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Death and Echos

Dipper continued to stalk through the woods, frustration growing. He had expected the creature to make an appearance immediately, but so far all he was met with was seemingly endless woods.

Dipper kept his march at an even pace, full strides to cover distance but not to tire himself out. He wasn't familiar with the direction he was heading in, but he was determines...and more than a little curious. There was plenty of fear in there too. But that was easily overwhelmed by the anger.

Where am I going? He asked himself. The better question is why?

But he kept going, heading in the direction of the signal. Pulling him.

As Dipper continued walking East, the ground began rising as if he were hiking a hill or mountain. That's when everything began changing. The trees looked as if they were hunching and gnarling like malevolent creatures. The ground began to dry up into barren ground and dead patches of foliage.

The young detective came upon a sorry sight.

There were hundreds of giant skeletons littering the area, picked clean by scavengers and bleached white under the sun. Half of the remains looked like over-sized bears with multiple skulls in, Multi-Bears. The other half were human-ish, with animal like legs and horns, Manotaurs.

It was obvious that there had been some kind of battle here many years ago. Or at least that's what the remains of the slaughter told him. Honestly the boy couldn't tell if there was a difference in the sight before him. He didn't care who won.

Dipper began to pace about the area, hanging around the edge. The boy wanted to leave immediately, but Ford had sent him in this direction for a reason. Even with the time he'd been gone,

Out of the corner of his eyes a motion caught his attention. Any movement in such a place was surprising, he couldn't turn from it. He just stood from their line of sight and watched silently. He couldn't tell who or what it was, just that it was a

Whoever they were they were moving slow and deliberately, they were there for a reason. What that reason was made Dipper turn a sick shade of green as they made their objective known.

They were picking at the remains.

"Hey!" He shouted without thinking. "Get away from there! Get away from them!"

Dipper began running through the dead area, forgetting his previous feelings of apprehension. His feet ended up churning the ground of the dry land, kicking up the particles into his nose. Half dust, half blood. Dipper was basically breathing the remains of the slain.

As he drew breath he began to struggle with it. He coughed, choking on the dead air. His head swam. As his vision went dark and red, he stumbled and fell to his hands and knees. He stayed there, completely still, in an attempt to clear his head.

Why...why is the ground shaking? He asked.

There was a rumbled, moving towards him. It came from...behind!

Dipper snapped his head around in time to see a horrific sight.

A Multi-Bear, larger and fiercer than the one he had fought, stood above him. The beast glared down at him with all of it's hate filled eyes and fresh blood on his each of his muzzles. The creature razed it's mighty paws and swiped at Dipper. He could only scream as he raised his arms in a pitiful attempt to protect himself.

Nothing.

Dipper opened his eyes after ten seconds of nothing. Looking down, he saw no wound and realized he was dead or injured. Looking up, he saw no sign of the beast.

A roar from behind drew his attention. Dipper turned and saw the Multi-Beat swinging it's mighty claws at nothing, not taking the slightest notice in the human. With a waning roar, it fell over onto the ground.

The beast began to fade, as if it had never been there in the first place. There was no blood or even a the smallest sign that the ground had been disturbed. It was just gone. Like it was a dream...or an old, old memory.

Then there was more, so much more. He heard, no he felt the thrum of countless hoof-beats from the Manotaurs mighty legs on the ground. The thunder of rage from the roars of the Multi-Bears. They started off faint at first, then the screams of hate grew louder. Louder! LOUDER!

From both sides the two Waring beasts charged each other. They collided in a wave of angry bodies,

Dipper, caught in the middle of it saw, heard and even felt it all. Then he understood what it all was, an Echo. He racked his mind as hard as he could for the memory of the passage. Death Echo: A type of trapped ghost, a spirit that is stuck reenacting its death over and over in a loop.

He saw it all. Saw the Manotaurs charge in unrelenting and and impale the bears with their horns. Break their bones with their great strength. Saw the Multi-Bear tear away at their enemies flesh with their fangs and claws.

He watched them fight like unyielding forces of nature. He watched them die like the flesh and blood creatures that they were.

Dipper couldn't watch anymore.

He didn't know where to go, how to get out of the Echo's zone, but he knew if he went in any direction long enough, he'd reach the end. Turning towards what he hoped was the way back, Dipper began running at a full sprint. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

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Dipper was hunched over as he tried to catch his breath. He was used to the supernatural, but he wasn't used to all the death.

Are mom and dad stuck like that? Dipper wondered. He didn't know where it came from, but that stray thought filled Dipper with dread. He couldn't imagine his parents stuck in the final moments of their death. Scared and helpless, no doubt in pain. He wouldn't imagine it, and he wouldn't let it continue if it was.

But I can't go there! He couldn't go to where they had died. It pained him to much. It reminded him of how he watched it happen and did nothing.

He needed help, but who? He couldn't ask a family member, they were in pain too. He couldn't put his friends through any of it either, he needed someone connected to it, someone involved in ghosts and...death. Like another ghost.

"Another ghost." Dipper muttered. He knew exactly where to find them.

It didn't take Dipper long to find the store. It had been one of his first encounters with the supernatural. It feels so long ago now. He was happy to see that it was still unlocked from the last time he and the teenagers had come.

"Hello!" Dipper called loudly. "Mr. and Mrs. Ghost!"

Dipper waited for them to appear, but all he got was silence. It was dead quite in the store, and the pun was not loss to him. Nor was the irony.

No choice. Dipper thought. He really didn't want to do this, but if it was the only way.

He made his way behind the counter and saw the body outlines. With a breath to steel himself, Dipper laid in the outline. The affects were immediate. Everything began to come to life and act unnaturally. Lights beeping, inanimate objects floating.

Ma and Pa ghost appeared immediately, their bodies engulfed in flames as a manifestation of their rage. Even after seeing it once, Dipper couldn't help but cower at the enraged specters.

"You dare disrespect the dead teenager!" Pa ghost shouted. "You shall pay for this insult with your life!"

"Wait wait wait!" Dipper frantically spoke as he waved his hands. "I'm not a...huh, guess I am a teenager. I did just turn thirteen."

"Oh, congratulations dear." Ma ghost spoke kindly. "And happy belated birthday. I think I'll give you a quick demise instead of disemboweling you as a belated birthday gift."

"Wait, I didn't come here to disrespect your resting place!" Dipper pleaded. "I need your help!"

The two ghost paused and looked at each other, considering his words.

"Go on." Ma urged.

"Well, recently my parents died-they were murdered." Dipper spoke, feeling the pain of loss return. "I was wondering, if maybe you could help me talk to them?" Dipper asked.

The two ghost exchanged another, longer glance with each other, this one a mix of sadness and guilt. They then turned to the teen and shook their heads negative.

"It's not that we don't want to help you." Ma began.

"It's just that we can't." Pa finished. "We're bound to this shop. It's both our tomb and our prison."

"But it's also our home." Ma urged.

Dipper looked at the two ghost who had been trapped in the store for decades.

"Is it...bearable?" Dipper asked. "Say I could bring my parents back. Say I cou-"

"Don't." The two ghost stated firmly.

"Being a ghost is like...have you heard of phantom pain?" Pa asked, to which Dipper nodded. "People who lose limbs and swear that they still feel it. Like an itch they can't scratch, it's there."

"Our entire existence is like that." Ma began sadly. "So detached from everything."

"We're trapped in this...in between." Pa began. "Where the world continues to move around us, but we're still here. And we'll always be here."

"Would you like to move on?" Dipper asked. "I've read that ghost can move on if they finish the last of their business. Or I could exorcise you." He offered. "It would help you pass on from here an you can move on."

Once again the ghost shared a look. They then gave him a firm shake of their heads.

"No."

"But I thought-"

"Don't get us wrong, we would't wish this on anyone." Ma spoke with sincere sadness. "But it seems that we kept enough of ourselves to fear what comes after."

"But, even if we have to bear this, we have each other." Pa spoke as he looked at his wife. "We have our love, and that's as strong now as it's ever been when we were alive."

Dipper smiled, even when trapped they found happiness in each other. He could only hope that mom and dad where able to bear it as well as these too.

"Don't you have a sister child?" Ma asked.

"Yeah, my twin Mabel." Dipper answered.

"Well why aren't you with her?"

"I was looking for the...thing that kill our parents." Dipper answered lowly. "I thought if I killed it."

"Child, she needs you." Ma stated kindly. "Revenge will wait. Pain won't."

"What am I doing?" Dipper asked himself. He knew that Mabel was hurting, he had seen how fa she'd go to try and make the pain go away.

He needed to get home, get to his sister. The ghosts where right, revenge could wait. Mabel needed him.

"Where have you been all night?" Stan asked, pretending he didn't care.

It just occurred to Dipper that he had been out all night, the sun long since in the sky. It was nearly noon.

Dipper moved passed him and went to find Mabel. He walked into the room they shared to see his sister sitting down and staring. He didn't like it. He didn't like Mabel being so sad.

"Hey, Mabel." Dipper spoke uneasily.

"Hey, Dipper." Mabel answered back, still sounding sad.

Dipper rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He wanted to help ease her pain, but had no idea on how. Going on instinct, he pulled her into a hug, which she returned.

"...Would you like to hang out?" Dipper asked, thinking fast. "I could introduce you to some fairies." He felt her perk up an knew that he was on the right track. "I have to warn you." He stated. "They will most likely-definitely barf on you."

He felt her stifle a giggle and it made him smile. She was on track to being better. He couldn't help but think back to the monster that made her like this. And wonder about the figure messing the remains of the Echos.

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