Psychic Singularity Ch 12

phenyxsnest:

Vivienne’s landing was less than graceful, a bouncing, skidding roll
that ended with her facedown on the ground with a mouthful of grass.

She heaved herself up on her elbows, spitting it out in automatic disgust before pausing.

The grass…tasted like candy. Sugar and mint, mostly.

Of course it did. Why should anything make sense today.

Carefully Vivi levered herself up and patted herself down.
Thankfully, apart from her dignity and a few scrapes from her landing,
nothing else hurt, so she started looking around for clues. At least
nobody saw that happen.

Horace the Hooved Horror and Zondor the Destructor came trotting out
of the woods after a few minutes, just long enough for Vivi to think she
was left alone out here.

“And where have you two been?” Vivi asked, the two nightmares looking
so similar to a pair of her kindergarteners that had been doing
something they shouldn’t be doing that the tone and question came out
automatically.

Both sheep reacted like kindergarteners, too, scuffing the ground with their hooves and not looking directly at Vivi.

“Well?” she asked, suddenly wary. The two nightmares were acting
entirely too guilty for anything innocent…or anything demonic, really.
Must have been Dipper’s influence.

“We…may have done some scouting about to see if we could find part
of the Master,” Horace the Hooved Horror said guiltily. “The Master
would have wanted us to stay with you.”

“Could hardly help me when I was just lying here,” Vivi said after a few moments of thought. “Did you find anything?”

“Well…” Zondor the Destructor said reluctantly.

Continue on AO3 // Continue on FF.net