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The inside of the Cabin was cozy and warm. It was small with two rooms and a bathroom, minus the kitchen that was connected to the living room. There was a lit fireplace directly across the room from the door.

The living room was perhaps the coziest looking space of all, with a huge hammock hanging from the ceiling above two couches pushed together and piled with pillows and blankets and loose down, some of which was scattered on the floor.

The kitchen looked fairly clean. Paradiso (Nightmare Zipper) was sat at the table, sketching blue prints of some kind with her pincers, her scorpion-tail twitching inwards ever so slightly every now and then. She didn’t look up from what she was doing, but her antennae flicked up, acknowledging they were present in the room.

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Since takship’s new “body” was still being built Dib had to drive in his old minivan, which was painted and graffitied all over. The rear end had a dent in it but at least the inside was clean looking. Unbeknownst to Dipper, the glove compartment was also filled with Mothman feathers.

Dib hopped in and started it up… which took three attempts..

Finally he got it up and running and had it driving to the outskirts of town, where Nightmare and Nny’s secluded cabin was in the woods.

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Dipper leaned against the window and watched as the cabin came into view through the trees. An ominous shack in the middle of a forest… he kind of felt at home just seeing it.

Then again, this one apparently had an alien mantis monster living in it, and Dipper currently felt like death, so it wasn’t as at-ease of a feeling as it could have been.

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Dib hummed happily as he pulled up the narrow dirt road and parked the car. He hopped out of the van and opened the back and grabbed a backpack before trudging up the rest of the trail to the clearing the cabin was in.

The air was fresh here, and the birds were singing. Smoke was rising out of the chimney of the little cabin and the slight smell of burning wood filled the air.

“HEY BUG, I’M HERE. I BROUGHT YOU BEEF JERKEY, AND SOME COFFEE FOR NNY.” Dib yelled as he walked up to the cabin and hefted his backpack on the front porch.

There was a loud scratching sound of exoskeleton against wood, before Nightmare leapt down from the cabin roof unexpectedly and landed right in front of them, mandibles and antennae twitching, wings buzzing, arms flicking.

Now you know why everyone calls him Nightmare.

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Dipper took a deep breath of the crisp, clean air and… still felt like garbage. Great.

He leaned against the front porch’s railing, taking in the faintly smoky air and trying to at least pretend he felt better - until Nightmare crashed into the porch before them, to which Dipper screamed and fell flat against the dirt. He scrambled a few feet back and gazed up at him in a sort of unnerved awe… and he was really hoping that Nightmare was as amicable as Dib had said.