+{⨹ Bewitched ⨹}+ !Bipper/Transcendence

~+⨹ Damn Dorito! ⨹+~

Ford could only hope that it was not Demon related.

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The door softly closed, Dipper swiftly whisking out of sight into the forest. The other Pines sat at the table in silence for a moment, before Stan gruffly spoke, trying to now show the concern lining his voice.

"What's up with him?"

Mabel shrugged. "I dunno. The last time he was like this was when Bill-" She bit her tongue, remembering that Dipper had instructed her not to say a word about that incident. He had been worked up about it for the entire week after it had happened, constantly checking his reflection to make sure his eyes weren't yellow. His paranoia wasn't amusing to Mabel for once, considering it was her fault Dipper got possessed by a psychotic demon; Anybody would be Paranoid about that.

"When Bill what...?" Ford mused, noticing Mabel's expression. He guessed that it must be something pretty personal if Mabel didn't blab about it. Stan looked relatively blank too, but seemed to wince at something as he remembered the incident.

"I'm not sure if Dipper would really want me to tell you. He's kinda sensitive about it..." She sighed, looking at Ford apologetically. The man sighed, picking up the plates and setting them into the sink to be washed. "Does it include Bill?" He asked, furrowing his brows. The last thing he wanted was for Dipper was targeted by Bill in the past, because he would certainly be targeted in the future. If there was a future, which Ford severely hoped there wasn't. He cared for the boy, considering that he was family. And after they had been through, how could he not love Dipper?

Mabel nodded, looking down with slight shame. "I mean, I think Dipper wouldn't mind me telling you, considering you fought Bill with him." She mused, staring at Ford with suspicion. "Don't tell a soul though. Dipper's still upset about it you know. Anybody would be.." Ford smiled softly at her, sitting back down. "I won't, so feel free to spill." Mabel shook her head; "Sorry Grunkle Ford, But I'm pretty sure I shouldn't. Dipper wouldn't even talk to me about it." Stanford sighed, getting up. He walked over to the door, resting his hand on it gently. "Well I'm going to go make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble. The Kid looks like he could drop dead at any moment." Ford said. Mabel and Stan nodded with agreement, watching as Ford slipped through the door and into the woods.

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Dipper walked through the woods, Pine Needles crunching softly under his shoes. The faint aroma of the woods was relaxing to his senses, reminding him of all the wonderful adventures that he experienced here. Dipper could only hope that the summers end would not end with a evil Dream Demon trying to start an apocalypse this time.

Suddenly, he tripped over a black object, yelping as his foot connected with it, sending him forward roughly. "Æ-!"

He caught himself, the needles digging into his palms as dust kicked up behind him. His eyes widened as he whipped around, a black Camara lying on the forest floor, haunting.

"No way..."

He crawled to it quickly, snatching it into his hands. The familer spare Camera he had used to try to catch the hide behind lay in his palm, clearly worn down my weather. Surprisingly though, it only had a small crack in the lens, the rest of the object perfectly intact. Despite knowing full well that it would not turn on, Dipper held down the power trigger just in case, pine needles sticking to his knees as he got up. The device flickered on, the screen having a thin green line it, probably a result of it's treatment. "No way...how does it still work..?" Dipper mused, A faint message in bold red lettering flashing onto the screen.