_DancingWithTheDead
"D-Dipper...I'm not sure t-this is a great idea..." Writ stuttered and looked at the young boy with fear in his eyes.
"Oh come on, what's the worst that could happen?" Dipper smiled and turned back to matches. He grabbed them and lighted eight candles that surrounded him. Writ scooted away, and watched in horror as the Pines boy crossed out a girl's eyes.
"Ego, Dipper Pines , volumus ut in ea servanda puella , et salva. Et fortasse licebit mihi esse puellis." The brunette's eyes turned blue, and he was lifted into the air. A blue flame surrounded him, and Wirt grew worried.
"DIPPER!!" He rushed towards him, but was thrown back. He lie there on the ground, and Dipper was airborne. A black figure rushed towards Dipper.
"Wow. It's good to be back. Did ya miss me? Admit it, ya missed me! Ahahahaha!!" Writ's eyes slowly started to close, but before they did...the black figure turned into a...
triangle?