He's careful about this, trying to half-hide Big Dipper in the junk pile - not to protect him, because it's obvious he's got his own interdimensional adventure biz going on. No, it's so there's someone extra to jump out and surprise the other Dipper if he turns out to be some kind of monster.
"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.
"Cool! Cool! I hate that!" Literally everything about that is a fucking nightmare!!
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!"
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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!"