Blame demo-ness for tagging my Toby Pines Death HC ficlet thing with a request for a painful Dipper POV of the event. At least I did not write out the funeral scene also requested because I couldn’t think of what to cover there which was not covered in what I did write plus the Maddie POV snippet in that previous fic…so. Here we go.
Tyrone
Pines was “sleeping” when the call came. It was the merest tug, powered by
little more than a drop of blood and a pocket-sized circle and a whisper of the
demon’s name – nothing like the big shebangs that usually got him out of bed, the
ones with a circle painted across the floor of an entire basement with two
dozen candles and extensive Latin chanting and a small farm animal for a
sacrifice. Normally such a paltry little pull would be ignored by a demon, but
there were three things about this one that had Alcor up and following it
within seconds.It was
from Toby. It was past midnight. And the blood he had used, the sound of his
voice, screamed of mortal fear.
Loss
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