CW: Negative self talk (there'll be plenty of that in this story lol). Not quite a panic attack, but pretty damn close.
Time was amorphous and inaccessible, situated somewhere far out of reach with your consciousness at its side. They rolled and bobbed together like a pair of animals huddled together on a piece of driftwood sailing down a river while you were confined to the shore, always floating just beyond your grasp.
You tried to catch them, but no matter how you strained, they eluded you, a stray current always waiting to whisk them farther downstream whenever you drew too close. This game of cat and mouse might have lasted only a moment, or for eons, but without time by your side, you had no way of keeping track and could only helplessly continue the chase for however long it persisted.
Then, like a tsunami sweeping through the water and catching the driftwood on its way, your mind came crashing back into your head and you were awake, blinking up at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Your brain had to settle and meet you back where it belonged before you could form any coherent thoughts. The closer to place it returned, the more you noticed: Something soft was draped over you. Something soft was tucked under your head. The room was dark. You couldn't recall where you were.
All at once, everything came flooding back in- the portal, saving Will, Dipper and Mabel leaving with Will, you following after, Dipper lunging for the portal, Mabel grabbing you, Dipper motioning the spell, Dipper and Mabel ignoring your pleas, the bomb on the ground, the bomb in your hand, the bomb going off in your hands, then... nothing.
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Sometimes Falling isn't Down
Romance(Gender neutral reader x Reverse Dipper) You had no idea what you were getting into. Sixteen, you were FINALLY sixteen, which meant your parents finally decided you were old enough to join them in their annual tradition of going to Gravity Falls Ore...
