Seriously, library cards have sharp edges. It's like the library card makers thought "Just in case you don't have enough paper cuts from all those books youre checking out, here's something else it cut yourself on!" They could be used as some dangerous weapons.
Dipper, who it appeared had been hung higher up in his tree, had hit the ground hard. Luckily, however, he'd landed not on his head, like Mabel, but his back.
It still hurt, like, a lot, and had knocked the wind out of him, but he hadn't broken his neck. That was good. Not breaking your neck is usually good.
I know, you're shocked.
Dipper had just begun breathing normally again when he saw Mabel. Her sweater was torn, her hair was a tangled mess from getting caught on branches, and she was holding- were those her emergency sweater-yarn-cutting scissors? Nevertheless, his sister looked awesome. Like a character from Harry Potter right after the Battle of Hogwarts.
"Dipper!" She sheriked vehemently.
"Mabel!" Dipper called, trying to stand and failing. "Everything hurts."
"Lord Dippingsauce! What happened?"
"I fell down. I was hanging upside down from that tree." He pointed.
"I noticed. How did you get down? It looks like you coaxed a group of squirrels to chew through the rope for you."
"What? That's ridiculous. My pockets were fastened, so nothing fell out, and I used my library card to cut through the strings one by one."
"Oh, okay."
-LINE, KEEP DOING YOUR JOB.
The Interdimentional Loops. It was a practically impossible knot to untie if you didn't know how it worked.
Bill Cipher knew how it worked. He'd been taught a long time ago, but it was also so simple when you knew how it worked. He imagined Juniper would know how to untie it-if Juniper was hanging upside down somewhere too. And he supposed that maybe Stanford would know it, though Bill couldn't figure out who would have taught him. Hallia, he could barely remember anyone who could have taught him. So perhaps he didn't know it. Or maybe, during one of his daring escapes, he had achieved the nearly impossible and figured it out.
He was rambling to himself. It was a useful thing to be able to do in the mindscape, where he just had to sit and think for hours on end, but not here. While he was upside down untying a The Interdimentional Loops.
Bill was glad it was a The Interdimentional Loops, because, well, for one, he knew how to untie it, and for two, it ment that his kiddnapper was sloppy. Nobody who knew who he was would have put him in a The Interdimentional Loops. The idea of it was ridiculous.
Also, he had just promised himself that he would be a good- wait, scratch that. Good is a strong word- moderately okay person! Decent Person? Not evil person. Yeah. There it was.
Ahem.
Also, he had just promised himself that he would be a not evil person!
He couldn't be not evil in the middle of the forest! He-oh, wait, he could be not evil in the middle of the forest.
He decided he would do that as he fell to the ground. He had grabbed a branch right before he fell, and landed on his feet.
He broke his ankle. He nearly screamed before he bit his tongue and forced himself to take deep breaths.
Stupid fragile human body. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.
So he sat there, unable to walk, and decided that pain, physical pain at least, was not hilarious.
Question- do you not care about Olyxian? Like, at all? This is an actual serious question. Because if you do not care at all, I am doing something wrong. Also, Thank to all you people who reviewed. And all you guys who didn't review. Anyone who reads this story-thank. Thank very much.