Psychic Singularity Ch 13

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When the wind hit, Pacifica somehow found herself sandwiched between two of Dipper’s nightmares.

Erschreckendmörderdesgrasderamflaumigstenist
Irreaffentittenturbosuperdupertyp Bammelbegierdedergoldenehufe dug
claws and wings deep into the pavement on one side while Steve 2 did the
same on the other, skidding down the sidewalk and leaving grooves in
the concrete until they hit the side of a building.

When
the wind stopped and the world went back to as close to normal as it was
going to get today, they were the only ones left on the street.

Slowly
they inched their way out away from the concrete wall, still feeling as
though the ground was going to drop out from underfoot at any second.

Finally
Pacifia stood, giving her hair a quick flip. “Ugh, seriously? Fine.
We’ll do it alone. Just me and a pair of nightmare sheep.” She looked
over at the two nightmares flanking her, raising a critical eyebrow.
“Okay, who’ve we got?”

The two nightmares puffed up with
indignation, following with offended huffs when Pacifica started
walking. “Look, I don’t remember the names of all Dipper’s pets, all
right?”

The nightmares exchanged looks, proud, smug looks, as if reminding themselves that it was true, they
had names, unlike every other nightmare out there, names their master
had…well, not always approved of, but accepted. A look that quickly
turned disgruntled as they realized they’d been called ‘pets’.

“Steve 2”

“Erschreckendmörderdesgrasderamflaumigstenist
Irreaffentittenturbosuperdupertyp Bammelbegierdedergoldenehufe” they
said, and Pacifica paused, turning to look at
Erschreckendmörderdesgrasderamflaumigstenist
Irreaffentittenturbosuperdupertyp Bammelbegierdedergoldenehufe blankly.

“…I
remember hearing about you,” she said, manicured hand on outthrust hip.
“You’re still getting called Ershie. Not even remotely sorry.”

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