516 days post-Transcendence
Dipper needs some questions answered, and seeks the help of some new characters in order to come to some life-changing conclusions.
I’m writing a lot of fic right now and I should stop but NO! I’m just having a lot of fun trying to problem solve this story. @transcendence-au
What is Dark Within Me, Illumine – Chapter 8 – aba_daba_do – Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]
Apparently people liked The Wrong Demon so here you go!
Also for those who are wondering the next chapter of the Other way is coming I’m just taking a while to get it all together. Chapter seven will definitely be posted some time this month! That out of the way hope you enjoy this in the mean time 🙂
Alcor watched Kid from the edge of the small collection of trees he had in his field as they played happily with Fluffernutter and Killer. The Flock had questioned his decision to keep the small baby almost six years ago at first but had soon accepted them as one of their own once they had all gotten a look at them. They were a very curious child, which wasn’t the best trait a small, mortal human like them-self could have in a place like the Mindscape. Fortunately the nightmares had learned that quickly and kept to keeping Kid as far away from any boarders and dangerous areas as they could.
Both- it’s definitely bittersweet. They’re happy that Alcor has finally rejoined the cycle, has the opportunity to be a normal person again, but they also do miss who he was and used to be to them.
Alright here we go again! This is actually one of the first ideas that I had that led me to write this fic, so I’m really excited for this chapter to finally be finished so I can share it with everyone. Enjoy!
Also, shout out the person in my class who, when asked to name a random object, suggested a spoon! Thanks friend.
(see the notes at the end for zalgo transcriptions)
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Some symmetrical nightmares. Symmetry tools are fun.
-Dreams that take 2D form, like crayon scribbles on the walls that follow you around.
-A small little pack of Daymares that likes to party in high stress environments like talent shows or state testing centers, but they’re easily distracted. They sound like the incessant clicking of pens, speak in spliced-apart echo repetition, and generally can only be seen in your peripheral.
-Small fluffy rabbit Dreams that huddle and multiply in preschools or daycares.
-Lonely abandoned Dreams, grey and drab like old laundry.
-Fledgling Nightmares that try to be all of the scary things and end up looking more bizarrely cute than terrifying. Please don’t laugh at them, they try so hard. Not their fault if a fear of falling combines with a fear of drowning, resulting in manifestation as a leaky ceiling.
I was suddenly struck by a flood of ideas. Thoughts?
Who wants a Lamby lamby lamby?
The silence over the older Pines twins was oppressive, almost as oppressive as the air around Remorse.
Darkness was, for once, keeping his comments to himself, instead floating quietly behind the twins.
Not that it was helping Ford’s state of mind any. His thoughts were
still in a whirl, trying to piece together Dipper from the Darkness and
Remorse he and Stanley had found.One of the nightmares – there were so many of them already, and
weren’t demons supposed to only have a few since they had to provide
them power? No, focus Ford, he reminded himself, if Dipper can stand to
speak to you later you can ask him then – led the way towards the Shack
and Stanley’s plan? Hope? That everyone would be there.True, everyone had agreed to meet there, but who knew what lurked in Dipper’s mindscape.
As if the thought had conjured it up, the trees bowed in an unfelt
wind, and Darkness and Remorse pressed closer to their Grunkles.“There it is,” Darkness whispered. “The part you were so afraid of. You think I’m bad? Just wait.”
Hank had lost track of how long they had been walking and just what
direction they had been going in. The nightmares were leading the way,
while he and Gravity Falls were distracted keeping Uncle Dipper’s
Curiosity and Adventurer under control.Despite the whining of
both aspects Hank had kept the child leashes, and they hadn’t managed to
get out of them yet. Hank wasn’t questioning how the two aspects hadn’t
managed to wiggle free yet, all things considered – well, okay, he was
questioning, just not out loud where they could hear him and get ideas.It was a good thing that they hadn’t been attacked yet, and Hank was grateful for that, when he had a chance to think.
Still, with all the noise they were making, that was a bit of a miracle.
Gravity
Falls, for their part, was still apparently amused by Curiosity and
Adventurer’s antics, and Hank suspected it was distracting Gravity Falls
from the discomfort or downright pain that came from the circumstances
they found themselves in.Gravity Falls seemed to be extra amused
by how often Curiosity tried to climb trees, resembling a giant cat on a
leash as he did. If it weren’t for the leashes, the two of them would
have lost the aspects long ago.Up ahead, That of Teeth and Bessie
went still in the way only a supernatural creature could, as quiet and
frozen as a statue. At the ends of their leashes, halfway up a tree and
inspecting a bush respectively, Curiosity and Adventurer mimicked them,
all four looking in the same direction.Sharing a glance with
Gravity Falls, Hank shifted his weight to his good leg, hefting the
staff Aunt Candy had given him that he’d been using as a walking stick,
getting it into position for an attack.Hank didn’t allow himself to relax when two more of Uncle Dipper’s sheep shoved their way through the underbrush.
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