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For @alizibtheterrible's dtiys!! Congrats!!!

I only can apologies to the dear @chatxkilluaxnoir the winner of the raffle art!

I can’t believe I wrote something again!!! Feels good!!!!! Based on this scenario I thought of quite a while ago about a grandma summoning Alcor. Set in the @transcendence-au, obviously.

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The brown eyes of a young boy peered at her through the computer screen. Inquisitive and intelligent, yet full of the innocence of childhood. Wearing shorts and a puffy vest and a cap, there were few historians who wouldn’t at least have a vague idea of who he was. Dipper Pines. One of the most important names in the history of the Transcendence. She stared at him, and then at the blurry photography in yesterday’s newspaper of another being entirely… Maybe.

Professor Catherine de Luna of New Valencia University, one of the most prestigious institutions of learning in the world, knew everything about him. She pulled off her glasses with one hand, rubbing the palm of her hand over her eyes before looking at the pictures again. She could easily have opted to get her eyes fixed, but she liked them. Holding the tablet with the newspaper up against her computer, she compared.

After gaining the title of professor she had made it her life to study the Transcendence, and to try to figure out what exactly had happened to cause it. Even after three and a half millennia, no one truly knew.

Well, almost no one.

Someone had been there, and witnessed it. Possibly even partaken in it.

Someone with, and she could no longer deny it, facial features that were eerily similar to those of Dipper Pines’ youthful face. And even more so of those to the few pictures of Mabel Pines of the Stanley Pines Memorial Library that had survived the dozen or so apocalypses of the past few millennia.