"My time has come to burn.
I invoke the ancient power that I may return."
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February 15th, 2016: Triangle
"No, no, no!"
A few birds flew away at the sound of the anguished cry. It had come from a bare figure, a young man clutching his golden-blond locks. His voice was thick with tears. "This wasn't what I meant!"
His hands, which had been entangled in his hair, suddenly let go. The boy held them out in front of him, staring at the tanned digits, free of scars and blemishes. The sight made his breath hitch— but instead of crying, he swung his head up towards the night sky and shouted at the heavens, speaking in a strange, inhuman tongue.
.
"Ytͤ͊̎́i̠ͮͮe͇͚̱d̲͚ a̟̦ ̓̏̔ro͗f͎ ͇̙eͯ̓̾su̼̝͔̪̼̝ͬ́c̨̙͚̓̆̂x̷ͩ̓̂ͭ̅̂ͯe͙͉ ̡̖̫̻̗͈̹͙ͭ͌͋̉͌ͤs̛͖ͫ͊̂s̶̖̜ͧͯ̉ͅe̯͂͆ͬl̳̽̽ͯ̕h͚̬̗̙͐̈͗̽̈́ͨt̟͙͋ͬ̃ͦͪ̆r̷̥̭̠̟̪̆̄ͭ̄ǒ̘͈͔̱̞̍͊̆ͭ̊ͯͅw͎͚̦̤͓̬ͮͦͫ̌̌͑ ̜͓̘̩̤̇̈ͪͬ͊ͮ̍̀u̻̳̖o̞̗͠ͅy̢̤͒̆͌͋,̲͇͉̰͋͝ D̴̲͓͇͗̄͌͌̑̽i͇̣̱͉̪̊̊ͩ͋̂͒õ̻͎͎̪̠̳̐̅ͯͨͩ̃͝v̩̼͕͇ ̞̭̩̘͓ͬ̎̌͌e͗͗͛ͪ̉ͣ҉͎ht̺̻̻ ̮̜̝̘̟̘n̟̙i̹̠ ̭̼̠t͕o̪̺̬rͥ͑ o̡̮̱̪͖͎̦̫͛̐g͔͈͔̫̪,̂̍̒͆̽ ͛̈̄͛̚L̂t̺̹o̭l̻̘o̮̼͖ͨͩ̂x̏̀̆ͥ!̬͚"
He continued to rant, unconsciously slipping back into English, his hands now curled into fists at his sides.
"Is this your idea of a joke?!" he snarled, "Some sort of karmic backlash?! Is a dimensional death threat worth anything these days?!" He threw his arms open, challenging whatever entity had angered him.
He stood there a few moments, in the middle of the clearing, as if waiting for a response. But there was nothing: just the sound of crickets and small creatures moving in the underbrush. Tonight, the forest was empty.
"Urgh…" he groaned quietly. He rested one of those blasted hands over his eyes. "A human, of all things… A pathetic sack of emotions and meat…"
His grimace hardened, and he exploded again, unable to contain himself.
"You could've at least let me keep my powers, asshole!"
His fist swung forward into the bark of the nearest tree. There was a sickening crunch.
"Ow, fuck!"
The figure jumped back, holding his hurting fingers, staring at them as if he had never felt something like this before: tears welled up in his eyes again, from pain and frustration and fear. He tried to move the fingers a bit and winced.
Through the pain, he couldn't help but smile faintly. "Heh, heh… Listen to me, ranting to a Providence who couldn't hear me if it wanted to…" He shook his head, laughing at himself, at his patheticness, at his ridiculousness. He was a pawn now. One of them.
He glanced up at the tree he'd assaulted: a gorgeous pine, completely unfazed by the punch it had suffered. As his eyes trailed up the tree, he saw a shooting star just graze its top, far out of his reach. He stared at it thoughtfully.
"... Those kids…"
Despite the hatred in the quiet whisper, a true grin broke open on his face— his first ever in this life. Maybe the kids were unfazed and out of reach now— but they wouldn't always be that way.
"Don't worry, Pine Tree," he murmured darkly. His gaze dropped back to his injured hand, seeing it in a new light. It was a weak hand, yes, but it was his hand now: one with which he could mold and create and destroy— especially destroy. A physical form. "Just you wait, I'll get my revenge."
"Even if have to tear this whole universe to shreds."
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Author's Notes- PLEASE READ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
*TRIGGER WARNING for depression and suicidal ideation (later chapters)
*Credit to life-writer on Tumblr for Dipper's tattoo idea
*Credit to the Mystery Kids Project for the Crossover-AU concept/premise (even though this and that are nothing alike anymore)
*Ship warning— like, a lot of shipping. Too many to count. (But no Pinecest. Geez, what is wrong with you people.)