Wandering around aimlessly wasn’t very productive. In hopes of finding answers about the mysterious location he had been dropped in, Tyrone spent most of his days exploring. But exploring easily turned into a lot of getting lost for the young twelve year old clone. Well, he looked twelve. Technically he was a lot younger than that. Tyrone actually had no clue how old he really was, considering he couldn’t remember much of anything about himself.
But he had all the knowledge and life experience of a twelve, almost thirteen, year old. He was an exact clone of Dipper and as a result had all of his memories. They were his memories as well, or at least it felt like they were. The whole paranormal clone business was pretty hard to understand, even for him.
Tyrone usually just rolled with it.
Taking a seat on the sidewalk, he sighs and looks up at the sky, thankful that it wasn’t cloudy. No clouds meant he didn’t have to look for shelter anytime soon and he could, for the most part, have a worry-free day. For once. Maybe. It would be awfully nice if he could have a single day where he didn’t feel like his life was being threatened. Being made out of paper did that to a guy - he had become very weary of the world, even more than he was by default. A single drop of water was enough to give him what would probably be the equivalent of a third-degree burn for a regular human being.
The streets were relatively empty on that particular day, save for a few people here and there who were mostly going about their days and minding their own business. Tyrone wondered if he could get any answers from people passing by. Perhaps there were citizens of the city that had been around longer than he had and knew how things worked a little better.
He just needed answers.
Mustering up the courage to flag someone down, he jogs to catch up to a random person.
“Hey, wait up!” Tyrone called out from behind them, “I have some questions for you!”
