#dipper 01

“Myths and legends section, huh?” Carmen puts a hand on her hip, smiling. With all the weird stuff she’s seen since arriving, she figured this was as good a place as any to continue her hunt for answers. Even if she’s having trouble believing a lot of it, it’s somewhere to start.

It was, though. Someone had really wanted to remember this odd, run-down little shack. Lion worked up the nerve, and knocked-- and the door, already unlocked, swung open.

...Lion knocked on the inside of the doorframe.

“Excuse me? You really shouldn’t leave the door open like this... do you mind if I come in?”

     There had been a lot on the man’s mind. Most importantly was leaving.

     But Mulder had no clue where to even start with his attempts to get out of here, however-- so instead, for the time being, he distracted himself. Distracted himself with thoughts of intrigue and wonder concerning this place.

     In particular, with the rumors of ‘man-eating plants’ in ‘District Zeta’.

     ... Which seemed to be more than just rumors, judging by the large plants attempting to take a bite out of the Agent, who was pressed up against a wall.

Okay these things weren't too hard to understand. Roller skating was pretty easy! It was definitely different from his road racer, but he could make it work. Though right now, he still had to look down at the street to make sure he was going the right place.

Of course, that did not help where he was going.

Soon enough, he found himself going down a small hill, eyes wide when he figured out that he had no idea how to break on these things. Were there breaks? He was pretty sure there wasn't. All he could do was slide down the hill, trying his best to avoid anything.

"A-a---aaaAAAAAAAABS!"

Yelling as he went down, he eventually hit someone, causing him to fall backwards, finally at a standstill. Sitting up, he rubbed at the back of his head. Turning to the person he ran into, he was surprised to see a young boy there, worrying over how he was.

whyamisweaty​

    ▓▒▓  Why did he think that coming down here would be a good idea. Time and               time again he had been warned not to come down from the surface, so what                  in the world possessed this vulnerable little penguin to do such a thing? Priv-                  ate's certainly asking himself the same question, about an hour or two after                  venturing down to the dark, abandoned Gamma district situated under the                  equally-as-horrible Sector oo3.

              Here, he hides out in a run-down building away from the cluster of huts des-                  ignating where overbooked citizens were to make their homes until a better                  time presented itself, and with the deep fog constantly rolling in an out ( but                  not nearly enough for him to be able to see anything more than few feet away                  from his person ), Private keeps himself hidden, shutting out any of the noise                  that the eerie, artificial wind brings forth.

              Though, it's not long before that sixth-sense that most animals seem to p-                  ossess kicks in, and Private can tell that someone else has just made their                  presence apparent in this desolate setting. Being the ever-curious one, the                  penguin pokes his head out from the doorway, hoping to whatever god                   that it's an actual human being. 

☰ ►◄ ☰    The demon had recognized this familiar presence the last time                         he'd set foot in this deplorable dimension, though the reason for                         not associating with it over that course of time was beyond even                         himself. However, maybe now is as good a time as any to make                         contact? Bill chuckles to himself as he hovers after the pine tree-                         hatted youngster, slithering along the shadows cast by dimmed                         lighting.