Mechanical Heart ➳ Dipper Pines x Reader

Chapter Two ➳ Life and Death

Dipper daintily held a lustrous orb in his hands, studying his reflection in its soft radiance. A heat of anxiousness washed over his body, his heart leaping in his chest and goosebumps chilling him to the core.

It's been a total of six years since Dipper last saw you. From the mournful affairs in bed, to the insomniac nights lead to building the robotic vessel, Dipper's patience had really tested him through these times. But as stubborn as a man could get, Dipper strived through, refusing to let himself quit so easily.

He was eager, he was hopeful, and, above all, he was passionate. He just knew that you were still out there, cold and unconscious, awaiting for justice to avenge his savior, and he was going to be the one to return the favour.

And once that day has fallen to past, it almost seemed like a fantasy to him. Dipper was always successful in his classes, acing every test the teachers hurled at him, and a persistent straight-A student he was to complete them before everyone else. But, on the contrary, a situation outside of his school life? He's never thought they'd be a day where he would call himself a hero.

Dipper began to feel his fingers tingle at the simple touch of your confined soul, his cheeks flustering with eminent passion. No longer able to contain himself, Dipper scampered towards your robotic form, and heedfully pushed the exquisite orb through your cold chest. A warm glow dispersed through the area of skin, before it asorbed and faded into the empty vessel.

Dipper then took a wide step backwards, regaining his stance with the straightening of his back. He stood formal and presentable, glancing at his watch as he anxiously gnawed at his tender lip. Behind his back, he had his fingers crossed, and a mental prayer he sent up above.

He didn't know why he was worrying, there was already so much proof to backup his theory to revive the lost. Though, it's just a bad habit Dipper carries about, negative thoughts endlessly swarming his mind, even though there shouldn't be anything to worry about.

After the silent interval took place of the eerie basement, all uncertainty was pushed aside, and Dipper's eyes widened in incredulity as he began to notice slight contractions within the fingers. His heart skipped a beat, and a shaky laughter escaped his lips in reassurance.

While Dipper intently observed an inorganic form take on the life of an abstract being, simultaneously a new reality had materialized for you, and the awareness of a physical possession had gradually commenced.

You could feel the chemical reactions inching throughout your newly established body, energy overflowing the once empty and dead vessel. Frigid air filled and deflated within your lungs, indicating that you were in fact alive. But this, this wasn't your body—not after what happened in the Underworld. It was cold, and to some extent, had a metallic likeness.

Your eyes lightly flickered open, the new world welcoming you into an isolated room with poor lighting. Though, you could still distinguish the tall male figure standing contentedly before you—a snappy red flannel, dark and ripped jeans, alongside an accessory of stud earrings and symbolic tattoos marking all the way up his left arm.

When your gaze landed upon the man's face, your eyes immediately went wide, and your chest swelled with the washing of nostalgia. His face had matured from the teenage boy you once knew, though, still carried those familiar warm chocolate eyes and messy chestnut locks that gave your heart a skipping.

"Dipper," you quietly gasped out, your voice coming out as something you didn't initially identify, being weak and scratchy from years devoid of usage.