You found him!You found him, Robbie... You found Dipper.
The shadows of Stamford children are his personal Greek chorus. Robbie rarely says anything to them, but he listens. They speak in a jumble, small voices overlapping and tripping over each other. Robbie never misses a word. They think like he does, but express it plainly. Sometimes, the shadows reach his thoughts before he does. "I don't think you made the wrong choice joining the Legion."
Dipper belongs!!Dipper belongs with us. Now we're all together again. I was so lonely.
When Dipper turns around to face him, Robbie jerks out of his hazed compliance. He'd gotten lulled into a fugue, for lack of a better term. The dulled, going-through-the-motions mindset that he had inhabited while he was calling himself Penance and thinking of only guilt and sorrow. He was ostensibly looking for his team, but he has been wandering for some time with only the increasing number of shadows for company.
"Dipper? No..." Tears sting his eyes like razor cuts. He hasn't seen a single corpse, until now, facing a teammate so grievously injured that Robbie can only think that he's talking to a dead boy. He stopped trying to use logic several dozen children ago: there are no thoughts that this isn't reality. He accepts it with self-disgust. He knows that Dipper is young and, yes, needs protecting, and Robbie didn't voice his concern to anyone. This, too, is on his hands. He wasn't there. He didn't do his job.
We can stay together forever. Robbie and Dipper can stay forever. Maybe they'll play with us...Nah, Speedball doesn't play with kids 'cept to kill us.
Whenever Robbie begins to think of the present situation, the children remind him of his sins.
Yeah, kill kids like Dipper. Robbie knows he belongs here with the dead. We all died and Robbie should too.
Dipper promises to unhinge his jaw and does, and he wastes little time charging. Robbie reacts, partly out of habit, but he can't let the kid do this. He knows how Dipper regrets what happened on Murderworld. It doesn't matter that Robbie deserves it or that ... that something's wrong with Dipper. He won't let it get any worse.
He sends an energy blast directly at the gaping, toothy maw.
It's better with banter. Yay dead baby jokes! Make a joke, Speedball.
"I know a really good dentist. I promise - we're gonna get that teeth thing looked at." Robbie will make sure any fall is cushioned with energy bubbles.
C. Further CW warnings: more harm to children, indifference to own life
You found him! You found him, Robbie... You found Dipper.
The shadows of Stamford children are his personal Greek chorus. Robbie rarely says anything to them, but he listens. They speak in a jumble, small voices overlapping and tripping over each other. Robbie never misses a word. They think like he does, but express it plainly. Sometimes, the shadows reach his thoughts before he does. "I don't think you made the wrong choice joining the Legion."
Dipper belongs!! Dipper belongs with us. Now we're all together again. I was so lonely.
When Dipper turns around to face him, Robbie jerks out of his hazed compliance. He'd gotten lulled into a fugue, for lack of a better term. The dulled, going-through-the-motions mindset that he had inhabited while he was calling himself Penance and thinking of only guilt and sorrow. He was ostensibly looking for his team, but he has been wandering for some time with only the increasing number of shadows for company.
"Dipper? No..." Tears sting his eyes like razor cuts. He hasn't seen a single corpse, until now, facing a teammate so grievously injured that Robbie can only think that he's talking to a dead boy. He stopped trying to use logic several dozen children ago: there are no thoughts that this isn't reality. He accepts it with self-disgust. He knows that Dipper is young and, yes, needs protecting, and Robbie didn't voice his concern to anyone. This, too, is on his hands. He wasn't there. He didn't do his job.
We can stay together forever. Robbie and Dipper can stay forever. Maybe they'll play with us... Nah, Speedball doesn't play with kids 'cept to kill us.
Whenever Robbie begins to think of the present situation, the children remind him of his sins.
Yeah, kill kids like Dipper. Robbie knows he belongs here with the dead. We all died and Robbie should too.
Dipper promises to unhinge his jaw and does, and he wastes little time charging. Robbie reacts, partly out of habit, but he can't let the kid do this. He knows how Dipper regrets what happened on Murderworld. It doesn't matter that Robbie deserves it or that ... that something's wrong with Dipper. He won't let it get any worse.
He sends an energy blast directly at the gaping, toothy maw.
It's better with banter. Yay dead baby jokes! Make a joke, Speedball.
"I know a really good dentist. I promise - we're gonna get that teeth thing looked at." Robbie will make sure any fall is cushioned with energy bubbles.
Lame.