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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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[Dipper, meanwhile has gone incredibly quiet in shock, while he tries to cope with how insane this was. Machines lining the walls- old but all definitely very secret lab-esque. Screens reading data, lights flashing, a soft but very potent hum permeates the air around them.]
[The only indication that he is indeed, losing it, is the fact that he has grown an impressive amount of fur in his surprise and his ears have popped into furry points.]
Holy shit.
[He slaps his hand over his mouth.]
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Hey! Language!
[It feels kind of half-hearted in the moment though, considering where they are and what they're doing there. Stan leads them past the machines, past the periscope that lets him see what's going on outside, and over to the control panel so the kids can see through the protective glass to a big, wide room with a huge triangular machine inside. The desk itself has a framed picture of Dipper and Mabel making goofy faces on it - Stan spends a lot of time down here, even when it isn't the full moon.]
I shut myself in there during full moon. [He jerks a thumb to the door that leads in.] The door's thick steel, so once I'm in the wolf can't get out.
[That's the only information he volunteers right away, and it raises so many more questions than it answers.]
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[He gives Mabel and startled, wide-eyed stare, at which she seems totally unrepentant over as she decides now is a good time to skip over to Stan and actually pay attention again.]
[Dipper lowers his hands, pausing to look them over for a moment as they are much hairier and clawed than they were before, and steps tentatively towards the end of the hall. The room the open into is somehow ten times more incredible than the hall was, and dipper stares once more, totally robbed of words.]
Grunkle Stan- [He’s about to ask him what they were looking at before something catches his eye. On the desk, in a cubby with some other books, is the spine of something incredibly familiar. It’s tilted just enough that Dipper can see the cover is emblazoned in a distinctive and damning six-fingered hand.]
[Dipper strings the dots together in a panic and his stutters.]
You’re the Author. How-!!
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The accusation hits Stan like a brick and catches him completely off-guard. Of all the things for Dipper to notice right now, of all the things he could have asked about, of course it's the journal. He puts his hands up and actually takes a step back.]
What?! N-No, you've it wrong, I--
[What does he even say to that though? How can he even begin to explain any of that whole mess and his part in it? He may have taken his brother's name and his house, but there's no way he can pull off knowing all the nerd junk Ford knows.
...But then Stan remembers Dipper has no idea what he knows. He doesn't know Stan spotted Journal 3 in his vest pocket, and he doesn't know Stan "borrowed" it to make copies while he was out cold for two days. Thankfully he put it back before Dipper woke up, but the point still stands that there's one way out of this corner and that's to turn everything around on Dipper.]
Wait. ...How do you know about the Journals?
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[He’s denying it, but not in the way Stan would usually deny or lie about something. He looks ...distressed, about the accusation. Not at all what he expected like- maybe a cocky laugh? Or something like that?]
[Ah, and then Dipper realizes Stan has turned it on him. It’s his turn to sputter and step back, not sure how he’s going to answer that.]
I um! Hahaha, you see- about that.
[Oh god, he’s probably going to be in trouble for this but. Well. If he wants answers he kind of needs to give up the goods, doesn’t he.]
...I found one in the woods. On one of the first days here in Gravity Falls.
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[There's a flash of gold in his eyes for a second and pointed teeth. He's been here thirty goddamn years and Dipper stumbles on it two minutes after he gets here?! How?!
He isn't actually mad at Dipper though, or Mabel. He just. He needs to sit for a second. He pulls the little green rolling chair over and plops down with a sigh. A quick rub of his eyes as though he has a headache is all it takes to make the gold go away.]
Kid...I've been looking for these books longer than you've been alive.
[Hesitantly, he reaches for the one Dipper saw - Journal 1, emblazoned with the same six fingered hand as the 3rd - and pulls it out for them to see. It's been well-taken care of and anyone who investigates it will be able to clearly see their own face reflecting off of it.]
It's a pretty long story, but...the short version is they're all I've got left of my brother.
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[He might not actually be mad at them, but that reaction sets Dipper off before he can do anything to stop it. Not that he could, anyway. He backs up, with his hackles metaphorically raised.]
[When all Stan does is sit down and rub his face, he starts to settle back down, letting the weird burst of adrenaline work its way out of him. It was kind of an intense reaction, and one of those things that’s probably going to take time for him to get used. The surreality of it takes some wind out of Dipper’s sails about the whole Author thing.]
-Sorry. Sorry, I-
[Wait, go back- his what?]
Your brother?
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Yeah, my brother. Not Shermie, obviously - I've got another one. Did, uh. ...Did anyone ever tell you kids twins run in the family?
[This is all too sentimental for Stan though and he feels this impulsive need to just rip the band-aid off now and get it over with. It's the hardest part, after all - admitting the parts that might actually make the kids hate him.]
Anyway, I've got a few pretty big bombshells left - which one do you want first? The one where I accidentally knocked my brother into the multiverse or the one where I sorta stole his identity for thirty years to try and fix it? [He crosses his arms defensively and shrugs.] I'm not picky. They're both pretty terrible stories, if you ask me.