#pinetrce

[your-pain-is-my-amusement]

@pinetrce

It was peaceful up until someone, or what sounds like a pair of footsteps approach the door and knock on it. "Ugh, bro. Don't you think this place smells worse than the one in our own universe?" a familiar voice asks the person who knocked on the door.

The shifting in the floorboards of the patio in front of the Shack suggest the knocker has turned towards his assailant. “... Eh. Not as bad as what it could be, sister.” that voice, it... sounds... no way...

Mabel pouts and kicks at the dirty old porch anyway. “Ew...” she grimaces when some dirt gets onto her expensive-ass skirt, but sighs. These things happen... “Why are we even here, to wait around for nobody to come answer this door?”

Mason sighs and rolls his eyes. Crossing his arms and pouting a little. “Relax, Mabel. I doubt anyone’s even here for there to be an accidental paradox, like they say might happen if we do end up meeting our alternate selves. But, if we do end up meeting our alternates--” he holds up his phone with a playful smirk, earning himself a slap from Mabel.

“Taking selfies with your alternate self won’t help, idiot!” Mabel makes an angry ‘humph’ sound as she crosses her arms and looks away flustered. Oof.

[everxwatchingxeye]

Mystery  Shack

Starter for @pinetrce

▲ “Ugh...” 

It was hard to believe he had fallen so far. It was only a few centuries ago that he sat, surrounded by riches and throngs of devoted followers who would give him their very soul for just an ounce of his approval. (Not that approval could really be quantified in ounces- but that was a trivial detail). Now The Elder God found himself sweeping floors and restocking shelves for a sentient hunk of flesh and bone that he doubted actually had a soul. 

Sure he saw one inside the  Emblem, squirming, trying to escape the husk that imprisoned it as his clock ticked ever closer to his inevitable end- but that had to be some sort of mistake. No human- no matter how far removed from the old days- would dare to give him orders! He used to be able to fell cities with a word!

Gods be damned. 

He could hear the Emblem’s gruff voice in his mind- mocking him. 

                         But that was all stuff when yer ol’ pal Cthulhu had your back- 

That’s what Stan would say- and Bill would sooner go back to being a statue before admitting he was right. 

One failed Apocalypse behind the Great One’s back and suddenly Bill found himself at odds with the Old Boss’s inner circle. It was highly unfair. 

Was it the worst punishment he could have received? 

                                                                 No. 

Bill had seen far worse happen to others of his kind who had crossed the wrong path. But just because he had gotten off decently easy did not mean he had to be happy about his punishment. 

So now he limped around a dusty tourist trap that must have broken a record for the number of safety inspections it had failed- confined to a body of actual living flesh and blood- having to take orders from the Question Mark of all people. 

Hopefully the other Old Ones stayed dead and dreaming because he did not want anyone to see him like this. 

He heard the door to the  Shack open behind him as he struggled to overcome a rather grievous shortcoming in his height to put a box of bobble-heads on a high shelf.  

“If you want something we’re closed.” He doubted this was true, but it had just become his customary greeting and he was often contradicted by the open sign on the old, wooden door.. “So you can go.”

[globnarchampion]

@pinetrce

Dipper's phone rang. When he picked up, a man introduced himself as a doctor from their local hospital.

"Is this Mason Pines I'm currently speaking to? Yes? Okay, good. I'm calling to inform you that your sister, Mabel, had an accident today and is currently in surgery. We aren't certain of the full extent of the damage quite yet but she did fall quite a distance while trying to climb down from the side of a building. Would you mind coming in? We have some paperwork that we need a family member to look over."

[cypherbound]

@pinetrce​

“ P I N E T R E E ? “

how long has it been, exactly ? in this dimension’s time flew much different than what he was used to. . the runt before him, at least the one he remembers was much taller than last time- much more like an adult. must’ve been a few years since all that; but does that REALLY MATTER ? the nightmare of that one summer still dreaded all around the child, now  “ man “ 

the past hasn’t left the demon either. maybe blurring out his name like that, blowing this humane cover wasn’t the SMARTEST idea but could Cypher really help it ? this was  e m o t i o n a l

[rcbbiev]

@pinetrce / “I need a disc? I don’t have one of those, she just er-- showed up one day and now I can’t get rid of her.” Maybe she piggie-backed in on another download, like a trojan or something. Are those still a thing?

[llamanorthwest-archived2]

@pinetrce​ liked for a memory loss event starter

It took awhile for the townsfolk to pick up on something being wrong with Pacifica. She’d been wandering around the town for awhile, poking her head into stores and trying to get some kind of understanding of where she was. Eventually she had stepped into some... log building that said it was greasy. Inside, some short man started trying to get her attention.

Pacifica ignored him at first, she didn’t know what business he had with her and she was on a mission to make a mental map of this place. But after being nagged a few times, she finally addressed him.

“Okay, I’m sorry but like- can you leave me alone? I don’t know who you are and I’m busy here.”

[daffodil-deity-blog]

@pinetrce|| event start!

> THE GOD RISES FROM A PORTAL OF LIQUID GOLD.

Appearing like a golden statue before the gold melts away and reveals he’s but a young man with sparkling jewel eyes, and he claps the tips of his hands as he lifts his chained wrists to chest level, floating gently in the air.     

“ Oh I’m positively delighted-- it’s been ages since my presence has been called upon. Let me guess; you’re some sort of young but deeply ambitious artist, determined to accomplish a great feat of awe-inspiring masterpiece? Oh the memories~... ” 

[poludaktulos]

pinetrce replied to your post: You ever think about the fact that cheese is just...

He’s just trying to irritate you, Great Uncle Ford. Don’t let him get to you.

“ It’s fine, Dipper. I’m used to this kind of thing. ” 

A sideways glance in Stan’s direction.