We're Not Alone

Selective-ish RP blog for Dipper Pines. Mod is 24, muse is 22.

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@ursa-mxjor [previous post]

“Okay! Just a little bit further. You should feel a great big pressure against his lung and if you just push harder there should be a sharp pop if you can manage to puncture one of the airways in his lung. Use all your muscle Dipper!” Gaz encouraged Dipper, as she began conjuring water from the moisture in the air.

Gaz continued to accrue water, reaping it out of the surrounding grass and trees, and from the air until there was barely any humidity and it felt as dry as a crisp winter morning. The plant life around her withered as she did this, until she gathered what she hoped would be enough water to fill Nebula’s lungs.

“Okay! I’m ready when you are!” Gaz said, marching over to Nebula’s snout and beginning to try and use just one hand and all the strength she had to open his jaws. She ended up planting a foot firmly against his lower jaw, and very slowly pried his jaws open until there was enough space to stick her other foot in his mouth, and HEFT UPWARDS with all her might and sheer force of will.

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“I’m trying!” Dipper forced himself against the pipe, pressing his feet against the ground as he put all his weight on it - and then his eyes widened as the pipe suddenly slid in and he nearly stumbled over.

He tightened his grip on the pipe and looked up at Gaz. “Ready?!”

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Gaz nodded her head solemnly at Dipper, and she swallowed her mouthful of metal, and gave another heave, opening Nebula’s jaws until she stood between them, straining her muscles from the effort of holding his mouth open.

“Okay! Watch the pipe and the incision to make sure the water pressure isn’t too high, cause it needs to be able to drain fast.” Gaz called over to Dipper.

Gaz flicked her free wrist forward sending the water into Nebula’s maw and down his throat and into his lungs until it was all inside. She quickly hopped out of his mouth and it slammed shut behind her with a loud dense snapping sound.

Gaz closed her eyes so she could focus on feeling where the water was in Nebula’s lungs and began to move her hands in a wavy motion as she moved the water around inside his lungs. You could hear a furious yet satisfying sizzling sound as the cool water put out the smolder in the dragon’s lungs, not unlike putting a hot frying pan in a sink and turning the faucet directly on to it.

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Dipper leaned away from the open end of the pipe as water and blood began to spray from it. The outpouring of water almost seemed to slow at one point, but a quick hand-thwack lap to the pipe dislodged a chunk of red and let the water flow freely again.

He gritted his teeth and readjusted his hands as the pipe heated up slightly. “How are things going over there?!” he half-shouted over the joint hissing of water and steam.

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@ursa-mxjor [previous post]

“Okay! Just a little bit further. You should feel a great big pressure against his lung and if you just push harder there should be a sharp pop if you can manage to puncture one of the airways in his lung. Use all your muscle Dipper!” Gaz encouraged Dipper, as she began conjuring water from the moisture in the air.

Gaz continued to accrue water, reaping it out of the surrounding grass and trees, and from the air until there was barely any humidity and it felt as dry as a crisp winter morning. The plant life around her withered as she did this, until she gathered what she hoped would be enough water to fill Nebula’s lungs.

“Okay! I’m ready when you are!” Gaz said, marching over to Nebula’s snout and beginning to try and use just one hand and all the strength she had to open his jaws. She ended up planting a foot firmly against his lower jaw, and very slowly pried his jaws open until there was enough space to stick her other foot in his mouth, and HEFT UPWARDS with all her might and sheer force of will.

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“I’m trying!” Dipper forced himself against the pipe, pressing his feet against the ground as he put all his weight on it - and then his eyes widened as the pipe suddenly slid in and he nearly stumbled over.

He tightened his grip on the pipe and looked up at Gaz. “Ready?!”

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@ursa-mxjor [previous post]

Gaz quickly turned her head to glance at Dipper now and then as he began to clearly have a bit of a mental breakdown. It was taking her focus away from Nebula and distracting her, which only made her feel more frustrated and panicked.

“Shit.. I- I don’t know. My brother is down in the medbay with Midge- STOP pacing PLEASE you’re distracting m- SHIT.” Gaz snapped and hissed, her attention taken away from the conversation as Nebula’s breaths became shallower and more rapid.

“FUCK. His lungs are still on fire in there. Every breath he takes makes them smolder more, I can’t heal the wounds fast enough because I still suck at healing magic. I don’t know how to put the flame in his lungs out without forcing water down his lungs and potentially drowning him.” Gaz said, her voice cracking from the stress and desperation.

“I…. I don’t know what to do.” Gaz admitted as she spread her hands over Nebula’s burning hot scales, sending pulses of healing magic through his body.

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Dipper backed off, then carefully patted a hand against Nebula, pulling it away as he winced at the heat.

His brow furrowed as he thought. “What if you punctured a hole in his lungs, ran the water through, and then sealed the hole back up?” He scratched the side of his head and narrowed his eyes. “Unless this is like a grease fire, and we need to use sand instead...” He looked back over at Gaz. “Do your powers run off of mana or magicka or something? Do you need a fuel source or a power-booster...?”

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“Oh. OH THAT COULD WORK. YOU’RE A LITTLE FUCKING GENIUS.” Gaz raised her voice in excitement and flashed a quick fanged grin at Dipper.

Gaz quickly looked around the yard for something strong and sturdy enough to puncture a beast as big as Nebula. Her eyes fell on one of Zim’s old lawn flamingos and the thick hollow metal pipe it was afixed to. She quickly stomped over to it and grabbed ahold of it, ripping it out of the ground with a ferocious force.

She turned her head around at just a slightly unnatural enough angle to look over at Dipper before turning the rest of her body around, seeming not quite unlike an owl.

“My powers are infernally based, and limitless as far as I know.” Gaz said, before the rest of her teeth sharpened and thickened.

Gaz ripped the sun-bleached old flamingo off the pipe and tossed it behind herself never to be given a shit about again, and opened her jaws wide. She chomped down on the metal pipe, and before she did anything she flicked her gaze back over to Dipper.

“Cofver your earfs real quimkg” She growled around a mouthful of metal pipe before biting through it and scraping it through her teeth, sharpening the end of the pipe at an angle.

Gaz continued to chew on the rest of the bit of pipe in her mouth, as if she were just snacking on it freely, and she handed the pipe over to Dipper.

“You think you got enough strength to jam this thing between his ribs?” She asked Dipper around her disgusting sounding mouthful of metal.

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Dipper’s instinctual revulsion at seeing a demon eat an entire metal pipe apart was buried under sheer aggressive determination. He pulled his hands away from his ears when he saw her finally hand the pipe over, wincing as the screech of chewed-up metal rang through his ears.

“I fucking hope so!” he exclaimed as he stepped forward and took the sharped pipe. He braced it under his right arm and against his side, steeled himself, and rammed it forward into Nebula’s body; the pipe splurched through layers of scale and hide, blood oozing from the wound as the pipe slid past Nebula’s ribs and hit the poor dragon in the lung.

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@ursa-mxjor [previous post]

Gaz quickly turned her head to glance at Dipper now and then as he began to clearly have a bit of a mental breakdown. It was taking her focus away from Nebula and distracting her, which only made her feel more frustrated and panicked.

“Shit.. I- I don’t know. My brother is down in the medbay with Midge- STOP pacing PLEASE you’re distracting m- SHIT.” Gaz snapped and hissed, her attention taken away from the conversation as Nebula’s breaths became shallower and more rapid.

“FUCK. His lungs are still on fire in there. Every breath he takes makes them smolder more, I can’t heal the wounds fast enough because I still suck at healing magic. I don’t know how to put the flame in his lungs out without forcing water down his lungs and potentially drowning him.” Gaz said, her voice cracking from the stress and desperation.

“I…. I don’t know what to do.” Gaz admitted as she spread her hands over Nebula’s burning hot scales, sending pulses of healing magic through his body.

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Dipper backed off, then carefully patted a hand against Nebula, pulling it away as he winced at the heat.

His brow furrowed as he thought. “What if you punctured a hole in his lungs, ran the water through, and then sealed the hole back up?” He scratched the side of his head and narrowed his eyes. “Unless this is like a grease fire, and we need to use sand instead...” He looked back over at Gaz. “Do your powers run off of mana or magicka or something? Do you need a fuel source or a power-booster...?”

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@ursa-mxjor

The upper floors of The Base were a wreck. There was blood splattered all over the place, trailing along the floor, and an unsettling pool of it collected on the elevator floor.

Most of the pets Dib kept were either hiding or pacing around the property in anxiety, some of them wailing out in distress.

Audrey Two was trying his best to calm as many of them down as possible his many tendril vines stretched around the household petting and cradling some of the more distressed animals.

THORse was scraping her left front hoof into the floor repeatedly by the open front doorway and whinnying loudly. A wall of teal scales blocked off the doorway with barely any way to get out without having to squeeze and squirm.

What sounded like loud, enormous, ragged breaths shook the floor enough that it was just barely noticeable. There was an unpleasant tinge of burnt keratin and flesh in the air, the smell acrid and unpleasant, and just beneath that the coppery odor of human blood accented it.

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He was hopelessly, mind-blowingly out of his depth right now.

While Midge stayed behind with the mortally-wounded Dib, a floor panel launched out of the way in the living room, sending the small table atop it tumbling as Dipper shoved them aside and clambered out of the elevator chute. He bolted across the room, almost slipping on the swiftly-drying blood splatters; as one of Twoey’s vines patted against the teal mass, Dipper leapt onto the vine and used it to climb atop the mass, scrambling for the small gap left against the door and squeezing through it.

As Dipper slid down the scaly hide and stepped out into the smoggy red outdoors, he wheeled around and saw the wounded shape of Nebula before him. The dragon had gotten even more massive and vividly-colored since Dipper had last seen him... but most of his colors were obscured by the smoke that billowed from his scales, drifting up through the tears in his wings and frills.

Dipper whipped out his phone and backed away from the smoke cloud as he quickly punched in Gaz’s number, only to yelp and whirl around as he bumped into someone.

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Gaz yelled a bit in surprise and whirled around as Dipper bumped into her. She accidentally smacked an outstretched wing into his face as she turned. Her other spare wing was flapping and fanning smoke out of the way.

“Shit.” Gaz hissed before coughing from the smoke.

As some of the smoke cleared she recognized Dipper, and her tail stopped swishing in agitation, although she was still on edge.

“Fuck, I didn’t know it was you. Sorry. Didn’t mean to hit you on purpose man.” Gaz said hastily before turning her attention back to Nebula.

Normally she’d put more heart into an apology but she was preoccupied with healing the great dragon’s grievous wounds.

Nebula groaned and wheezed, every breath sounding dry and ragged, and so very painful. He shifted slightly, scraping his shoulder and side against the house and whining in pain as it hit his upper ribs.

Every single breath was horribly agonizing for the poor dragon, his lungs were on fire and it became too much for him to handle. His ruby-red eyes rolled into the back of his head showing the whites, and his head and wings went limp as he passed out. There was a great thump, and the surrounding earth shook violently as his head hit the ground.

“SHIT, FUCK, DAMNIT NO NEBULA.” Gaz yelled in frustration and panic as she conjured a bright string made of magical green colored energy, intending to continue working on healing his wounds. Her horns grew in length ever so slowly and began to curl backwards as she became more stressed, and her eyes glowed a furious burning orange.

Normally Gaz knew Dipper was put off by the details of her more demon nature and she’d hide them when around him, but once again it came down to a matter of urgency at the current situation and it completely slipped her mind.

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Dipper rubbed the side of his face and glared at the increasingly-visible figure, only for anxiety to writhe up within him when he saw her demonic guise.

“What’s going on?!” he half-shouted as he began pacing next to Gaz and Nebula. “What happened to him? What happened to Dib?!” His footsteps thunked down harder and harder against the grass and concrete. “Where have they been this whole time, and what... what are you doing?” He sucked in a breath. “Demon magic... right...”

He struggled (and failed) to ease himself down, hands wringing about as he looked off to the side - and then he crouched down next to Gaz and had to stop himself from grasping her by the shoulders. “What can I do to help?!”

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@ursa-mxjor

The upper floors of The Base were a wreck. There was blood splattered all over the place, trailing along the floor, and an unsettling pool of it collected on the elevator floor.

Most of the pets Dib kept were either hiding or pacing around the property in anxiety, some of them wailing out in distress.

Audrey Two was trying his best to calm as many of them down as possible his many tendril vines stretched around the household petting and cradling some of the more distressed animals.

THORse was scraping her left front hoof into the floor repeatedly by the open front doorway and whinnying loudly. A wall of teal scales blocked off the doorway with barely any way to get out without having to squeeze and squirm.

What sounded like loud, enormous, ragged breaths shook the floor enough that it was just barely noticeable. There was an unpleasant tinge of burnt keratin and flesh in the air, the smell acrid and unpleasant, and just beneath that the coppery odor of human blood accented it.

[ursa-mxjor]

He was hopelessly, mind-blowingly out of his depth right now.

While Midge stayed behind with the mortally-wounded Dib, a floor panel launched out of the way in the living room, sending the small table atop it tumbling as Dipper shoved them aside and clambered out of the elevator chute. He bolted across the room, almost slipping on the swiftly-drying blood splatters; as one of Twoey’s vines patted against the teal mass, Dipper leapt onto the vine and used it to climb atop the mass, scrambling for the small gap left against the door and squeezing through it.

As Dipper slid down the scaly hide and stepped out into the smoggy red outdoors, he wheeled around and saw the wounded shape of Nebula before him. The dragon had gotten even more massive and vividly-colored since Dipper had last seen him... but most of his colors were obscured by the smoke that billowed from his scales, drifting up through the tears in his wings and frills.

Dipper whipped out his phone and backed away from the smoke cloud as he quickly punched in Gaz’s number, only to yelp and whirl around as he bumped into someone.

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One of the old elevators within the depths of Zim’s (Dib’s?) base clunked open as a whole pile of garbage tumbled out, with one dirt-covered Dipper shuffling out and shaking an old CRT shell off of his leg. He whipped out his cellphone and grimaced a little as he waited, and he sighed in relief when he saw connection bars pop up in the corner.

“Okay!” he wheezed as he put his phone away. “Note to self: tell Dib that his basement is locked into some sort of time-void.” As he dusted himself off, he mused a little: “How long have I been down there... a week?”

He yelped when something bumped into his back, and stepped away to see one of the dog-sized disco wasps hovering around behind him. It gave two buzzes, and Dipper blinked in response and pulled his phone back out. “Two weeks? It didn’t feel like two, but... yeah, you’d probably know more about this place than I would,” he said, narrowing his eyes at his phone’s glitched-out date.

As he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and started to walk off, he felt a small tug on his leg and turned around, looking a little concerned when he saw the wasp waiting for him. “Hey, you gotta go home, man,” he said sort-of-feebly, trying to let it down gently because sure, it was nice enough, but it was kind of off-putting, and even if it wasn’t then it’d probably get fly-swatter'd by someone anyway. “You know, wasp reasons or... something.”

The wasp’s head drooped down as it let out a dejected buzz, and it disco-danced back down the elevator shaft.

Dipper gave one last confused look back as he headed onward, glancing up at the mesh ceiling above the hall and taking note of the room just past it. As he looked back down towards the ground, his thoughts on what he’d tell Dib all tumbling around and piling up in his brain, he yelped as something hot and viscous splattered him from above the grate... and he looked down at his red-covered arms and screamed. His vision shot back up to the grate, and he saw several fast-moving silhouettes-

“Dib?!”

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Dib stifled a laugh directed at Dipper. “Larimar is a type of stone you goof.”

“Hey Midge.” Dib turned his head and greeted his best friend with a warm smile, happy to see her. 

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Midge gave a long suffering sigh as she walked over to Dib and ruffled his hair. “I feel bad that half the time we see each other you’re in a hospital bed.”

“And it’s Lazuroth. But close enough, I suppose,” she said to Dipper. She pulled out a scanner and began scanning both of them, checking over the readings. “Well it seems your both healing on schedule, overall.” She looked at Dipper. “Can you do me a favor and hit that red button beside you if this heathen tries to leave his bed before he’s ready? It’ll call me directly.” There was a huge grin on her face.

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Dipper glanced at Dib and then stared up at the ceiling, grimacing a la Jim-Halpert-style. “…Oh.”

As Midge talked over the scan, he looked over at the very noticeable red button next to his bed, then gave Midge a proud thumbs-up - and then he wheezed and held his arm back when he pulled another something-or-other.

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“I can’t believe I’m being bullied by my own friends and family.”

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“Are you really that surprised? You heathen?” She gave Dib another grin before looking over the scan once more.

“Alright. On a scale of one to ten what are your pain levels?”

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Dipper got a focused but zoned-out look in his eyes as he thought. “I know I found a pain scale that made sense once... I think maybe a three or a four if I don’t move? I feel like I’m probably high on painkillers or something because my organs feel more intact than they-”

He shifted forward and suddenly jerked like he was going to hurl, then forcefully flopped back against the bed. “Nope! Still hurts,” he wheezed deeply. “That’s a seven.”

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[Prev Post] @ursa-mxjor @queen-of-lazuroth

Dib stifled a laugh directed at Dipper. “Larimar is a type of stone you goof.”

“Hey Midge.” Dib turned his head and greeted his best friend with a warm smile, happy to see her. 

[queen-of-lazuroth]

Midge gave a long suffering sigh as she walked over to Dib and ruffled his hair. “I feel bad that half the time we see each other you’re in a hospital bed.”

“And it’s Lazuroth. But close enough, I suppose,” she said to Dipper. She pulled out a scanner and began scanning both of them, checking over the readings. “Well it seems your both healing on schedule, overall.” She looked at Dipper. “Can you do me a favor and hit that red button beside you if this heathen tries to leave his bed before he’s ready? It’ll call me directly.” There was a huge grin on her face.

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Dipper glanced at Dib and then stared up at the ceiling, grimacing a la Jim-Halpert-style. “...Oh.”

As Midge talked over the scan, he looked over at the very noticeable red button next to his bed, then gave Midge a proud thumbs-up - and then he wheezed and held his arm back when he pulled another something-or-other.

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@ursa-mxjor

Dib groaned in pain as he woke up. His vision was blurry for awhile and he had to work up the mental energy just to turn his head and look around, but look around he did. 

Dib saw Dipper out cold on his own cot a few feet away. Dib sighed in relief. He was glad his friend wasn’t fucking dead. Half of that fight had been a painful blur and he couldn’t even remember a fair portion of it. He’d been in such pain, and he was surprised he’d managed to keep it together and not black out sooner. 

Dib was sure Midge was gonna chew him out for this one. At least it wasn’t his fault this time.. sort of…

“Dipper… hey….” Dib croaked, for once he wasn’t daring to sit up. “Hey, are you alive over there man?” 

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Dipper jolted and turned to look at Dib - he’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he might as well have been out cold. “Oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

He shifted over a little and glanced down at his arms, shifting one up a little when he was 100% absolutely sure that it didn’t have an IV jabbed into it.

“Yeah, I’m alive… And you’re obviously alive, too, so that’s good, that’s, uh… that’s good…” He chuckled nervously. “At least we’re both in one piece, right? Or, well, you know…” He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced as he poked right beneath his own ribcage. “…mostly in one piece.”

He craned his head to get a better look at Dib; his friend looked like death, and Dipper realized that, well, they were both more or less maimed by that thing, so he probably looked pretty miserable as well.

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“Jesus, yeah Dip-” Dib rasped before pausing to cough violently and holding his ribs. 

“We look like shit huh?” He said, with a half hearted chuckle. 

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“Probably,” he chuckled back. “I can’t see myself, but you definitely look like…” He drifted off as his hand kind of awkwardly hovered there, as he tried to think of a polite way to phrase what he was about to say.

“…actual garbage.”

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Dib just snorted and wheezed in amusement. Actual laughing physically hurts and by now he’d been injured enough times to know that like a chef knows knives. 

“Yeah.” Was all he could say for a few moments, awkward silence following after.

“I’m sorry Dipper. I’m so very sorry. Your first day here and you get possessed by a demon worm and attacked by my wormified middle school counselor.” 

~God, that fucker almost made me LIKE Dwight.~ Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

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“Aw, it’s okay,” Dipper said. “I mean… next time, I’d suggest maybe not keeping dead monster bodies in your house, but it’s not like you grabbed it and shoved it down my throat, right?” He offered a weak shrug. “Hindsight’s 20/20, I guess.”

He chuckled nervously and glanced off to the side. “God, speaking of hindsight… I’ve just been lying here thinking of ‘what if I did this, and what if I’d noticed that?’, and I think I’ve made, like, twelve contingency plans for demon worm possession even though those things are dead by now.” He gave Dib a mildly pitiful look. “You know what I mean?”

He paused, then looked away and stared up at the ceiling. “…Oh. Right.“

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“No I get it. But I promise they’re not coming back anytime soon, or ever for that matter. I accidentally pulled out that first one from an entirely different dimension. There’s no way they’re getting back here. And you’re right by the way. I need to stop collecting dead things.”

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“You could always make effigies of them instead.” Dipper waved a hand around a little bit as he thought. “Not the kind used in summoning spells, but just an ‘I killed this jerk once’ sort of thing - like those severed heads that hunters hang all over the place.” He tapped a finger to his chin. “It’d be really disturbing to have a fake severed head of your old counselor, though.”

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“I don’t need his head when I have this.” Dib said with a smirk as he pulled out a broken chitin spine from his pocket. It was about the size of a knife and dark red almost black in color. Oh Fantastic.

“The little fuckerbitch, broke my Lucille.”

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper winced as he sat up with a jolt. “Who’s- …oh, right, your bat,” he said as he eased back down (and clutched his side).

He paused and eventually pointed towards the chitinous chunk. “…He won’t regenerate from that, right?”

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“No. I’ve been pulling it out and staring at it every few hours cause I got a little paranoid about it. If something happens I’ll just have to fuckin eat it.” Dib said, as though this were a completely normal thing to do.

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper gave a horrified grimace. “Please don’t eat that.”

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“Dib Paradox Membrane, I swear to Togal if you eat that I will pump you stomach.”

Midge sauntered into the room, medical scanner in hand. She looked between both boys for a moment, arms folded in her face thoughtful. After a while she turned to Dipper.

“Hello there. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Midge.”

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“I’m - egch! - Dipper,” he hurked out, moving juuust enough to pull a muscle (or an organ, or some stitches...). As he leaned back against the bed, he squinted at Midge and blinked. “Oh! You’re the alien queen that Dib told me about! From a... snow planet? Larimar, right?”

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Dib groaned in pain as he woke up. His vision was blurry for awhile and he had to work up the mental energy just to turn his head and look around, but look around he did. 

Dib saw Dipper out cold on his own cot a few feet away. Dib sighed in relief. He was glad his friend wasn’t fucking dead. Half of that fight had been a painful blur and he couldn’t even remember a fair portion of it. He’d been in such pain, and he was surprised he’d managed to keep it together and not black out sooner. 

Dib was sure Midge was gonna chew him out for this one. At least it wasn’t his fault this time.. sort of…

“Dipper… hey….” Dib croaked, for once he wasn’t daring to sit up. “Hey, are you alive over there man?” 

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Dipper jolted and turned to look at Dib - he’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he might as well have been out cold. “Oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

He shifted over a little and glanced down at his arms, shifting one up a little when he was 100% absolutely sure that it didn’t have an IV jabbed into it.

“Yeah, I’m alive… And you’re obviously alive, too, so that’s good, that’s, uh… that’s good…” He chuckled nervously. “At least we’re both in one piece, right? Or, well, you know…” He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced as he poked right beneath his own ribcage. “…mostly in one piece.”

He craned his head to get a better look at Dib; his friend looked like death, and Dipper realized that, well, they were both more or less maimed by that thing, so he probably looked pretty miserable as well.

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“Jesus, yeah Dip-” Dib rasped before pausing to cough violently and holding his ribs. 

“We look like shit huh?” He said, with a half hearted chuckle. 

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“Probably,” he chuckled back. “I can’t see myself, but you definitely look like…” He drifted off as his hand kind of awkwardly hovered there, as he tried to think of a polite way to phrase what he was about to say.

“…actual garbage.”

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Dib just snorted and wheezed in amusement. Actual laughing physically hurts and by now he’d been injured enough times to know that like a chef knows knives. 

“Yeah.” Was all he could say for a few moments, awkward silence following after.

“I’m sorry Dipper. I’m so very sorry. Your first day here and you get possessed by a demon worm and attacked by my wormified middle school counselor.” 

~God, that fucker almost made me LIKE Dwight.~ Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

[ursa-mxjor]

“Aw, it’s okay,” Dipper said. “I mean… next time, I’d suggest maybe not keeping dead monster bodies in your house, but it’s not like you grabbed it and shoved it down my throat, right?” He offered a weak shrug. “Hindsight’s 20/20, I guess.”

He chuckled nervously and glanced off to the side. “God, speaking of hindsight… I’ve just been lying here thinking of ‘what if I did this, and what if I’d noticed that?’, and I think I’ve made, like, twelve contingency plans for demon worm possession even though those things are dead by now.” He gave Dib a mildly pitiful look. “You know what I mean?”

He paused, then looked away and stared up at the ceiling. “…Oh. Right.“

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“No I get it. But I promise they’re not coming back anytime soon, or ever for that matter. I accidentally pulled out that first one from an entirely different dimension. There’s no way they’re getting back here. And you’re right by the way. I need to stop collecting dead things.”

[ursa-mxjor]

“You could always make effigies of them instead.” Dipper waved a hand around a little bit as he thought. “Not the kind used in summoning spells, but just an ‘I killed this jerk once’ sort of thing - like those severed heads that hunters hang all over the place.” He tapped a finger to his chin. “It’d be really disturbing to have a fake severed head of your old counselor, though.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“I don’t need his head when I have this.” Dib said with a smirk as he pulled out a broken chitin spine from his pocket. It was about the size of a knife and dark red almost black in color. Oh Fantastic.

“The little fuckerbitch, broke my Lucille.”

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper winced as he sat up with a jolt. “Who’s- …oh, right, your bat,” he said as he eased back down (and clutched his side).

He paused and eventually pointed towards the chitinous chunk. “…He won’t regenerate from that, right?”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“No. I’ve been pulling it out and staring at it every few hours cause I got a little paranoid about it. If something happens I’ll just have to fuckin eat it.” Dib said, as though this were a completely normal thing to do.

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper gave a horrified grimace. “Please don’t eat that.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

@ursa-mxjor

Dib groaned in pain as he woke up. His vision was blurry for awhile and he had to work up the mental energy just to turn his head and look around, but look around he did. 

Dib saw Dipper out cold on his own cot a few feet away. Dib sighed in relief. He was glad his friend wasn’t fucking dead. Half of that fight had been a painful blur and he couldn’t even remember a fair portion of it. He’d been in such pain, and he was surprised he’d managed to keep it together and not black out sooner. 

Dib was sure Midge was gonna chew him out for this one. At least it wasn’t his fault this time.. sort of…

“Dipper… hey….” Dib croaked, for once he wasn’t daring to sit up. “Hey, are you alive over there man?” 

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper jolted and turned to look at Dib - he’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he might as well have been out cold. “Oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

He shifted over a little and glanced down at his arms, shifting one up a little when he was 100% absolutely sure that it didn’t have an IV jabbed into it.

“Yeah, I’m alive… And you’re obviously alive, too, so that’s good, that’s, uh… that’s good…” He chuckled nervously. “At least we’re both in one piece, right? Or, well, you know…” He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced as he poked right beneath his own ribcage. “…mostly in one piece.”

He craned his head to get a better look at Dib; his friend looked like death, and Dipper realized that, well, they were both more or less maimed by that thing, so he probably looked pretty miserable as well.

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“Jesus, yeah Dip-” Dib rasped before pausing to cough violently and holding his ribs. 

“We look like shit huh?” He said, with a half hearted chuckle. 

[ursa-mxjor]

“Probably,” he chuckled back. “I can’t see myself, but you definitely look like…” He drifted off as his hand kind of awkwardly hovered there, as he tried to think of a polite way to phrase what he was about to say.

“…actual garbage.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

Dib just snorted and wheezed in amusement. Actual laughing physically hurts and by now he’d been injured enough times to know that like a chef knows knives. 

“Yeah.” Was all he could say for a few moments, awkward silence following after.

“I’m sorry Dipper. I’m so very sorry. Your first day here and you get possessed by a demon worm and attacked by my wormified middle school counselor.” 

~God, that fucker almost made me LIKE Dwight.~ Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

[ursa-mxjor]

“Aw, it’s okay,” Dipper said. “I mean… next time, I’d suggest maybe not keeping dead monster bodies in your house, but it’s not like you grabbed it and shoved it down my throat, right?” He offered a weak shrug. “Hindsight’s 20/20, I guess.”

He chuckled nervously and glanced off to the side. “God, speaking of hindsight… I’ve just been lying here thinking of ‘what if I did this, and what if I’d noticed that?’, and I think I’ve made, like, twelve contingency plans for demon worm possession even though those things are dead by now.” He gave Dib a mildly pitiful look. “You know what I mean?”

He paused, then looked away and stared up at the ceiling. “…Oh. Right.“

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“No I get it. But I promise they’re not coming back anytime soon, or ever for that matter. I accidentally pulled out that first one from an entirely different dimension. There’s no way they’re getting back here. And you’re right by the way. I need to stop collecting dead things.”

[ursa-mxjor]

“You could always make effigies of them instead.” Dipper waved a hand around a little bit as he thought. “Not the kind used in summoning spells, but just an ‘I killed this jerk once’ sort of thing - like those severed heads that hunters hang all over the place.” He tapped a finger to his chin. “It’d be really disturbing to have a fake severed head of your old counselor, though.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“I don’t need his head when I have this.” Dib said with a smirk as he pulled out a broken chitin spine from his pocket. It was about the size of a knife and dark red almost black in color. Oh Fantastic.

“The little fuckerbitch, broke my Lucille.”

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper winced as he sat up with a jolt. “Who’s- ...oh, right, your bat,” he said as he eased back down (and clutched his side).

He paused and eventually pointed towards the chitinous chunk. “...He won’t regenerate from that, right?”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

@ursa-mxjor

Dib groaned in pain as he woke up. His vision was blurry for awhile and he had to work up the mental energy just to turn his head and look around, but look around he did. 

Dib saw Dipper out cold on his own cot a few feet away. Dib sighed in relief. He was glad his friend wasn’t fucking dead. Half of that fight had been a painful blur and he couldn’t even remember a fair portion of it. He’d been in such pain, and he was surprised he’d managed to keep it together and not black out sooner. 

Dib was sure Midge was gonna chew him out for this one. At least it wasn’t his fault this time.. sort of…

“Dipper… hey….” Dib croaked, for once he wasn’t daring to sit up. “Hey, are you alive over there man?” 

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper jolted and turned to look at Dib - he’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he might as well have been out cold. “Oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

He shifted over a little and glanced down at his arms, shifting one up a little when he was 100% absolutely sure that it didn’t have an IV jabbed into it.

“Yeah, I’m alive… And you’re obviously alive, too, so that’s good, that’s, uh… that’s good…” He chuckled nervously. “At least we’re both in one piece, right? Or, well, you know…” He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced as he poked right beneath his own ribcage. “…mostly in one piece.”

He craned his head to get a better look at Dib; his friend looked like death, and Dipper realized that, well, they were both more or less maimed by that thing, so he probably looked pretty miserable as well.

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“Jesus, yeah Dip-” Dib rasped before pausing to cough violently and holding his ribs. 

“We look like shit huh?” He said, with a half hearted chuckle. 

[ursa-mxjor]

“Probably,” he chuckled back. “I can’t see myself, but you definitely look like…” He drifted off as his hand kind of awkwardly hovered there, as he tried to think of a polite way to phrase what he was about to say.

“…actual garbage.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

Dib just snorted and wheezed in amusement. Actual laughing physically hurts and by now he’d been injured enough times to know that like a chef knows knives. 

“Yeah.” Was all he could say for a few moments, awkward silence following after.

“I’m sorry Dipper. I’m so very sorry. Your first day here and you get possessed by a demon worm and attacked by my wormified middle school counselor.” 

~God, that fucker almost made me LIKE Dwight.~ Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

[ursa-mxjor]

“Aw, it’s okay,” Dipper said. “I mean… next time, I’d suggest maybe not keeping dead monster bodies in your house, but it’s not like you grabbed it and shoved it down my throat, right?” He offered a weak shrug. “Hindsight’s 20/20, I guess.”

He chuckled nervously and glanced off to the side. “God, speaking of hindsight… I’ve just been lying here thinking of ‘what if I did this, and what if I’d noticed that?’, and I think I’ve made, like, twelve contingency plans for demon worm possession even though those things are dead by now.” He gave Dib a mildly pitiful look. “You know what I mean?”

He paused, then looked away and stared up at the ceiling. “…Oh. Right.“

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“No I get it. But I promise they’re not coming back anytime soon, or ever for that matter. I accidentally pulled out that first one from an entirely different dimension. There’s no way they’re getting back here. And you’re right by the way. I need to stop collecting dead things.”

[ursa-mxjor]

“You could always make effigies of them instead.” Dipper waved a hand around a little bit as he thought. “Not the kind used in summoning spells, but just an ‘I killed this jerk once’ sort of thing - like those severed heads that hunters hang all over the place.” He tapped a finger to his chin. “It’d be really disturbing to have a fake severed head of your old counselor, though.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

@ursa-mxjor

Dib groaned in pain as he woke up. His vision was blurry for awhile and he had to work up the mental energy just to turn his head and look around, but look around he did. 

Dib saw Dipper out cold on his own cot a few feet away. Dib sighed in relief. He was glad his friend wasn’t fucking dead. Half of that fight had been a painful blur and he couldn’t even remember a fair portion of it. He’d been in such pain, and he was surprised he’d managed to keep it together and not black out sooner. 

Dib was sure Midge was gonna chew him out for this one. At least it wasn’t his fault this time.. sort of…

“Dipper… hey….” Dib croaked, for once he wasn’t daring to sit up. “Hey, are you alive over there man?” 

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper jolted and turned to look at Dib - he’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he might as well have been out cold. “Oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

He shifted over a little and glanced down at his arms, shifting one up a little when he was 100% absolutely sure that it didn’t have an IV jabbed into it.

“Yeah, I’m alive… And you’re obviously alive, too, so that’s good, that’s, uh… that’s good…” He chuckled nervously. “At least we’re both in one piece, right? Or, well, you know…” He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced as he poked right beneath his own ribcage. “…mostly in one piece.”

He craned his head to get a better look at Dib; his friend looked like death, and Dipper realized that, well, they were both more or less maimed by that thing, so he probably looked pretty miserable as well.

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“Jesus, yeah Dip-” Dib rasped before pausing to cough violently and holding his ribs. 

“We look like shit huh?” He said, with a half hearted chuckle. 

[ursa-mxjor]

“Probably,” he chuckled back. “I can’t see myself, but you definitely look like…” He drifted off as his hand kind of awkwardly hovered there, as he tried to think of a polite way to phrase what he was about to say.

“…actual garbage.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

Dib just snorted and wheezed in amusement. Actual laughing physically hurts and by now he’d been injured enough times to know that like a chef knows knives. 

“Yeah.” Was all he could say for a few moments, awkward silence following after.

“I’m sorry Dipper. I’m so very sorry. Your first day here and you get possessed by a demon worm and attacked by my wormified middle school counselor.” 

~God, that fucker almost made me LIKE Dwight.~ Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

[ursa-mxjor]

“Aw, it’s okay,” Dipper said. “I mean... next time, I’d suggest maybe not keeping dead monster bodies in your house, but it’s not like you grabbed it and shoved it down my throat, right?” He offered a weak shrug. “Hindsight’s 20/20, I guess.”

He chuckled nervously and glanced off to the side. “God, speaking of hindsight... I’ve just been lying here thinking of ‘what if I did this, and what if I’d noticed that?’, and I think I’ve made, like, twelve contingency plans for demon worm possession even though those things are dead by now.” He gave Dib a mildly pitiful look. “You know what I mean?”

He paused, then looked away and stared up at the ceiling. “...Oh. Right."

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

@ursa-mxjor

Dib groaned in pain as he woke up. His vision was blurry for awhile and he had to work up the mental energy just to turn his head and look around, but look around he did. 

Dib saw Dipper out cold on his own cot a few feet away. Dib sighed in relief. He was glad his friend wasn’t fucking dead. Half of that fight had been a painful blur and he couldn’t even remember a fair portion of it. He’d been in such pain, and he was surprised he’d managed to keep it together and not black out sooner. 

Dib was sure Midge was gonna chew him out for this one. At least it wasn’t his fault this time.. sort of…

“Dipper… hey….” Dib croaked, for once he wasn’t daring to sit up. “Hey, are you alive over there man?” 

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper jolted and turned to look at Dib - he’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he might as well have been out cold. “Oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

He shifted over a little and glanced down at his arms, shifting one up a little when he was 100% absolutely sure that it didn’t have an IV jabbed into it.

“Yeah, I’m alive… And you’re obviously alive, too, so that’s good, that’s, uh… that’s good…” He chuckled nervously. “At least we’re both in one piece, right? Or, well, you know…” He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced as he poked right beneath his own ribcage. “…mostly in one piece.”

He craned his head to get a better look at Dib; his friend looked like death, and Dipper realized that, well, they were both more or less maimed by that thing, so he probably looked pretty miserable as well.

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

“Jesus, yeah Dip-” Dib rasped before pausing to cough violently and holding his ribs. 

“We look like shit huh?” He said, with a half hearted chuckle. 

[ursa-mxjor]

“Probably,” he chuckled back. “I can’t see myself, but you definitely look like...” He drifted off as his hand kind of awkwardly hovered there, as he tried to think of a polite way to phrase what he was about to say.

“...actual garbage.”

[agentmothmanstrikesagain]

@ursa-mxjor

Dib groaned in pain as he woke up. His vision was blurry for awhile and he had to work up the mental energy just to turn his head and look around, but look around he did. 

Dib saw Dipper out cold on his own cot a few feet away. Dib sighed in relief. He was glad his friend wasn’t fucking dead. Half of that fight had been a painful blur and he couldn’t even remember a fair portion of it. He’d been in such pain, and he was surprised he’d managed to keep it together and not black out sooner. 

Dib was sure Midge was gonna chew him out for this one. At least it wasn’t his fault this time.. sort of…

“Dipper… hey….” Dib croaked, for once he wasn’t daring to sit up. “Hey, are you alive over there man?” 

[ursa-mxjor]

Dipper jolted and turned to look at Dib - he’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he might as well have been out cold. “Oh, hey, you’re finally awake.”

He shifted over a little and glanced down at his arms, shifting one up a little when he was 100% absolutely sure that it didn’t have an IV jabbed into it.

“Yeah, I’m alive... And you’re obviously alive, too, so that’s good, that’s, uh... that’s good...” He chuckled nervously. “At least we’re both in one piece, right? Or, well, you know...” He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced as he poked right beneath his own ribcage. “...mostly in one piece.”

He craned his head to get a better look at Dib; his friend looked like death, and Dipper realized that, well, they were both more or less maimed by that thing, so he probably looked pretty miserable as well.

[queen-of-lazuroth]

Auntiiieee Miiiiddge, Dad is dying agaiiiiinnn. =>8(

“Where are you? Can you teleport yourselves to Lazuroth? Do I need to come to you?”

[eternal-star-rogue]

“Hang on a minute.”

[Covers phone and kicks Dib. He doesn’t respond.]

“Yeah neither of them are conscious and they’re bleeding all over the place. You should come get em. I might make em bleed more. I’m a robots kinda person I dunno jack about medical shit-”

[queen-of-lazuroth]

“Alright, sweetie. I’m on my way.”

No sooner, Midge arrives at the spot. She brings a team with her to help with transport. For now, though, she needs to get Dib stable... Wait who’s the other guy?

Never mind, She gets some tools out and starts getting the boys patched up. She also has some spare O negative. How did she get that, you ask? Don’t worry about it.

“Good, Togal what happened to them?!”

[eternal-star-rogue]

“I dunno- Nebula brought them here. His wing is busted too- I think they might have been in some fight?” Zipper said with a frown. She wasn’t panicking. She didn’t have the energy for it, plus, this was a regular occurrence for her dad at this point. 

[queen-of-lazuroth]

Midge nodded, scanning the boys to make sure they were taking the blood okay. Once it seemed they were stable enough she had her team bring the stretchers over and lift them onto one each.

“They should be fine. Hopefully they can tell me what happened to them. I’ll have one of my animal physicians come look at Nebula as soon as possible. Where is the cutie?”

[eternal-star-rogue]

“He’s right over there-”

As soon as his name was spoken Nebula sat up and shuffled over, towering over everyone. He cranned his neck down and flicked his tongue over Midge, happy to see a familiar face.

“I’m sorry big guy. You got all busted up for dad huh?” Zipper cooed up at the massive almost dragon-like lizard.

[queen-of-lazuroth]

Midge raised a hand up slowly, running it along Nebula’s head. She giggles at the greeting. “Thanks, Nebula. You’re a good boy.”

She got to her feet, her clothes now a little bloodstained from her work. She’d have to change them to keep from scaring the younger children too much. 

“Are you going to be okay?” She asked Zipper. “I can send someone else to look after all the pets and you can come with us if you want.”

[eternal-star-rogue]

“It’s alright Aunty Midge. I’m not worried.” Zipper said, sounding tired and uninterested. “He does this all the time now anyways. I’m used to it. I’m gonna go home and make sure Twoey isn’t eating the pizza delivery guys again.”

[queen-of-lazuroth]

Midge frowned. She didn’t like how...distant and defeated Zipper sounded. But she wouldn’t push it. She sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her niece’s head. “Alright. Call me if you need anything, okay? I’ll keep you updated on your dad’s status.”

She then got her group gathered together and pressed a button on her wristwatch, teleporting them away to Lazuroth’s med bay.

[eternal-star-rogue]

“Okay.” Zipper said, watching them all disappear.  “Come on Neb. Let’s go home and print you a 3D cast for your wing.” She said, still sounding tired...