Tag: alcor

coming off of the whole romance novel thing, imagine a whole twilight-type book series centered around mizar and alcor that ends up with a really alarming amount of fans

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Excerpt:

Mizar moved her feet uneasily from side to side as she stood awkwardly at the front of the classroom.

“Hi, everybody. My name is Mizar- Mizar Singleton. I just moved here from Orange County, California. I’m an only child, and I love animals, and… I’m not sure what else there is to say. It’s nice to meet all of you!” She gave the rest of the class an awkward wave, trying to ignore that half of the class was staring at the clock or the teacher instead of paying attention to her, and that several were trying to stifle yawns while a red-headed girl in the back row hadn’t even bothered trying to hide her own yawn. It was not a promising beginning.

Her teacher took a step forward. “Say hello to your new classmate, everybody!”

A chorus of unenthusiastic calls of “Hi, Mizar” were murmured throughout the classroom.

“Alright. Now, Mizar, you can have a seat- there’s an open spot in between Isabella and Al there.” The teacher pointed to the empty desk which she was alluding to, off to the right side of the classroom and near the back.

Mizar picked up her heavy backpack and eased her way over to the seat, nearly tripping over her classmates’ schoolbags along the way. As she opened up her new notebook with a sparkling star-filled cover and began to take notes on the teacher’s lecture, the girl couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at the students that sat next to her.

On her left was the girl who must be Isabella, a girl dressed in pink and purple whose hair was filled with obviously fake blonde highlights and who didn’t even bother getting out a notebook. Mizar scrunched up her nose. She couldn’t see befriending somebody like that, some blonde bimbo who was probably one of the popular girls. Mizar had never been in the popular group back in California- she’d always been a bit of a loner, really- and she doubted that this relocation was about to change that.

On her right… was Al.

Al wasn’t conventionally handsome, but then, Mizar had never drooled over the pretty boys that her peers had always found so fascinating. His scruffy brown hair was untidy in all the right ways, its messiness somehow proving even more attractive to her than any perfectly-mussed hairdo could ever be. He wore all black, even though the overpowering warmth of the Gravity Falls summer was yet to fade away, and he had on a pair of dark sunglasses despite the classroom’s dim lighting.

All that Mizar knew about this boy was his name. The two had never exchanged a single word of conversation, and he wasn’t even looking her way, focused instead on some intricate doodle in his notebook.

But, as her face flushed and her heart pounded, Mizar already knew that after laying eyes on him, she no longer wanted to be a Singleton.

Dipper goes to Alcor-con and enters the lookalike contest. He’s about to be awarded the third place prize or going on for the skit bit or something when he gets summoned, and everyone thinks his “oh I’m being summoned excuse me” is part of his act until he actually disappears.

“Alright everybody, give it up for the Demon Twins!”

The audience breaks into a smattering of applause, and the two cosplayers wearing matching bright clothes and black contacts bowed as they stepped back into the line-up of fellow costumed convention-goers.

“Next up, we’ve got another pair of Twin Stars. Come on up here, you two!” The black-clothed judge gestured towards the two that were next in line, a man and woman smiling nervously as they stepped forward. The man looked to be in his early twenties with shaggy brown hair and wore a black suit and a small black top hat. The woman was of a similar age, with long straight brown hair, a short skirt, and a thick, lime green sweater.

“Now, tell me a little bit about yourselves.” The judge extended the microphone towards the two, and the sweater-wearing woman quickly took it out of his hands. The two exchanged a long glance before the woman began speaking.

“Well, it’s- it’s a funny story… we actually didn’t come to the con together, we just met the night before and figured our costumes matched perfectly and we signed up for this last minute and it all worked out really well, I think!” Her words came rapidly, each one that flitted by taking its place in a rhythm that was almost musical in its simplicity.

“I helped her with her costume.” His words were slower, darker, each one filling the room until it had to make way for the next.

“Right, right. He was great about that, really.”

The judge shook his head, laughing gently. “That’s great, but I was talking about your costumes. Tell us about your take on Alcor and Mizar.”

Once again, after a brief moment of hesitation, the woman was the first to speak. “I’m Mizar the Twin Star! I knit my own sweaters and make sure nobody messes with my buddy Alcor here!” She punctuated the statement by spinning around on one leg, a wide grin on her face as she twirled. A smattering of claps and cheers came from the audience as her motion stilled.

“And I…” The man gave a wide grin, revealing a set of pointed teeth that looked as real as his yellow-and-black eyes. “I am Alcor the Dreambender, the Forgotten One, and of course, the Twin Star. One of the world’s most powerful demons. Those who cross me- or my twin Mizar- will soon r̭̝͇̲ͬ̉ͨẽ͉͍̱̼̻̥̗̂̕g̷͓̦ͧ̈́r̠͙e̗͓͈͉̗̗͓t̰͔̱ͫͧ̌ ̨̙͒̆i̠̲̬ͪ̋̃͗̚ţ̈.” The last few words resonated with a dark echo. The cheers from the crowd were even louder this time.

The judge gave a nervous laugh as he took his microphone back. “Good job, you two! You’ve certainly got the voice down there, Alcor- and those contacts are just perfect! I have to ask- where did you get them?”

The man’s gaze turned towards the ground, his face flushing. “They’re… er… they’re custom-made.”

The judge gave a terse nod. “Well, their creator certainly did a wonderful job then! Now, before we move on to the next contestants, any last words from you two?”

The man burst into a sneeze, which had a high-pitched sound that didn’t seem to match up with his low voice.

The room erupted into laughter.

"Aww, does Alcor the Dreambender have a case of the sniffles?”

“I-” He sneezed again, the second sneeze just as small and cute as the first. “No! I, Alcor the Dreambender, do n̺͉̼͍̮͗̅̍ͯ̄̓͢ǫ̰ͩ͐̔t̘̖͘ get the sniffles!”

"Alright, alright if you say so.” The laughter began to die down. “Give a bow, you two! Mizar the Twin Star and Alcor the Sneezer!”

The Mizar cosplayer gave a bow as the room filled with both applause and laughter, but the other one remained in place, wide-eyed.

“Actually…” His words came faster than before. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but I really have to answer this summons. Excuse me for a minute, everybody.”

“No worries there, Alcor my buddy! Do whatever you have to do!” the judge replied.

Mizar and Alcor turned to face one another.

The Mizar cosplayer put her hands on her hips. “But Alcor, you promised to stick around for me!”

He flashed her another fang-filled grin. “Actually, I didn’t. You said I could stay here while I was corporeal. You didn’t say I had to.”

“But… but we’re in the middle of the costume contest! That’s not fair!” The woman pouted and gave the man her best puppy-dog eyes.

“Demons aren’t fair.”

And then, in the blink of an eye, the man in the Alcor costume disappeared from the stage.

The room fell silent.

What do you think would happen if Cassie’s parents walked in on her and Alcor doing homework while eating ice cream? What would their reactions be?

Cassie’s mother smiled as as she walked by her daughter’s room. Her door was closed, as always, but she knew that her daughter was probably just studying for yet another test. She was proud to have such an intelligent and studious child, a daughter whose grades set her near the top of her class. Sure, she liked her privacy, but what teenager didn’t? Cassie’s mother still fondly remembered her own teenage days, filled with all sorts of illicit activities caused by a rebellious streak that her daughter seemed to have mostly avoided.

Her smile disappeared as she heard her daughter’s voice leaking out from the cracks in the wooden door.

“So, then you can cancel that out from both sides of the equation, right?”

Cassie’s mother froze as she listened to her daughter’s words. She tried to reassure herself that it was just her going over the material out loud, working through it with spoken words as well as written ones, but the sinking feeling in her gut made her wonder if there was something far worse going on.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard a lower-pitched voice speaking in response.

“No, not this time- that’d be dividing by zero, and that can give you all sorts of nonsense answers.”

“Oh yeah.”

Her mother rapped on the door, gently at first, but increasing in strength with every knock. “Cassie, what’s going on in there?”

“Nothing, Mom! Just studying for a math quiz!”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Nobody! I’m just thinking out loud! Everything’s fine, alright? Just leave me alone for a bit!” Her daughter’s voice was loud and panicked.

Cassie’s mother grasped the metal doorknob firmly and eased the door open, grateful that she had not installed a lock for her daughter’s bedroom.

Her blood ran cold as she took in the scene before her.

There was a boy in the room. A boy who looked a little older than her daughter, a little taller, wearing dark clothes, the two facing the other way as they bent over a math textbook.

Maybe her daughter had inherited that rebellious streak after all.

“Cassie?” she asked cautiously. “Who is this?”

Cassie turned around and stood up, her eyes full of fire. “Mom, I told you to leave me alone in here! You can’t just come barging in here like this!”

“Cassie, why is there a strange boy in your bedroom?”

The boy stood up and faced her.

…no, not a boy. No normal boy would have eyes of yellow and black, or teeth as sharp as fangs. This was something far stranger, far worse than she had imagined.

The… whatever it was took a few steps forward and extended its- his?- hand, giving a wide grin that further displayed his too-sharp teeth.

“You must be Cassie’s mother! I’m Alcor, I help your daughter with her math homework. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Cassie’s mother stared at the claws on Alcor’s extended hand, unwilling to reciprocate the gesture or to meet his dark stare.

Cassie gave her mother a sheepish grin. “…I can explain.”