#bluefcrd

[pinetrce]

@blue-fcrd​ - from [X]

“Different?” Dipper’s voice comes out hoarse and weak; being called by his ‘proper’ name only serves to confirm that something is most definitely not right.

“You’re the one acting different!”

[somepointsomewhere]

@blue-fcrd liked X for a starter

     “I’m going to be honest with you for a second,”      The old man spoke calmly and evenly as if he would to any other, far more focused on tinkering with the weapon in his hands than marveling at the wonder of meeting an alternate counterpart to himself. Getting home and out of the wasteland he’d fallen into was his top priority, friendliness was, for the moment at least, entirely off the table.  “If I don’t trust you, I’m going to leave you here, and I don’t care if you make it out alive.” 

[pinetrce]

@blue-fcrd - from [X]

It’s hard to say what exactly is making him so uncomfortable---the uncomfortable resemblance the demon bears to Bill, the drastic difference in his behaviour, or this Stanford’s telekinetic abilities. All he knows is he wants to go back home, now.

“Why did you bring me to your dimension? You already have a ‘me’ here, don’t you?”

[itrhymeswithtable]

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@blue-fcrd

Mabel hugged herself, shivering as the rain pelted her. She pushed against the wind, looking desperately for shelter. She flinched at each bolt of lightning. They all lit up the sky like it was daytime, just for a couple of seconds.