Did I mention that I was thinking about doing an IRL Alcor Photoshop? Maybe? I don’t remember but it’s here anyway. (The base image is a photo of Jason Ritter, the voice actor for Dipper Pines.)
I figured I should put all the small bits and pieces I write for the TAU into one place on AO3 so heres the link, for people who prefer to read stuff there 🙂
“Henry? Hon?” Mabel leaned over the edge of the bed, her hair flopping down onto the floor as she pulled up the cover, her upside-down smile as big and as bright as it was right-side up. “What’re you doing down there?”
Henry let out a sigh. “I’m stuck.”
“What?” Mabel’s face disappears, hair streaming upwards like a pennant, and then her feet land on the rug by Henry’s nose. Seconds later, her face is back, right side up this time, her chin leaning on her elbows as she lies flat on her stomach. “Oh.”
Henry nods miserably. Or, rather, tries to. The impressive rack of antlers sprouting from his head and caught up in the underside of the bedframe make it a little difficult.
Mabel stifles a giggle in one hand. “You should see yourself!”
“I’m just a pair of spooky glowing eyes in the dark, aren’t I,” Henry says gloomily. “Hank ran away screaming when I asked him to help pull me out.”
“Is that what that was all about?” Mabel teases. “He just said there was a monster under the bed.”
“It’s not funny,” Henry mutters, even though he’s having trouble keeping the corners of his own mouth from twitching upwards. Mabel’s smile is infectious like that. “Would you please help me out of here?”
Several minutes of tugging and yanking and creative swearing later, Henry and Mabel both have to admit that as long as his antlers are corporeal, Henry’s not going anywhere.
“That’s okay, though,” Mabel announces, in that tone of voice she gets when she’s made up her mind and nothing, come hell or high water, will keep her from her goal. “Budge over.”
“Ow – Mabel, what -”
“Shush! And move your bony elbows.”
With Mabel cuddled up next to him, Henry has to admit, being stuck as the monster under the bed isn’t all bad.
Any number of reasons, even without considering the concept of documentation being lost to time here and there. People not doing their research and making assumptions about what all demons want. People doing their research but discounting or disbelieving what is written in that regard. People doing their research and not disbelieving it, but thinking that surely their very special case, and very special sacrifice, and very special protection circles and cleverness and safeguards and so on will make them an exception somehow. People deciding on their own definitions of “human” and tricking themselves into thinking that their definition is somehow the default.
It probably isn’t used very often, all told; fics just typically focus on the times that it does, because that tends to make a story.
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