Psychic Singularity Ch 10

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Acacia skidded to a stop in a three point landing, shoes kicking up
dust and with the bow Aunt Candy had given her ready in her free hand
and her brass knuckles ready on her supporting hand.

Her
assigned sheep, Killer and Darcrack, skidded to a stop beside her, alert
and on edge, teeth bared. Killer’s short wings were flared, and
Darcrack’s barbed tail was poised and ready.

After a few moments the trio relaxed a touch, straightening from their defensive crouches.

“…okay,”
Acacia said, hefting the bow she’d picked earlier. It had taken a long
time to get used to using one with only one eye, but Pines stubbornness
won out in the end. “So that happened. Who votes we find as many bits of
Uncle Dipper as we can and drag them back to the Shack so we can make
him apologize for scaring us and make him talk it out?”

The
two nightmares baaed with glee, rearing up a little and kicking their
front legs, Killer flapping her tiny wings and Darcrack lashing his tail
in approval.

“All right then,” Acacia said, projecting
cheerfulness and confidence as hard as she could. “Let’s go then –
either one of you have a lead?”

Killer and Darcrack
lowered their heads together, conferring quietly. Finally, just when
Acacia was starting to really get impatient, waiting with crossed arms
and tapping foot, they raised their heads to look at her somberly.

“We
can sen͡se ̶o̕n͞e, poss̸ib͟ļy t͟wo͞,” Killer said. “B̧u̢t̡ t͟he̕y̧
̧a͘re̶ n̶o̶t̡ ̕f͡r̷i͜e͠nd̸ly pa͠rt҉s̢ ǫf yo͡ur̶ un̵c̛le, our M̶ast̷er.
͘Th̢e͜y ̴ar͝e ̡dangȩrou͠s.”

Acacia scowled, squaring her shoulders. “Uncle Dipper can’t recover unless we find all the pieces, though, right?”

Obviously reluctant, Killer and Darcrack agreed that that was, in fact, the case.

“Then
we got find all the pieces,” Acacia said firmly. “Come on, let’s get
moving. What’re you so scared of? We’re some of the scariest things
around here.”

“Not as͠ s͝c̨ar͜y͠ a͏s ̧t͡h̡e̡ ͜Ma͏ster
m̴ig͜ht ̸b͝e͜…” Killer whispered, scuffing a hoof against the leaves
underfoot, Darcrack nodding agreement beside the tiny, normally fearless
nightmare.

Acacia shot a grin at the nightmares over her
shoulder. “Anybody tell you about the time Uncle Dipper scared the shit
out of me? I’ve got him back since but man, does he still feel so
guilty…”

Ears pricking forward, the nightmares trotted up to flank their human.

“Bu̡t̛
th̵e M͡a͜s͜t͝e͢r̡ c͞ares͝ abo̸ut y͢o͡u͜ a͢n̵d ̴y̕o̸ur ̶s͢ib̡li͞n̷g͝s͢
͡m̸or̶e̛ ͘than̶ a̛n͘ythi͢n̸ģ,” Killer said, and Acacia laughed again,
less forced than before.

“Yeah, but he still screws up. Okay, so were were five, okay? And this cultist decides to come visit…”

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