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"OK, so I know we are going to go to get information from these guys, but how exactly are we going to to get it. You're not hot on interrogation exactly," says Fred. Dipper and Fred have just left his dorm to go to their first guy for info.
"The papers I printed as a lot of info about these guys."
"So blackmail?" Ask Fred.
"As I said before, I like to call it negotiation."
"And what exactly are you negotiating? Also, how did you get all that information on these guys anyway? You were on the computer for only like 5 minutes." Dipper turns to a door leading outside. He felt the warmth of the sun hitting his face and breathed in the fresh air.
"I'm still figuring out what to do on the negotiation part," he says as he takes off his backpack and holds it in his hand zipping it open and starts to pull out the papers on the guys. "But... This information should just be enough to sway them into telling me stuff. I don't want to print these out again, though, you know in case these guys get antsy and rip them up. So I'm wondering if there is a demon spell that gives me a photographic memory."
Just then Fred appears in front Dipper in his ghostly form that only Dipper could see. "You know just you appear in front of me doesn't make me any less crazy looking when I'm talking to you." Fred chuckles at his comment. "So is there a spell."
Fred breaths out strongly, like he was nervous about something. "There is."
"So... Any chance you can teach it? Wait, wait, let me guess. It has something to do with - "
"Energy manipulation," says Fred.
"Energy manipulation," says Dipper at the exact same time. "Ugh. Energy manipulation is a jerk. Alright, I think I got this then, but I don't know if I really got it down yet. Well, you live and you learn I guess."
"I don't think you really understand the powers that you hold."
Dipper rolls his eyes. "As much as I want to know about great power and possibly a whole spider-man speech about great responsibility, I really don't have time."
"Spider-man?"
Dipper puffs his cheeks do not want to explain the hero. He just looks forward and see's that they are close to their destination. "That's it. It the dorm house of the guys we are living in."
Fred turns his attention to the house and his eyes bulged out of his eye sockets. "Those punks own that whole complex?! They must have risen to great power if brats own that place."
"They don't own it, they live in it, and the whole place isn't even theirs. They sleep in a small area, kind of like my room we were just in."
"Alright. That seems more for their type."
"Can we please stop changing the subject. I need to focus on this memory thing and you need to tell me the side effects so know if I want to even do it or not."
"With this technique, you remember everything,"
"Ummmm, that kind of the point."
"No! I mean everything. Everything little detail til the day you die. Even in you old age you brain will remember everything that has every happened to you. The pain, everything. What will happen if you see something like that? You will never forget."
Dipper doesn't reply. He just continues to walk off while continuing to concentrate more and more energy to his brain. "It's your choice but as a distant relative, I must advise against it. I talk from experience of it. Please don't do it."
"All my life I have had a good memory. Sometimes to good of a memory but I would never call it photographic. My memory is good enough though that I can vividly see memories, even the painful ones that happened five years ago." Dipper pauses, recalling memories that he tries to hid from every day of his life.
" Yes but -"
"I think remembering bad memories for a little bit longer is worth finding any way of taking down this guy. We are almost there so let me just do this."
"Fine boy! But when everything goes to s*** don't come crying to me!" Dipper ignores his comment and he can already start to feel the energy he was controlling.
"I figured that since my brain is remembering it that I'm going to put the energy into my brain." Dipper could feel his energy going to his brain little by little. "Hey, I think it's working. Yeah, I think I can feel - AHHHHHHH!"
People all around Dipper stop what they were doing and looked over to him wondering what's going on. "AHHHHHHHH!" Dipper continues to help and scream, even louder than last time.
"What's the heck is wrong with him?"
"Is he on drugs?"
"What should we do?"
Dipper could hear all their voice. He could hear 100's of voices all at once. "What's happening Fred?" Asks Dipper. He fell on his knees not having the energy to even stand at this point.
"You put too much energy into your brain. At this moment, you're a telepath and you brain is accelerating at a pace no other human has ever been at. You can hear voices and do other mind tricks if you want. Maybe you could just read the minds of the guys you are going to-"
"No! I don't want this."
"Should we get a doctor?"
"I'm scared."
Dipper covered his ears. Everything was so loud. "How do I make it stop!"
"Just pull out some of the energy from you brain. Just leave a little so you can have your photographic memory but I must say you won't be a telepath."
Dipper concentrates and begins to pull some energy from his brain. Soon the pain stops and he can think again. "Alright. I think I'm good now."
"The people starring at you don't think so, though." Dipper looks around and sees a lot of confused, scared faces. He gives them a smile and then runs off towards the dorm house.
"That was so embarrassing."
"Does it matter. Just focus on the mission."
Dipper pulls out the papers of the guys and looks at it. He quickly reads the pages on the guys he's going to see and memorizes it in seconds. "I got the info in my brain now."
"I don't see why we couldn't just teleport to the place."
"Because I don't know the place. I've never been to the dorm room." Dipper gets to the dorm rooms and phases right through the door. "According to the papers, the dorm number is 14D. Top door and last door. I can predict where that would be so..." Dipper snaps his fingers and a portal appears.
Dipper and Fred appear in front of 14D. "Any ideas on how we get in?" asks Dipper.
"We can't just knock. We mean business."
"I can kick down the door." Fred looks at Dipper and he back at Dipper and they both begin to laugh. "HAHAHA! Do I kick down a door? What was I thinking."
"Yeah you and you shrimpy body."
"Well, I wouldn't say shrimpy."
"I would. Anyway, how do you propose we get into this place." Dipper thinks it over soon getting an idea.
"I'm going with the sneaky and quiet style." Dipper walks forward phasing right through the door and entering a dark room. He pinches his nose almost immediately. "It smells like crap in here."
"It's demonic spells and whatever else they are up to," replies Fred. He looks around obviously not impressed by the room. It was small and cluttered and disgusting. "I hope all rooms aren't like this. Let's go. It seems that no one is even here to interrogate or how you want to call it, negotiate."
"Leave!" Exclaims Dipper. "This is perfect." Dipper walks over to a light switch and the room is lighted up to show all of its disgustingness. "This might look like trash to you but to me, I call it evidence. Look around Fred. Maybe you can see something. Can you look around right? Or do you have to constantly be in my mind?"
"I can go wherever I want. You mind does not bind me down," says Fred with his chest puffed up with pride and floats to one side of the room.
Dipper just rolls his eyes and walks in the opposite direction of Fred. First Dipper looks at one of the two desks in the room, opening each drawer with carefulness not knowing what could lie inside. Dipper was surprised with papers bursting into the air from the intense pressure they were confined to being in. Dipper panicked not wanting to leave any sign of his existence in the room.
As he tries to snatch each paper he reads each one memorizing them to the point of his head hurting. Fred could hear his moans and wondered what the problem was. "You OK?"
"Yeah, but all this memorizing is hurting my brain."
"HA! Another side effect. If I was you I would hope for short-term memory," laughs Fred. Dipper does find it the least bit amusing but leaves him thinking.
"In these papers that I recently read it seems as though that these potions can cause different powers and you said that this room reeks of demonic potions. You think maybe I can - "
"Don't even think about it," says Fred sternly. "Trying to synthesize some new type of demonic power should never happen."
"But think how easy it could be."
"Doesn't matter. You shouldn't even have these powers. No one should Dipper."
"Yeah, well I beg to differ."
"Just don't do it." Dipper and Fred stare each other down with neither wanting to back down.
"Alright, alright. I won't do it but it also leads to my other point. I believe that they might be using the potions on themselves."
"That's a possibility. I wish we had samples to analyze," said Fred
"It might still be in here, we just have to find the right place. And demon power on looking through walls?"
"No."
"What? Really? I thought that there's a power for everything."
"If there was demons world be the most powerful things in the universe."
"Aren't they?"
"They have their rivals."
"Well, maybe there's another way to - ah!" Dipper trips as he is walking backward falling next to a small bookshelf covered with a blanket that was just knocked off. "D*** it. That actually hurt." Dipper slowly got up wincing at the pain in his arm when his foot slipped again from aspheric shaped object making him land on his butt again. This time, Dipper got mad but it soon turned to curiosity when he saw the object. It was a golden colored sphere with triangular holes all around it.
Dipper picked it up and observed it. "What is this thing?" On its top portion, Dipper could see a green rectangular button. His finger reached to touch it but was stopped when…
"Don't!" Dipper shock in place hearing Fred's loud scream. He quickly floated over to Dipper with pure horror on his face.
"Wha- what is this thing?"
"It's a interdemensional beakon\teleporter."
"For what? For who?"
"It's for-"
"Hey, Bennie did you leave the door open again?"
"No! I always closed it."
"What! Really? Then I guess we got ourselves some invaders. Show yourselves." Fred looks at Dipper and says-
"Hide!"
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