Psychic Singularity Ch 22

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The trees thinned, and though the bushes, the group could see the Shack.

“Ugh, finally,” Stan said. “Sooner we get in there, sooner we can
start waiting for everyone else to show up and start planning.”

Mabel squinted into the brightly lit clearing, shading her face with
her hand, bat over her shoulder. Suddenly she shrieked, everyone around
her wincing away and covering their ears. “Candy! Grenda! Girls!”

Ahead, in the clearing, what Mabel had already seen became clear to
the rest as they came out of the bushes and got a better look.

What they had thought to be a mass, another monster to try and fight
their way past, on the other side of the building was the Rainbow
Basher, her colors shifting in the uncertain light and making her blend
into the background in ways she never had before.

And by the Shack’s door was clustered a group of humans, aspects, and
nightmares, with Candy and Grenda peeling off the group to come hug
Mabel.

“We think there’s someone inside the Shack!” Grenda announced. “We gotta get in there!”

“Never ends,” Stan and Ford groaned as one. They glanced at each
other in surprise and dawning hope before turning back to the task at
hand, dismissing it for the moment.

“Do you have any idea who might be in there?” Ford asked, mentally
calculating everyone when Grenda and Candy hesitated. “I don’t
see…Willow, I think she’s the only one not here yet? Unless someone
else followed you girls?”

They were quiet for a moment, looking between each other. Ford turned
to the aspects around them, addressing them. “Can any of you sense
Willow? Or who might be inside?”

The aspects avoided looking at each other, though finally one of
them, Ford believed it was Dipper’s Survival Instinct, spoke up. “ ’s
hard to tell where anyone is,” he said, though he looked as though it
was difficult to admit. “What I’m split like this, my powers aren’t
working like they should.”

Ford paused, staring at Survival for a moment in mingled disbelief
and dismay, before continuing. “O…kay. Would have been good to know
that ahead of time. Still, there’s a chance it’s Willow inside. We
should go investigate, but be ready for it to be an ally instead of a
foe.”

“And be prepared for random fireballs, since Will didn’t get the
memo,” Acacia added to her brother in a not-so-quiet undertone. Several
aspects had to hide a laugh, looking away innocently when humans or
nightmares turned to look at them.

“Let’s get inside,” Mabel declared. “If it’s Will, then it’s still
safe, if not, it feels safer, and we need to regroup. Everyone,
onwards!”

With that cry, Mabel led the charge towards the Shack.

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