Dreamer

Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons

I was still twitching occasionally from the gravity upset in town. It had something to do with my father; I somehow knew. Lyric had to lock herself in her room to cool down. Upsets in time and space caused her to be uneasy, which made her easily irritable. It's been better since last night, but she hissed at me sometimes.

I sat in the peace room, calming myself with music. The twitching was coming every five minutes then. It would be gone in another minute. Breathing became easier. I ignored the loud boom that sounded throughout the house. I cheered, the twitching being gone after five minutes.

"(Y/n)! There's a gun pointed at me!"

I ran. Lyric sounded terrified. I found her in the entrance to our home, holding her hands up like she was surrendering. An old man had a gun pointed at her, and Dipper was next to him pleading to stop. But the man ignored him, ready to pull the trigger from a flinch.

I turned the gun into a foam sword. "Don't move another inch or you will be boneless in seconds."

"This is my uncle, Ford," Dipper introduced him. "He's a little cautious."

I snorted. "I figured that. Why did you bring him into my home and let him threaten my friend?"

"I could have handled him. Safely is questionable," Lyric admitted.

Ford stowed the sword into his jacket. It turned back into a gun.

"Again, what is he doing here?" I questioned.

"Summoning you for a round of D, D, and more D?" Dipper held up the box sheepishly.

I grinned. "No way! Did you get that in town?"

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" Ford asked.

His voice sounded familiar. "(Y/n)." I held out my hand.

"She's my girlfriend," Dipper said with an adorable smile. "So, you in?"

I smiled, moving my hand so it grabbed Dipper's and interlocked our fingers. "Definitely."

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We helped Dipper move everything from outside to the basement. I had to gush over the technology used to make the machine-lined walls. It was like a scientist's dream. Ford drew my focus away by twirling the thirty-eight sided die between his fingers.

"All right. You enter the chamber. Princess Unattainabelle beckons you. But wait! It's a trap!" Ford explained.

Dipper gasped, jumping back. "An illusion cast by Probabilitor the Annoying."

"You know his weakness, right?" Dipper asked.

"Prime statistical anomalies over thirty-seven but not exceeding fifty-one," the boys said in unison.

I rolled the die, then pumped my fist when it was the number I wanted. "In your face, you cardboard wizard."

Ford hummed in thought. "The old boy looks a bit different than he did back in my day."

"Yeah. They change the art every few years," Dipper explained.

"Hopefully you missed the period when the creators of the game tried to make it 'cooler'." I cringed at the thought of the old art. It was hip hop themed and lost most of the fantasy aspect of it.

"Must've been dark times, those nineties," Dipper commented.

"Lyric said it's always the turns of the centuries that are her favorite," I admitted.

"Sounds like a good time to be stuck between dimensions." Ford pointed behind him.

I looked at him in confusion. "What?"