Quite a lot of these stem from AUs, now I think about it. This one is a fusion with Gravity Falls, where the Fentons lived there during the Eighties, and were an integral factor in the Big Thing That Went Down then. Since Danny disappeared around the same time, his parents assumed it was their fault and renounced letting their passion for the supernatural take precedence over their kids. They took Jazz and left town, and it was 2012 by the time two twins and their curiosity meant Danny would see sunlight again.
Yes, Mabel is excited about hot 80s boy in a can. And yes, Reverse World is the Revpines universe.
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It was dark, in the thermos.
It was either that, or he didn't have eyes anymore, and that was something he definitely didn't want to think about. Of course, given he'd been in here long enough for boredom to set in multiple times over, it had been something he'd thought about. Along with how he didn't feel like he had limbs, and couldn't speak, and moving was ugh… no. Moving was distinctly unpleasant, feeling himself shift over himself and be repelled by cold metal.
The memory of the backlash when he'd tried to form an ectoblast was an unpleasant one.
No matter how he tried to distract himself, and he'd probably have gone insane long ago if sleep wasn't an option, his mind keep returning to two points like a tongue to a rotten tooth.
One, how small the thermos was on the outside. He hoped it was bigger on the inside, that his parents had been messing around with extradimensionality when they made it. It wouldn't have been the first time; their house never had been entirely the same after that brief jaunt to Reverse World.
Because two, what would happen if it was that size and he involuntarily transformed back to human form? He'd had several nightmares involving that. Waking up to be in exactly the same position as before hadn't helped in reassuring himself that's just what they were, especially when they'd gotten recursive.
Memories were better. Staying up late to watch a meteor shower on the roof of the ops center. Sam dragging him and Tucker down to the lake at far too early in the morning to protest chemical dumping there; as a Northwest, she had some pull. The entire weekend he and Tucker spent at the arcade at a vow to get their names in the high score section of every game there, their honor as gamers at stake. They had almost managed it.
…sneaking down to the basement of the strange outpost out in the woods that his parents kept disappearing off to with their friends, throwing around words like 'unprecedented' and 'top secret' and since they were not the best at keeping quiet about things they were enthusiastic about, it had been easy to find.
That was a strong memory. Even leaving aside everything else, it was ultimately why he was in here.
He had no idea if he'd been here weeks or months or days. Not even a heartbeat to keep time by. He was sure, though, that his friends were looking for him. They'd know if he disappeared suddenly that something like this could have happened. It was just a matter of waiting for them to find him.
He'd be let out soon.
Right?