“So-”
Oh god it was Mr. Pines (there was no way Henry could call him Mark, not this early at least), this was Mabel’s father–
“-where did you meet our Mabel at?”
Henry looked down at his plate. “Um, at a social gathering-”
“I was doing a keg stand and then I got down and burped the alphabet and then I saw Henry!” Mabel chimed in.
“Oh. That’s… nice sweetie,” Mrs. Pines replied.
Henry decided now would be a good time to pile more mashed potatoes on his plate.
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The Signal
Far into the future, Dr Atanya and her son go to explore a mysterious signal coming from the Earth.
Psychic Singularity
Ford lay where he’d landed, flat on his back staring up at the mottle blue/orange/grey sky.
This was all his fault.
It
was hard to accept, after all this time. He’d managed to make his peace
with the fact that it was his creation of the portal that had caused
the Transcendence in the end, even if Stanley had been the one to bring
it back to working order. He’d been angry at Stan for that, but in the
end, well, he’d built it. He’d hidden the warnings and underestimated
what Stanley would do for family. The responsibility was his.And so was his great nephew’s condition.
Oh, Dipper and Mabel tried to convince him otherwise, but he
knew better. And he knew his great nephew was still scared of him
sometimes.And that was his own fault, too.
Henry looked up from his plate of waffles.
There was something different about Mabel this morning.
He took another bite, noting that one of the kids managed to
sneak real maple syrup in the cart when they went to the store with Stan.He looked at Mabel again, and sighed.
“This is a dream, isn’t it?”
Mabel giggled, and the antlers that had been crowning her
head, matching his macabre trophy for trophy, poofed back into the ether.“That didn’t take you long.”
“I… there’s nothing, um, wrong is there?”
Mabel’s brow furrowed, and her waffle quickly became topped
with pickles and sour cream.“Why would you say that?”
“I haven’t dreamt about my wife since.. since-“
“-the time you got kidnapped into a hell forest and had a
major identity crisis?” Mabel finished for him, stuffing the waffle topped with
deviled eggs and chocolate syrup into her mouth in one go.“Er. Yes.”
Another waffle poofed onto Mabel’s plate. He continued
eating his; after all, they didn’t have maple syrup back at the house.“Aren’t you happy to see me?”
Henry stiffened. “Yes, of course, always. It’s just… I didn’t
expect to see you again. You’re the
same, aren’t you? From the forest?”Mabel closed her eyes, and when she opened them they were
the same flashing rainbow he remembered.“But then again,” Henry went on. “You told me back then you
were a hallucination, an image projected onto the world by my brain-”“I didn’t say it all like that,” Mabel interjected, spraying
Miracle Whip and Reddi Whip in equal quantities on her waffle.“Mm.” Henry finished his waffle. Immediately, another one
appeared on his plate. He was getting kind of full… but it was a dream, and
this tasted exactly like the syrup that Aunt Mary used to tap from her trees.“So my question then is, are you just a memory reappearing
in my dream? Are you an actor in the dreamscape, like every other piece of my
dreams ever? Or are you… are you real?”“Hmmm.” Mabel put her fork down. The icon on her sweater
turned into the Cheshire Cat. “What is
real, Henry?”“Mabel-“
“What is a Mabel?”
Henry sighed. It hurt, sometimes, when Mabel would get goofy
with him when he was asking a genuine question, and it hurt here too. “Okay,
fine, whatever-“A warm hand, that shifted between the tight skin of youth
and the wrinkles and spots of age, touched his. He looked up into Mabel’s
swirling oil slick eyes.“Stay. Please? I just… wanted to see you, again.” Mabel
blushed. “In a nicer place this time, without all the dying and angst.”“I-“
“I even asked Mabel Prime’s permission-“
There was so much to unpack from that but all he could say
was, “Mabel Prime?”“We were thinking Big Mabel or Other Mabel, but Mabel Prime
won out. Anyway, she told me she didn’t mind sharing, especially with herself
so here I am and here you are…”Henry looked at her hand on top of his, then covered it with
his free one.“Here we are indeed.” He looked into her eyes as the kitchen
faded into grey around them.“What would you like to do Mabel?”
Healing and Hijinks
What happens after the events of Haunted and Hunted.
The kids meet their new caretaker and figure out the specifics of their new living situation. 2651 words.
Renee glowered at the person at the other side of the table from her, Charlie, and Vin. Charlie was looking at the floor, fiddling with zir hands. Vin was looking around absently.
Renee had no idea why she agreed to this. This was a mistake. This was so obviously and unmistakably a mistake. They would have been fine on their own. It wouldn’t have been great, but it would’ve worked. They didn’t need some interloper, whom they knew nothing about besides that they worshipped a demon, to inject themself into their lives to take control of everything. It wasn’t going to end well for them and she should have known it from the start. She should have put her metaphorical foot down from the start. But she didn’t. And now she was here, full of regret. She wondered what Alcor would do if she called this off right now. He had said that she they could end the arrangement for any reason. But he would probably get mad at her for not being willing to actually give the person a chance. And she really didn’t want to make Alcor, Maker of Archipelagos, mad. Even if he had assured her that he wasn’t going to do anything to her or her friends, she wasn’t willing to test his temper.
Something Borrowed, Something Blues 5 / ?
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / ?
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When Ian woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
The covers were all rumpled and pushed down to the foot of the bed, the blue light on the coffeemaker was on, and the window was forced wider than it had been last night, wide enough to blow the curtains out into the room like a couple of very ugly snot-green-damask ghosts. Somehow, it was still unbearably hot in the room.
Ian patted the mattress beside him, but it was only about as warm as the rest of the room. He couldn’t tell how long Mira must have been up before he was.
Do Henry or the Triplets ever manage to have time travel adventures?
“So.”
Ugh. Acacia hated when Hank used that tone on her.
Hank pushed his glasses up on his nose.
“You think it’s a good idea to go with this weird guy-”
“Blendin Blenjamin Blandin!”
“-the weird guy who accidentally killed Time Baby.”
“I did not kill Time Baby, Time Baby did not die and further more-”
Hank shot Blandin a look he totally stole from Dad. Acacia was surprised that it worked.
“Anyway, you think it’s a good idea to go with him to, what was it?”
“GLOBNOR!!!!!”
Mom mentioned Blandin having a mute button, why didn’t she say where it was?
“Come on Hank!” she pleaded. “Remember all the games Mom and Uncle Dipper mentioned? The lightcycle races? The hot dog eating contests? Testing your mettle against monsters from across the galaxy? Five dimensional chess? Doesn’t that sound cool?”
“It sounds dangerous,” Willow finally chimed in, plopped in her bean bag chair and reading a magazine.
Acacia huffed. “Okay, doesn’t it sound fun?”
Hank shook his head. “For two seconds until you remember that Mom and Dad would ground us forever.”
Willow looked up from her magazine at Acacia with a slightly vacant stare. Acacia tried not to squirm. When Willow looked at people like that…she usually was seeing things that people didn’t want her to see.
Finally, Willow looked back down and flipped a page.
“I think your version of fun is different from ours Caci.”
Time for the big guns. “Don’t either of you want a time wish? That’s, that’s a big fucking deal right?”
Hank snorted. “Our uncle is a demon. Why do we need a time wish?”
Not looking up from her article, Willow said, “Look, just admit you want to get into a fight, and you’ll be a lot happier.”
“I- what?” What? That was totally not the reason. Not at all! Acacia couldn’t believe that her own sister said that.
“Are any of you coming?” Blendin asked.
“Unlike these boring babies, I am!” Acacia looked at her siblings to see if her sick burn landed, and was disappointed to see neither of them were looking at her.
One last chance. “Aren’t you all worried about me going off on my own?”
Hank was fishing under his bed for something. “I’m worried about the massive grounding you’re going to get.”
Willow finished her magazine, and leaned over to get another one from the pile. “I’m worried you’re going to come back covered in other people’s blood.”
“That is a highly specific concern!” Blendin said, completely unnecessarily.
Acacia rolled her eyes. “Whatever, let’s just go.”
(she had never had more fun, never felt more alive. And when Uncle Dipper finally appeared to get her, she had no idea why her saying that made him turn ghost pale.
Willow was right. She did have blood all over her darnit.)
Psychic Singularity Ch 13
When the wind hit, Pacifica somehow found herself sandwiched between two of Dipper’s nightmares.
Erschreckendmörderdesgrasderamflaumigstenist
Irreaffentittenturbosuperdupertyp Bammelbegierdedergoldenehufe dug
claws and wings deep into the pavement on one side while Steve 2 did the
same on the other, skidding down the sidewalk and leaving grooves in
the concrete until they hit the side of a building.When
the wind stopped and the world went back to as close to normal as it was
going to get today, they were the only ones left on the street.Slowly
they inched their way out away from the concrete wall, still feeling as
though the ground was going to drop out from underfoot at any second.Finally
Pacifia stood, giving her hair a quick flip. “Ugh, seriously? Fine.
We’ll do it alone. Just me and a pair of nightmare sheep.” She looked
over at the two nightmares flanking her, raising a critical eyebrow.
“Okay, who’ve we got?”The two nightmares puffed up with
indignation, following with offended huffs when Pacifica started
walking. “Look, I don’t remember the names of all Dipper’s pets, all
right?”The nightmares exchanged looks, proud, smug looks, as if reminding themselves that it was true, they
had names, unlike every other nightmare out there, names their master
had…well, not always approved of, but accepted. A look that quickly
turned disgruntled as they realized they’d been called ‘pets’.“Steve 2”
“Erschreckendmörderdesgrasderamflaumigstenist
Irreaffentittenturbosuperdupertyp Bammelbegierdedergoldenehufe” they
said, and Pacifica paused, turning to look at
Erschreckendmörderdesgrasderamflaumigstenist
Irreaffentittenturbosuperdupertyp Bammelbegierdedergoldenehufe blankly.“…I
remember hearing about you,” she said, manicured hand on outthrust hip.
“You’re still getting called Ershie. Not even remotely sorry.”
Psychic Singularity Ch 12
Vivienne’s landing was less than graceful, a bouncing, skidding roll
that ended with her facedown on the ground with a mouthful of grass.She heaved herself up on her elbows, spitting it out in automatic disgust before pausing.
The grass…tasted like candy. Sugar and mint, mostly.
Of course it did. Why should anything make sense today.
Carefully Vivi levered herself up and patted herself down.
Thankfully, apart from her dignity and a few scrapes from her landing,
nothing else hurt, so she started looking around for clues. At least
nobody saw that happen.Horace the Hooved Horror and Zondor the Destructor came trotting out
of the woods after a few minutes, just long enough for Vivi to think she
was left alone out here.“And where have you two been?” Vivi asked, the two nightmares looking
so similar to a pair of her kindergarteners that had been doing
something they shouldn’t be doing that the tone and question came out
automatically.Both sheep reacted like kindergarteners, too, scuffing the ground with their hooves and not looking directly at Vivi.
“Well?” she asked, suddenly wary. The two nightmares were acting
entirely too guilty for anything innocent…or anything demonic, really.
Must have been Dipper’s influence.“We…may have done some scouting about to see if we could find part
of the Master,” Horace the Hooved Horror said guiltily. “The Master
would have wanted us to stay with you.”“Could hardly help me when I was just lying here,” Vivi said after a few moments of thought. “Did you find anything?”
“Well…” Zondor the Destructor said reluctantly.
Beginning
Alright guys, It´s time for another fanfic. Or rather, it´s time for the beginning of a fanfic, since this is just the first of a (hopefully) long series of oneshots which are all going to be set in the Drift!au (an au of transcendence au, although you don´t need to be familiar with that to understand this one). I can´t promise when the next oneshot will be out, or if it´s even gonna be the next thing I write! While waiting though, please enjoy this origin story! Also, warning for major character death, spoilers, and overall angst, this is not a happy fic.
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