"You don't know anything about me," Dipper hisses bitterly, and then he draws himself up on his grotesque limbs again, skittering around Robbie, moving closer, but not to attack, to get in close to taunt.
When he talks again, it's with vicious glee. The Faceless is working through him, after all, making him drown in his fears and hurt, and trying to drown Robbie through him. He dances around him, part of the little crowd of shadow-children.
"They kept Hal close so he'd hear everything, and they made me scream. Then they rewrote my whole life until everything hurt. Even after the telepaths put it all back together again, I would still wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and forget who I was for a few minutes. I'd lay there trying to remember which me was the real one -- but it didn't really matter: either I was the boy had no sister, whose parents locked him in a closet, or I was the boy who was alone during the apocalypse."
Dipper snarls and it turns into an unearthly screech, but his face is still a child's. It's pure hurt. That's what this place has done to him, trapped him in the mental places he's in.
He's not dead like the shadow-children, but still being alive comes with its own suffering. His body's been twisted so he's trapped in a cage of pain, and his mind's been dragged to the darkest place it can be.
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When he talks again, it's with vicious glee. The Faceless is working through him, after all, making him drown in his fears and hurt, and trying to drown Robbie through him. He dances around him, part of the little crowd of shadow-children.
"They kept Hal close so he'd hear everything, and they made me scream. Then they rewrote my whole life until everything hurt. Even after the telepaths put it all back together again, I would still wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and forget who I was for a few minutes. I'd lay there trying to remember which me was the real one -- but it didn't really matter: either I was the boy had no sister, whose parents locked him in a closet, or I was the boy who was alone during the apocalypse."
Dipper snarls and it turns into an unearthly screech, but his face is still a child's. It's pure hurt. That's what this place has done to him, trapped him in the mental places he's in.
He's not dead like the shadow-children, but still being alive comes with its own suffering. His body's been twisted so he's trapped in a cage of pain, and his mind's been dragged to the darkest place it can be.