"Hal! Buddy, hey. You know, it's really a shame I have to kill you for not actually joining Sinestro. What's that all about?"
Dipper shook his head ruefully.
"And Hiccup, you're here, too! It's like a who's who of people who pretended they actually cared about me."
That was the only way they could make him like this -- altering his memories, making him see his past in a different way. They didn't take his time with the Legion away, they just made it into something else, something that hurt. Combined with a new fake past filled with disappointments, suffering, betrayal, and neglect -- and the real horrors that they'd left in -- they'd changed who he was. And the light of the yellow ring pouring in and heightening his aggression made it so he wasn't even questioning all the falsehoods.
"It wasn't really hazing, that's way too light a word for it," Dipper said, twirling around in a little circle theatrically. "They opened my eyes, Hal! They made me realize what I am and, even better, what I could be. I don't have to be that scared little kid facing the apocalypse alone anymore."
Alone. Because they'd twisted his memories of Soos and Wendy and his grunkles -- and taken away the memories of the main person he'd faced it with.
"There was this...hole." He looked a little lost for a moment. "Where...where someone or...something was supposed to be."
A hole that almost had a shape, almost -- no, no, there'd never been anything or anyone there. He'd always been alone. Unhappy. Bullied and abused and unloved. And there'd been a gaping void in his life because of it, an emptiness nothing could fill.
"And now it's filled with the yellow light," he said, dragging his hands down his face in delight, scratching his own skin with his nails, as if he didn't even register the pain. "Now everyone else gets to feel small and afraid--"
He held out both arms.
"--and I finally get to have fun for once!"
A swarm of flying, cursed Egyptian super termites burst out of him, the first wave of yellow constructs he sent their way, pelting at them with all the ferocity of a swarm of locusts. That was only a distraction, though, meant to block their vision temporarily. The next wave was full of Lilliputtians, the tiny golf-ball people that had tried to kill Pacifica and-- just Pacifica. They attacked with tiny, pointy golf ball pencils and even little swords. Each one individually wasn't that strong but lots of them stabbing all at once had the potential to do damage, and the way they swarmed made them hard to get rid of.
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Dipper shook his head ruefully.
"And Hiccup, you're here, too! It's like a who's who of people who pretended they actually cared about me."
That was the only way they could make him like this -- altering his memories, making him see his past in a different way. They didn't take his time with the Legion away, they just made it into something else, something that hurt. Combined with a new fake past filled with disappointments, suffering, betrayal, and neglect -- and the real horrors that they'd left in -- they'd changed who he was. And the light of the yellow ring pouring in and heightening his aggression made it so he wasn't even questioning all the falsehoods.
"It wasn't really hazing, that's way too light a word for it," Dipper said, twirling around in a little circle theatrically. "They opened my eyes, Hal! They made me realize what I am and, even better, what I could be. I don't have to be that scared little kid facing the apocalypse alone anymore."
Alone. Because they'd twisted his memories of Soos and Wendy and his grunkles -- and taken away the memories of the main person he'd faced it with.
"There was this...hole." He looked a little lost for a moment. "Where...where someone or...something was supposed to be."
A hole that almost had a shape, almost -- no, no, there'd never been anything or anyone there. He'd always been alone. Unhappy. Bullied and abused and unloved. And there'd been a gaping void in his life because of it, an emptiness nothing could fill.
"And now it's filled with the yellow light," he said, dragging his hands down his face in delight, scratching his own skin with his nails, as if he didn't even register the pain. "Now everyone else gets to feel small and afraid--"
He held out both arms.
"--and I finally get to have fun for once!"
A swarm of flying, cursed Egyptian super termites burst out of him, the first wave of yellow constructs he sent their way, pelting at them with all the ferocity of a swarm of locusts. That was only a distraction, though, meant to block their vision temporarily. The next wave was full of Lilliputtians, the tiny golf-ball people that had tried to kill Pacifica and-- just Pacifica. They attacked with tiny, pointy golf ball pencils and even little swords. Each one individually wasn't that strong but lots of them stabbing all at once had the potential to do damage, and the way they swarmed made them hard to get rid of.