#alllseeing

      if she only held a knife, she’d be able to rip through his skin, release the wild beasts that wander through the mystery of his HUMAN LIMBS, cover herself in his blood, sweet ichor, the metallic run of it might sting. he very much deserved a fate as docile as death, the unknown grave for a boy with an unknown name. he’d sink into the mud nicely, consumed by the teeth hell’s dogs. that’s only what he deserved. HE DUG HIS GRAVE HIMSELF.  

      but she has no knife, instead she bears unhealthy ill will towards him, she doesn’t CARE about him, she, stronger than the diamond, wouldn’t be coaxed by any garden of eden, she’d not be eve, she’d be the GOD who casts them out. 

            what arrogance, little girl.

     skeletal hands tie knots in his hair, brushing the winter out of brown strands, maybe he’d purr. he, so curious as to what a human feels like, forget that this curiosity will kill the CAT, there is no mercy for the inquisitive. even demon’s will know their fate is not peaceful. the moment forgets to last, when she’s pushing him to the ground, her lap has no place for strays. 

                            The STARS  move  still,  TIME runs, the clock  will  strike,                                      The DEVIL will come, and FAUSTUS must be damn'd.

          SELFISH GIRL NOW FREED BY AN IGNORANT BOY. 

she lives in the UNKNOWN, pasture of the mystery she’d only want to get away from. maybe if she RAN, let feet spread to get as far away, she’d never return to the GARDEN. maybe she can fly away, with out heavy wings to drag her back home, find the boys again, say hello again. live a real ADVENTURE life again. wish, wish, wish, hope, hope, hope. remember you deserve nothing.  

light legs pick into a run, smashing leaves in her wake, leaving fall for dust, watching the dark consume the light as night wraps around, delicate & precise shadows dressing the trees, & fear curls around the innocence of small fists.                         WHERE IS HOME NOW ? 

❝ Aw, don’t look so sour Fordsy ! It’s never too late for you to join me ! With that extra finger, you’d fit right in with my freaks ! ❞

You glance down at your hands, rage bubbling red-hot in the pit of your belly as your old insecurities began to break free of their iron cage. Oh, the many things that these old, calloused hands have done for you.. They plunged you into the dark depths of self-loathing, those taunts throwing you against jagged rocks as you struggled helplessly. Then they elevated you to greatness, gave you exceptional grades, gave you a purpose in life. They recorded the weird and wonderful creatures of this strange little town. They raised you to the zenith of your career, carefully designing the portal that you hoped would change the face of mankind... 

And then you fell once again into the void, lost, a shell of a man struggling to survive in the vast expanse of the multiverse. Then you stained them with blood of all different hues as you traveled from one dimension to the next. These abnormal hands have seen hundreds of years and have become ingrained in your identity. And now, you remember why you are here. You are a freak. An anomaly, just like the creatures you recorded in your journals with such passion. You are not human, Stanford Pines, for you were never treated as such. 

Mutant, deformed man, what shall you do ? You monster, how much longer can you keep up this masquerade ? How many times will you keep telling yourself that you are human, just like the rest of your family ? Oh you depravity, you six-fingered freak of nature, let go. Come Faustus, show this unjust world how much you have suffered. Let Mephistopheles pave your way to greatness once again by showing you what you really are.

Your proud stature slumps in defeat as you meet Dipper’s eyes one last time. I’m sorry Dipper, but this is for the best... After all, how can a monster like him protect such a child who does not understand ?