"Not bad, not bad," he said of Stephen's suggestion. "It's got a nice ring to it."
But then he got a closer look at the beak and the way it was clearly a part of his face and Dipper's own face fell. Not good. That wasn't good. It meant that he was changing, and if that was the case, who knew what else this place could do to them?
"I've seen a few of the others, even though we got separated. Not everyone's changing like this so that means there's something --"
His eye stung again and he grimaced and pressed his knuckles against his closed eyelid. When he opened it again, the blood started streaming more evenly. Maybe Stephen was right about him being hurt. He tried to hold onto that thought as hard as he could, even though it was trying to flutter off.
He closed his eye and held his hand over it, trying to put pressure on it, backing away and crouching down, looking up at Strange with his good eye.
"--there's something affecting only some of us. Or it's affecting all of us but some of us faster than others. If this place could magically turn us all into monsters instantly it probably would have done it already. That means it's something that can probably be stopped -- or at least slowed down."
This was what he always did in situations like these. Logiced his way through it. He found the patterns -- or lack thereof -- and figured out the rules. Or he figured out there weren't rules. He wasn't really picky about it, because knowing either at least gave you something to work with.
"I know you're probably freaked out right now. I've had weird things like this happen to me -- like one time I got pulled right out of my body and a demonic triangle possessed it for a while, and I had to talk to my sister through puppets -- but whatever's behind this probably wants us afraid."
He reached out and awkwardly patted Stephen's arm. He apparently didn't seem to think there was anything strange at all about being a kid who was comforting an adult that was turning into a plague doctor birdman.
Par for the course, really.
"The important thing? You're not alone. Even if something happens to me or we get separated, the others are wandering around in here, too. Which definitely gives us better chances."
If they could find each other and work together...
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But then he got a closer look at the beak and the way it was clearly a part of his face and Dipper's own face fell. Not good. That wasn't good. It meant that he was changing, and if that was the case, who knew what else this place could do to them?
"I've seen a few of the others, even though we got separated. Not everyone's changing like this so that means there's something --"
His eye stung again and he grimaced and pressed his knuckles against his closed eyelid. When he opened it again, the blood started streaming more evenly. Maybe Stephen was right about him being hurt. He tried to hold onto that thought as hard as he could, even though it was trying to flutter off.
He closed his eye and held his hand over it, trying to put pressure on it, backing away and crouching down, looking up at Strange with his good eye.
"--there's something affecting only some of us. Or it's affecting all of us but some of us faster than others. If this place could magically turn us all into monsters instantly it probably would have done it already. That means it's something that can probably be stopped -- or at least slowed down."
This was what he always did in situations like these. Logiced his way through it. He found the patterns -- or lack thereof -- and figured out the rules. Or he figured out there weren't rules. He wasn't really picky about it, because knowing either at least gave you something to work with.
"I know you're probably freaked out right now. I've had weird things like this happen to me -- like one time I got pulled right out of my body and a demonic triangle possessed it for a while, and I had to talk to my sister through puppets -- but whatever's behind this probably wants us afraid."
He reached out and awkwardly patted Stephen's arm. He apparently didn't seem to think there was anything strange at all about being a kid who was comforting an adult that was turning into a plague doctor birdman.
Par for the course, really.
"The important thing? You're not alone. Even if something happens to me or we get separated, the others are wandering around in here, too. Which definitely gives us better chances."
If they could find each other and work together...