little Dipper cries over the noise, shoving Big Dipper towards the other exit from behind the trash pile, as the young Dipper runs towards the side they were peeking out from.
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He moves without needing to be shoved very hard, luckily. He is up on his feet and he is running so hopefully Little Dip can keep up with him. If not, do not think he is above throwing him over his shoulder. Should the Monster Dipper get too close, he swings with his pipe not unlike someone with actual sword training. Hopefully that's enough to keep him away. Monster or not, he isn't thrilled about the notion of having to kill someone with his face.
Final is the Form is standing out to him, though. He'll have to think about that later when there isn't a head-splitting siren screaming at them from all sides.
Regardless of what might be coming after them, Dipper will try and direct them far from being anywhere out in the open, sticking to the steel debris and scrap metal around them. If there's an alarm going off then it stands to reason there may be points of entrance that whatever the alarm is trying to alert would use to descent upon them.
"Keep your eyes open for some kind of door or hatch!"