Human part four: Break

Info about this chapter so you're not completely lost: This is from Mason Pines's perspective. I'm not telling when, or where, but he's been in this situation for over a year. It's not going too good. Enjoy!

Now this, ladies and gentlemen, is is total hell. The Dipper Pines edition. I think I'm finally starting to lose consciousness due to heat exhaustion. My muscles feel like they're about to fall apart. I can't breathe, everything hurts, my suit has a tear, and the extremely gaseous environment is eating away at my skin. Why did they deploy us to the Poison Air planet?! But if the battle is waged here… That means we have to suffer here. As I reload my gun, there's a shuffle, maybe something hiding in the leaves ahead, and I don't even think before I shoot. I retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have shot blindly, but… Amazingly, I must have hit whatever was there, because I hear a groan and a thump. Against my better judgement, I creep through the leaves to see what I hit, because you never know what kind of expensive weapons Yajukino's have on them.

But I didn't hit the enemy. No, the thing (I think it's a Melirian) lying on the ground is wearing my uniform.

And I just put a laser beam through its skull.

Shit.

I feel really bad at first, but my grieving doesn't last too long. The soldier isn't in my block, and since we're all being enslaved and tortured, and I know I wish I was dead, the guilt fades. I can afford to feel bad later. Before I know what I'm doing, my bony hands are rifling through the dead Melirian's pockets, searching for anything, anything, useful. Just as I think I've gone through every pocket I pull out THREE credits and a whole roll of bandage paper! I can protect the tear in my suit now, and that's three credits closer to being able to buy my way out of this Hell's army! Granted, I still only have five of the eighteen creds that Upis needs to get me on one of those transports… but for the first time in weeks, genuine hope springs up in me.

The Soznean Army is the worst place for a weak little human. People don't really stack up to the other creatures of the galaxy.

Ionons don't need food or liquids. They only need Sulfur gas to breathe. Nemorarxilals can regrow every limb in under twenty seconds. And once, I got in a fight with a Lorkidan. Well, it was technically a fight. After one punch the Lorkidan was pronounced victorious, and I was pronounced half dead. Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the ground shaking. There is no scenario where where this could be good, I think to myself.

The leaves part, and it's pretty much what I should have expected. The HUMONGOUS Arpivualk comes lumbering straight at me.

Karma is such a bitch.

This one is grayish green, with a giant torso and a writhing mass of tentacles where feet would be. It MUST be ten feet tall, and it's "face" (more like a hole filled with bloody spikes) lets out a blood freezing howl. It can smell me.

If it's any indication of what this thing can do, it has at least three shish-kebabed bodies trailing behind its terrifyingly strong tentacles.

I stumble back and whimper. I shove my stolen credits into my suit, I can worry about them when I know I'll be alive to use them. I know in a normal situation I could outrun this thing, but I actually don't have enough physical energy for this! Despite that, my body goes into autopilot and starts to run like hell. This is not a time for bravery.

I don't look back as I hear my dead fellow soldier crushed under tentacles. If I stop, I'm next, I repeat to myself over and over, as I sprint as hard as I can through the sharp jungle leaves. The mantra echoes through my head each time my feet hit the ground. My breaths are just gasps now. I'm so fucking tired… Haven't slept in forty three hours… which is six kopens… which is almost two days… I think I actually feel a tear roll down my cheek… Or maybe it's just sweat… How did I get in this hell?! Something falls out of my pocket and don't even wonder what. It doesn't matter.

Something in my head is dangerously close to snapping… And then, something purely animal, just breaks. And I can't stop it. It's Death.

My whole world shakes and everything gives way. It takes a long time for the ground to hit my face. The weeds slash bloody cuts.

I just wish I could see them one last time. Mabel. I love you. I'm so sorry.

Wendy. i can't. oh god.

I hear things exploding, although they may just have been in my head.

But the very last thoughts are: Dipper Pines, dead at sixteen. Damn.

What a fucking life.

Okay then Dip! Ooookaaayy… in other news, I'm not leaving Human by the wayside! Yay! More drama! I like drama. Soooo, that was an interesting chapter. If you think like I do, (which hopefully you don't, I'm nuts) You might be wondering if Dipstick is actually dead. I don't know. That's for you to wonder. For my next chapter, I might put out a poll for what Wendy is going to do when we get back to her. It will be from Wendy's perspective. If you want something to happen in this story that would be a cool thing for Wendy to work her way around, or figure out, or to meet someone, post a review! PM me! Ideas from readers usually improve stories.

Btw, I have a reverse falls fic out now, and im working on other stuff as well. Thank you for for reading and don't die!