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Blame demo-ness for tagging my Toby Pines Death HC ficlet thing with a request for a painful Dipper POV of the event. At least I did not write out the funeral scene also requested because I couldn’t think of what to cover there which was not covered in what I did write plus the Maddie POV snippet in that previous fic…so. Here we go.



Tyrone
Pines was “sleeping” when the call came. It was the merest tug, powered by
little more than a drop of blood and a pocket-sized circle and a whisper of the
demon’s name – nothing like the big shebangs that usually got him out of bed, the
ones with a circle painted across the floor of an entire basement with two
dozen candles and extensive Latin chanting and a small farm animal for a
sacrifice. Normally such a paltry little pull would be ignored by a demon, but
there were three things about this one that had Alcor up and following it
within seconds.

It was
from Toby. It was past midnight. And the blood he had used, the sound of his
voice, screamed of mortal fear.

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Another
day, another summoning, another self-centered little gang of humans who got the
short end of the stick for not abiding by the schedule Alcor had made it quite
known he preferred for the last decade and a half. Seriously, three in the afternoon
Pacific Time? No summoner who had done any research beyond his name, circle,
and incantation would dare call him unless the sun had well set on the western
edge of North America. Unfortunately, not all summoners were careful enough in
their research, and of course
midnight local time was always the best time to call a demon up! Why ever
should you bother abiding by the schedule of the almighty entity you were
trying to get something from?

He’d
really only gone because they’d been bugging him all day and he was afraid they’d
get desperate. Thankfully they hadn’t gone quite so far, but he’d had the
feeling that one more iteration of the answering machine might have pushed them
to lengths they would not have lived very long to regret.

Good
thing he had Toby.

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