Ummmmm there's blood? A heads up. Also I don't own Gravity Falls. I don't even know, this was just an exercise. oof. That's all.
"Dipstick?" God, the noise was so loud.
"Dippin' Dots?" It was like static. Crumbling and erratic and oh-so prominent.
"Bro-Bro?" Yet a voice could be clearly heard. It was louder than the static, but twinged not unlike it. It sounded so... fake.
"Dipper?" Yellow and black. Unmistakable. He was in too deep now.
"Pine Tree."
Now that sounded more like it.
"Grunkle Ford, I think Bill Cipher's possessing Dipper again."
A flask smashed to the floor. Again?
She said it so nonchalantly. Oh, my brother is being tortured as we speak! This isn't a matter of absolute urgency!
He sprinted up the stairs. The bedroom - no, the house - was empty.
The grass on the forest floor flattened underneath his boots. When was the last time he ran this fast?
Blood. Dipper couldn't remember how it got there, but from his experience no blood came from a good place.
Pine Trees surrounded the clearing. How ironically fitting.
Was it the forks again? He hoped not.
Before he could form another coherent thought, the static and the voice shoved him out of his own head.
His gun was at his side before his thoughts were. They were so jumbled.
Cipher. Too many Fingers. Pine Trees. A lone Shooting Star.
The blood was everywhere, Mabel could see. It was as if someone had been stabbed so violently that they had exploded, like a pinata.
Comparing a body to a pinata was not preferable at this time, but she tried to keep herself sane.
"Dipper!" Mabel.
"Yes?" oh.
The voice was feeble, barely there. But it existed nonetheless and Ford would take it.
Blood caked his shirt. His vest had been abandoned a while ago. The hat lay on a rock, perplexingly clean, a way off.
That was when he collapsed.
The voice and the noise and the colours were gone, but it felt like something more... physical was missing.
The blood seemed to be a good contender. So did the vest. But he really knew what was missing.
The hat. The emblem.
"Mason?"
He sat bolt upright, the static fizzling to nothing in his head, tear tracks staining his cheeks.
Ok but I don't know what I was trying to do with this either.
Hope you enjoyed, lol
- Olly