This one’s not a prompt/headcanon/from the blog, but a thought I had.
Of the triplets going
through a Disney phase.The triplets going
through a Disney phase and getting Uncle Dipper to learn all the
music for sing-alongs.And then this happened.
Jamie sniffled and tried to hide it – she wasn’t a crybaby, no matter what the boys on the daycare said – but she wanted her mommy. This adventure wasn’t fun anymore, like the man from the playground had promised it would be.
Instead, after he’d given her a piece of candy, he’d dragged her down to a dark basement with a bunch of other adults in weird robes, sat her down in the corner, tied her to a pipe, told her to stay put and be quiet, and threatened to smack her when she cried.
The adults were arguing, something about candles and chanting and someone called Alcor and big words and Jamie didn’t understand what they were talking about but it didn’t sound like a fun game. Maybe it would be fun after Mr. Alcor got here? Because she wasn’t having fun at all, and she was ready to go home.
Then one of them grabbed her, cutting her free from the pipe and dragging her over to the circle. The rest of the adults started some kind of chant in a strange language and the one holding her raised a knife, slicing across Jamie’s arm even as she cried and struggled.
Her blood splattered into the circle and hissed, smoke boiling around the lines of chalk as they lit up with gold light that flowed through the lines like liquid.
As the light finished filling all the lines of the circle there were yells and banging from upstairs and the adults started to panic, dropping Jamie to the floor to rush upstairs.
Jamie sat at the edge of the circle where she’d fallen, crying and wishing harder than ever for her mommy.
Disneyfied Demon
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