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“Oh my god,” Mabel cooed, her face scrunched up in a gleeful smile. She held a camera up and snapped picture after picture, resisting the urge to laugh–if she did, she might disturb Dipper.
She wasn’t exactly sure how he’d gotten into this state. Her best guess was that some cult had tried to placate him with Yggdrasil, hearing of its odd effects on him. In any case, he’d be insanely embarassed when the effects wore off.
Currently, all-powerful demon Alcor the Dreambender sat curled up in a box. He’d scattered the previous contents of it in order to fit inside, and now determinedly resisted any attempts to get him out of it.
“This is a new record for cat-like behavior,” Acacia remarked from where she sat a few feet away, leaning forward with interest. She smiled mischievously. “This will make for great blackmail.”
“Atta girl,” Mabel said, grinning. Dipper, meanwhile, remained in his box, grooming himself thoroughly. He would never hear the end of this.
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