KatulaNocteris

back on my bs again 👍 gkjdh

Slaytober Day 2: The Cabin

WHERE IS MY WHITE HAIRED GRIM REAPER THAT WILL CRY AND CUDDLE AN AXOLOTL PLUSHIE BECAUSE I DIED </3

Grim: You didn't make any blood pacts though, did you?

Mc" Not that I remember

Grim:...Not that you remember?

Mc: Yeah. I mean, I have Demon contracts---

Grim: ....what

Mc: And I have been to 'Hell' before, very nice actually---

Grim: Explain. Now.

Mc: I was chosen as one of two human representatives, the the other being King Solomon, to help Prince Diavolo, of hell, forge a better relationship between the three realms.

Grim:...

Mc: I ended up making contracts with seven demons there--

Grim: SEVEN? Who???

Mc: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan--

Grim: *Spluttering*

Mc: You okay there Grimmy? Anyways there's also Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. Oh, Belphegor also killed me once. Lucifer almost killed me a couple times too, in fact all of them have either tried to kill me or put me in mortal danger, Except Mammon, really? He's got a thing for me. I mean, they all do.

Grim:...

Mc: And, like, One time Solomon imbued me with his power, and I have technically gone back in time because of Barbatos--

A Gravity Falls - Transcendence AU fanfic.

Ye gods I haven’t written fanfic in years. 

Here goes nothing.

Dipper’s chest heaved. It was a wonder why. For these past few weeks, he didn’t need to breathe, or eat, or sleep. He thought maybe he was going mad.

But right now, he felt like he was wearing thin.

Something inside of him warned him that he was low on energy. That the golden sparks had ceased to run under his skin. That the blue fire would soon be quenched. That the form he retained, in the dimension of the mind, would waste away. If he didn’t do anything about it soon.

With a frustrated growl, he pushed the warning away. He was working on it.

Rising again, the demon across from him tittered with delight. Two of its arms dragged, grotesque and bloody behind it. Dipper had severed whatever served for tendons in those arms. But five more were still functioning. The surfaces brushed by its working fingers rotted away, reeking of pestilence. The main mass of the demon’s body was covered with matted hair and gems of oozing puss. Its smile was fixed in a leer. The long beak that extended over its eyes shadowed them so they appeared flat and black.

Maybe a few weeks ago, Dipper would have trembled at the sight of the plague demon. But not anymore. Its appearance barely served as a surprise.