mickeyrowan:

(A fic that turned out much longer than I expected, written for this post and this post in the transcendence-au‘s transdimensional arc, because whenever I see a “Alcor saying/doing a disturbingly Bill-like thing” headcanon I just really can’t help myself, and I haven’t seen anyone else take the prompts yet, so.)

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Dipper still wasn’t sure all what to think of the demon who shared his face. He didn’t trust him, of course, Alcor was a demon, and who’d be foolish enough to trust a demon whose smiles were too sharp and laughter still too cruel,

whose powers were so close to the ones Dipper knew as Bill’s. A demon who apparently owned Mabel’s soul. Yeah, Dipper didn’t trust that guy. But, as much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, he was starting to think that maybe there was at least a little more to Alcor than just being a sarcastic asshole of a demon.

Which is why Dipper was here, now, in the woods outside the Mystery Shack, clearing his throat at increasingly loud volumes while his alternate self hovered above him muttering incomprehensibly either at or about the orb of unstable light and magic in his hand. The thing was ever-shifting, its surface giving off an image not unlike oil on water, and Dipper had to push back the questions that rose to his lips. He was here for a reason, dang it, and it wasn’t whatever that thing was.

“Seriously?” Dipper said aloud, when the loudest ahem he could manage didn’t garner the demon’s attention. “Man, come on, it’s hot out here. I just wanted to ask you a question.”

Alcor’s gaze flickered momentarily from the orb to Dipper, and he grinned. The image of so many sharp teeth in a human-appearing mouth made Dipper shudder, still.

“You want to make a deal?” The demon asked, sounding both pleased and incredulous at the same time. “I thought you didn’t trust me.”

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