Chapter 23: Pockets of weirdness.

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AN: Welcome to Chapter 23, the first compilation of short stories. This chapter would correspond to little gift shop of horrors, so I decided to make some mini-adventures before we resume big chapters next time.

This will be a mixture of canon and non-canon, and will feature several ideas from you in the community. With that out of the way, enjoy

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Direct Continuation

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.GIFfany slowly opens her eyes. (eyes? She doesn't have eyes.) She stretches, soaking in the morning sun while yawning. She has had an excellent night of sleep, and is ready to face the day. (She doesn't sleep, she doesn't need sleep.) She reluctantly leaves the comfortable warmth of the blankets (She can't feel warmth. She doesn't use blankets.), and looks around her room.

A window with scarlet curtains parted on either side sits directly across from the bed. On the left of the bed is a small desk and chair: on the right a dresser. The wall left of the bed has a sliding closet door next to a door that opens to the rest of the building. The right side from the bed has a trio of empty bookshelves. The floor was carpeted in a light grey, contrasting the lavender walls.

.GIFfany nods to herself, satisfied with her surroundings before realizing something—she has no idea where the hell she is. Her memories come back in a flash. She remembers everything from her creation to her kidnapping. .GIFfany shoots to her feet, her flight-or-fight instincts kicking in. .GIFfany stands by the foot of the bed; coiled like a spring and prepared to strike any who approach.

.GIFfany hears footsteps approaching from outside her room. She panics while looking for a hiding spot, before deciding on the closet. She rushes into the closet, sliding the door closed behind her right before the door opened. .GIFfany held her breath (breath?) as she listened intently to the intruder.

The footsteps paused at the door before walking into the room. .GIFfany heard the footsteps approach the bed and the rustling of blankets. The footsteps then started coming back towards where she was hiding. The footsteps paused and resumed repeatedly as .GIFfany's heart (heart?) pounded in her chest.

The closet door was suddenly flung open. .GIFfany was left blinking with the sudden lighting change, barely able to tell the shape of the person at the door. The figure was taller than .GIFfany, and had a pair of lumps on its back. The figure began to speak.

"Hello. How ya doing?"

.GIF pulls away, further into the closet.

"Hey, come on out of the closet, we've got a lot to talk about." The figure reassured. A flock of ravens flew through the door into the room and began cawing. The figure sighed and turned to address the birds. "Listen here ya little shits, you know that's not what I meant." The crows continued to caw, in an almost laughing way.

"Sorry about them." The figure apologized.

"W-who are you?" .GIFfany stammers. "What did you do to me?"

"I am Philza Minecraft, Crowfather, Angel of Death, and Life. As for what I did…"

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The Previous Night

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"She is now unconscious." Proteus stated.

"Techno, insert the totem into her chest." Phil ordered.

Techno began to insert it while casually talking to Phil. "So, how did you find out about her anyways?"

"Got a request from some guy called Twin618 to save her. I looked into it and figured, 'eh, what the heck'." Phil answered, pricking his finger and depositing the drop of blood onto the totem.

"Fair enough, I guess." Techno responded. "Alright, we're good over here. Proteus, is she ready for a reboot?"

"Indeed."

"Phil, if you would?" Techno asked, gesturing to the non-responsive animatronic on the ground.

"Yep." Phil said, reaching down and grabbing the animatronics neck.

Crack.

The totem exploded into light, running through the metal and reconnecting wires. If it had just been a creation of man and a normal totem, nothing would have happened. But Phil's blood interacted with an artificial intelligence, and the totem mutated. .GIFfany's body changed from steel and oil into flesh and blood.

"Huh." Techno commented, not expecting this outcome.

"Fascinating! How is this possible; is it bioengineering? This will require further study." Proteus said, shocked.

Phil sighed: now he has another child to take care of. Naturally, Dadza didn't really mind, but certain appearances must be maintained.

"Soooo, what do we do with her now?" Techno asked.

"Just put her in one of the guest rooms in the new extension." Phil said.

Proteus sat, pondering. "Pardon me, Crowfather, but your blood can bring life?"

"Kind of?" Phil said, clearly quite confident. "I am… related to death. My blood, when freely given, is a sign I consider someone family: this tells my wife to relinquish her claims. It can have a side effect of healing or life-bringing. Why do you ask, mate?"

Proteus stood, uncertain on how to broach the subject. "Could you not bring your lost son back, then? I apologize if the question was insensitive; all I have been able to gather is the other one was chaotic and named Tommy."

"No, it's fine." Reassured Phil. "I can't use my blood: he already has it. It's a onetime thing: hence why I haven't given you my blood yet."

"I see… thank you for answering, Crowfather." Proteus said. Phil waved him off.

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Present Time

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"So, yeah, that's pretty much what happened. You were temporarily dead, but were brought back. On the plus side, you now have a living body, no longer have yandere tendencies—and are technically related to death." Phil finishes explaining, having sat .GIFfany on the bed as he explained to her.

"I-what?!" .GIFfany begins to panic. "How? Why? Why me? You have god-like power, why would you use it on me!? Why would you adopt me out of nowhere?!"

"If you don't want to be adopted, you don't have to be." Phil comforts.

"That still doesn't answer my question!" .GIFfany screams.

Phil strokes his chin, trying to figure out the best way to explain his actions. "I felt you deserved another chance. You were dealt a pretty bad hand in life; I figured I could help out." Phil says before muttering, "It's definitely not like one of my old friends asked me to help you out, nah."

"What was that at the end there?" .GIFfany asks.

"Don't worry about it." Phil reassures. "Oh, btw, you may get some powers based on electricity or something. Just thought I'd warn you."

"WHAT!?"

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Axe Me A Question.

Mystery Shack, Night.

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Stan was getting annoyed. This customer had come in after closing, looking for something very specific, but so far none of the products Stan had shown him were selected. Heck, Stan had even offered the family pig! This was time Stan could have used much more efficiently down in the basement, but no, he had to help this yahoo.

'Just remember the paycheck, Stan: Enough money for the rest of the year in one transaction.' Stan thought to himself. "Well, esteemed customer, do you have any more information about the item you're looking for?"

"I am looking for seemingly blurry tools: I know you have one in your possession." The deep but otherwise unidentifiable voice said.

Stan immediately knew where it was, and grabbed a mysterious stone axe he found in the woods. "Ah, is this it?"

"Yes." The figure hissed.

As Stan looked at the axe, he was overcome with a sense of curiosity of who it could have belonged to and what it had done. If it had done something impressive, he could charge more! Well, that or make something up.

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Several Weeks Earlier

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Techno head banged as he gathered wood, using up one of his crappy stone axes as he gathered more wood. He was blaring music in his head and hosting a sing-a-long with chat.

"For those about to Rock!" Techno yelled.

Yodasstick: WE SALUTE YOU!

"For those about to rock!"

Bananamilkshake: We salute you!

"Fire!" Techno sang, chopping a tree in half. In the few seconds down-time between songs, Techno looked back at where he had harvested. He realized he accidently carved a diagonal path through the trees, but it's fiiiine, it's not like anyone would notice, right? Then the next song started playing and Techno went back to singing. "Fight for the king; for the hammer and the ring!"

Carpediem: Fight for the ancient stor-ries!

Technofan12321: Fight for your life, we must fight for Fife!

Yallneedhelp: For the power and the glory~!

"Hootsforce, Arise!"

Techno and the voices continued to sing for the rest of day until the evening slowly crept over the valley. As the sky began to turn red, Techno decided it was almost time to head back. "Alright, one more song."

Average_techno_fan: Voices!

Yodasstick: My Stick!

Fanofgameing: Woe to the People of Order!

ChadwickChadeusChaddington: mayhaps Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King?

Comradecommander: C&C red alert 3 soviet march

Pathoftheswole: Pumping Iron Power or Muscle-bound for Glory

Istanheysoos: Bob the builder theme!

OWCAOfficial: Perry the platypus theme! No, the sea shanty version of Platypus Controlling Me

: Erika

Carpediem: Diggy Diggy Hole

Rock'n'Stone: Deep Rock Shanty

Rock'n'Stone: Can I get a rock and stone?

Def_not_a_stoner: Rock and stone!

Carpediem: Did I hear a rock and stone!

Bananamilkshake: Rock and Stone, to the bone!

Bananamilkshake: also, my mother told me?

Comradecommander: Rock and stone comrades!

Yallneedhelp: ^dafuq?

Carpediem: It's a DRG thing Yallneedhelp

Yallneedhelp: Seems kinda cult like.

Carpediem: It is.

Rock'n'Stone: Giga chad Carpediem

Laughteryoga: Valhaleluja?

Laughteryoga: also ChadwickChadeusChaddington it's supposed to be a sing-along song.

ChadwickChadeusChaddington: Indeed? Then, might I recommend something by Clamavi De Profundus?

Rock'n'Stone: Do love some Clamavi.

Technofan12321: I'm done for some Clamavi.

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It is said that in the middle of summer the Oregon country side sings with life. Usually it is a somewhat happy-go-lucky tune, with a mysterious undertone. It makes you question what, exactly, is out in those woods. Who knows what adventures await you? Sometimes it can be scary, but if you can push through your fear, grand adventures will await you in the woods.

One day, however, in the middle of the summer in which absolutely nothing happened, 2012, the music changed. For years afterwards, locals told of the hills ringing with rock and metal. They claim it was a mixture of classic and new, well established songs and songs that had not yet been written.

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Laughteryoga: Techno?

"Hmm?"

Laughteryoga: Are we going to talk about what just happened?

"Nope."

Laughteryoga: Bruh

Average_techno_fan: Cringe

"I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't lose my axe because I got super into the song and accidently threw it, nooo. Couldn't be me."

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Stan blinked. What was he doing up here at night? Ah, yes. Someone's car had broken down; and Stan, being the kind soul that he is, had decided to let the poor sod into the Mystery Shack (and try and move some merchandise, but eh, who cares, not important.).

Stan had this strange sense of déjà vu: almost as if someone else was supposed to be standing before him instead of the cheapskate this guest was proving to be. However, every time Stan tried to remember another detail about his vague memories, his head began to ache. He hid this behind the natural showmanship of an old conman, but could feel whatever it was he was trying to remember slipping away.

Stan shrugged and decided to try selling one more product. "Movies are great! You watch the movie, you scare the girl, the girl snuggles up next to you, next thing you know you gotta raise a kid. Your life falls apart. Forget that last part. This next tale is called "Clay Day"!"

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A shadowy figure walked away from the Mystery Shack holding an axe. It stopped just outside of the clearing where it inspected the axe. The figure spent several minutes there, staring at the axe, illuminated by the soft glow of the stars.

Finally, the figure finished whatever he was doing. It tucked the axe into its cloak before walking deeper into the forest, disappearing behind a tree. If anyone had been following, they would have seen floating petals from the Winter Vetch slowly drifting to the ground.

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Short Conversation Between Phil and Techno

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Philza and Techno were plotting in Techno's room when Phil noticed something.

"Hey, Techno?" Phil started.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you have a plushy of yourself in one of those cartoon bird cages?" Phil asked, clearly confused.

"Oh, that's chat. I put a cage on them like a year ago. Y'know, for the bit."

"Why?"

"Idk, but if I try and take it away from them, they just start screaming at me."

"I- what?"

"Don't question it." Techno reassured, resting his hand on Phil's back. Just then one of Phil's crows flew by to see what the Crowfather was doing. The bird saw what was going on and immediately flew off.

"I swear, I've known them for so long: yet I'm always surprised they find something new to be dumb about." Phil sighed.

"Now, back to our previous conversation." Techno started before being interrupted by hundreds of crows. The crows flew in through the open window, circled the bemused pair twice, then flew into the cage. Unfortunatly, the cage wasn't large enough for all of them, so a good number of crows were left outside.

The murder left outside saw red. They closed the bird cage, locking their fellows inside, and worked together to fly off somewhere with it. Techno and Phil blinked before resuming their conversation.

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A Pod's Function

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When Techno was still new to the area, he went on an adventure to find electronics. He was lead to an abandoned building deep in the woods. When it was opened, it seemed to be some sort of pizzeria. Inside the pizzeria were several arcade cabinets, which Techno raided for parts.

Techno finished raiding the arcade cabinets, and began to explore the abandoned location. There was a main room at the center, with a stage on the top wall next to the entrance. Off of the main room to the right were the restrooms, and below that were the kitchens.

In the left of the main room was a room with a maintenance placard and a second, smaller stage. Bellow the main room was a pair of parallel corridors. These led to a cleaning closet on the left side of the left corridor, a management office on the right of the right side corridor, and a security office between them while also serving as the only connector between them.

Techno entered the security office, and began to poke around. He saw a computer, a fan, a phone, and several pieces of merchandise. Techno then accidently jostled the phone on the desk and it began to play its final message.

"Why did I catch you watching GameTheory Videos while on the job? You know the beef we have with this dude? He keeps trying to break into the pizzeria; trying to take all the pizza ovens my guy. Looking for clues, looking for easter eggs. We had to replace one because he literally took it. I don't know how-how does he lift?! Your task is to make sure he doesn't get in here. What am I paying you three dollars an hour for!?"

Techno wasn't sure what that was about, so he kept scavenging. Chat was losing its mind—well, what little mind it had—but that was normal so Techno didn't pay any attention to it. Once he thought he got most of it, Techno walked out the front door, returning home.

That evening, an unmarked black Huey flew into the Gravity Falls area. Its target? The abandoned pizzeria. As soon as it touched down in a nearby clearing, several people armed to the teeth exited the helicopter. A few weeks later, Techno went back to get more supplies, but the only thing remaining where the building once stood was a patch of fresh grass.

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Omake: Another Time, Another Place

An Omake is described by Wikipedia as, "an anime and manga term to mean "extra or bonus." In the United States, and United Kingdom the term is most often used in a narrow sense by anime fans to describe special features on DVD releases: deleted scenes, interviews with the actors, "the making of" documentary clips, outtakes, amusing bloopers, and so forth. However, this use of the term actually predates the DVD medium by several years. For at least the past fifty years in Japan, omake of small character figurines and toys have been giveaways that come with soft drinks and candy and sometimes the omake is more desired than the product being sold." This is a non-canon outtake inspired by someone (I forgot to note who) on the Project Medea Discord.

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Mabel hugged the pig she won tight to her chest. She had found a new love today, and minor facts like the pig barely tolerating her presence or the pig having tried to escape twice already in the hundred yards she'd walked didn't matter.

The pig shoved against Mabel suddenly, slipping out of her grasp. Mabel immediately began chasing the waddling pig. 'Ooh, that's a good name, Waddles!' Mabel thought. Mabel caught up to pig, grabbing him.

"Your name is now Waddles." She declared. Waddles snorted.

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Waddles was happily munching on some potatoes while Dipper and Mabel messed with a strange tape measure.

"See you later." Dipper said, pulling the tape measure.

"See you earlier! Ha yuk yuk yuk!" Mabel responded.

Dipper released the tape measure while high-fiving Mabel and the world froze. Waddles began running away before freezing. Then, the world began to reverse. All the world reverted back to noon.

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Techno was incredibly confused. First he woke up in a pig's body. Not like a piglin's body; but an actual pig's body. Then, some random child wearing a sweater (in the middle of summer!) grabbed him and started carrying him around.

Somehow, the child was able to catch him when he ran, (curse you, small pig legs!) so Techno eventually just gave up and ate the potatoes he was offered. Next, the child found her brother and they committed a bit of minor robbery against some bald guy.

Finally, as the sun set in the background, the siblings were at a table, messing with the item they stole. They did something: the device glowed brightly and Techno attempted to run. However, he could not escape.

The light rushed over him, freezing him before pulling him backwards. Techno reversed every movement he made throughout the day before stopping back in the pig pen. Techno searched his surroundings rapidly, searching for any clue as to what just happened. Then, the girl approached again and won him again.

Techno watched as the brother failed, and time reset. The brother failed, and time reset. The brother failed, Techno tried to run, and time reset. The brother failed, Techno escaped, and time reset. Techno ran, was missed by Mabel, and time reset.

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"Hey Dipper?" Mabel asked to her brother's back.

"Hmm?" He responded absently, staring at the advanced mathematics he had drawn onto the popcorn machine. He was trying to solve for the missing variable, the one that would let him keep Wendy and Robbie from dating.

"I think Waddles can remember the time loops."

"Okay." Dipper said before realizing what he heard. "Wait, what?!"

"Yeah, He's been escaping and getting farther every time we reset time." Mabel explained.

"Hmm, none of the other animals have shown evidence of remembering past loops…" Dipper mumbled. "Hey Mabel, next time, you and I are both going to catch Waddles."Dipper decided.

"Cool!" Mabel cheered. "But why?"

"Well, If Waddles can remember previous time lines, we might be able to get him on my side to get Robbie and Wen- I mean, we could… um… use him in case someone else reset time for us! Yeah, that seems plausible!"

"Okay!" Mabel agreed. "Let's go!"

The twins pulled out the tape measure and pulled it again.

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Techno felt time reset again, and once again started running into the woods. Once he was in the woods, he could do so much. Maybe build a house? Farm potatoes? Either way, Techno knew he had to escape the crazy time-manipulating girl and her twin brother who wasn't really paying attention to him.

Techno paused behind a tree and looked back at the fair. He attempted to find the girl, but couldn't see her. Neither could he see her brother. Just as Techno began to feel something was wrong, a pair of arms grasped around his waist.

Techno immediately started squealing and writhing. However, he was pulled away from the ground and was lifted to be face to face with the brother. The twins shot each other a look, and began the interrogation.

"So, can you understand us?" The brother asked.

Techno shook his head no.

"Darn, I thought for sure he could… wait a minute." Dipper said, giving Techno a stink eye.

"Hah, you got out smarted by a pig!" Mabel laughed.

"Alright, so you can understand us. Can you remember the other timelines?" Dipper asked.

Techno thought for a few seconds before nodding.

"Cool!" Dipper exclaimed. "This is great: now that Mabel no longer has to win you, she can help me!"

The air around Techno changed after Dipper said this: It suddenly carried the scent of tobacco, of old men in fancy clothes, of Italian cooking. Techno leaned forwards in Mabel's arms, seemingly asking, "And what's in it for me?"

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Without Dipper to even attempt to run interference, Wendy and Robbie started dating, and time reset again. Once again, Techno bolted from his pen, but instead of running for the hills he headed towards the Mystery Shack. Once inside, Mabel hugged him and began giving him his payment.

Halfway through his third potato, Techno wondered if maybe this wasn't the greatest idea. Sure, this would keep him safe until he regained his body or became strong enough to survive on his own, but was it really worth throwing away his freedom to act as a pet for a child? Then the girl opened a bag of potato chips and Techno stopped questioning if it was wise.

"Alright, you stay right here while I help my bro-bro!" Mabel ordered as she ran off.

Techno watched idly as she went to help her brother keep romance from happening. It certainly seemed like this would be an interesting adventure. Now, if only he could get his hands back…

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That is a taste of how Techno being reincarnated into Waddles would go. I don't intend to write a full fic based off of this, so if you want to, go ahead and write it. Just send me a link, and I'll give you a read and a shoutout.

Plot notes: Wendy and Robbie never go out, you choose whether to go down WenDip or not. "Waddles" is going to be more violent and jump into things to protect the kids, I.E. he'll rip the Summerween Trickster apart and eat him. Either have Techno regain his old body or train his new one. Techno'll probably communicate his actual name to the twins with enough time. I'm not 100% certain how to handle chat, so if you decide to write that will be something you can decide.

Techno will probably commit minor crimes throughout town because he's a pig. He'll probably steal the deed back from Gideon and possibly find out about the portal earlier. You don't have to use these, this is just what popped into my brain the moment I thought about the concept.

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Completed: 9/28/2023, Words: 3,942. Written using a pirated copy of Microsoft word 2007

AN2: Hey all. Once again, apologies for the delays: College has been busy. I have no idea when the next chapter will be out, but I promise I am working on it.

Today has been fun: I woke up to find someone from Vietnam hacked my Facebook. Fortunately I got it back. I also got their email, and am debating creating a burner email and sending the address a video of bass-boosted Fortunate Son. I do love the smell of napalm in the morning.

I also had a CIVE class today and we calculated how much force it would take to pull a pole out of soil. I put in the numbers but did something wrong as I got around 70,000pi lbs of force required. I made a W.A.G. of 70 lbs, the actual force was 21 lbs. I'm not sure what happened there, but the professor did say it was a junior level equation.

So, me and a pair of my friends were watching Avatar: The Last Airbender the night and commenting on how terrible it would be for everyone else if we were there (Mercy? Who needs mercy?). Then, the Grinch had an idea. A terrible, horrible idea. I'm gonna see if the bois want to collab on a self-insert fanfic into avatar.

Fair warning: if we do do it, it probably won't be good. Funny, maybe, but not good. Not only that, I would want both of them to join in. It would probably take longer than this to write unless one of those two just starts grinding; which is certainly a possibility.

Alright, announcements. The voices are still open for requests; thank you to everyone who has already become a voice. The discord is pretty fun, but I have been having issues with the link, so if it doesn't work send me a message and I'll get it put back. This story is not on hiatus, chapters are just taking a little longer than usual. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and voted. Couple votes on Wattpad:

#9 in Tommyinnit (29.6k stories)

#17 in Minecraft (50.7k stories)

#11 in Technoblade (19.9k stories)

#2 in Techno (4.6k stories)

This is crazy: thank you guys so much! I never thought my stories would ever reach such high rankings. If anyone wants to make stories or art inspired by this concept, you have my full permission. Go ahead and send me a link and I'll take a look. For shout-outs and crediting, so long as you give me a name of have your name in a username or hidden in a piece of art, I'll get it for ya.

Minor hint for the future: one of these titles seems a little strange, might be worth investigating.

Alright, I'm signing off: so until next time, my friends!