Tag: psychic singularity
A lot of ppl were coming up with and writing things for the psychic singularity but I haven’t seen anything for a long time and all the fics about it don’t really seem to continue. Can we bring that back?
Pardon the sideways one, but it had to be that way or it wouldn’t fit since I have no scanner. Anyways, I have drawings. There’s a dealing Dipper calling out his client’s confidence, the second is an ad for demon preparations and Nightmare Guard, and lastly is Lars and Ivan during the first day of the Psychic Singularity. There ya all go. Enjoy or don’t.
Psychic Singularity – Suggestion
Assuming I am allowed to add onto the Psychic Singularity idea, I think it would be cool if Grunkle Stan (or Pacifica if Grunkle Stan has died at his point) finds a hospital and goes inside to find a Mabel in there that keeps flickering back and forth between being a infant, to an adult and being an very old woman (if anyone has watched Danny Phantom and knows who Clockworks is, she doing what he is doing). She being attacked by a creature she calls Bill’s Memory and asks for help from whoever finds her. When she is rescued, Mabel explain that she know everything and she is one of Dipper’s traits that need to be gathered so that everything can go back to normal.
Who is this Mabel? She is Dipper’s bond with his sister, that ‘connection’ that the two share, the part of him that keeps him tied to his humanity. Why does her age flicker? Because that bond has always been there from the day the twins were born and will exist until both twin stars fall. Bill’s memory was attacking her to disconnect Dipper from his sister which would be the end of Dipper’s humanity. As they are leaving the hospital, Grunkle Stan looks again at the hospital and realizes that Bond!Mabel was in the place where Dipper and Mabel first met each other, the place where they were born.
I got whiplash looking at the sky today. Never have I ever been so far gone. I’m feeding off the airwaves, frying my brain on post traumatic lies I’m being spoon-fed down by the TV station. I’m here to cut the fat and eat all you worries, giving you only the truth through my weary eyes and outspoken personality. This is Lars Blueblood reporting for almost but not quite Gravity Falls.
Kiss your graves goodbye, folks. The sun came out and told us we are all immortal, since we’re all just stories written in the book of a six year old’s dream. And that’s not because we’re all so eccentric to the point of disbelief, but to the fact that I can hardly believe we need to ward off nymphs from gas stations because they like to steal Crunch bars. I’m Lars Blueblood, and this is news at noon.
I can’t seem to get past the mental image of 6-year-old Psychic Singularity Dipper alone in the house with the whispering shadows
so there have been many many ideas of course for the psychic singularity thing but i had this ‘what if’ pop into my head and i had to share. what if demon dipper (bipper) is constantly trying to find at get at human (12yr old terrified of what he has become) dipper, wanting to destroy the main part of him that keeps him remembering who he used to be. So while the pines gang is searching for the pieces of dipper, they are also struggling to keep bipper away from human dipper.
(Cont) But also maybe bipper can’t enter the shack because it is the ‘safe space’ for dipper?
Fix It (Part 3 out of 5)
Hank looked up at the dark building looming above him. Despite how dark, big, and twisted it looked, he recognized it. But it didn’t make sense. Why would Grandma and Grandpa Pines’ house be here? He hadn’t even left Gravity Falls.
He knew he needed to investigate, like Acacia ordered, so he took a deep breath and went in.
The inside was lined with crosses glowing red hot. The second triplet could practically feel the heat coming off of them. Now he knew how Uncle Dipper felt when they had gone here last time. He would do his best to avoid those.
“Hi!”
Hank spun around and saw a little kid, no older than six, in a very familiar costume.
“I’m Dipper!” the little kid said cheerfully. “Do you have any candy?”
“Um, I don’t right now,” Hank said to him. He then noticed something behind little Dipper and said, “But lets go play hide and seek! The seeker is around here somewhere!”
“Okay!” little Dipper said and the two ran away from the thing following them.
“Ḑ̴͟e̡̨m͡ơ͜n̨,” the shadows following them whispered, yet it felt like Hank could hear them right up next to his ears, and they sounded like Grandma and Grandpa Pines’ voices. “Di͢͞p̧͝p̡͝e̵̷͞r̴̵ ̵͝th͏̷ȩ́ ̵͘m͜o̧n̡͜s̡t͝e͡r̨͠.̶”
“What is that voice talking about?” little Dipper asked innocently.
Hank looked at little Dipper and decided not to tell him.
“Nothing,” he told little Dipper. “They are lying, okay?”
“Okay!” little Dipper replied.
“M̢͞҉u͡r̵d͞ȩ͝r̢͏͞e̛r҉.͟҉ ̴͞De҉͠s͟͢͡t͡ŕ͜͡oy͜e͝r. ̕҉̕Cu͟rse͝҉d.̵͢”
‘They aren’t right, though,’ Hank thought to himself. ‘Uncle Dipper is the best.’
They hid in a cabinet, after worming their way around the crosses to avoid getting burned.
“C̴o̸m̀͞e̡̛ ͏o̶͝ń͡ ͟out̨ ̢̀͝m̵o͘͟n҉̵s̛t̶e̶̢̢r̨͝,” the voices whispered. “Yo͜͠ú́ ̕͞a̢͞re̷ ̶a̕n̴̡̨ ̸̨e̛͘̕v̵͟i͢͜l̶̡͝ ̢c͢͢r͘e̴͘à̡҉t̶͝u͏re̸.̷”
“Just ignore them,” Hank told Dipper quietly. “Stay very quiet, okay?”
Dipper nodded with a playful smile. He didn’t realize how serious this was.
Hank soon decided they would have to make a run for the door.
“Y̸͡ou ́á͝ŕ͢e͡͏ ͟ǹo ̡͘s̕͞҉o͟n͝ ́͜of̶́́ ̴̷͝o͢͏u҉͢͡r̸̨s̨͝!̕” the voices were getting louder and sound more like Hank’s grandparents. “Y̶ó͟u̸͠ ̷̷à̷r̵̢̕e̛͟͟ ̕͝a̧n̨͝͞ ̵e̡͞v̢i͏l҉̨,҉ ͘ḑ̶͠i͠s̀͡g̀͟u̶st̛́ì̛ng̢ ̴̢͘d͠͏ém͢͝ơņ!͟”
“Why do they sound like my parents?” Dipper asked Hank, curious.
“They are playing around, but they don’t play nice, okay?” Hank told him. He pulled Dipper out of the cabinet and onto his back and said, “We win if we get out of the house before they find us. So stay very very quiet.”
Dipper nodded and wrapped his arms tightly around Hanks neck. The lamb suit was soft and plushy and Dipper was practically quivering with excitement.
“No̶͜b͜͠o̴͜͡d͏y͜ ̢̢is͏ ͏͠s̀a̢͜͡f̧é̡ ́w̕íţ҉̴h ̛y̡͏où͟͞!̷҉” the voices were loud enough to shake the house now. Hank was impressed with how fearless little Dipper was.
“We are almost to the door,” he told little Dipper.
“The shadows are following us,” Dipper said. Hank looked back and saw the shadows of familiar shapes following them.
“They don’t win unless they tag us,” Hank promised Dipper.
“Run then!” Dipper shouted with a giggle.
“S̢͢͝T̸̴̡̛A̵̧͘͠͞Y̸̡̨͡ ̷̢̧̛̕A̷̴W̵͞Ą̡Y͏̶ ̷̴̷̧F̧͘͜͠R̡͏Ó̷̢̕M̨̢͘͟ ̶͜͏̨͏O̢̡̕U̷̢̕Ŕ͢ ̸̢̡͞D̴̡̨̀̕A͡͏̵́U̵͟҉̕G̷̵̨̛͘H̴̢͘Ţ̀͝͝E̛͢͟͡R͢͝͏,͘ ̶̡͢͜͝Y͜͠Ó͡U͠ ̕M̕͟͟Ò͢͢N̴͢S̡̡̕T́̕͘͢E͜͜R̶̢͘͢!̛̛҉”
As the shadows shouted this, Hank rushed out the door and slammed it behind them.
“That was fun!” little Dipper shouted, smiling at Hank.
“We need to go find my siblings,” Hank told Dipper.
Dipper began singing the Lamby Lamby Dance song cheerfully, and Hank started wondering if he should start babysitting.
Fix It (2 out of 5)
Acacia went into town and knew that this was not anything like the Mindscape usually was. Streets that formally were straight curved and twisted. All the buildings were bigger, twisted, and terrifying. Something was really really wrong.
Acacia unconsciously started rubbing her brass knuckles, something she did when she was nervous or mad. She was glad she had them in this twisted place. Could this really be Gravity Falls?
“Uncle Dipper!” she called out, looking around. “Are you here! What’s going on?”
She noticed the theater. All the buildings looked dark and twisted, but this one towered farther than the others. Even though she didn’t have Sight like Willow, she could tell this place was bad news.
Didn’t mean she wasn’t going in though.
As she went through, she remembered her friend Reina had had a play here and she had helped with the special effects and accidentally caused a fire. Reina had not been mad though, telling her it was the most fun the drama class had ever had.
“Hello Woodsman.”
Acacia was broken out of her thoughts when she heard a voice. It didn’t sound like Uncle Dipper. It was sort of higher pitched and echoed more than Uncle Dipper’s did.
“Dipper?” That was her dad’s voice. What was he doing here?
“How are you handling things here?” the voice asked, a bit too cheery for the situation. She crept up to the door and watched in the auditorium.
“I lost Mabel and I don’t know where Stan or the triplets are,” her dad said to someone who looked like Uncle Dipper, but different.
He was wearing a pastor’s outfit and his eyes were slanted, like a cat’s. He looked younger, about her age. Acacia had a bad feeling about him.
“That sounds bad,” the person said, floating upside down. Acacia could tell he didn’t seem to agree with what he said. “How about I go and find them, and in return, you give me your antlers?”
“Uh, my antlers?” Henry asked, confused.
“Would you rather your soul?” the person asked with a smirk.
“No,” Henry said.
“So, do we have a deal then?”
“NO!” Acacia shouted darting in. The person glared at her and the lights shining on the stage turned red.
“You don’t interrupt my deals,” he said and Henry started getting concerned.
Well, he was concerned until Acacia punched the person in the face with her brass knuckles.
She pulled him into a headlock and said, “Who the fuck are you?”
The person laughed. “I’m your Uncle Dipper, Pole Star. Just a part of him of course. The demon part. You can call me Bipper in this form.”
“Don’t hurt my dad,” Acacia told him, kicking Bipper between the legs.
He wheezed out a laugh, saying, “Pain is so hilarious.”
Acacia punched him again, attacking him and leaving no room for him to attack.
Soon, he was tied up in the middle of the stage.
“Where is the rest of Uncle Dipper?” Acacia asked him, glaring at him.
Bipper laughed saying, “You’ll be lucky if you find all the parts. He is so spread out even I can’t keep track of all of him. And I’m a demon.”
Henry was really feeling useless as he watched Acacia grab Bipper by his foot and start dragging him.
“Come on, Dad,” she told him. “We have to meet up with Hank and Willow.”
Since Acacia was clearly the one in charge, Henry just followed her with a shrug. Maybe Mabel would be there too.
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