May 6, 2020
@agentmothmanstrikesagain
As Dwicky sank within the burning cesspool, the flames weaving their way across the foul sludge and sending a horrible miasma into the air, Dipper tried to pull himself up the crane’s hook and swiftly gave up.
“Hey, Nebula, could you, uh... help me out here?” he asked loudly in the dragon’s direction as the smog turned his mind all fuzzy. “I kinda feel like I’m about to pass out, and if you could...” ...he tried to pull himself up again (and failed), “...uh, keep me from falling to my death then I’d really appreciate it.”
