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

[ghostharasser]

Who: Dipper and YOU
What: Dipper and Stan got into an argument which resulted in Dipper bolting out of the house to cool down. He heads for the Inn
When: The night of the nightmares through the next day.
Where: Mostly the Inn
Warnings: TBA depending on what comes up!!
Toplevels below!!!

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[soundsurfing]

....

[ 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?

1/2 sorry for all the two parters

[ghostharasser]

[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.

[ghostharasser]

[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.

[soundsurfing]

[ 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.

[ghostharasser]

[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!

[soundsurfing]

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!

[ghostharasser]

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.

[soundsurfing]

[ 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.

[ghostharasser]

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.