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Unbidden-- Dipper would find an Oscar knocking against his dreams.

Ordinary circumstances would have had Oscar being more polite, with planning ahead of time and none of the frantic lingering which the young man was doing in his astral form. Even in his disembodied form, Oscar acted like he was still in one. His legs were hugged against his chest, his shaggy hair was unbound, and one glance at his face would reveal that Oscar was seeing something far beyond ordinary human capabilities.

He needed a place to rest, and a place to hide. February, the supposed month of romance, had wrought far more unneeded drama and chaos than anyone had expected...

Oscar didn't even have words for it.

Possibly, none even existed.

Edited 2022-02-18 05:08 (UTC)

Dipper had spent a good chunk of this month busy with his own research and studies. It's not that he was feeling particularly anti-social, it's just that he had a lot of things to test and play with and as a result, he hadn't been as visible on the network or around town.

He hadn't had any calls for Ghost Harassing, either. It's just as well. Around this time last year, Dipper was dealing with the fall out from Bill, too. All the more reason to hyperfocus on something else for a bit.

He's catching a nap at his desk when Oscar comes knocking. Now a little more experienced with his powerset, Dipper recognizes it for what it is and, after a moment when he determines its Oscar, Dipper wastes no time letting him in.

The shift is sudden but gentle. Oscar will find himself sitting on the grass of a familiar forest of pines. Twilight is around them, painting the skies in purples and blues. The wind blows just barely, and the sound of soft footsteps approach.

"Oscar?" The worry is thick in his voice as he closes the distance.

The pinewood forest, with its dappled colors and comfortable understory, was such a relief to Oscar that he reflexively sighed upon entry. The tension that had held his person taut started to ebb enough that he didn't feel completely frozen.

He could think.

...Not that he wanted to.

Oscar whirled around at the sound of his name called by a familiar voice, and he felt his throat tighten as the emotions he held back started to well up.

"Dipper," He called-- and unbidden started crying.

Dipper feels something drop in the pit of his stomach and he all but runs to meet him, once he sees the state the other boy is in.

"Oscar!" At his side, Dipper takes his shoulders with worry, looking him over. "Oscar, what's going on? What's wrong?"

Oscar was not someone prone to just crying. Whatevers got him in this kind of state, had to be serious, which means Dipper is worried to death now.

"s-sorry!"

He choked, scrubbing at his face with his gloved hands. Everything was happening far too much and far too quickly for what he could manage-- and he had been sitting on these mounting frustrations for months.

"There's just this creature that is supposed to be coming to town, and I've been trying to help but everyone is getting freaked out by it. The other sleepers are acting weird again because of whatever this month is-- something with chocolates? I don't get it. And-- and--"

Oscar drew a shaky breath.

"Two people died suddenly at the mansion. One of them Willow-- and we don't know how that one happened."

Oh man, oh geez. There is a lot going on here. Dipper fusses for a moment, trying to think of what to do before he turns towards his dreamscape and swipes his hand at the air. There's a sudden shift and the world around them melts away into something new.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. We're going to sit down and talk and everything will be fine," He says, reassuringly. "Follow me, okay?"

The ground beneath them is no longer the grass and earth of the forest, but instead solid wood. The trees replaced with walls of a cozy, cabin like room. There's a comfy looking couch for just the two of them and a fire burning just across the room. Dipper will try to help him up and lead him over to the couch so they could sit.

Seems like Dipper's been practicing with his powers over the past month.

Dipper had been practicing-- and Oscar was impressed enough that he forgot his tears for the moment. Taking Dipper by the hand, he allowed himself to be led to the comfortable couch in the cabin that had just appeared with a literal gesture and thought.

"This is.. amazing." He commented, his words punctuated by a wet sniffle.

"And... sorry. So much has been happening that I've had trouble sleeping. Every time I try, I get... stuck. So I looked for you when sleep finally found me."

Dipper manages a small smile to Oscar's praise. It makes him happy, and of course, if something like this could distract him, even a little, that would be good, right?

"Thanks. Uh, Mabel and I have been practicing a bunch. There's an art to lucid dreaming, did you know?"

Right, before he could get too carried away, they sit down. He waves his hand again and there's two mugs on the table. One with cocoa, for Oscar and one with coffee for Dipper.

"Don't apologize, dude. You know you can come find me anytime, right? It's what I'm here for. Tell me what's been going on? I-If you want. We can just hang out here, instead, if that's better."

Oscar hummed gratefully at the offered cocoa. It was the little things at this point-- like someone just bringing him cocoa when he was down.

"Lucid dreaming, huh? I'll need to try that next time, before things get bad."

He sighed and settled in next to Dipper, just wanting to savor the moment before he dove in for the much needed explanation.

"A lot of things have been happening, Dipper," he explained quietly, bolstering himself with a sip of his warm drink. "A beast came to our shores and made a mess. We knew it was coming, but a lot of Palebloods were trying to use their foresight abilities to get info before it came. I went to go help, because people in my house got involved, but all I got was a bunch of headaches from everyone's worry and fear."

Oh good, its helping. When in down, bring Oscar cocoa.

"Yeah, actually, Grunkle Stan is really good at it. If you asked him, he'd probably be happy to give you some tips."

That's probably a surprising fact, given Stan's everything, but it was true. Stan was remarkably good at navigating dreams and that was long before Deerington. Dipper picks up his coffee and sips at it.

"Oh yeah, the Leviathan, right? I heard about that. I- thought about going and helping but my powers aren't super great at scrying, either. The only time I've ever gotten something close to a vision was the corkboard mess right before Fern died."

He frowns a little, feeling some residual guilt about all that. He knew he wouldn't be of much help, and for once, he and Mabel actually listened to their uncles about getting involved in something far too big for them.

He does sympathize with the empathy overload, though and frowns.

"Do you have any Vilebloods you're close to?"

"...I live with Ozpin, and he's been having vampire problems lately."

Oscar explained with a tired sigh over his cocoa. Knowing what was coming next, he added: "I didn't want to bother him if it wasn't urgent."

It was the same story all of the denizens of Remnant dealt with. The sense that none of their problems were really that bad was a trial that they all struggled with, in part due to the culture that they were forced into due to the Grimm in their world.

"My powers aren't that great for what all was happening with the Leviathan either, but I've been learning some Aura Sensing from Fox and I thought that this would be good practice. But, I guess it's a little hard to focus on seeing when the person teaching you is blind, huh?"

He laughed wryly at this comment, knowing full well that Fox would get a kick out of it, and sipped gratefully at his cocoa.

"Maybe I should give Lucid Dreaming a try next time. It'd be a good excuse to talk to Mr. Stan again, too."

"Right. Ozpin," Dipper says flatly and with a remarkble amount of personal restraint to not make the distaste bleed too much into his words. He does this for Oscar and only Oscar.

Anyway, Ozpin's a creep and that's fine if Oscar doesn't want to bother him.

"The reason I ask is ...Vileblood seems to have a lot of positive effects on people with Paleblood. That's actually why-" And Dipper produces a pendant from under his shirt. It's a small, dainty glass vial of green. "- I carry this. It's Mabel's blood and sometimes when I get really bad headaches, or I feel like my emotions are going to explode, wearing this makes it a thousand times easier to deal with. Maybe you should carry some, too."

And as for lucid dreaming, Dipper grins. "I think he'd really like that."

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