This one is a combo of: kevingabriel’s request: kid alcor? and Is
it bad that I can see Alcor going all Unholy Retribution on people
involved in child trafficking? Because I can see him tearing them to
*shreds* and making them wish they’d never been born, and doing all this
while in his 12 years old self. Maybe one of his niblings told him, or
he discovers them accidentally with his omniscience, but the people
involved being wholly unprepared to deal with the wrath of a *very*
pissed off demon. (…Wow I need more demon-on-a-killing-spree!Dipper).Since this is my 100th chapter (how did that happen?) this one’s a two-parter. More next week from this one.
It started with a rumor, passed from group to group, species to species.
It probably would have stopped there, if it weren’t for the presence
of the Dinner Crew, who accepted and welcomed members of all species.Because they were the first to be able to compare rumors, see the similarities in them, and bring them all to Don Pines.
The swan maiden they had voted to bring it all to the Don, Fiona,
finally wrapped up her report and passed her papers over to Lucy Ann,
who was sitting in the huge armchair next to the couch holding Hank and
Vivi, dwarfed by the huge chair.“The police aren’t helping at all?” Hank asked, answering himself
before anyone else had to. “No, nevermind, of course they aren’t. If
they weren’t able to help when it was just human kids, why would they be
able to for anyone else.”He flopped back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Right.
Okay. I…sorry. Going to take a minute to sink in. I just. Every time I
think I’ve seen the worst things people can do…”
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