Summary: Haunting the new tenants shouldn't have been so much fun.
Pairing: None
October 1 prompt: Ghost
Shenanigans and Shock
Dipper giggled as he floated above the two new residents as they unpacked in the living room, invisible to any mortal eye. Both tenants were blond but had starkly different body shapes. The fair skinned young man was plump with a gravity defying pompadour while the other young man with a brown complexion was slender and seemed to glide about the room. The ghostly teen lowered to the floor and grinned.
Time for some mischief.
Wandering over to an unopened box, Dipper tugged at the tape and slowly unpeeled the sticky surface from the cardboard. The blonds jolted and turned to locate the source of the sound.
The thin man frowned. "Gideon, I know you like to use your amulet to do things but really? Did you already forget our deal?"
The pompadour man, Gideon, huffed. "That was not me, Bill!"
The two blonds paused as Dipper opened the box and rummaged through some of the items. He couldn't resist a laugh when he pulled out a stuffed doll of Gideon.
"Did you hear that?" Bill plopped the container he carried to the floor and approached the area Dipper lurked. Bill's eyes widened. "Do you see this?"
Dipper held the toy in the air and wiggled the doll, giggling. It'd been so long since he had company! Finally, he could hang out with someone!
"Great." Gideon groaned as he spotted the dancing toy hovering in the air. "Try to leave magic behind us and we move into a house that's haunted."
Dipper frowned, upbeat mood souring. "You know," he began, voice echoing. "I lived here before you guys moved in."
"Juuuuust great." Bill grumped. "This place isn't just haunted, it's cursed."
"Hey!" Dipper materialized into sight. "Just because I can't leave doesn't mean–" he halted. "Wait, you guys have magic."
"Maybe." The lithe young man crossed his arms, giving the teen the stink eye. "What's it to you?"
Dipper bounced in place, excitement coursing through his transparent form. "You two could break the curse! A magician trapped me here, but you could free me!"
Gideon and Bill exchanged stares then nodded.
"We'll help," Gideon agreed. "And after that you gotta leave."
"Alright!" Dipper chirped.
Several candles and chalk inscribed on the garage floor later, the three males were ready. Dipper floated into the middle of the drawn circle while Gideon held a piece of paper.
Bill raised a brow. "A cure to break hexes found on the internet. Yeah, that'll definitely work."
"Hush, you." Gideon scolded. "I've used plenty of magic recipes found off the web and most of them worked."
"Only most?" Bill scoffed.
Dipper cleared his throat and the blonds shot him a glance before quieting and turning their focus onto the paper in Gideon's hands. The blonds breathed in sync before they began the chant.
"Of chains so awful and worse, release this ghost from this curse."
Light shimmered from the chalked lines, flowing into the air and encasing Dipper. When the light faded, Dipper stood amidst the circle, eyes wide as he stared at his solid and trembling hands.
"You did it…" he breathed and met their stares. "You broke the curse."
~oOo~
Notes:
Drawlloween has begun!