full-moon-melon:

Okay so I felt bad for destroying people’s emotions with my last two fics and decided to make some fluff like a said I would and was inspired by

http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/99782951748/to-add-on-to-the-sleep-floating-anon-one-of-the, http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/99772093948/sometimes-mabel-and-henry-will-summon-dipper-to-the, http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/99537696693/we-need-more-happy-headcanons-that-dont-make-us-cry, and finally http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/99607850913/smile-dip.

My HC was that maybe, just maybe, what if Dipper stumbled on some Smile Dip, got a little too curious, and  tried some? FUN.
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The summoning circle was complete. The summoners chanted in a low, monotone voice, the great, mysterious and omniscient demon Alcor appeared before them. “Alcor, we require you to do a deed that little wish to endure.” Said one of the chanters, a young man.

“Oh brother, not this again. What do you want now, Henry?” Alcor/Dipper sighed, already unamused with his sister and brother-in-law.

“Dipper! We’re trying to show the kids that we can do a proper summoning, stay all demony and don’t ruin it!” Mabel whispered.

Dipper rolled his eyes and let a demonic black cast come to his skin, his eyes like golden torches. “Fine.” His family returned to the circle. “We require you, Alcor, to vacuum the carpets and clean out the fridge while we are gone, so when we are ready for Game Night tonight, we have a clean house! In return, we will allow you to consume any sugar in the house!” Mabel finished.

“Yeah yeah.” Dipper glowered at the two of them before shaking hands with his sister. “Thanks Dipping Sauce we’ll be back in an hour while we get groceries.” She said with a smile, scooping up Willow and Hank while Henry carried Acacia on his shoulders. Dipper poofed a sponge into his hand from the sink and started cleaning the fridge out.

Half an hour in and Dipper had cleaned out the refrigerator, and was vacuuming when he found a strangely familiar packet. He pulled in out from under the couch to find it was Smile Dip.

When did Mabel get Smile Dip. I thought I gave all of it to the triplets. He thought, putting the small packet on the kitchen table and went back to work. The demon was almost finished and he paused, considering his options. They said I could have any sugar in the house, and I don’t think we have any ice cream. It’ll only be a little bit, and I’m a demon. I doubt that it’ll do anything too bad. Dipper concluded that he would try some, and that would be it.

Dipper had discovered multiple packs of Smile Dip hidden around the house, and had consumed every one of them. Every. Single. One.
Henry walked into the house, keys in one hand, two little hands in another. Mabel had a handful of groceries and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to find it was immaculate.

“Thank you so much Dipper!” She giggled, turning around to find him floating flat in the middle of the living room, his eyes blank and his mouth hung open.

It immediately came to Mabel, and she started laughing so hard tears came to her eyes, and her sides were racked with pain from laughing. “I don’t believe it, you actually ate them?!” She asked through laughs, knowing her brother wouldn’t respond.

Henry eyed the living room, then his wife. “What did he do?” He asked calmly. “I hid Smile Dip around the house for him to find, and the deal was he could eat any sugar in the house. So I decided to leave him a surprise revenge attack for giving the kids that whole stash on their birthday.” Mabel explained, still smiling

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“Wait, so your demon brother is hyped up on drugs for kids? Won’t that have bad side affects?” Henry asked, nervous that his wife may have went too far, but it was still a brilliant plan, since Smile Dip had the worst sugar hangover ever.

“Maybe, but I doubt it’ll be that bad.” Mabel replied, but with more thought, she decided that it would be best for them to make sure Dipper didn’t leave the house, who knows what crazy things he might do.

Dipper was now tied to the couch via a scarf, so he didn’t float through the ceiling and into outer space, which, in his condition, wouldn’t be surprising.  The family decided to go on with their Game Night, playing Jenga, Monopoly and other games.

However, every so often Dipper would exclaim, “Onwards Aoshima, for we have a destiny to fulfill!” or, “Of course I want your candy paw!” and the scarf would fray and the wallpaper would peel from the wall. His outbursts where almost timed, as they kept scaring Henry into messing up his move, and that was when he felt no pity for his brother-in-law.

The terrifying dream demon also was completely still, allowing Hank, WIllow or Acacia to carry him around like a balloon while he foamed from the mouth when it wasn’t their turn.

They had initially asked what was wrong with “Uncle Dipper” but Mabel told them that Uncle Dipper had too much candy, and was paying the price.

Fast forward one hour, and Dipper’s echoing moans are heard throughout the entirety of the house. “Owww my head.” Dipper groaned, rolling around on the floor while the Pine’s were finishing their game of Scrabble.

“Uggghh, my stomach. Never let me eat sugar ever again.” The complaining demon sighed, a look of nausea coming across his face.

“That’s what you get for giving the kids that Smile Dip on their birthday and ditching us with them.” Henry smiled.