Dipper accidentally summons King Phantom to Gravity Falls to help against Bill?
okay never thought i'd write anything with GF buttttt here ya go @guardianrex <3
And Happy super late tenth birthday gravity falls. Hope this rocks.
"You're just a teenager!" Dipper pointed at the lanky boy from behind the table turned cover. His finger shakes a little as he wills himself to be brave.
"You're just a teenager!" Dipper pointed at the lanky boy from behind the table-turned-cover. His finger shakes a little as he wills himself to be brave.
"And you're just a kid," said teenager yawns, rubbing sleep out of heavily bagged eyes. "Is there a reason I'm standing in my living room with some kid I don't know at ass o clock in the morning?"
Dipper swallows. He'd meant to summon the 'Infinity King', a figure Grunkle Ford had found information on during his travels. The King of All Reality was supposedly an eldritch being of unknown origin and deathless power, one that could possibly be asked to help deal with Bill and his crap.
And his research was going perfectly! The texts Ford had shown him a few weeks ago- the very same texts that Dipper had stolen while Ford was asleep, were translated quite easily (who knew Pig Latin was a viable language in some realities?) and used without his Grunkle's knowledge. Against said Grunkle's warnings.
But ignoring warnings could have gone much worse. At least the figure floating three inches off the floor looked about as human as Dipper did. He knows from personal experience (what a weird summer) it doesn't mean much, but at least the King's skin wasn't like, inside-out or something gross. He shudders at the thought of the possibility.
Although the King looks nothing more than a teenager who just woke up, Dipper could still sense something about the guy was... off.
Unnatural
Dipper realizes he's been staring for a while, and that he's being stared back at. He points more confidently at the King and swallows his fear.
"Takes one to uh... takes one to know one!"
Smooth
The Infinity King sighs and pinches his brow. "Look, kid. I don't know how you summoned me or why you summoned me, but I'm very tired. I have no money, and I would like to go back to bed before the test I have tomorrow."
"Oh man, is it not summer break for you? That stinks."
"Buddy I'm in summer school, it does stink. So I'd appreciate being able to leave. Please."
"Oh yeah let me just-" Dipper almost falls for the believable performance before catching himself. "Wait a second, that's dumb. I'm not gonna fall for that, Infinity King!"
Dipper shines his flashlight into the King's eyes and is on the receiving end of a very angry stare. "Ancients help me..." the King sighs.
"Nobody can help you! Those sigils are for trapping ghosts and spirits! So now you gotta listen to what I say."
"I really don't have a choice, huh?" The King crosses his legs and places an elbow on his knee. "Alright, shortie. What did you summon me for? Need dating advice? Video game level can't be beat? Annoying sister?"
"I'm not so dumb to summon a powerful being for petty squabbles or whatever!" Dipper grumbles. "I'm dealing with something really really bad, alright?"
He walks up to the border of the circle and shows the King the journal, specifically the pages on Bill Cipher.
"What the hell is this thing? An evil triangle?" the King asks and begins to read. "Don't like how that page gives me goosebumps."
"He's an inter dimensional demon and a jerk. He's also evil and messing with my family."
"Well, I don't know what I can do, but inter dimensional jerks happen to be what I fight most." the King sighs. "What can I do to help?"
"First you gotta make me a-a deal!" Dipper's voice squeaks, realizing what he's said aloud before looking around to make sure Bill isn't going to pop up out of nowhere.
"Kid, I don't think deals are a good choice for someone your age, nor with an inter dimensional being like me."
"Yeah, but like, your kind is kinda all about deals, right?"
"No, but I guess if it makes you feel better... how about you buy me a pizza when this is over. A pizza, and a milkshake of my choice."
realistic: behavior-wise, in his default form, he is more human than animal but does appreciate the occasional head scritch
while it may not be realistic it is hilarious: idk if im gonna go with esperanto, but i like to think “ghost speak” is not specifically a whole separate language but rather real time translation from ghost to ghost. basically saying wulf speaks in his own language but danny can still understand what he says despite not speaking esperanto himself (and vise versa with wulf and english). it only works between ghosts though, wulf has no idea what everyone else is saying and danny cant understand tucker when he speaks esperanto.
heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends: he was imprisoned for being the first gay dog he was locked up because he would use his abilities to breakout other ghosts out of walker’s jail (which was unjust because there are no actual rules in the zone, walker just has an obsession to maintain a jail). walker eventually cut a deal that if wulf turned himself in, he would cease capturing other ghosts. the ghosts wulf set free manipulated him into taking the deal, thinking walker would actually keep his word at the cost of wulf being the fall guy. of course that wasn’t the case.
unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own: he can transform from his more anthro/wolfman form into a huge ass, full sized, four legged wolf. i want this so danny can have two doggies.
Many, varied, and mostly bemused. I always loved Wes, and hearing about Kyle made me cackle at first, and now Easton? Jazz needs a friend who gets being The Older Sibling.
(Also sorry for the two month delay in answering this ask lol)
If anyone wants to write a Wes Weston Fic where he is the modern day Cassandra please feel free, and also link it to me because I want to read it. Please and thank.
