Look Who's Inside Again (Bo Burnham)

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Grass surrounds you, standing up to your waist. You can see chunks of broken portals, of fragmented memories scattered across the barren landscape. You frantically look around, trying to figure out how you got here. Your eyes land on Ford; he's running towards you, his hair a mess, blood covering his hands. You start towards him, the two of you meeting in the middle and wrapping your arms around each other.


"Ford? What's going on? Where are we? How'd we -" you stop abruptly as you notice the red hand prints on his jacket. Pulling your hands away, you notice the blood covering your own hands. "No. No. No. He's -"

As if on queue, you hear a mocking laugh surround the two of you. You let go of each other quickly, turning to face Bill Cipher as he stares down at the two of you.

"Guess who's BACK!"

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You bolt up in bed, clutching your chest. Orbit squeaks as they're displaced. Ford bolts up next to you, the two of you exchanging wide-eyed looks before you scoop up Orbit and run upstairs.

"DIPPER? MABEL?!" you hear Ford call as you bolt to the door outside. You're still in your clothes from yesterday, falling asleep before you could change into pyjamas.

As you tear open the door, running outside to stare out at the world around you, trying to deny it, you find yourself staring at a sea of reds, oranges, and yellows in the sky, with an ever-changing tear in the sky over the town.

"No..."

"Grunkle Ford? Grunkle (Y/N)? What's going... on...?" Mabel asks, stepping outside as well.

"This better be good for disturbing my beauty sleep," Pacifica whines, starting to follow Mabel outside.

"Get back inside. Now, go!" you order, turning on your heel and shoeing them inside before slamming the door. Your gaze meets Fords, the pale expression on your face reflected on his own. A sleepy Dipper comes out of his room, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. "Where's Stan?"

Ford turns on his heel, sharing your thought. Did he come home last night? He opens the door to Stan's bedroom, ducking his head inside before turning back to you and shaking his head.

"Fuck. Alright, I'm going to go find him. Dipper, you need to help Ford set up that unicorn protection charm again, we have just enough left. Mabel, Pacifica, can the two of you watch Orbit?" you instruct the group, holding Orbit out to Mabel.

She takes them with a determined nod, Pacifica giving the plaidypus an uneasy look.

"(Y/N), you can't be serious. There's no way you'll make it back if you go out in that," Ford points out, trying to grab your wrist as you move to the stairs.

"Someone's gotta go get him. If you go, I couldn't live with myself if Bill captured you again. Stan won't go with you either, you know that. Trust me to do this, trust that I can do this," you urge him, letting him hold your hand.

He lets out a small sigh before nodding his head and letting go of your hand.

"Don't die."

"Don't worry, I'm too stubborn to kill," you hum, quickly kissing his cheek before running up the stairs.

You change as fast as you can, pulling on a pair of jeans, a spare leather jacket, and a t-shirt. Making sure to wear nothing of Fords so Bill gets no hints. You grab your magent gun, strapping it to your holster, before returning back downstairs.

"I'll be gone one day. Tops. If I'm not back by then, kill that fucking triangle," you tell Ford at the door. He cups the side of your jaw with his hand, pulling you forwards into a kiss before letting you go.

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