You can bend or you can break

[ghostharasser]

Who: Dipper and some cookie house residents
What: Dipper goes to check on Cookie House after going full eldritch on Fern. It sure is a mess.
When: Sometime after people have returned from the garden
Where: Cookie House!
Warnings: Unreality, Dreamscape stuff, Nightmares more TBA


"Man, things sure got rough at home, time to go check on the other place I like to hang out, full of people I like and care about. I bet everything is just fine over there-"

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[purevanillacookie]

[ "Waiting to see if I end up just like him in the end."

"In the end, you will become... me! And it's gonna feel good!"

"Whose power?"

He looks up from where his eyes had dropped as Shadow Milks words had flooded back. Not that they ever truly were gone. Sympathy, laughter, mockery. Pure Vanilla had been safe here, breaking the Soul Jam to give the power away.

And the forest took it away. Made him face Shadow Milk once more. Let him fall. ]

You understand. My powers were never my own. They were always His. And in the end, I became Him.

[ He studies Dipper again, eyes searching the boys. There's almost something there in them. The memory of a feeling, the hint of emotion. It's hard to tell what it is, however, Truthless doesn't even know himself. ]

You will not become Him. You do not hide yourself behind lies and you understand the dangers you tread with each use of your powers. They may mimic His, but you have not lost the Truth you cling to. You are, and always be, you.

[ He's trying. Trying to reassure Dipper, as he tried to reassure A.B.A. At least Dipper is a far more emotionally intelligent person who wont sulk and kick a fuss.

Trying to be Pure Vanilla Cookie. ]

[ghostharasser]

[Dipper sees it, however brief. Holds onto it like a life line, because it's the first time since they've talked that he's truly seen a speck of hope that Pure Vanilla might still be in there.]

[Though the words are spoken the way they are, with his deathly dead pan, toneless voice, they are still strangely sincere in their own way. He is trying, and he has no reason to do this, but he's doing it anyway. It's enough.]

And I don't think you're as lost as you think you are.

[With the treat box on the table, he moves towards the doorway into the rest of the house.]

Tell "him" I haven't given up on him. I'm gonna go check on the others now.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Truthless doesn't respond to either of those, his eyes on Dipper as he heads out to the rest of the house. It reminds him of Gingerbrave and his friends. The defiance in the face that Pure Vanilla was lost.

What makes you so sure that Cookie still existed, he had asked them.

Because we believe in him, they had replied.

And in the end he had told them it was time to say Goodbye and raised his magic against them. To prove to them Pure Vanilla no longer existed. There's the desire to do the same here, to show Dipper so he understood like he was sure the other had.

Instead he merely hums in acknowledgement and lifts his book back up to open it back up. ]