Chapter 3: Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons! With Huntsmen!
The Mystery Shack was closed for repairs something all involved with the chaos that had unfolded in the last few days were grateful for. After all the drama, second guesses, emotional exposition drops and split second decisions, everyone deserved some time to relax.
We currently find the twins and Stan in the lobby, Stan reading the paper, Dipper re-reading an entry in Journal #3 and Mabel is staring at the ceiling with a proud, cheese-covered smile on her face.
"I just ate a whole bag of cheese doodles without using my hands." Mabel declared. "Lazy Tuesday, you are delivering in a BIG way"
Stan smiled at his grandniece, agreeing with her.
"It's nice to have a day where absolutely nothing happens..."
Then as if to mock Stan's retort, a crash came the basement. All eyes turned to the vending machine, which soon moved to reveal Ford with an octupis like creature on his arm. Naturally, the Pines panicked.
"Everyone get down!" Ford shouted as he slammed a gloved fist on to the creature. 'Don't let it touch human flesh!"
The creature darted away towards the door, crossing the paths of the Pines.
"What is that?" Dipper asked
"Can we keep it?" Mabel followed.
"Kill it! Kill it!" Stan demanded, hitting the creature with his paper as his brother leapt onto the counter, cutting off its escape and forcing it to flee into a corner.
"Patience...patience..." Ford told himself as he got closer to his prey, its back literally against a wall. "Wait for it...:
The creature snarled at him
"GOTCHA!"
He brought his gloves onto the creature, administering a shock that fried it. With pride and elation, Ford held the seemingly dead creature up.
"Now get it out of here!" Stan demanded yet again. "Smells like if death could barf!"
"Great uncle Ford!" Dipper raced after the older man. "Need any help with that? I've read all about how to deal with…"
Ford stopped his grandnephew with a risen hand.
"I'm sorry, Dipper, but the dark, weird road I travel, I'm afraid you cannot follow." He then paused dramatically before cheerfully adding: "Well, call me for dinner!"
He then vanished back into the basement, the vending machine door closing behind him, missing the depressed look on his grand-nephew's face.
"Don't take it so hard, Dipper..."
Stan slammed his furled paper onto the boy's head, bringing him back to reality.
"No! Do take it hard!" He ordered his grandnephew. "Take it hard and serious. My brother is a dangerous know-it-all, and the stuff he's messing with is even worse. Do yourself a favor and stay away from him, ya hear me?"
"But Grunkle Stan…" Dipper started as Stan turned around, not listening to what he had to say.
"When you're done lamenting, do me a favour and take this outside."
The older man handed Dipper a tray that held a sandwich and soda on ice with a bag of chips.
"Oscar's been working on the repairs all dang day, poor kid must be starving."
"Soos has been helping him, where's his lunch?"
"You know that Soos packs a lunch." Stan reminded Dipper. "Now get that tray out to your cousin on the double! I was reading a great story in the paper and for once I care about something other than making money!"
GF-RWBY
Oscar hummed along to the music from the player he'd gotten from Mabel. He didn't remember the song title, but it had a nice beat to it that kept him at the task at hand; repairing his uncle's home.
Be it his wanting to help out his family or wanting to reclaim a bit of the joy/ routine he'd felt when working on Aunt Dorothy's farm, Oscar was truly enjoying himself right now. All those meeting Glynda set up with him, Winter and the other members of 'the Oz group' started to get to you after a while.
It was nice to have a little help in Soos, though.
"At the rate we're going dood, the shack I'll be back in business day after tomorrow." The large man mused with a smile.
"Glad to be of help." Oscar smiled as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Man, I missed this, but I am seriously out of shape...been sitting behind that desk too much."
"What desk?"
"New Beacon." Oscar sighed. "I'm the official Headmaster of the Academy most of the next generation of Huntsmen. Something i picked up from my predecessor, altough his assistant Glynda deserves it far more than I do; she pratcically runs eerything already."
Soos' eyes widened and gleamed in fan-boy delight.
"You're telling me you run a school for heroes?" He asked
"Kind of." Oscar mused, finding the whole thing (like WAY too much of his life) far too complicated to say in a single sentence, before he realized something: "Hey Soos, you and I didn't talk all that much that day...how about i give you a run-down of Remnant and you tell me everything fun to do around town?"
"Deal, dood!"
And so for the morning, Soos had given Oscar a rough history lesson on Gravity Falls and the United States of America while Oscar had told the large repairman about the Grimm, Dust and Faunus, the latter of which Soos, much like Mabel, was very interested in.
"You mean to tell me there is an island of these Faunus…and people hate it?"
"Apparently."
"….Dood, what is wrong with your world? I know a ton of people here who'd kill to see that."
"I'm working on figuring that out." Oscar mused. "As you say here; 'Rome wasn't built in a day.' Neither are prejudices brought down."
"Hey guys."
The two turned to see Dipper stepping outside, a plate of food in his hand.
"This is for you, cous." The boy smiled. "Compliments of Grunkle Stan."
Oscar's stomach began to rumble, and he shot Soos a smile.
"Lunch?"
"Lunch." Soos replied as he grabbed his ownlunch and made his way to his usual eating spot; which had miraculously remained intact when the portal had activated. Oscar shut off the player and, deciding to show off a bit (what was the point of having the skill of the wizard if you couldn't make your cousin think you were cool?), leapt off the roof and spun through the air before landing on his feet and taking the plate.
"Thanks..." Oscar started before seeing the depressed look on Dipper's face. "Hey, everything okay? What's up Dip?"
"I've been trying to talk with Grunkle Ford..."
Ah, that explained it.
"Don't sweat it." Oscar said. "Workaholic."
Oscar stopped, not wanting to tell Dipper this, but knowing he needed to hear
"Dip…." He chose his words carefully, bringing the booy to sit next to him and offering him some of the chips. "Ford is a good man and does what is best for the majority."
Dipper's eyes began to widen in adoration of his other grand-uncle.
'Oh geez, Ruby, Yang or Jaune would be so much better for this….' The young man mused.
"But…" Oscar continued. "That majority rarely includes family. There are exceptions, but very rare."
Dipper seemed to grow more depressed, but this was replaced by confusion when he felt Oscar bring him into a hug.
"Don't worry about it too much." the older Pines boy explained. "You've read his journals right? There's not a heck left of him in that regard. If you're interested..."
He pulled out his scroll and opened up a web-page
"Give this a read; everything he ever invented, patented or thought up while on Remnant."
The two read a few articles about the mechs Ford had designed, ordered a book on the world of Remnant he had written (before realizing that there was no way for them to get it unless the mailing service crossed dimensions), and soon, Dipper was smiling
"Thanks for all of this, Oscar."
The tanned young man messed with his cousin's head and shot him a smile of his own.
"No problem at all Dip. Now, before i head back to help Soos and let you hog my scroll for the day...any idea what all that quacking I heard inside was about?"
GF-RWBY
Later that day, after Soos had gone home, Oscar came in for a drink of water to see Dipper once again in a saddened state; with a board game on the floor.
"What you got there?" He asked
"I my favourite fantasy-talking, level-counting, statistics and graph paper-involving game of all time" Dipper announced with pride as he held up the game's box: "Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons! You wanna play it with me? I tried asking Mabel, Ford and Soos but..."
"Not there cup of tea?" Oscar mused giving the game a look over.
'I bet Ruby, Yang and Jaune would like this game…'
He chuckled at the memory of Jaune decimating everyone in games of Remnant...or any board agme to be honest.
"Well…" Oscar said, playfully feigning disinterest. "I guess one round wouldn't hurt…How do we play?"
He smiled at his cousin's glee as he began reading the rule book.
"First, you roll a 38-sided die to determine the level of each player's statistical analysis poweroid. These orbs relate directly to the amount of quadrants that your team has dominion over, which is inverse to the anti-quadrants in your quadrant satchel. Then we make a graph..."
And Oscar began to fell dread...
Outside, 35 minutes later
"I'm sorry, I can't!" Oscar wailed, bowing over and over in a groveling apology. "I tried! I really did!"
Dipper understood. Oscar had lasted long enough to at least start a quest, but had opted out once it became clear that for all his honestly great ideas, the couldn't be created at the current ranks of the characters
"Maybe I should go back to obsessing over Wendy"
"I don't know who this Wendy is, but she sounds cool." Oscar mused.
"She is." Dipper admitted with a blush on his face. He then gave his cousin an abridged version of everything and the sole employee of the Shack aside from Soos had been throughout the summer, ending with the slightly awkward aftermath of the Shape-shifter events.
"Looks like we're in the same boat, cous." Oscar mused, stealing back his scroll to show the picture he had shared with the twins his first night, pointing to the silver-eyed love of his life.
"She is the youngest inductee in Beacon's history at 15, a prodigy in combat, brought down criminal empire mostly by accident and helped destroy another, she's the greatest Scythe-master in the world, was born with powers that made her a force to reckon with even without everything else...and she fell for me, of all people."
This took Dipper by surprise, so Oscar elaborated:
"I spent most of my life picking crops and cleaning up after animals. Fact, if not for certain events a year or two ago, i doubt we'd have ever met. And to answer your question; Ford and I didn't meet didn;t meet shortly before Ruby and I..realized we liked each other. Not sure on why that happened, but pretty sure it's cause Ford has a lot of enemies..."
Two in particular came to the former farm-hand; Watts and Merlot.
"So, what you're saying is...?" Dipper started. "We're kind of lucky and unlucky in terms of love?"
"Well..."
Just then, his scroll beeped, and he opened up the messenger at least partially to get away from this slightly awkward conversation.
Hi, sweetie!
So happy to hear from you; I miss you so much…everybody else does too, even Whitley. Weiss says you're the only one who gets him, whatever that means. And Yang keeps teasing me about us! How is your dad's world? Is everything okay? I'm sorry to hear about your sleeping troubles. No word on Watts, sorry. It's the weekend now, so respond when you can.
I really do miss you and pray to both brothers you and Ford come back safe. I know things between you and him are 'iffy' but…
I better get going, Yang and Blake just came back from their mission and want to catch up. But call or respond whenever you can; it's the weekend, so I'm free whenever.
Love,
Roseberry (aka Ruby)
Oscar smiled sweetly as he read the letter, only to realize that Dipper was chasing after the 38-sided die as it tumbled underneath the Shack, getting close to the window were Ford's lab was. As he reached to grab the die, the ground underneath him gave way.
Oscar's eyes widened in shock and fear filled him.
"DIPPER, LOOK OUT!"
Oscar leapt forwards and manages to grab Dipper before he began to fall, wrapping the 12-year old in his arms as he hit the ground.
"Oscar!" Dipper rushed to his feet to examine his cousin, worry on his face. "Are you...?"
"No worries, Dip." Oscar smiled as he jumped to his feet. "It'll take more than a fall to take me down. You okay?"
Dipper nodded, grateful and realizing something:
"You saved me..."
"You're family." Oscar said simply, gently smiling at the boy. "Nothing is more important to me than that, especially here. Now, let's find that die and get out of here before Ford finds us."
It didn't take too long for them to find their target, which had fallen dangerously close to another of the creatures Ford had fought earlier that day. Dipper reached down to grab it...
"DIPPER! OSCAR!"
Too late.
"What did I say about coming down here? My work is far too dangerous for a single living soul to spend even one second in…Wait!" He tehn paused briefly as he spied what his great-nephew was holing. "Is that a….38-sided die from Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons?!"
...
'Okay, should've seen this coming...'' Oscar mused as Dipper confirmed Ford's thoughts and they began to recite the game's creed:
"With pen and paper, shield and sword...Our quest shall be our sweet reward!"
As they shared a laugh, Oscar smiled, happy his cousin was finally spending time with his hero.
"This is my favourite game in the whole multiverse! I can't believe they still make it!
They do!" Dipper beamed. "And I've been looking all day for someone to play it with me! Oscar started a quest with me, but he has to go back to helping Soos."
"My boy, do you know what this means?" Ford asked as she took the box away and began skimming through it. "We must stop everything I've been working on at once... and PLAY"
A huge, beaming smile crossed Dipper's face, just as the Octoplod latched itself onto Ford's face. He quickly pried it off, revealing his face reddened and swelling in certain areas.
"That's….going to leave a mark." The older man said with a smile
"I'll get the first aid." Oscar sighed, going to where the portal was . He found what he was looking for on the farthest wall and made his way over...
And then it occurred to the tanned skin boy:
His father was now preoccupied.
A very evil smile (AN: Think the animated Grinch) appeared on Oscar's face.
"…Perfect."
RWBY GF
Happy to see Ford and Dipper getting along, Oscar went back upstairs to finally grab that drink before he would begin setting his plan in motion. He then spied several two litre bottles of pop and enough chips and popcorn to fill a movie theatre.
"Um...Is there a party or something?" he asked.
"Not today champ." Stan smiled. "But tomorrow.."
Okay. We've got everything we need to watch the season finale of Duck-tective tomorrow." Mabel annpunced as she held up a box full of food with a ramp amde from a half cut toliet-paper roll. "I even made mouth-ramps so we can pour food into our mouths without taking our eyes off the screen!"
To prove her point she poured some food into her mouth and chewed some before finding one in his face.
"You want one, Oscar?"
Her cousin smiled as he took the gift.
'Oh, she and Ruby are going to get along swimmingly.'
Stan, smiling at the scene, was stapling a turkey head to a beaver's body.
"And I recreated the main character out of some spare taxidermy parts!" He then began to move it. "Quack quack. I'm the duck detective! Who stole my breadloaf?
Mabel burst into laughter at the sight, with Oscar weakly chuckling
'Not sure how to feel about that...Mental note; if plan is successful, get rid of that thing before they arrive.'
"That is so messed up! Dipper would LOVE that!" Mabel beamed.
"Heh, yeah. Where is the little squirt anyway?" Stan asked, looking around. "I haven't seen him all afternoon."
"Oh, he's down in the basement playing DD&MD with Ford." Oscar mused as he sat down. "Probably won't hear from them until after dinner."
This took Stan and Mabel by surprise, before the older man chuckled
"Course that dumb game would bring them together." He then realized Oscar was there. "Not your scene?"
"Apparently, I'm not experienced enough to do what I wanted in the game." Oscar explained before remembering the reason for all this. "Hey can I ask you a question...what exactly is Duck-tective? Dipper just gave me a brief description..."
"There's an episode on right now!" Mabel said, pulling her cousin down to join her as she handed him a refilled mouth ramp. Stan took up his couch and joined in.
Needless to say, even if Mabel had to explain some things, Oscar was hooked.
GF-RWBY
That night, while everyone else slept, Oscar and Stan snuck into the room the portal was in, being extra careful not to wake the genius who was living in the basement. To be on the safe side, Stan had managed to slip on some noise-cancelling headphone over Ford's ears.
They then saw what Ford had been doing; dismantling the portal. Luckily, so far it was superfical and easy enough for the two to fix, save for one important aspect:
Power.
Stan took out the crystals Oscar had shown him the first night; a myriad of colours and each with a different type of energy; lightning, fire, water, wind...and many more.
"So, how we doing this again?" Stan asked.
In the masses of memories he'd inherited from the Wizard, Oscar vaguely recalled that once, there had been a ritual like this that involved Dust being used in a similar manner. His hope was to find a Dust crystal to correspond with each symbol on the portal, then use their energy to turn it on.
And now he was saddened at the memory of his mentor not being around.
"Leave it to me for now, Uncle." Oscar requested, taking one Dust crystal and approaching the portal. He then closed his eyes and meditated brefily as he waved the crsytal in front before felling a connection and inserting it inside.
This is were Stan came in; you had to position the Dust so that when he was activated, it wouldn't melt any cords or interfere with other functions. While Stan was no genius, he had repaired the portal enough to know how to do that.
"That's how?" Stan asked, grateful to be helping but disappointed in how they were going about this.
"For now, at least." Oscar said.
"Eh, i can handle that." He then produced a Portable DVD player an the First Season of Duck-tective. "Care to watch?"
Soon, uncle and nephew had a system; sort out where to put one Dust Crystal, one episode of Duck-tective.
It was a long night, but one the two were happy for.
GF-RWBY
The next day, Grenda came over to watch Duck-tective with Mabel. Both girls wore a dectective's hat and Stan was dressed in his best, ready to join them in what they hoped would be an epic reveal in light of the protagonist being shot.
"Can I get in on this?"
Oscar, descending from the stairs, was now dressed in a shaded glass spectacles and a small, purple, cross-shaped pin on the cowl around his neck. He was wearing an unzipped black suit over a buttoned vest and green shirt with black trouser shoes and long, dark-green pants.
"Course, champ!" Stan smiled. "Looking might sharp there."
"Well, I can't let you hog all the style, can i?" Oscar teased back.
"Hubba, hubba!" Grenda happily eyed the young man. "Mabel, who is THIS?"
"Oscar Pine, my dear lady." Oscar announced, giving an 'elegant' and gentlemanly bow. "Son of Stanford Pines and cousin to Dipper and Mabel. And as falttered as i am by your words, i am happily in a relationship. And don't worry Mabel, I binge-watched the entire series last night, so no need to explain anything."
The four then rushed to the TV room, only to be greeted by the sight of Ford and Dipper playing their game and the room filled with:
"AH! GRAPH PAPER!" Grenda screamed in fear before stepping on the object of her hate. "KILL IT! KILL IT!"
Evidently, the two gamers had run out of room in the basement and were going for a world record.
"Oh, why, why with this?" Stan asked. "You wanna break a record, Ford? You already got it with world's nerdiest old man."
"Hey! At least I am not all keyed up to watch a kids' show!"
"I'll have you know that Duck-tective has a big mystery element and a lot of humor that goes over kids' heads!"
"I don't get a lot of it, but I like animals in human situations." Grenda noted with a smile
'Again, not sure how to respond to that.' Oscar mused.
"It actually is pretty good." Oscar added, making Ford and Dipper turn to him. "I binge watched the whole series last night. You two are missing out"
"Grunkle Stan, it starts in a few minutes!" Mabel whined
Stan moved to take the paper off the TV, only for Ford to grab his hand.
"Move that and pay the price…" Oscar's father growled.
"Oh, what?" Stan asked sarcastically. "Fifty magical dwarf dollars?"
"DON'T MOCK OUR FANTASTICAL MONETARY SYSTEM!" Ford roared.
"I'll mock all I want, it's my TV room!" Stan reminded his brother.
"IT'S MY HOUSE, YOU...!" Ford started before he let out a sigh and composed himself. "Listen, Stanley, did it ever occur to you to if you joined us you might actually have fun?"
Stan did not like that suggestion, judging by the angry look that crossed his face and his words as he grabbed Ford's bag.
"What?! Now you listen to me! As long as I live I will never..."
"Grunkle Stan, wait!" Dipper begged.
'Something tells me uncle should listen…' Oscar mused.
"Ever...!"
"Stanley!" Ford begged
"UNCLE STAN, STOP!" Oscar begged when he saw just how serious Ford was.
"Play your smartypants nerd game!" Stan roared as he threw the bag to the floor, and the infinity sided dice rolls out)
'That can't be good….'
From the light that burst from the dice appeared the characters from the games' box: an orge, a griffin (which Oscar noted looked harmless compared to the ones he was used to), a very attractive looking male elf and an elderly looking man with blue skin.
'Yeah….not good.'
"Mortals of dimension 46'\, kneel before me and…." The math wizard paused, as if unsure what to do. He then produced and rolled a die, smirking at whatever it was he got. "…SNIVEL! I am Probabilitor! The greatest wizard in all of mathology! Give or take an error of 0.4. "
"Eh, is this normal?" Stan asked no one in particular.
"Have you come to send us on the quest of a lifetime because we're the smartest players you've ever met?" Dipper asked hopefully.
"You are the smartest players I've ever met!" the maddened wizard noted. "That's why I'm going to eat your brains to gain your intelligence! It's what I do."
"It's his thing." The Ogre shrugged.
"Seize them!" Probabilitor ordered.
Oscar reached for his cane and stood in front of his cousins and their friend just as Ford took out a gun, giving it a dramatic twirl.
"Your math is no match for my gun, you idiot!"
But before he could fire, Probabilitor's hands glowed and he shouted:
"Math ray!"
The beam shot a hole through the wall, distracting everyone long enough for the monsters to make their move.
"I'm not here to play games!" Probabilitor explained as his Griffin grabbed Ford and Dipper and flew out, followed by the other characters. "Now to the forest, for the ultimate game!"
They then vanished into the woods, leaving all shocked and confused.
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...
"So…" Grenda noted. "The room's free now…Who wants to watch Duck-tective?"
….
"Nobody?"
….
"FULL COUCH FOR GRENDA!"
"Half couch!" Oscar demanded, already comfy in his spot as he flipped on the TV and took a feeder.
You guys!" Mabel reminded them in fear. "That crazy wizard is going to eat our brothers' and or dad's brains! We have to stop him!"
"Eh, maybe let 'em get a couple bites in Ford's brain first." Stan mused, glancing down at his watch as Oscar tried to find the channel. "Even things out smartness-wise and all."
"Might actually do him some good." Oscar mused
"Grunkle Stan! Oscar!" Mabel admonished the two.
"Alright, alright." Stan sighed. "I guess if we have no other choice, we'll go on a... epic wizard quest."
Mabel and Grenda cheered, leaving the older man to sigh.
"I know your pain, unc." Oscar assured Stan, patting him on the shoulder as he recalled how he'd up and left his aunt when Oz appeared in his head.
"Does it get as bad as in the movies?" The older man asked.
"...define 'bad' and which movie..." Oscar mused.
Stan sighed and did something else:
"Everyone grab a weapon."
Stan found a bat in one of the couch cushions, Mabel took a rake, and Grenda lifted up a chair while Oscar pressed a button, extending his cane to its full length. And with that, they were ready.
"We're coming for you, Dipper!" Mabel promised loudly. "And Great uncle Ford! And possibly that hot elf, if he's got anything to do with this!"
Just as they were about to leave, Oscar's scroll started blaring. The younger man scanned through
"Something in the basement lab got out." He explained hurriedly. "You go save Dipper, I'll handle it."
"And Grunkle Ford too, right?" Mabel asked. "We'll save Dipper and Ford, you mean."
"Huh?" Oscar asked before realizing what was being asked. "Oh right! Yeah, sure, him too. Whatevs."
…
….
"When we get back, you're explaining your daddy issues." Stan declared as he and the two pre-teens raced off into the forest.
'If everything goes according to plan, you'll be too shocked to remember to ask.' Oscar mused as he headed down to the lab.
Just as his finished inputting the vending machine's code, he realized that he was sounding a little too much like….any member of HER group.
'I REALLY need a vacation.'
GF-RWBY
As the rescuers faced off against Probabiltor in every fantasy gamer's greatest dream or nightmare, Oscar raced down to the portal, which was starting to come alive even before he willed his Aura out of his body to awaken the crystals.
The portal began to shake and rock, screw began to loosen...
Oscar hurriedly slammed the bolts back into place before making his way to the control pannel.
"Come on, come on!" He begged, pushing the buttons he was fairly sure matched the ones in the diagram he'd found in the journal and flipping the appropriate levers. "Work, work! Work, you stupid machine!"
He heard something click and a blue light filled the room.
"Yes…yes!" He begged, typing something in. "Come on, come on!"
The portal began to cackle to life, the blue spiralling energy suddenly manifesting.
"YES!" Oscar beamed, checking the time on his scroll and suddenly being filled with worry. "I hope they got there in ti..."
"Uh, dood?" Someone asked. "What are you doing?"
Oscar turned to see Soos standing behind him.
"I can explain!" Oscar begged. "This is controlled! No one else will ever know!"
Soos simply stared at Oscar, and then the portal.
"Are you trying to bring in reinforcements?"
Oscar would've denied if Soos had guessed anything else. Hearing what had been asked, he weakly nodded.
"Then go ahead, dood." Soos saluted. "Crazy things happen in this town, be nice to have someone who knows what they're doing."
"…You're just going to believe me?" Oscar asked.
"Yeah." Soos replied. "You're a hero back where you're from, right?"
"….Why can't he be like you?" Oscar sighed as he flipped a switch.
A loud zap ended the conversation, sending the two flying backwards before Oscar slammed his cane down. Instantly, a barrier appeared in front and around him and Soos before the whole room went white.
With that, the portal deactivated, but not before something, or in this case, someone made it through,
Unlike with the Math Ray, Oscar managed to stay on his legs and upon opening his eyes, saw that he and Soos were unharmed, as was the room. He had little time to celebrate this achievement however; the reason he had risked so much on restarting this portal suddenly emerged from the blue spiral; six young women and two young men who he trusted with his life.
And one of whom he thought of spending his life with.
The newcomers had glanced around the room, confusion and intrigue on their faces.
The silence was broken by a pair of elated voices.
"OSCAR!"
"RUBY!"
The two dashed towards each other and embraced, Oscar swinging Ruby in the air mid-embrace.
"It's so good to see you! Did you miss me?" Ruby asked knowingly.
"Every minute." Oscar replied with a smile. "All 3600 of them."
"Monty, you're so corny…" Ruby giggled
"Last time I checked, you liked that..."
The young lovers kissed before Oscar nuzzled his face into a giggling Ruby's neck. Soos and Yang found themselves 'awing' at the scene
"How unprofessional." Weiss sighed
"You're just jealous Neptune isn't here." Blake smirked knowingly.
"Oh? And you're fine with that?" Weiss noted. "I couldn't help but notice you haven't been complaining about a certain monkey and or chameleon…."
Blake blushed and went silent before turning to Yang, who still seemed incredibly happy at the sight of her sister kissing Oscar
"You're just going to leave them like that?"
"Eh." Yang shrugged. "It's their first separation. I give them a minute or two to get it out of their…"
Sadly for the proud big sister, the couple wouldn't even get that, as a blur of orange, pink and white came in between them and sent Ruby to the floor.
"COME HERE MY PRECIOUS FRECKLED FARMBOY! GIVE YOUR MOTHER A BIG OLD HUG!"
Nora took Oscar into her arms and hugged him with all her might, her 'son's' bones starting to break and his face turning blue. Ren simply watched with a smile on his face, shooting Oscar a sympathetic yet proud look.
It was indeed a….unique relationship; Nora had, after realizing he wasn't a threat (Oscar still saw her angry face in his nightmares every now and then), asked Oscar if he had any parents. When Oscar had answered her in the no, she had declared to Ren that he was now their son.
Oscar didn't really mind…but someone else did.
"Nora!" Ruby pouted before turning to the 'ninja' of her friends. "Ren, do something!"
Ren simply smiled and let things happen and Jaune shot Oscar an apologetic look.
Neopolitan, the official new 4th member of Team JNNR, simply waved a happy smile before taking out a sign that read:
'Got anything to eat?'
She then produced another that read
'We barely made it to the site in time, no time to grab food.'
What should've been a happy reunion was interrupted with an enraged:
"OSCAR BAUM DENSLOW PINES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
They all turned to see a not all amused Ford and confused/ blushing Dipper.
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"Oh…um…hi…! Mr. Pines…" Ruby waved weakly.
….
She then kissed Oscar on the cheek.
Read and review, would ye kindly?
Yes, I skipped the 'DD&MD: Real Life Edition' bit, and i apologize for anyone who was looking forward to that. However, this chapter was long enough as is, and its called 'fanfiction' not 'fan trascription of canon events.'
Next chapter, which will be up immediately, is a flashback to the Battle of Haven, where things turn out VERY differently than in canon. After that, a few breather chapters as the Huntsmen adjust to Gravity Falls. Suggestions are welcomed.
Props and virtual cookies to anyone who can see where Oscar's middle names come from.
Stay safe and warm