#dippersghost

♠ A drunk text

serpentine-rouge

dippersghost

The two were standing in the center of a large round table, secured there by some kind of a force field. They were surrounded by strange creatures that resembled, well. Walking paper people. They were. They were humanoid, but. It looked like they were made out of crumbled notebook paper? Though they probably weren’t really paper. Or. Were they? 

They were making some sort of scritching noise at each other. After a while, the one directly in front of Bill and Dipper, who happened to be a dull green color, started yelling at them. Which meant that the scritching intensified to an extremely annoying level. 

Dipper turned to Bill. “Do you know what they’re saying?” 

"Of course. I'm a being of pure energy. What kind of demon would I be if I couldn't speak other languages besides the primitive English of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Anyway, apparently I -- you -- have been chosen as some sort of representative to defend humanity or something. How special."

"Child....?"

"So enjoying yourself stranger~?"

He literally walked right into that. Like in those cartoons, you know the ones, where the character asks for it? That is exactly what Dipper had done. And he really hadn’t expected a pie to be shoved into his face at all. Now he was just… hovering there with this dumbfounded look on his face as it dripped off. 

The only thing he could managed to get out was a still very stunned sounding, “Why?!” 

"...Because tormenting you is fun?"