sticksandbones | Out in the night all alone, in the way out there

[ He pauses mid whatever-it-is onto bread, turning his head to squint at Dipper the best he can with the dude on his shoulder and having a snout. Tongue blepped a little. ]

... Ain't gonna lie, suddenly the pen'sula ain't soundin' so bad. Yea, sure, we had the whole violently turn into a monster thing. But at least we could go down the block an' get a burger no issue.

[ He heaves a sigh. Man. He misses burgers. And hot dogs. And curry. And ramen. And corndogs stuffed with cheese. He also lets Dipper continue to avoid talking about the issue as he slathers whatever condiments his nose tells him will go good with the sandwich on. ]

... I think this is weird forest deer meat anyways, so like... still a novelty I guess?

I got used to it, I guess, but honestly the thing I hated most was how we couldn't grow coffee without using blood magic and even then it wasn't good.

[He's avoiding it for a little bit!!! Until Beat is done!! It seems rude to get into the heavy family stuff when someone is busy cooking. assembling.]

I hope its no one Moder knows. That would be pretty awkward.

[ Coffee gets a face out of Beat. Blood Coffee gets an even bigger one. Gross made grosser. Okay true to be fair he will drink coffee with tons of milk and ice in it but!!

Then snorts a little. Carefully. Not onto the sandwich. ]

Bro she seems the type to be circle of life 'bout it. Eat, be eaten.

[ He smashes the top of the sandwich down, smooshing it so it's not too thick so he can cut it. It looks messy. Condiments oozing out the sides. Smells decent though? Do they have plates? He looks for plates. ]

Whenever we finally figure out world hopin' portals, you gotta come visit Tokyo. 'Spacefically Shibuya. You will flip yer lid.

[Look he understands. Dipper does not drink black coffee for the fun of it, he drinks it because it puts him closer to seeing through dimensions. He's got stuff to do and his flesh prison can only do so much without help.]

That's true. That's good because venison is like, genuinely tasty. I'm-

[That sure as hell is a sandwich Beat has made. He ponders over this mess as Beat looks for plates and decides no, what he was originally gonna say still stands.]

I'm real excited about this sandwich, dude.

[But talk of Japan gives him a minute to think.]

It sounds awesome. It's like, a huge city, right? I've met so many people from Japan its kind of nuts, so I've definitely been curious.

Bro trust me on this. The nose knows. This shits gonna blow yer socks off.

[ Plates acquired, Beat slaps the halves down onto them and carries them over to one of the kitchens tables. Sets them down, then reaches up and moves Dipper from his shoulder to drop him into his chair. Like a toddler getting ready for dinner. ]

Man, I ain't surprised? Dunno 'bout the rest of the world, but I know Tokyo gotta hella high con- uh... condensation of Composers an' Angels an' shit. 'Cuz 'parently it's all by city or district or somethin'. Got memories of three years of bein' Josh's City Watcher an' I ain't recall nonna the shit he told me.

[ Sigh. Enough about that though cause Beat's sitting himself down and instantly mashing his half of the sandwich into his maw. ]

[This sandwich is so big and he is so smol. He's considering how to tackle it from a tactical standpoint. He watches Beat destroy it and wishes for a second he could open his mouth that wide. Alas.]

Oh, so you actually worked with Josh on his games? He's told me a little about that. I guess when you have a high population density you would have to divide things up a little differently. I wonder how many California has.

[A place like LA is probably divvied up like Tokyo, but he imagines boring ol' Peidmont probably shares a border with the nearby towns.]

[He decides to just try and take a bite. Surely this will go fine!!]

[Hm.]

[ Hey! HEY! He knows that face!! ]

Yo whatchu mean by that?!

[ He pauses to sniff his sandwich. It smells great?!

Okay, yes, to be fair Beat also thinks rolling on dead skunks and sticking his face into the trash is great too but! There's no way Dipper is making that face to his sandwich!? Rude!! He snorts and sticks out his tongue and chews more. ]

Ye- an' nah. Real me di'nt but 'parently when I got memories of some other me, I did? But less on workin' on his games wid him an' more Batmanin' 'round to keep Shibuya safe while N- uh, my other husband was gone. I was sorta his eyes an' ears. Aw man, whatchu mean wid that face!! Boo, bro! It's good!!

Oh! You mean like how I have all those weird memories from the me that never went to Trench! Haha, man, weird memories, right?

[He can totally salvage this, He takes another totally sincere bite and waves his hand. Please pay no mind how Dipper is literally in the texture trenches right now fighting for his life.]

So, anyway you wanted to know what happened with me and Stan, right? Let's talk about that!

....

[ Okay that's actually hilarious and smoothes down his ruffled fur over the "insult" to his sandwich. Dipper is fighting for his young life over a sandwich and Beat can't help but laugh. ]

Aight. Aight dude, stop. Put it down, an' grab yerself somethin' else. I ain't really mad, dog taste buds changed me.

[ He will eat it for Dipper though, grabbing his plate to slide it over to him too, tail wagging. ]

But I ain't lettin' you off the Stan hook though. What happened?

[Well, alright. He will slide the sandwich over to Beat! Thank goodness he doesn't have to try and eat the whole thing. It might have actually killed him. He will go and scavenge for something else. Probably a more sane sandwich with chips on it.]

Alright, fine, I kind of set myself up with that one.

[It gives him time to try and sort out how he wants to explain it anyway. Once he has his food he takes a seat again.]

So, like, full disclaimer, Stan and I getting into it isn't really that weird. We used to butt heads all the time when I was younger. We're uh, we're both pretty stubborn and bad at backing down.

[A thoughtful bite.]

This one was just ...worse than any of the other ones we've had in a while. Part of it is probably my fault but most of it is his for not being honest with me. He had some kind of nightmare, and while that's not weird, exactly, I woke up to ask him about it because I felt something insanely sinister come through our house right before it happened.

[ The disclaimer makes Beat nod while his mouth is full of sandwich, his ears perked up and forward as he listens to lil bro begin to explain. He's silent - other than the horfing of his food - his brows furrowed down, letting Dippers words turn over in his head.

He knows Dipper is an empath or whatever they're called, so if the nightmare was bad enough for Dippins to pick up on, it had to have been bad but of course- ]

Old people, yo. They get so fuckin' stubborn 'bout the stupidest shit when it come to they emotions.

[ He says all that with his mouth full and then snorts. And promptly chokes on his sandwich, coughing and making those dog horking noises a little until he gets it down and out of his sinuses, rubbing at his snout vigorously and whewing softly, eyes watering. ]

An' then - geezus that almost took me out - when you try an' talk to them they get all clammy 'bout it. Nevermind if you can help or shit. Like c'mon, if it was bad 'nuff yer nephew felt it, wake the fuck up old man an' fuckin' talk.

[Dipper takes a huge bite right as Beat agrees with him and he smacks his hand in the table in agreement.]

Right! And getting Grunkle Stan to talk about anything is like pulling teeth out of a Gremloblin! But it-

[And then Beat almost dies so he jolts and waits to see if he needs to Heimlich a werewolf before he recovers.]

But it gets worse, because not only was that bad vibe identical to the feeling I got when I found the False Asshole’s temple, but we have a unique form of corruption tied to our mental state that means we have to talk about stuff or our mental states will tank and we risk turning into monsters!

Ah geezus, yo, was it Saint Bitchwad and the stick up his ass?

[ It would not surprise him any, that dudes always causing problems, and he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs a little to get comfy as he licks melty mayo or whatever it honestly is off his hands. ]

Aight, see, dude needs to suck it up and open the fuck up then. It bad enough we got one person who might go a little mad durin' full moons [ He jabs his finger against his own chest ] but the last thing we need is some wrinkled old fart turnin' into one just 'cuz he can't find his big boy words fer his feelin's. Old people. It - er well it was the 20th century, yo! We talk 'bout our shit!

I know it was, because I tried to one-vee-one him on the astral plain on the way over here.

[He didn't lose, but he didn't win. That's his story and he's sticking to it.]

Thank you. This isn't just about him being as emotionally vulnerable as a porcupine, it's about making sure no one has to do to him what they had to do to me the last time I fell into full corruption and hit beasthood.

[Dipper pulls back his shirt a little to show Beat the scars. The scar starts at his shoulder and goes down, diagonally across his torso. Like someone with a great big blade hacked him apart in one clean motion.]

Unfortunately, corruption is what makes this more complicated. This argument blew up bad enough that I'm worried he's already falling into it, which means getting through to him is going to be way harder by nature. I ...I like to think that had he not been corrupted, he wouldn't have yelled at me like that to begin with.

[ And he nods like that makes sense because it does. Of course Dipper would try to 1v1 an ancient toddler tantruming baby. Beat would have tried too, but he knows he's about as mentally useful as the crowd in fighting games.

His thoughts are distracted as Dipper points out his scars, Beat's ears going forward and he frowns a little thoughtfully to them, nodding. ]

Ye... "beasthood" sounds kinda like what happens to Fog Monsters if we don't eat. We turn into slobberin' mindless beasts that attack everythin' an' anythin' that we see as food. So as much as we don't like it, we gotta or we become menaces. Dunno how the old sheep managed to get 'way from it, but I know it aint left me.

[ He scratches his own chin - whose a good boy he is - thinking hard on Dippers Dilemma. ]

How'dchu come at it, yo? 'Cuz I know the older they is the more stubborn they is 'bout talkin', an' tryina yell them into submission jus' makes 'em clam the fuck up an' get salty.

Yeah... it sounds pretty similar. You're essentially driven mad by blood pollution and attack anything and everything. I think it's different for everyone. According to my sister, when it happened to me, the Beast could still use my powers, and it did it in ways that really fucked with her and my boyfriend before trying to kill them. They got really lucky another friend of ours showed up to put me down.

[Which is not at all a statement he likes making, but it gets the point across. Hitting Beasthood is the nightmare scenario no matter what.]

Yeah ...I really did just come in swinging when I shouldn't have. I was trying to be direct and not give him any holes to slip through when I was trying to ask him what was going on, but he just got more and more defensive. I should have known better.

[So, yeah, his methods were flaws this go around.]

I think ...I'm going to have to get his brother involved to make any progress. He won't listen to me, but I bet he'll listen to Grunkle Ford.

Edited 2024-12-30 01:26 (UTC)

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