#firebrnd

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(🙊) a text that was never sent

»Hey, Dipper here. From the haunted house? That was kind of fun, wasn't it? Okay, I guess the almost-dead part wasn't so fun, but everything else...« Dipper shook his head, cleared it all up and tried again. »Hi, this is Dipper. The crazy dude from the haunted house?« Crazy dude. Charming. He cleared the space again. »Hi, it's Dipper. We met at the haunted house, in case you've forgotten...« Dipper eyed the clearing again. “Crap”, he muttered, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. »Dipper here, hi, I was wondering if I'd see you again? The haunted house was kinda fun, though I can do it next time without almost dying, lol. A horror film marathon is taking place at the cinema in Gravity Falls. Maybe we could go together? Eat something beforehand and talk about scary stuff? But it's not a date or anything unless you want it to be?! I mean, you're pretty and you like scary stuff, that's a big PLUS...« Dipper almost threw his mobile away, but locked it instead and flopped back on his bed.

“Bloody hell. Why can't I be normal for once?”

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You look ... stunning.

It's just a simple date ... eeeeh ... Meet up and watch a movie together. Nothing special. Nothing he needed to think about. But Dipper did think about it. He even put on a nice shirt and tried not to make his hair look as messy as it was. But he looked good. When he looked in the mirror, he realized that he did look good, and when Mabel walked by, he had to listen to a comment about it that made him blush. But now? Now his hair was a mess again, but he still looked good as he rang the doorbell at Bonnie's house and waited for her to open the door. 

He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more, when the door suddenly opened and he looked up again. “Hi!” Bonnie smiled at him, and although he noticed, he couldn't react for a moment.

“You look ... stunning.”

When he found his tongue again, he couldn't even manage a greeting, just this compliment - and how good she looked. Not that she had ever looked bad, but this time her presence simply drove all thoughts from his mind. He blinked and only realized he was staring at her when she asked, “Shall we go?” Dipper closed his mouth. He hadn't even realized he'd opened it. “Yes, of course! Let's go.” His mind started working again as he stepped aside and pointed to his jeep.

Man, he was a lucky guy. Too bad he probably couldn't pay much attention to the movie with her sitting next to him.

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🧛‍♂️ ( go to a costume party )

His eyes fell on the clock. They were already late, but it was all Dipper's fault and he couldn't blame Bonnie. She was ready on time, but Dipper needed a few more minutes, and as he waited outside her house, he did so with patience. It didn't matter when they arrived. It only mattered that they arrived. And when Bonnie opened the door, he knew it was worth the wait. 

He pushed himself off the car and took a few steps towards her, greeting her with a cautious hug so he wouldn't ruin her makeup or costume before he got to the party. “You look absolutely spooky. I love it!” He took a second look at her now that he was standing near her and shook his head in disbelief. “I made the right decision asking you to go with me.” A proud grin appeared on his lips and he led her to his car and opened the door for her to get in. Gingerly, he closed the door after making sure he wouldn't pinch her hand or her costume and took a seat in the driver's seat to start the car. “We're a pretty interesting team.” He winked at her and tapped on his cell phone as he drove, music playing in the background. It was his usual driver playlist with all the good stuff in it. 

“What do you think of my costume?” Dipper was dressed as the tiefling he'd created in Baldur's Gate 3. Everything included. The horns, the red skin, he got a new haircut to make it fit better and was quite happy about it. His hair was curlier than it had ever been in his life, and the colored contacts helped him see even when he wasn't wearing his glasses. But he also felt nerdier than ever. But it was worth it. This party was going to be the best ever.

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(😴) a half-asleep text

Dipper should have been in bed hours ago. He had to work at the shack in the morning, but instead he read a book because he didn't want to sleep, and found that he actually finished it. Glancing at the clock, he rubbed his eyes, dimmed the light and stared at the ceiling in the darkness. Meditating. Thinking. Processing. A thought occurred to him and he reached for his phone instead of drifting off to sleep.

“Hey, Bonnie. I hope you're doing well. I can't wait to see you again! I've got some new horror movies we need to watch together. Let's hear from you soon.” 

He looked at the message for another moment, read it again and then nodded. Yes, that was good. He really hoped she'd let him hear from her and that she was okay. As he put the phone back on the nightstand, he closed his eyes and found sleep.

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"Get this on tape in case I die or whatever."

A chuckle left Dipper's lips for no apparent reason. His shirt was already dirty, his hair was dusty and he couldn't remember where the dark smudge on his cheek had come from. The arcade was a mess. That wasn't surprising, even if Dipper wondered where all the dirt had come from. No one had been here for ages, so what was causing the dirt? A mystery to him. He couldn't count the spiders he'd caught and brought outside, or the mice nesting in some of the slot machines. And since it already looked like a bomb had exploded, they had their work cut out for them. To keep on top of things, Dipper made a to-do list and was now crossing off a few items, while Bonnie... um... what was she going to do? Her voice interrupted his thoughts and Dipper looked up at her.  "Get this on tape in case I die or whatever." - “You save there?” He raised his eyebrows. A common gesture he made several times a day. But now he was really worried. Bonnie was standing on a ladder, trying to tape up the edges of the wall, he would have guessed. But it looked very experimental. Dipper put aside the block he was holding and stood up. “Do you need help?” He took a step or two in her direction, but Bonnie had already resumed her work and the ladder was wobbling precariously. A thought occurred to him and Dipper, not a minute too late, reached out and caught Bonnie before she fell. His arms wrapped around her waist and he took a step back as the ladder tilted to keep his balance. He stood there for a second, surprised, looking at the ladder, then at Bonnie. “Are you hurt?” But she herself shook her head in surprise, and a stone fell from his chest. Gently, he set Bonnie back down on the ground. “I really should have recorded that, just to have proof that I'm the hero of the day.”

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🤳 whats   the   last   selfie   you   took   ?

A quiet laugh escaped Dipper's throat and mischief was in his eyes as he looked at Bonnie. "Isn't the Dipper sitting next to you enough for you? Selfie Dipper usually looks really funny. But let's see." He took his phone out of his pocket and switched to the gallery app. He glanced briefly at Bonnie and turned away slightly to see if the last selfie was presentable. He nodded and held out the phone to her. "My looks in photos are always divine!"

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📖 do   you   like   to   read   ?   if   so   ,   whats   your   favorite   book   ?

"I started reading because of Stephen King." A smile appeared on his lips and he looked up at the dark sky as they enjoyed what was probably one of the last warm nights of the year. "Of course I devoured his books. Horror and the supernatural? I just couldn't resist. He is still my favorite author today." His gaze slid to Bonnie, who had asked him the question. The silver light of the moon illuminated her beautiful features and he gave her a smile. "My favorite book is pretty easy to answer. Because even though I love Stephen King, my favorite book isn't by him." His smile turned into a grin. "It's Percy Jackson. He's also something of a role model for me."

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📜 (three)

Dipper: ☜︎■︎♑︎●︎♓︎⬧︎♒︎ is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Bonnie: You need to s̴̫͔̃̽̑̽͑̐̔͊͛͠t̷̡̛͎̳͖̃̇̈́͗͗͜ǫ̵͔͖̣̱̟̭̩̇̋̀̓̂͋͝p̷̛̙̘͕̍̇̇͒̂͜ͅ.

Dipper: Treat spiders t̸̨͇̟͍̘̪͎͔̦̮̏̀h̶͓͚̏͗̅̒͘ë̷̢̞̖́̇̏ ̴̧̢̡̭̝͝w̸̢̠̹̻̒͌̌͂̊̎̏́a̵͉̍ÿ̸̧̛̫́̀̾͘͠ you want to be treated. Bonnie: Killed without ˙uoıʇɐʇısǝɥ Dipper: N̵̹̪̠̩̤͈͗͛̋̏̈́̍o̷̧̮͚̣̽̍͘.̴̼̫̹͊̌̌͗̿͝

Dipper: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [̴̤̠̪̗̖͙̦̘̈́t̴̰̙̥̝͕̟͚̀̃͘͝͝͝r̴̠͍̮͎͚͉̃̽̈͠ȧ̸̧̳͓̮̊͌͂̔̀̿̂n̵̢̮̝͍͙͓̈́͆̚̕s̸̫̻̺̱͉͉̙͓̑̃͝l̶̮̼̘̬̱̝̘̒̃̊̅̽̾̚͘͜͝ȁ̵͖̙̳̥t̶͙͔͎̠̔̍i̴̢̓̄̍̅̈́͛́̄̕͝õ̷̫̞̤̬̻̺̠̝̩̣͒̈̔͆̔͝n̸̮̦͔̤̫̊̉̓͜:̸̺̟̮̘͇̾ ̶̗̫͇̭̩̬̹̍̎̑̚͠I̴̬̗̐̊’̵̨̜͓̙̞̋̊̾̈́̇̐͑M̶̼̫͚͈͛̈̊̒̓̿͗̅́͠ͅ ̷̱̦̮͕̥͚̊̾̈́̈́ͅͅS̷͓̜̈́̍̋̀̄̈́̓͜͠ͅO̵̪̐̅̑̊̀̏͌R̶̡̛̺͍͎̺̼̽͗̀͆̏̓͘R̷̛͍̞̤̠̱͉̩̂̌͊̊̒͗̑͝͠Ÿ̸̦̼̯̼́͘]̷̘̣̇ Bonnie: What's that? Dipper: Remorse code. Bonnie: Ȋ̷̡̥̫̠̩̌͛̈́̓͊͠'̵̟̣̥̦̮͓̒̐̋̓̅̽̕͝ṁ̷͉̈́̎͐̀͌̔͊͒ ̸̧̼̮̱̝̜͉̘͋̉̀̉͒́e̴̤̭̩̹͍͔̊͘v̷̧͚̯̬͇̰̭͆̓̈́̔̌́̒͝e̷̮̲͉͙͈͍̐̈́̓̊̄̉̈́̎n̶̢̘̮͓̰͚̫̪͇̅͗̔̀ͅ ̴̝̗̤̗̰̤̠̬͊̾́̾̍̈́̃̈́̿à̴̜̥͚͙͑͂͑ṅ̵̬̲̾̄̈g̷̢̨̠̟͓͙̱͂̄̑̾͒̀̿͌͜͜r̸͓̰̜̹͇͉͍̦̅͛̚i̷̼̫̝̤̲̺̪͚͖̰̔́̎è̷̗r̶̡̜̳̖̹̗̙͍̈̎̒̈̔̈́̚ ̴̳̪̞̬̣̖̇͐͋̊̈̂͌͘͜ͅͅṅ̵̢̳̮̣̺̦̤̖̹̅̊̂͐̐̈o̵͍͖͙͇̬̻̜͛͜ẁ̵̡̥͉̲͖̟͕̖̝̇͗̈.̶̡̙̣̲̀