Semblance

16 ~ Souls

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I... How... How am I supposed to react to this?
I don't even know. I'm too shocked.

Song: Human by Christina Perri

Whaaaaaaaaaaat??????
A CHAPTER FROM ALCOR/DIPPER'S POINT OF VIEW?????????

(Let's admit it guys. I have such a hard time actually referring to him as Alcor for some whacked out reason, so he'll be called Dipper though most of the chapter.)

I think Dipper has severe personality issues. Trust me, you'll get it once you start reading.

Now go, learn the fate of Shooting Star, my little sheep! *evil laughter*
*catches everything on fire*

Enjoy! *waves*:

Dipper had had it. First, he had gotten turned into a demon, then Bill had messed everything up more. Then he'd killed the stupid triangle and gone back to the Nightmare Realm. Oh god why had he done that, he should have stayed with Mabel.

Instead, his sister suffered in his absence. To make matters worse, his summoning circle had been learned and attracted the attention of those stupid cults. Dipper still didn't have complete control over himself, and most summonings had ended badly.

And then that stupid summoning in Piedmont. He had killed their parents. He'd killed most of the people and destroyed the town! And he hardly remembered any of it, except that he had found it fun.

And now Mabel had gotten dragged into it, unwittingly summoning one of the most dangerous demons ever. No one had told her about the issue of the Transcendence. Now she was dying in his arms.

Calling the Flock from wherever they had been, he told the demonic sheep to go around the building and make sure no one else was doing anything stupid. The red eyed, black sheep ran off to do just that.

He pulled Mabel in tight and teleported them. She had passed out earlier, and her head lolled around. Dipper held her hand tightly.

Normally, he would have already taken the knife out from where it had stabbed her. It wasn't like it was helping by keeping the thing imbedded in his sister's stomach, but he didn't know what else to do. Take the knife out, Mabel would bleed more. Leave it in, buy her more time.

He landed back in the attic of the Mystery Shack attic. Ford wasn't there, but Dipper had a feeling that his Grunkles, both of them, would be in the study beneath the Shack, brainstorming on how to get her back.

He teleported himself and Mabel down to where they were. At first, they didn't notice the noise of the teleportation, but finally, Ford looked up.

"Did you hear that?" He asked.

"No." Stanley said. "You're just imagining it."

Ford grumbled something, but they eventually went back to talking about what might have happened. It hurt Dipper that he only heard them speaking badly about him, but he hadn't exactly left on the best note last time either.

On the other hand, he really needed to talk to them. He couldn't do that if they couldn't see him. Unless... If he sat Mabel down would they be able to see her?

But what if they thought he had hurt Mabel? He needed a way to explain everything, or they would permanently block him out of the Mystery Shack, which he knew Ford could do.

Unless, could he write something to them? It was technically possible, right? But Mabel needed to come first. She needed help.

Carefully, he sat her down, laying her so that it wouldn't hurt her any more. Her eyes moved underneath her eyelids. She was having a nightmare. He didn't want to know what she was dreaming about.