"Stupid meat sack" Said a voice. his voice, hoarse from disuse.
He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, he supposed if he ended up like this, he belonged like this in the first place.
He was hungry, he realised, when his stomach rolled with pain and his eyes flew open, black splotches overtaking his vision, hiding away someone, someone that appeared to be helping him.
His arm hooked around someone's neck, and someone's arm held his waist, thin and caving, the bones protruding out of his seemingly deflated body.
The someone stumbled with the extra weight he added on, it seemed to be a boy as his grunt was deep as he picked him up.
"You'll be fine, you stupid demon." Said the boy and instantaneously, his memory clicked back into place.
Dipper Pines.