Inconvenient Acquaintance | Dipper x maleOC

Aftermath

Jason fazes in and out of consciousness, it's trippy and not something he would recommend doing often. He tries to lift his head from where it's upside down in the twinkie pile but his vision is swimming laps and it's going for gold, all he sees is a prancing white blob singing a garbling, nasally song. He's probably on Smile Dip, nothing real could possibly be this horrific.

He slips back under.

.

When Jason came to (for real this time), it was to Dipper and Nate leaning over him, shaking his shoulder.

"Wake up Jason, it's over."

Jason was pulled from his cakey tomb by his shirt. He hung in the air, limp, suspended in Nate's grasp, before coughing violently, expelling a large amount of whole twinkies.

"Blarg, I don't feel so good," he groaned.

"Yeah, yeah I know," his brother said, unconcerned about the previous twinkie expelling. "Let's get you home before dad has both our asses for being out so late."

He was set down next to Dipper, who dusted off some golden crumbs that clung to his person.

"Thanks man," he said, eyes half lidded, before they shot open abruptly.

"Wait a minute! Dipper, you're alive?"

"What? Of course I'm alive! You didn't think that the ghost would kill me, did you?"

The look on Jason's face was all he needed to know.

"You totally did! Unbelievable," Dipper grumbled to the side, hands thrown in the air.

"Hey, in my defense, they got me, so it was pretty likely they got you too," he said. "What with your twiggish arms and all that."

"But obviously they didn't, so tell me about it man, and don't skimp out on the details either, Dipster. I wanna know exactly what happened, play-by-play."

Dipper started stuttering, stammering over his sentences, "ah- well- you see, it all went down like-"

"Dipper got a baseball bat and started beating down on the ghost, it ran away screaming like a little girl, Wendy told us all about it. Totally badass by the way Doctor Fun-Timez." Nate interrupted him, leading them both out of the store towards the parking lot where all the other teens and Mabel were in various stages of passing to passed out.

"Holy shit, really?"

"Y-yeah of course, you know me. I'm bat crazy. Call me crazy bat. Haha."

"Haha, definitely not doing that."

They reached the van, pouring themselves in the back seat, Jason slumped against the worn out leather of the seat, going boneless for a few moments before gathering himself back up again. Everyone else was still recuperating in the fresh air outside, it was just him and Dipper in the van.

"Shit, today really was crazy," Jason mumbled to Dipper quietly, the night had caught up to him and most of his energy had left his body. "Never knew I'd be fighting ghosts in a convenience store the first week here."

"You're telling me," Dipper said, equally as drained, his eyes began to droop and he struggled to keep them open. "This barely compares to half the things we get up to at the shack."

"Really?"

"Yeah man, it's nuts in there sometimes."

"Well, at least you have your summer plans all figured out," Jason grinned at him. "Looks like it's gonna be really packed if today wasn't much of a challenge for you. Lots of taking ass and kicking names"