Tag: maritza

One of Henry’s reincarnations runs into the Woodsman, and is incredibly confused as to why he feels so familiar. They can’t stop thinking about it, so after careful thought, they summon Alcor, because he’s supposed to have connections to the Woodsman, right? Well, they make a deal, in which the reincarnation receives the memories of a certain past life. They pass out, and when they wake up, Alcor is gone and they’re still processing what the fuck just happened.

Maritza woke up with quite possibly the worst headache of her life.

Despite that, she found herself getting ready to summon Alc-Dipper, again, because she really, really wanted to wring his neck right now.

By any chance of a reincarnation of Henry/Mabel meeting the Woodsman? What would happen? Also whats Dippin sauce thoughts on this figure?

Maritza couldn’t believe it.

Lost again.

She huffed and kicked the nearest tree she saw.

She didn’t mean to get lost so much; it just happened! Was it really her fault that the world was such an interesting place or that Ms. Effie who led their Scout group was treating them like a bunch of Brownies rather than Cadettes and was super boring?

Or that this forest was a lot bigger than she thought and she couldn’t see a trail or anything and the cat she had been following was now gone and-

“Mierda,” Maritza swore.

She wouldn’t have been so worried but it was almost dark and a dark forest, Maritza knew, would not be the safest place for a twelve year old girl on her own.

She heard the crunch of leaves behind her and ohfuckohgosh. Maritza looked around-nothing she could climb right away but that tree was rather big.

She dashed behind the tree, her hand in her pocket on the sharp rock she had found an hour ago.

The crunch got closer and closer.

Oh god they had seen her she was so dead oh gosh.

The crunching stopped on e other side of the tree she was on and Maritza decided to go down fighting.

Not helping was the massive headache she was having on the sides of her head.

Maritza leapt out. “DONT EVEN TOUC-oh.”

Standing there was a man…or something shaped like a man, anyway. He was sheet white, like there was no blood in his body. The clothes he had on were rags and tatters, but somehow Maritza knew that they used to be a plaid shirt and jeans. He had no eyes, but dark shadowy pits in their place. His head was wreathed with blue fire and faintly, orange hair.

Maritza didn’t know why she saw the axe growing out of his arm and remembered vividly the feeling of the wood of an axe handle sprouting and spiraling up her arm, the tendrils of wood piercing and sinking deep into her skin. Or why she saw his antlers crowned with hands and felt, suddenly, a great weight on either side of her head, like she had a pair of her own.

Or why this almost giant was kneeling at her feet.

Or why she not only trusted him, but felt like she was looking at a piece of her soul.

Aloud, all she asked was, “Can you help me sir?”

The Woodsman nodded.

Somewhere in the future, Henry and Mabel’s reincarnations meet in the playground at school, Maritza meets Mabel’s reincarnation and when they introduce themselves a little voice in their heads says the others name in recognition. Mari:”Hi my name is Maritza, but everybody calls me Mari.” ‘Mabel?’ Hy:”I’m Hyman” ‘Henry?’, Mari: “Heh, Hi Man” Hy: “Cool antlers.” Mari:*blush*”Wha-what?”. Cause you don’t forget raising three kids and being together for 60 years so easily.

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for that little fic recently of a Henry reincarnation named Maritza with the antlers and everything and Dip helping her find her mom the last line just made me think of Dipper occasionally being like her imaginary friend for a lil while growing up and then later in high school and stuff she’s learning about demons and learns about Alcor and she just ‘….oh holy shit my imaginary friend was Alcor no wonder my parents didn’t like him when i told them…’

Oh man but imagine the long, drawn-out angst and horror she’d have for a while as all the pieces slowly fall into place.

On one hand, she doesn’t want to believe her imaginary friend was even real, much less something so terrifying. On the other, it gives her enough to wonder why he even hung around her in the first place? Is she cursed? Did he attempt to steal her soul and leave when he couldn’t find the opportunity? Did he succeed? Why on earth did he seem so nice in her memories? Would he end up coming back for her someday?

Poor bb Maritza

A two shot for the lovely Mod Z who asked for “ reincarnated henry noticing the growing antlers?”….um, I got part of it? 🙂

———-

The nurse looked at the baby in her arms, looked away, and then did a double take.

Maritza Martinez was a perfectly normal and healthy newborn. Ten fingers, ten toes, born two days early but that was fine, a thick swath of black hair on her head-

And popping out of that hair, two tiny little nubs that looked like….like…antlers?

Shakingly, she reached a hand and brushed against them.

She saw them but didn’t feel them. Maritza must have a bit because her tiny face screwed up and her fists bunched.

Nurse Echols drew her hand away from the infant’s head. “Shhhh, shhhhh, I’m sorry little one, I won’t do it again.”

Judging from the non-reaction of Maritza’s parents and the other medical staff in the OR earlier…huh. Must be a Sight thing then.

“You, lass, are going to have a lot of questions aimed your way growing up,” Kelly Echols told the newborn.

Kelly looked at the little hat she had been about to put on Maritza, and put it aside.

She had a feeling Maritza wasn’t going to be a hat person.

—–

She couldn’t see her Mamá.

Fantastic. She was lost.

Maritza’s legs gave out from under her with little to no accord and she began to sob, curling up and scooting against the wall of the store as much as she could. The mall was so big and there was no way she would ever find her Mamá.

(She hated crying when people could see, even though Papá said there was no shame in tears. She was five and a big girl now and she hated crying.)

If anyone looked at her shadow, they would have wondered to see a small but prominent pair of antlers branching from Martiza’s head.

Maritza heard the tap-tap-tap of shoes come near her, and she sucked in as much snot as she could and looked up.

Standing there was a man dressed in a suit, with shiny shoes and a little top hat that floated over his fluffy brown hair and pointed ears.

“Are you okay He-young lady?” the man asked in an odd, echoey voice.

Her parents had always told her to be wary of strangers, especially strange men, and normally Maritza would be yelling and screaming her head off to get help by now, and running as fast as she could away.

But….the man in front of her seemed familiar, though she didn’t know why.

Or why she felt, deep in her bones, why she could trust him.

“I can’t find my Mamá,” Martiza managed to get out, “and the sides of my head feel funny and-“

Unbidden, a tear rolled down her cheek. The man knelt down to her level, and gently wiped it away with a gloved hand.

“I’m Dipper and I can help…if that is okay with you?”

Martiza knuckled away her tears and nodded.

Dipper got up and offered her his hand. She took it and together they walked out into the mall.

(He poofed into the air right before they ran into Mamá and Maritza decided that this would be her secret).