[He feels that spike of anxiety, and though Stan is holding himself as neutral as possible, Dipper can still see through it, which also makes his shoulders fall in a mirrored sort of defeat.]
[He takes a deep breath.]
It is telling me pretty much anything. I don't want to repeat it, because it's not ...something you want to hear, okay? It's fucked up. It wants to drag me into corruption so I'm trying not to let it get to me.
[But it's hard, sometimes it really hits a nerve or two.]
It's ...if I had to guess, it's a manifestation of my worst fears, so it knows exactly how to get under my skin if I let it. It's just a ghost, though. It hasn't tried to take control of me, it just ...floats around me like a tool, while making the worst commentary possible on every little thing I do.
[A manifestation of his fears, huh. Dipper obviously doesn't want to tell him, and he gets that part honestly. If he had some ghost mocking him about his fears, he'd probably be yelling at it in public too.]
Alright, so...it's not a possession kinda thing. Good! Good place to start!
[The implication is there, even if Stan isn't saying it - of course that was his first assumption when someone told him Dipper was hearing things. They've dealt with enough of that crap that he's pretty sure that's a fair one.]
There's gotta be some way to get it to stop...what, haunting you? Is that what we're calling it? You can't just let it talk crap about you forever, 'cause it's obviously getting you down. And you still could've told us before.
[He huffs, knowing Dipper will be quick to twist it back on him, so before he can--]
--If not me, then at least Ford. Y'know, since he's got all the experience. He'd probably have done an exorcism or something before I even heard about it.
[A lightbulb seems to click on for him and he scratches under his chin.]
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[He takes a deep breath.]
It is telling me pretty much anything. I don't want to repeat it, because it's not ...something you want to hear, okay? It's fucked up. It wants to drag me into corruption so I'm trying not to let it get to me.
[But it's hard, sometimes it really hits a nerve or two.]
It's ...if I had to guess, it's a manifestation of my worst fears, so it knows exactly how to get under my skin if I let it. It's just a ghost, though. It hasn't tried to take control of me, it just ...floats around me like a tool, while making the worst commentary possible on every little thing I do.
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Alright, so...it's not a possession kinda thing. Good! Good place to start!
[The implication is there, even if Stan isn't saying it - of course that was his first assumption when someone told him Dipper was hearing things. They've dealt with enough of that crap that he's pretty sure that's a fair one.]
There's gotta be some way to get it to stop...what, haunting you? Is that what we're calling it? You can't just let it talk crap about you forever, 'cause it's obviously getting you down. And you still could've told us before.
[He huffs, knowing Dipper will be quick to twist it back on him, so before he can--]
--If not me, then at least Ford. Y'know, since he's got all the experience. He'd probably have done an exorcism or something before I even heard about it.
[A lightbulb seems to click on for him and he scratches under his chin.]
...Huh. Maybe that's not a bad idea.