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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
[Well. They did not find Mabel and Ford, they did not find a way out, and they did not find a counter to whatever the monster business was all about. All in all, it’s been a pretty terrible time for both Dipper and Stan.]
[Despite days of searching, even Dipper’s stubborn optimism was bound to give out. With the sinking realization that they were trapped here alone for the next foreseeable future, the two had to worry about a few more pressing issues. They didn’t exactly have anywhere to go, or any connections. Frankly it’s a miracle neither of them had been arrested for the sheer volume of petty thievery they’ve both resorted to in order to get by, but frankly it was starting to wear on Dipper.]
[To keep from going nuts from stress, Dipper has turned to collecting every scrap of housing advertisement he’s been able to find. Fliers, newspapers, classified, etc. He’s combing through them for anything that might be reasonable.]
Hey Grunkle Stan, this one says its on the edge of town and missing half the roof. I bet we could get away squatting there a few weeks before they noticed.
[It’s a shame reasonable mean free. Man, adult budgeting was stressful.]
[Despite days of searching, even Dipper’s stubborn optimism was bound to give out. With the sinking realization that they were trapped here alone for the next foreseeable future, the two had to worry about a few more pressing issues. They didn’t exactly have anywhere to go, or any connections. Frankly it’s a miracle neither of them had been arrested for the sheer volume of petty thievery they’ve both resorted to in order to get by, but frankly it was starting to wear on Dipper.]
[To keep from going nuts from stress, Dipper has turned to collecting every scrap of housing advertisement he’s been able to find. Fliers, newspapers, classified, etc. He’s combing through them for anything that might be reasonable.]
Hey Grunkle Stan, this one says its on the edge of town and missing half the roof. I bet we could get away squatting there a few weeks before they noticed.
[It’s a shame reasonable mean free. Man, adult budgeting was stressful.]
[ Stan's used to holding on to a tiny, stubborn spark of hope even in the face of miserable odds. If he can live through 30 years or ceaseless work netting him nothing but failure after failure, then he can hold out hope about escaping this stupid place just a little longer.
He's also used to being homeless and jobless. It's the sort of thing that never really leaves you, even after 30 years with a stable living situation and a steady source of income. It hadn't been so bad this time--at first. It had even been sort of fun--at first. Teaching Dipper how to shoplift, dine and dash, spot security systems, pick out easy targets for scams, tell when a crowd is about to go sour... Definitely not wholesome activities, but family bonding is family bonding and Stan hadn't let himself fuss about it too much--at first.
It's not until their second night that he starts to worry. It's not like Dipper can't handle a little bit of roughing it. He'd survived for days in Bill's apocalyptic hellscape all on his own. But there's something different about this. There shouldn't be, but being homeless not because a murderous triangle dressed like Mr. Peanut turned your town inside out, but because you simply don't have the money to have a home is just a little too prosaic.
It's exhausting. Stan remembered that much, but he's had so many really, really low points in his life he'd forgotten that even the not-so-bad parts still suck. And that's what has him worried - this is the 'not-so-bad' part. They'd both eaten recently before ending up here. They're both in okay shape. It's not too cold outside. There's lots of public buildings, gyms, late-night cafes, and 24 hour convenience stores. It's exhausting, but things could get so worse with no warning at all.
So on that second night, once he's sure Dipper has somewhere secure to stay, he heads out. He's way too old for his preferred 'I need money and I need it right now' method (illegal boxing matches) to earn him anything but a broken jaw, but he knows plenty of other tricks. He liberates a few people of their wallets and uses the cash to buy in to a few round of pool, poker, blackjack, rummy... whatever he can find that people are playing. He cheats, counts cards, plays up being more drunk than he really is, and even wins a few games fair and square. By the end of the night he walks away with enough cash that he and Dipper don't have to dine and dash for breakfast (though they still do, of course), and repeating this process earns them a room at the cheapest, seediest motel that doesn't have anyone actively committing crimes on the corner.
The whole time, of course, he maintains a casual, unaffected demeanor, treating it like an unusual outing more than anything. If he lets on that things aren't fine then the kid will really start to worry, and that's the last thing either of them need. So while he doesn't have high hopes for Dipper's house hunting project, he also doesn't tell him to stop, figuring anything that keeps him occupied is good for him. That ends up being a prudent decision, because the house that Dipper shows Stan actually looks pretty promising. ]
Well whatdaya know? Good eye, kid.
[ Stan's definitely crashed in worse places - and less money spent on a hotel means more money they can stash away for a real place to stay.
... Ugh. When did he get so responsible? ]
Let's just hope no one else beat us there. Rather not have to chase off any bums.
He's also used to being homeless and jobless. It's the sort of thing that never really leaves you, even after 30 years with a stable living situation and a steady source of income. It hadn't been so bad this time--at first. It had even been sort of fun--at first. Teaching Dipper how to shoplift, dine and dash, spot security systems, pick out easy targets for scams, tell when a crowd is about to go sour... Definitely not wholesome activities, but family bonding is family bonding and Stan hadn't let himself fuss about it too much--at first.
It's not until their second night that he starts to worry. It's not like Dipper can't handle a little bit of roughing it. He'd survived for days in Bill's apocalyptic hellscape all on his own. But there's something different about this. There shouldn't be, but being homeless not because a murderous triangle dressed like Mr. Peanut turned your town inside out, but because you simply don't have the money to have a home is just a little too prosaic.
It's exhausting. Stan remembered that much, but he's had so many really, really low points in his life he'd forgotten that even the not-so-bad parts still suck. And that's what has him worried - this is the 'not-so-bad' part. They'd both eaten recently before ending up here. They're both in okay shape. It's not too cold outside. There's lots of public buildings, gyms, late-night cafes, and 24 hour convenience stores. It's exhausting, but things could get so worse with no warning at all.
So on that second night, once he's sure Dipper has somewhere secure to stay, he heads out. He's way too old for his preferred 'I need money and I need it right now' method (illegal boxing matches) to earn him anything but a broken jaw, but he knows plenty of other tricks. He liberates a few people of their wallets and uses the cash to buy in to a few round of pool, poker, blackjack, rummy... whatever he can find that people are playing. He cheats, counts cards, plays up being more drunk than he really is, and even wins a few games fair and square. By the end of the night he walks away with enough cash that he and Dipper don't have to dine and dash for breakfast (though they still do, of course), and repeating this process earns them a room at the cheapest, seediest motel that doesn't have anyone actively committing crimes on the corner.
The whole time, of course, he maintains a casual, unaffected demeanor, treating it like an unusual outing more than anything. If he lets on that things aren't fine then the kid will really start to worry, and that's the last thing either of them need. So while he doesn't have high hopes for Dipper's house hunting project, he also doesn't tell him to stop, figuring anything that keeps him occupied is good for him. That ends up being a prudent decision, because the house that Dipper shows Stan actually looks pretty promising. ]
Well whatdaya know? Good eye, kid.
[ Stan's definitely crashed in worse places - and less money spent on a hotel means more money they can stash away for a real place to stay.
... Ugh. When did he get so responsible? ]
Let's just hope no one else beat us there. Rather not have to chase off any bums.
[That’s what happens when you have to look out for more than just your own skin, Stan.]
Or monsters. Though, I haven’t noticed a lot of the monsters squatting. Lurking? Sure, but not squatting. I wonder where they’re getting their income.
[Do they have jobs?? Is there an employment office for monsters here? Wacky. Something else he is going to have to look into. If nothing else, this place has no shortage of things for him to poke his nose into. He’d be way more invested in the mysteries if he weren’t also preoccupied with their living situation.]
We could scout it out first, to be safe. If we head out now, it should only take ...maybe two hours to get to the house from here.
Or monsters. Though, I haven’t noticed a lot of the monsters squatting. Lurking? Sure, but not squatting. I wonder where they’re getting their income.
[Do they have jobs?? Is there an employment office for monsters here? Wacky. Something else he is going to have to look into. If nothing else, this place has no shortage of things for him to poke his nose into. He’d be way more invested in the mysteries if he weren’t also preoccupied with their living situation.]
We could scout it out first, to be safe. If we head out now, it should only take ...maybe two hours to get to the house from here.
Saw lotsa monster bouncers.
[ Kind of a cliche, obvious choice, but not one Stan could argue with. Even he thought twice about cheating the first time he saw a hulking, irritated troll standing outside a poorly lit dive bar (not that it had actually stopped him). ]
Guess there's lots of monster charity here, too?
[ Well, who cares. Two hours is a bit of a hike, but that's not too bad - he's had to walk further to get groceries when the Stanleymobile broke down. 'Acquiring' a car to make the trip a little shorter does occur to him but... meh. Sounds like a pain. ]
Well, let's get going then.
[ Kind of a cliche, obvious choice, but not one Stan could argue with. Even he thought twice about cheating the first time he saw a hulking, irritated troll standing outside a poorly lit dive bar (not that it had actually stopped him). ]
Guess there's lots of monster charity here, too?
[ Well, who cares. Two hours is a bit of a hike, but that's not too bad - he's had to walk further to get groceries when the Stanleymobile broke down. 'Acquiring' a car to make the trip a little shorter does occur to him but... meh. Sounds like a pain. ]
Well, let's get going then.
Monster charity? What, so we have to get turned into some hideous creature before this place will give us a hand? Lame.
[That hasn’t exactly left his mind, this monster business, but it feels far enough away (and surreal as hell) that he hasn’t been dwelling on it very hard. It does ...give him a passing thought that makes him pause.]
I wonder how hard it would be to fake being a monster.
[Wow, that is the most Stan-like thought he has had yet, and it kind of startles him. Well, he’ll have time later to feel bad about all the sketchy shit they’ve gotten up to when they have a roof over their heads and actual food to eat.]
[That hasn’t exactly left his mind, this monster business, but it feels far enough away (and surreal as hell) that he hasn’t been dwelling on it very hard. It does ...give him a passing thought that makes him pause.]
I wonder how hard it would be to fake being a monster.
[Wow, that is the most Stan-like thought he has had yet, and it kind of startles him. Well, he’ll have time later to feel bad about all the sketchy shit they’ve gotten up to when they have a roof over their heads and actual food to eat.]
Edited 2020-09-11 00:27 (UTC)
[ ... Heh heh. ]
You made a pretty convincing wolf boy.
[ He never did figure out where that costumes got to, come to think of it, though the shredder getting jammed with dog hair gave him some ideas. ]
But I dunno if the people here are dumb enough for that. They seem a little more wary than the folks back home.
You made a pretty convincing wolf boy.
[ He never did figure out where that costumes got to, come to think of it, though the shredder getting jammed with dog hair gave him some ideas. ]
But I dunno if the people here are dumb enough for that. They seem a little more wary than the folks back home.
[Oh god. The wolf boy costume.]
Oh, right. I repressed that memory.
[He’s not even remotely sorry about it ending up in the paper shredder. That’s what Stan gets.]
You’ve got a point. I don’t know if I’d call them smarter, but they really seemed more inclined to start angry mobs than people back home.
[Well, it’s off they go. It really sucks they don’t have a car they can just take, or the money for a cab. At least this kind of hike isn’t the worst Dipper has had to make. He worries a little about Stan, but he knows better than to say anything until he’s literally keeling over.]
Oh, right. I repressed that memory.
[He’s not even remotely sorry about it ending up in the paper shredder. That’s what Stan gets.]
You’ve got a point. I don’t know if I’d call them smarter, but they really seemed more inclined to start angry mobs than people back home.
[Well, it’s off they go. It really sucks they don’t have a car they can just take, or the money for a cab. At least this kind of hike isn’t the worst Dipper has had to make. He worries a little about Stan, but he knows better than to say anything until he’s literally keeling over.]
[ Stan hasn't been having any trouble with the rough living, at least. He's still, you know, old and overweight and dealing with forty-odd years of not taking great care of himself, but he's in the best shape he's been in years. Turns out even just standing and walking on a boat takes effort, and Ford refuses to let them live off bacon and junk food. ]
Yeah, exactly. Plus there's not a bunch of whackjobs in bathrobes erasing everyone's memories.
[ Stan doesn't mind them too much - they never bothered him any, and without their gun Bill couldn't have been stopped - but they were undeniably weird. ]
But hey, if it makes 'em wary about kicking us out, I'll take it.
Yeah, exactly. Plus there's not a bunch of whackjobs in bathrobes erasing everyone's memories.
[ Stan doesn't mind them too much - they never bothered him any, and without their gun Bill couldn't have been stopped - but they were undeniably weird. ]
But hey, if it makes 'em wary about kicking us out, I'll take it.
[Honestly, He’s seen Stan take down a Zombie hoard with his bare hands. He doesn’t worry that much, but he does want to make sure he doesn’t over do it when they have zero access to medical help.]
Haha, yeah... Those guys...
[Wait.]
I don’t think we ever told you about them. How did you—
[Is this something else Stan’s known about the whole time?]
Haha, yeah... Those guys...
[Wait.]
I don’t think we ever told you about them. How did you—
[Is this something else Stan’s known about the whole time?]
Ford.
[ Stan had known a lot of things about Gravity Falls that he hadn't let on, by the Society of the Blind Eye wasn't one of them. ]
He got real bent out of shape when I asked him why he made a memory-erasing gun, and even angrier when I compared it to that tie of his.
[ Stan looks a little smug as he relates the story. Eventually Ford had realized Stan was just winding him up, but not before he'd ranted a bit first. ]
Guess it makes sense, though. Always thought it was weird everyone acted like McGucket was crazy when he started yelling about that Gobblewhatchit.
[ A boring old lake monster was nothing compared to some of the stuff Stan had seen. ]
[ Stan had known a lot of things about Gravity Falls that he hadn't let on, by the Society of the Blind Eye wasn't one of them. ]
He got real bent out of shape when I asked him why he made a memory-erasing gun, and even angrier when I compared it to that tie of his.
[ Stan looks a little smug as he relates the story. Eventually Ford had realized Stan was just winding him up, but not before he'd ranted a bit first. ]
Guess it makes sense, though. Always thought it was weird everyone acted like McGucket was crazy when he started yelling about that Gobblewhatchit.
[ A boring old lake monster was nothing compared to some of the stuff Stan had seen. ]
[Dipper is about to pipe up with a “WELL, ACTUALLY-“ about the inventor of that gun, when it becomes clear to him that Stan knew and was absolutely menacing Ford about it on purpose. Instead he sighs and rolls his eyes, but fondly. It’s really not that different from when Mabel purposely gets him going and then laughs about it. Annoying, but somehow endearing. Though, he suspects Ford did not take it near as gracefully.]
The Gobblewonker- which, of all things in Gravity Falls, turned out to be an actual hoax! McGucket made that robot!
[Which- honestly Stan probably could have guessed since it got worked into their Mystery Shack Mech.]
The Gobblewonker- which, of all things in Gravity Falls, turned out to be an actual hoax! McGucket made that robot!
[Which- honestly Stan probably could have guessed since it got worked into their Mystery Shack Mech.]
[ Neither Ford nor Stan can take anything even half as gracefully as Dipper and Mabel. Needless to say, Ford have been positively incensed over the teasing (for about ten minutes). ]
Some dumb fish monster's pretty normal by that town's standards. You ever run into any campfires with legs out there? Those are weird.
Some dumb fish monster's pretty normal by that town's standards. You ever run into any campfires with legs out there? Those are weird.
[Dipper slept.]
[He slept like he hadn’t slept a blink in his life. Not only had he gone roughly ...what? 30 some odd hours without sleeping, but he spent most of that being possessed by a lunatic brain demon who gleefully threw his body down a flight of stairs among other things. By the time he was back in his body again, he barely made it to the car before he was out.]
[He wouldn’t wake up again for almost a day and a half at best. Not only the physical stress of what he went through shutting him down, but the stress of an actual possession also seems to have really pushed him to the limits. While him not waking up when prodded in the car seemed to be concerning, the Pines family brought him into the house to properly rest for now, with Mabel patching up all of the various scrapes, cuts and fork holes he was covered in.]
[Stan seemed dismissive, but quietly he kept close to keep an eye on things, in case it was worse than whatever lame excuse Mabel gave for her brother’s state.]
[In the meantime, Dipper dreamed.]
[He slept like he hadn’t slept a blink in his life. Not only had he gone roughly ...what? 30 some odd hours without sleeping, but he spent most of that being possessed by a lunatic brain demon who gleefully threw his body down a flight of stairs among other things. By the time he was back in his body again, he barely made it to the car before he was out.]
[He wouldn’t wake up again for almost a day and a half at best. Not only the physical stress of what he went through shutting him down, but the stress of an actual possession also seems to have really pushed him to the limits. While him not waking up when prodded in the car seemed to be concerning, the Pines family brought him into the house to properly rest for now, with Mabel patching up all of the various scrapes, cuts and fork holes he was covered in.]
[Stan seemed dismissive, but quietly he kept close to keep an eye on things, in case it was worse than whatever lame excuse Mabel gave for her brother’s state.]
[In the meantime, Dipper dreamed.]
[Bill sits outside of Dipper Pines' dream, visible like a lit window full of color and sound seen from a darkened and quiet street, and fumes.
(He remembers the hand of a much older entity grabbing him the instant he was kicked back to the dreamscape, shaking his incorporeal form like a rag doll.
"IDIOT! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?")
Let's just just... get it over with.
He digs pins and needles in, slides in sideways to step inside the illusion being created in the kid's mind. He's very good at this. He's very smart and very good at what he does and he is GOING to find a way out of this old rule, because nobody in a trillion years has made a seal tight enough to keep Bill Cipher in - or out. Gslhv prwh qfhg pvvk tvggrmt ofxpb, gszg'h zoo.
He just needs to buy some time, first. Adjust the plan, a little.
In the mean time, whatever Dipper was dreaming about, there's now an invisible triangle in the middle of it. ... I mean, he's not going to appear YET, of course not, he's got to figure out an Entrance. Show up somewhere without making a huge deal about it? Just because he's had a setback doesn't mean we completely abandon all class and taste, jeez.]
(He remembers the hand of a much older entity grabbing him the instant he was kicked back to the dreamscape, shaking his incorporeal form like a rag doll.
"IDIOT! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?")
Let's just just... get it over with.
He digs pins and needles in, slides in sideways to step inside the illusion being created in the kid's mind. He's very good at this. He's very smart and very good at what he does and he is GOING to find a way out of this old rule, because nobody in a trillion years has made a seal tight enough to keep Bill Cipher in - or out. Gslhv prwh qfhg pvvk tvggrmt ofxpb, gszg'h zoo.
He just needs to buy some time, first. Adjust the plan, a little.
In the mean time, whatever Dipper was dreaming about, there's now an invisible triangle in the middle of it. ... I mean, he's not going to appear YET, of course not, he's got to figure out an Entrance. Show up somewhere without making a huge deal about it? Just because he's had a setback doesn't mean we completely abandon all class and taste, jeez.]
Edited 2020-09-22 05:56 (UTC)
[The dream was ...a little odd. It’s a quiet street, some of it looks like Gravity Falls, some of it doesn’t. Like a haphazard mix of two different memories coming together to form one set location. The sky is dark, and there’s a ghost of a breeze, if Bill could feel such a thing.]
[Dipper isn’t hard to spot, he’s walking down the middle of the street, and as he does, ghosts and wraiths of people form passing him along the street and sidewalk. Some of them are familiar- citizens of Gravity Falls, some of them are not. Dipper is doing his best to trudge forward, quick and steady, keeping his eyes forward, trying not to look at the people passing him. Each one that does turns their gaze to his back.]
[Their eyes glow yellow, pupils slit, and a grin pulls at their lips, threatening to nearly split their faces.]
[Eventually Dipper breaks out into a run. As he does, voices start to flood the street. Harsh, manic whispers of trust no one permeate the air until it feels suffocating.]
[Follow him?]
[Dipper isn’t hard to spot, he’s walking down the middle of the street, and as he does, ghosts and wraiths of people form passing him along the street and sidewalk. Some of them are familiar- citizens of Gravity Falls, some of them are not. Dipper is doing his best to trudge forward, quick and steady, keeping his eyes forward, trying not to look at the people passing him. Each one that does turns their gaze to his back.]
[Their eyes glow yellow, pupils slit, and a grin pulls at their lips, threatening to nearly split their faces.]
[Eventually Dipper breaks out into a run. As he does, voices start to flood the street. Harsh, manic whispers of trust no one permeate the air until it feels suffocating.]
[Follow him?]
[Ha! This is great, very hilarious, 10/10, you love to see it. Good work, Bill. Thanks, Bill.
Bill is absolutely following him, but that cackling that's suddenly overlaid on everything is very much authentic Bill Cipher, not a dream projection.
His plan is to cut things off, but... well, watching a liiiittle longer won't hurt, right?
("WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU 'DIDN'T KNOW' HE WAS YOUR CHARGE? HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW?"
The signs had been there, in retrospect - Dipper's tendency to make over-complicated plans, the conspiracy boards, the willingness to stay up for days on end just to find an answer ... but it's not as though Pine Tree was the only human Bill's ever seen that does any of those things. He didn't like thinking about it at the moment and he's not thinking about it right now, either.)]
Bill is absolutely following him, but that cackling that's suddenly overlaid on everything is very much authentic Bill Cipher, not a dream projection.
His plan is to cut things off, but... well, watching a liiiittle longer won't hurt, right?
("WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU 'DIDN'T KNOW' HE WAS YOUR CHARGE? HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW?"
The signs had been there, in retrospect - Dipper's tendency to make over-complicated plans, the conspiracy boards, the willingness to stay up for days on end just to find an answer ... but it's not as though Pine Tree was the only human Bill's ever seen that does any of those things. He didn't like thinking about it at the moment and he's not thinking about it right now, either.)]
Edited 2020-09-22 23:26 (UTC)
[Oh, that’s bad. Dipper’s run turns desperate as he flees the street, running until the scenery changes and turns into the familiar woods that surrounds the shack. Despite how easy it should be to navigate a place he’s lived near, he can’t seem to find his way, and the forest itself seems to get darker, more oppressing.]
Come on, come on!
[He really just wants to go home, but his dream sure is giving him a hard time. Finally, if that cackle of Bill’s persists, Dipper will turn around, staring wildly at his surroundings and shout.]
Come out! I know you’re there! Just get your stupid taunting or whatever over with! I’m really not in the mood right now after the garbage you just put me through!
Come on, come on!
[He really just wants to go home, but his dream sure is giving him a hard time. Finally, if that cackle of Bill’s persists, Dipper will turn around, staring wildly at his surroundings and shout.]
Come out! I know you’re there! Just get your stupid taunting or whatever over with! I’m really not in the mood right now after the garbage you just put me through!
[Yep, that’s about what he expected. Doesn’t make it any less creepy though and Dipper keeps his distance from any of those lights the best he can.]
What do you want, Bill?
What do you want, Bill?
[A chummy muppet arm reaches out from behind Dipper to try to toss itself around his shoulders, and on the other end of that arm is a wholeass Bill, congealing in a wave out of particles of black mist.]
AW, I WANT TO HELP YOU! ISN'T THAT WHAT I SAID ALREADY? YOU AND ME MAKE A GREAT TEAM. DIDJA FIND THAT HINT I LEFT YOU YET?
AW, I WANT TO HELP YOU! ISN'T THAT WHAT I SAID ALREADY? YOU AND ME MAKE A GREAT TEAM. DIDJA FIND THAT HINT I LEFT YOU YET?
Edited 2020-09-23 04:55 (UTC)
[Dipper yelps and squirms away, putting at least three feet between them.]
Hint?! I’m probably in a coma right now, thanks to you!
[What hint!?!? He made it about four minutes before his body completely shut down on him. At what point was he supposed to find a hint? Obtuse bastard.]
Hint?! I’m probably in a coma right now, thanks to you!
[What hint!?!? He made it about four minutes before his body completely shut down on him. At what point was he supposed to find a hint? Obtuse bastard.]
[Acute bastard! Please.]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! I'M NOT THE ONE THAT WORE YOU OUT, YOU DID THAT ONE TO YOURSELF! AND THEN YOUR SISTER RAN YOUR BODY AROUND IN CIRCLES!
[The woods whirl dizzying around them for a second, the ground spinning under Dipper's feet like a merry-go-round.]
ALL I DID WAS GET A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY!
[The ground lurches to a halt, just a suddenly. Bill is now directly overhead, bright against a sky that's full of yellow stars that look suspiciously like more eyes.]
YOU REMEMBER HOW DULL THE MINDSCAPE IS! IMAGINE BEING THERE FOR AS LONG AS I'VE BEEN!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! I'M NOT THE ONE THAT WORE YOU OUT, YOU DID THAT ONE TO YOURSELF! AND THEN YOUR SISTER RAN YOUR BODY AROUND IN CIRCLES!
[The woods whirl dizzying around them for a second, the ground spinning under Dipper's feet like a merry-go-round.]
ALL I DID WAS GET A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY!
[The ground lurches to a halt, just a suddenly. Bill is now directly overhead, bright against a sky that's full of yellow stars that look suspiciously like more eyes.]
YOU REMEMBER HOW DULL THE MINDSCAPE IS! IMAGINE BEING THERE FOR AS LONG AS I'VE BEEN!
You threw my body down a flight of st- whOA!
[Dipper is not done yelling at Bill, however the world going topsy-turvey on him cuts him off pretty quick. As the ground lurches to a halt, Dipper loses his balance and falls over.]
[His attentions snaps northward, to the sky.]
Yeah, well, I guess that’s just a perk of not being a brain demon. Not being trapped in the mindscape!
[Dipper is not done yelling at Bill, however the world going topsy-turvey on him cuts him off pretty quick. As the ground lurches to a halt, Dipper loses his balance and falls over.]
[His attentions snaps northward, to the sky.]
Yeah, well, I guess that’s just a perk of not being a brain demon. Not being trapped in the mindscape!
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