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sticksandbones2025-01-30 07:26 pm
ghostharasser) wrote in sticksandbones2025-01-30 07:26 pm
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You can bend or you can break
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-"
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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[ The lack of resistance does seem to be noted, as the fingers tap.... tap.... tap... gently against Dipper's head, scratching and prying like they're trying to get in. Digging painfully, pressure pounding, and urging him to turn. Forcing him to face behind him, to see what's chasing him, what pulses like his own heart beat.
It's Dipper. Oh, but Dipper knew that, didn't he. But the smile he gives himself. Is it familiar, Dipper? And the blue of his eyes, may look like Shadow Milks, but he knows the real blue of it, doesn't he? The familiar flame blue. Except for his eye. His red eye, glowing away. And the figure that stretches out underneath the milk is his beast. Him.
The True Him. ]
"What? Haha! Who runs from himself, honestly! Other than Vanilly, he gave me quite a chase. Blah blah same dough."
[ Those fingers press into Dipper's head, like they're trying to crush a particularly difficult nut. A tarot card appears in front of Dipper, spinning softly. On one side is him - Dipper Pines. Brother to Mabel, whose saved the world a few times with his two Grunkles. A boy whose lived in a world of blood, whose own smells like rancid milk when spilt - haha! - and now who is trapped within the mind of someone he shouldn't have messed with.
And the other side is Him. Him who he was meant to be. His powers are Bills, because like Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla, the two have always been entwined. They are two sides to the same coin. Bill is just Dippers future, one where he accepts who he is and-
Truthless reaches out to stop the card from spinning, taking it in his hand, his voice soft. ]
I see. You truly understand.
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[He's remarkably stubborn once his heels are in, but even he has limits. When he's forced to look, he feels his heart drop like lead in an ocean. His concentration totally buckles and he's stuck staring at what looks like a visage of hell. His own hell, anyway. The kind of thing that keeps him up at night, the kind of nightmares he's had to actively fight with his own powers. The powers that are just like-]
[The words are clear, burned into his mind, because of course they are, they mirror his own often times. They mirror His, too. After all, Dipper lost his eye to the sound of that monster's laughter ringing in his ears. That his own mind had lost its grip on reality so completely that he brought that demon back to life with his own insanity. He's never very far, even worlds away. He'll never escape the wretched ghost he's left on Dipper's subconscious, lingering in his peripheral.]
[He had wanted Fern to suffer, just as he had wanted Ozpin to suffer. Without Mabel there to stop him last time, he would have gone too far. With Fern, he arguably hadn't been stopped soon enough. That darkness has always been in him, how long before it becomes second nature? How long before he stops caring-]
NO!
[It's a raw, angry thing that tears its way out of his throat when it all sinks in. Desperation, fear, and defiance fill the air, and with it, an explosion of his own powers, surging out of control.]
I'LL NEVER BE YOUR PUPPET AGAIN, IF I HAVE TO KILL YOU MYSELF!
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"Puppet?"
[ It's Dippers voice. It's Bill's voice. It echos as one. With Dippers concentration dropped, 'Shadow Milk' can dig just a little. Just enough. ]
"You were never my Puppet, Pine Tree. Haven't you figured it out yet? Why your powers are so close to mine? We walk the same road, you and I. Because you are me. I am you. History repeats, time is circular, what happens in the past happens in the future happens in the now. Someday you'll look like a little yellow triangle and head back to Gravity Falls."
[ Truthless opens his eyes, his expression sad for once. He doesn't know if what the Illusion is saying is true but- ]
It's not real, Dipper. It is merely an Illusion. Focus.
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[Dipper falls deadly silent and the chaos of black and red fall still. Then, out of that blood red lake of milk shoots a single, deadly looking spear, not unlike the one he tends to use to fight with, aiming to pierce straight through the hand. Will it kill the hand? Probably not, but if it startles it enough, Dipper will use this as a means to get free.]
[Explicitly so he can swing a flying haymaker at Bipper with all his strength.]
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Bipper grins, as if daring that hand to connect, as if knowing it won't here inside Shadow Milks domain.
And Dipper will feel himself filled with something from outside Truthless Recluse's mind, yet tied in to him. It's small, but it's enough. Volition - a mere tiny speck of it that rests on Truthless' finger but still hums with faint power - has risen to meet Dipper's Resolution.
Bipper's grin fades as Dipper's fist connects to his jaw and chin in a small flash of purple mingled with red; shocked surprise fills his face as the creature tumbles back and to the side. Lands on a hand and knee as the other hand comes up to the spot to touch. It's blue and red that oozes from split icing from where the blow had crushed it to it's teeth. And the cheek is a crumbling crack like a Cookie.
Silence fills the void, the eyes all wide watching above. Even Truthless looks startled, staring down at the kneeling creature. The blood milk smooths, as a certain stillness creeps around them, as if the mind itself is holding it's breath. ]
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[He reaches up to wipe away some of the still oozing white jam of his own wound, feeling that stinging, digging pain throb from deep in his dough.]
Who I am is for me to decide. It never has or will have anything to do with you.
[With another breath he dusts the blue off of himself, turns to look at the eyes all peering down at him.]
It's been real, but I think I'm done here.
[He taps his foot on the ground. Time to force an exit, bye losers-]
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[ The word causes the mindscape around them to rumble, pull inwards, twisting in anger as color fades to blue. From the eyes spears - familiar to the one Dipper just called - form and aim. As Dipper forces his exit they rain down as the echo of Shadow Milk tries to prevent Dipper from leaving. Ever. And Dipper's aided by a gentle glow of a white shield encircling above him, protecting him from the storm, as Pure Vanilla steps forward. He... looks rough. His hair - mimicking the orchid petals of the vanilla orchid he is made from - is wilted and dull looking. His dough is cracked and crumbling in various place. Truthless still clings to him in the form of his appearance, but the lights in his eyes are gone. For now.
His smile as he turns to Dipper, as the exit forms under his feet like a circle, is soft. His voice is barely that of a whisper over the howling of anger above them and the ringing of spears off the shield, that's cracking with every blow. ]
I am proud of you, sweetheart. I love you. Do not come back here.
[ His exit forms under him and he falls, Pure Vanilla lifting his hand in goodbye before everything fades abruptly to darkness as the dream walking ends. ]
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[That's only short-lived, however as the shield suddenly appears to keep the rain of paind, death, and spears from immediately skewering him right then and there. Who...]
[Oh.]
[Oh.]
Wait-!
[No, not when he's so close, not when he's almost within reach! If he can just grab hold of him, then maybe he can drag him back out with him!]
Pure Vanilla!
[But he drops, like a cartoon trap door and even with his hand outstretched, he's not able to reach him. Once again, Dipper misses by an inch trying to save someone he cares about, and he falls into darkness. The echo of Pure Vanilla's words ringing in his ears louder than any of Bill or Shadow Milk's taunting ever could.]
[When Dipper wakes up, he is met with screaming pain, a profound inescapable dread and sorrow, but also, strangely enough, hope.]
[Unfortunately this means on the outside, Dipper has come out of his sleep with a violent pulse of his powers, a deep cut wound slices down his face, and the aggressive signs of accelerated corruption. Feathers sprout from his skin and the scars framing his right eye tear open to reveal burning red eyes. Dipper screams.]
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and then dipper is screaming and bleeding and sprouting-
it says something, perhaps, that despite the spike of fear and guilt in her chest, lily stays calm, just crouching beside him, healing light at her fingertips. )
You're safe now.