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CodyLabs — The Forest of Daggers: Chapter 11
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Published: 2018-07-11 11:53:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 7247; Favourites: 48; Downloads: 0
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Chapter 11: Confident
Author's Note: In case you were wondering what their robosonas are...
Dan’s giant 4X4 trundled lazily through the Gravity Falls town square, on the way to the Mystery Shack. Up in the cab, Dipper and Wendy had the windows down, to let the valley’s cool breeze dry their backs and pits while they drank soda and ate some chocolate bars. The mid-afternoon sun was melting the candy all over the place, and the shaking of the truck on the bumpy road made it hard to drink the soda neatly. But they didn’t mind.
Some old country song by Jimmy Buck was blasting over the truck’s radio, and since they both knew the lyrics, they sung right along. This was the perfect way to relax after a long, stressful day of spelunking/tomb-raiding/dealing with complicated, crazy, stupid, confusing, weird sci-fi nonsense. Just perfect.
Suddenly, Dipper spied something on the street corner up ahead. “Oh hey!” He observed. “There’s Pacifica!”
“OH CRAP!” Wendy yelped, when she noticed too.
She swerved off the road. “WOAH, what the heck?!?” Dipper yelped, as Wendy whisked them into a tiny alleyway. The centrifugal force yanked him out of his seat and struck him against the window, and he realized he should have been wearing a seatbelt. By the time he got himself back in his seat, Wendy had put the vehicle in park, and killed the engine. “What is this?” Dipper asked.
“She can’t see you in here!” Wendy looked over her shoulder, just to check that they hadn’t been followed.
“Who, Pacifica…? Why not?”
“Because!” Wendy looked down at her friend’s frowning face. And she first really realized just how perfectly helpless he was here. He’d never had a proper female friend before, and now he had absolutely no idea what to do with it. He was lost, and way in over his head.
He needed help.
So, Wendy decided to delve into her own puddle of experience, and give him some romantic advice. That was what friends do, right? “Okay.” She told him. “Remember how you just had a super mediocre date last night? After that baggage, it just won’t do if you’re sitting next to some other girl, waving from the cab of a passing truck. I know if I was watching a boyfriend of mine hang out with some other girl while dodging my attention, I would be all like ‘huh?’ So you have to talk to her FACE, man! You need to walk up to her, look her in the eye, and tell her what’s up.”
“What’s up?”
“I mean, do you like her, or don’t you? Repeat last night’s misadventure, or no? Go out again, or not? A couple, or just friends? You need to be friends either way, man, and you need to get this awkward mess sorted. You know how it is when you just let it build up into some stupid deal!”
“I… I don’t… I mean…” Dipper scratched his head, and began to get sweaty. “I don’t know… I don’t… Can’t we just ignore it for today? It’s been a long day. I could duck down as we drive past… Or… Or…”
“Come on, man.” Wendy said. “This is exactly why you have to do it now. Because you’ll put it off, and put it off, until it starts seeming like a weird obligation and you can barely even talk to her, and… It’ll just be way better if you deal with it immediately… So I’ll give you 30 seconds to think about this. And then, you hop out of the truck, lift up your chin, throw your shoulders back, walk right up to her, and tell her how you feel.”
“Umm… 30 seconds?” Dipper frowned.
“Oh, no no no.” Wendy shook her head. “28.”
“But…! I don’t! Guh! Gee! Huh-bub-uh-gug! I I I I I….! What do I say?”
“You tell her how you honestly feel, you ask her how she feels about things. If you want, you ask her out again. And then you give her a little kiss and keep walking. I’ll pick you up on the next corner.”
“I… WHAT?!? KISS HER? …Where do I kiss her??”
“I don’t know…! Like, on the cheek or something! Just be sweet and suave. 17 seconds.”
“But… But…”
“Be a man, man. 16.”
“But how will I remember everything to say?”
“14.”
“What if she’s not standing on the street corner by the time I get over there?”
“12.”
“What if I’m so dirty and smelly that she pepper-sprays me?!?”
“10.”
“What if I get bitten by radioactive wasps while I’m walking towards her?!?”
“8.”
“Wendy, I can’t do this! I haven’t rehearsed it! I haven’t made a LIST!”
“6.”
“I can’t do it! I’m… Wendy, I’m not confident enough to actually do that for real!”
Wendy stopped counting. “Not confident enough?” She frowned. “Why the heck not?”
“I… I don’t know… Girls…”
“You’re Dipper Pines! You punched Gideon’s combat Jaeger in the face with its own fist, after diving headfirst off a cliff and through a window! You can think up plans and ideas on the fly in literally any situation! That means that for sure, you can handle some 90-pound, makeup-faced, perfume-smelly blonde golf thing if you’re given a full half-minute to prepare.”
“But… But…”
“Alright.” Wendy rubbed her face with her hands in frustration, then reached over her shoulder into the truck’s backseat. Her hand came back with a thermos. “You know what’s in here?” She asked.
“…What?”
“Umm…” She opened it and sniffed. “Well, mostly coffee. But it’s laced with a… A super-special additive. I found the chemical in the Manotaur’s mancave, when I hiked up to Man Mountain last February. It’s extracted from a rare species of Manshroom, and is one of the secret sources to the Manotars’ great power. This… Is Liquid Manly Confidence.”
“Liquid Manly Confidence?”
“Yeah. L.M.C. It works really well. I had some once, and got so confident I tried to eat a tree.”
“Eat a tree?”
“I, uh… Wait a minute, never mind, that’s stupid. Anyway, the point is that this stuff will make you hecka confident. Take a swig, and then head out there.” Dipper unscrewed the top, and looked in at the liquid for a second. “Drink IT! Drink IT! Drink IT!” Wendy began to chant. Dipper gritted his teeth, lifted the thermos to his lips, drank, and swallowed. I wonder if this is a good idea, he thought, much too late to stop it going down.
The solution tasted almost exactly like coffee, but left a confident sort of aftertaste.
“How long till it reaches full effect?” He asked.
“Uh… Really fast.” She took the thermos back from him, and screwed the lid back on. “In fact, it should be working now; let me check.” Wendy raised her fist, and swung a punch at her smaller friend.
Dipper reached a palm up, blocked her strike in midair, and with all his strength managed to divert it from hitting his face. The sound of the fist-palm impact rang sharply through the cab.
And Dipper realized he hadn’t flinched.
“You’re ready.” Wendy smiled. “Now get out of here. I’ll meet you on 3rd street.”
It worked. I can do this. I can do this. I CAN DO THIS! I may crash and burn, but let it never be said I gave in without a fight! Not today! Dipper confidently thrust open the door, confidently leapt down to the pavement, confidently slammed the door, confidently strutted out of the alley, confidently looked side to side, confidently located Pacifica, and confidently decided to stop overusing the adverb ‘confidently’. He speed-walked toward her now, with his chin up, his shoulders back, his eyes fixed ahead, and his biceps half-flexed. As he got nearer to her however, he stumbled slightly, and blinked. His repressed nervousness briefly resurfaced, and a shadow of a doubt entered his mind: Would this really work?
Dan’s truck rolled past him in the direction of 3rd street. Wendy leaned way out the window, winked, and gave him a hearty thumbs-up. Wendy believes in me… I can do this. Dipper’s steps picked back up again. I can do this.
About this time, Pacifica noticed his approach. She glanced up from her phone to look him up and down.
She saw that he was smelly, sweaty, and covered in mud, soda, chocolate, alien machine oil, alien mummy dust, and other unconventional alien substances. He also had a bloody bandage on his right hand, skinned knees, grass in his hair, sweat in his pits, and his fly was open. Dipper was well aware of all these faults in personal upkeep, but he was too confident to let them sway his advance. “Hey Pacifica.” He met her eye, and smiled bravely. “How’s it going?”
“Uh…” She shifted her weight to her other hip, and shrugged. She didn’t smile yet. “Uh… It’s going okay. I was just waiting for Ariel so we could go shopping…”
“Oh yeah?” Dipper nodded bravely. “That’s cool… Okay, here’s the thing: I wanted to talk about last night.” She perked up at the mention of this, and frowned just slightly. “I realize now that I kind of made a fool of myself, getting distracted with the clothes and the food and stuff and making faces at the waiter… I realize that I may have embarrassed you, and I’m sorry. But in the end, even after all that, I just wanted to come up and say that I actually had a wonderful time. Thank you for dinner, Pacifica.”
Pacifica took her attention fully away from her phone, and met his eye. Now she smiled. “Oh… Thanks… And you’re welcome.” She looked him up and down one more time. “So… Where have you been…?”
He sighed. “Today… I’m afraid I’m gonna have to go with never mind all that. But I’ll have you know that fried dead gross mummies were a part of it, and so was McGucket, and it was a long day. So I wouldn’t want to gross you out with the nitty-gritty details.”
She laughed, and shrugged. “Okay…”
“So.” Dipper put his hands on his hips, and decided that yes, he would ask her out. But this time, he would make the first move, to prevent any possibility of fancy restaurant interference. This would be a cool date. “…They forecast perfect zombie weather on Monday night; full moon, heavy fog… So me and the gang were thinking of heading up to Robby’s place to help set up some fortifications. Barricades, barbed wire, tiger pits, bug zappers, the works. There might even be some karaoke. You want to come with?”
“Uh…” Pacifica shifted her weight again, glanced down at her phone before putting it away, and ran a hand through her hair. Dipper suddenly realized something very odd: she was fidgeting! For once, a girl was nervous talking to him! Geez, this was kind of surreal. That L.M.C. must be potent stuff! “Like…” She hesitated. “I think I have golf lessons at that time, but I’ll try to see if I can open up something in my schedule…”
“Oh.” Dipper nodded. “How about the arcade, then? They’ve got a lot of really old, really fun games there. And popcorn is free on Tuesdays. Or we could go bowling. That’s fun too…”
“Umm…” Pacifica seemed to shrink back a little into herself. “I don’t think I can really… Do… Tuesday…”
Dipper’s confident smile lapsed briefly. She’s making excuses. She doesn’t want to go out with me… I messed up too bad the first time, and all my suggestions sound gross to her, and the arcade doesn’t sell gourmet popcorn… Is gourmet popcorn even a thing…? Does she NEED gourmet popcorn? Like some nice cars only run on expensive gas…? I don’t know if I can afford this relationship. Oh wait a minute! NO! I’m getting nervous again! The L.M.C. must be wearing off! I need to wrap this up quick and get going before it leaves my system entirely!
With one deep breath, he prepared himself for his last and bravest effort. “Okay. Well hey, if you ever want to hang out again, just give me a call.”
And he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
She reached up and touched the place of contact, unsure if she should be smitten or off-put by the lip-shaped stain of sweaty alien machine oil. But the hint of a smile crossed her face. “Okay.” She nodded.
And then Dipper tipped his hat farewell, and resumed his confident march down the street towards the next intersection. Wendy was waiting for him right where she said, and he hopped in the passenger door. As soon as it was closed, he let out a pent-up breath of air, and made a loud, relieved groan-sighing sound.
“So…?” Wendy shoved the transmission into first gear.
“UHHHH…” Dipper took off his hat, and ran his hands briskly through his hair, just to vent his nervousness. “UHHHH…” He repeated. “I think I made it out without embarrassing anyone… Barely… And I don’t think she wants to go out with me again… I asked, but she kept making excuses…”
Wendy laughed. “Well, I hate to be the one to say it, but… Serves you right for dating a minor antagonist!”
“Hey…”
“Don’t kill the messenger! We were all thinking it… Anyway, what kind of dates did you suggest?”
“Uh… Building zombie defenses at Robbie’s place… Arcade… Bowling…”
“Those all sound pretty good.” Wendy frowned. “She didn’t want to?”
“No. I think they grossed her out. Or were too middle-class for her…”
Wendy frowned. “Really…? Wait, back up! How did she get hitched with YOU, then?”
“Ugh.” Dipper shrugged. “Long story.”
“Chances are, your whole life is gonna end up being weird, gross, middle-class nonsense. If she can’t handle that, she’s got no business in the business. It’s probably for the best that you broke it off now instead of later.”
“Ugh…” Dipper shrugged again. “Man, I’m just glad you gave me the L.M.C… I don’t know how I would’ve handled that whole thing without it…”
Wendy snickered. “PSYCHE!” She gave the thermos a little toss. “That was just regular coffee!”
“Huh?”
“That’s right! Manotaurs don’t do drugs, I never ate a tree, and placebos don’t work if you know they’re placebos!”
“Whaaaaat…”
“That means you can be that confident whenever you feel like it, dude! I had to trick you this first time, but now look! It’s like a special ability in a video game: Dipper unlocked bravery! It’s super effective! Right?”
Dipper scratched his head, and smiled. “Huh.” He scratched again. “Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Wendy turned her attention back to the road, and began to beep her horn at the car ahead of them who was driving too slow. It was a cop.
Meanwhile, Dipper considered his friend’s advice. Confidence did work better on girls. Pacifica seemed happier and even flattered, he’d been able to get through it like a gentleman and take a rejection smoothly… They were still friends, nobody hated each other, they could hang out again if they wanted to and it wouldn’t be weird… They were friends again, just the way it should be. The comfortable sort of friends.
I got the result I wanted. Confidence IS super effective. That means… Now that this power is mine… I can actually ask girls on dates, and it might actually work!
It might actually work…
His heart began to beat faster, and his sweat started to un-dry.
He glanced sideways at Wendy.
It’s strange: he’d purposefully repressed his stupid crush a long time ago, because it seemed to get him nothing but pain. He tried not to think of her as a beautiful girl, or even as a girl at all. She was just a friend, just a sister, just a comrade, because last time he checked, he was too young to be anything more… He’d stopped looking at her the way he used to, and put her in a category all her own. An gender-ambiguous, close-but-not-too-close, friend-comrade-buddy category.
But now. Now he was feeling confident, now he was free of other hang-ups, now she had been encouraging him along, now they’d been spending time together as equals. Now… Now he once more looked at her the way he used to. And he noticed again how beautiful she was.
She may indeed be smelly, sweaty, and covered in mud, soda, chocolate, alien machine oil, alien mummy dust, and other unconventional alien substances. She may indeed have a bloody bandage on her right hand, a dead metal shrub tangled in her hair, scratches on her elbows, and a finger up her nose… But… None of that really mattered to him. She was still the most awesome girl in town. And the dirtiness didn’t bother her either.
They were… Alike.
His brain began to follow a very particular train of logic.
Wendy noticed his stare out of the corner of her eye, and realized what he must be thinking. She didn’t turn her head to acknowledge him, but she frowned just slightly. Uh oh. She though.
Still in her peripheral vision, she saw Dipper turn fully to face her, and raise his eyes to meet hers. Then he put his chin up, his shoulders back, his eyes forward, and half-flexed the tiny muscles in his upper body. And then he opened his mouth to say something. Man… She thought. Man… Uh oh… Umm… Oh man, I put the idea in his head, didn’t I? Umm… Huh. Uh oh. I should have known something like this was gonna happen. I should have planned something to say. Dang it, what do I do here?
But nothing happened. After a few seconds of staring at her like a moron with his mouth open, Dipper closed it again. And his chin lowered, and his muscles deflated, and he seemed to sag into himself, as he realized that, once again, he didn’t have what it took. He wasn’t brave enough and he didn’t have a chance. So he turned to look out the window. Past the glare of the mid-afternoon sun, nobody could possibly have seen his tiny little shrug. And past the road noise through the open window, nobody could possibly have heard his quiet sigh.
But Wendy saw, and Wendy heard.
And she understood.
They finally reached the mystery shack, and Dipper grabbed his backpack and opened the truck’s door. As he stepped down, Wendy reached over and punched him in the shoulder. It swayed him, but he kept his balance. And he didn’t flinch.
She looked him in the eye. “Hey.” She said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He held her eye, and nodded solemnly. “See you then.”
Then he hopped down from the truck, threw his backpack over his shoulder, and made for the Mystery shack. Tomorrow. He thought. Forget everything else, we’re going back to the forest tomorrow. I need to write down all the stuff we learned in the ship, I need to talk to Ford, I need to talk to Mabel, I need to get the equipment together… And then I need some sleep.
Wendy turned the truck back in the direction of her own cabin, and hung an elbow out the window as the engine accelerated. Tomorrow. She thought. Tomorrow, a lot of crap is going down… A lot of crap… I need to pick my dad up from the hospital, get weapons and armor together… And get some sleep.
Some time later, the noise of footsteps interrupted Dipper from his studies. He glanced up from his journal to see that Wendy had strolled into the Mystery Shack parlor. She glanced around casually, and her eyes landed on him. “Sup, dude.” She smiled.
“Oh, hey.” Dipper smiled. “How’s things going?”
“Going good…” She strolled over and eased herself down in the seat across from him. “I’ve just been thinking.”
“Uh… About what?”
“About, like… You know. Your crush and all that. I said ‘no’ last year, but…” She shrugged. “You’ve gotten older since we last talked about this. And more mature. Smarter, braver, stronger. And now that I’m helping you out with stuff, you’re really becoming a man.”
“Oh…” Dipper would have been sweaty and nervous, but instead he felt confident. “Thanks.”
“So here’s what I’m thinking…” She said. “I’d rather spend my life’s mission with you, and fight and work beside you, rather than anyone else.”
“Oh… Wait, hold on… You mean it?”
“Look at us!” She told him. “We stand together, fight together, share our secrets, keep our secrets. We love and care for each other more than friends. More even than siblings. That’s romance in its own way, isn’t it? In a way, you could say we’re already married.”
This made sense to him. “Huh… Yeah.” He answered. “I guess… Ish…?”
“We’ve said our vows of loyalty. We’ve demonstrated our love and our respect. Now there’s just one thing left: …Do you want to have a kid?” She asked.
“Uh…” He scratched his head, highly confused by the prospect. “Uh…” He stuttered. “I guess… I kind of always wanted to be a dad someday… I mean… Umm… Sure… Sure! Yeah! …What does that entail?”
“Oh, I just need your DNA. You’ve got DNA, right?”
“Uh… Oh yeah! Of course I do!” He answered. “I’m a living being, aren’t I?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive. “My whole genome should be in a file right on there.”
“Awesome.” She nodded, and took the drive from him. Then she removed another one from her own pocket. “And I’ve got my genome on file right here. Now we just have to start the process…”
Wendy walked over to a giant supercomputer, and plugged in both drives. The computer lit up, and began to sort through the information. When it finished, a prompt appeared on the screen:
-blueprint compilation complete!
-begin print now? Y/N
Wendy hit the ‘yes’ icon, and another prompt appeared:
-print started
-estimated completion: 9 months
Below Dipper’s feet, in the basement of the shack, he heard a large automated factory hum to life. And it began to cut, drill, print, and assemble parts for the new baby. So long as they didn’t mess with anything or break anything, it should have a kid manufactured before too long.
“Yep. That’s it.” Wendy smiled.
“It is? That was pretty easy.” Dipper scratched his head. “We don’t have to do anything… Weird…?”
“Nope. That’s it. We’re parents now. Happily ever after.” Wendy promised him.
Then she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.
The touch caused him to recoil in surprise and pain. He stumbled away from her, tripped over Waddle’s food tray, and landed on his butt. Why had that hurt so bad? As he staggered back to his feet, he reached up to touch his face. On the cheek where she’d kissed him, he felt a long, rough scratch. His hand came away covered in oily black blood. He would definitely need stitches, and maybe a tetanus shot.
What? Kissing doesn’t normally cause damage… That’s not how it felt from Pacifica…
He looked up at Wendy. And he saw that instead of an ordinary jaw, she had an assembly of saws for a mouth. And her eyes were glowing red, her skin was metal, and her hair was a tangle of copper wires. Then Dipper looked down at himself. His mouth was saws too, and his skin was metal as well.
“Oh.” He said. “Now I get it.”
“Exactly. This ain’t your sissy life anymore.” She told him. “You’ve entered the hard life. You’re stuck with me now, so you need to take it like a man. What did you expect?”
“Uh…” He looked at the tank treads on his feet, and wiggled his claw-toes. “I honestly don’t know what I expected.” He admitted. “I mean… I don’t know if this is right for me…”
“Sure it is.” Wendy told him. “You know it is. And besides, it’s too late to back out; we’ve already had our son.”
A loud chime from the basement proved her point, and the noise from the factory died off. “He’s done already?” Dipper frowned. “That was fast.”
“Yep.” Wendy said, as they both walked over to a metal hatch in the floor. Wendy pried open the compartment, reached inside, pulled out the kid, and unplugged his umbilical cord. “Awesome!” She said, holding him up. “Look at him!”
The kid was Juan.
“Hey… Wait a minute here…” Dipper frowned. “Why is our kid a feral monster?”
Then he heard another voice, quiet and gentle, whisper in his ear. “This is the consequence of the hard life. All your mistakes and pride and selfishness, and all her anger and rebellion and spite, have been put into this. He will be your legacy.”
Dipper looked up at Wendy. “No.” He shook his head, and took a step back. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
Juan struggled free of Wendy’s grasp, jumped down to the floor, and looked up at Dipper. “I’m hungry.” He said. “I need to eat. Which of your loved ones shall I eat?”
The voice sounded again. “Your legacy will be one of pain and terror.”
“Whom shall it be?” Juan repeated. “How about HER?” He gestured to Mabel, whom Dipper realized was standing in the room. His saws extended.
“Not Mabel! We love her!”
“How about HER?” Juan gestured to Pacifica, who was standing in the room too. His saws began to spin.
“Not Pacifica! She’s innocent!”
“How about HIM!” Juan gestured to Soos. His saws began to spin faster.
“Not Soos! He’s our bro!”
“How about THEM?” Juan gestured to the Stans. The saws were getting loud.
“Leave them out of this! The world needs them!”
“How about HIM?” Juan gestured to Robbie. His saws spun still faster, and Dipper could barely hear himself speak.
“Umm… Please don’t.”
“HOW ABOUT HER?” Juan now turned his head toward Wendy. His blades were spinning very rapidly now, with a deafening noise.
“NO! DON’T KILL WENDY!”
“Then how about YOU?” Juan asked with a smirk.
The voice whispered again in Dipper’s ear. “Would it be right to run in fear?”
“I can’t run.” Dipper raised his fists, extended his saws, and took a fighting stance. “If you’re really going to put people in danger.” He told Juan. “I swear I’ll go down swinging. I’ll hunt you. I’ll kill you. I’ll make sure that not a single drop of innocent blood is spilled on your account.”
“How simply delicious.” Juan answered. The little robot took a step towards him. Then another step. The noise from the saws was deafening and ubiquitous, and the presence of the looming fight seemed to fill the whole room. There was nothing besides it. Dipper felt himself fill with anger, fill with hate, fill with fear, fill with sadness and guilt and grief and wrath.
Then Juan sprang up at Dipper with a shriek, Dipper lunged forward at him with a ferocious war cry, and that was the entirety of it. Dipper would kill him, or he would kill Dipper. There was nothing besides that.
They were just about to meet with a clash, when suddenly…
Dipper opened his eyes.
The world was all dark and quiet, and he was sitting up in bed. His skin was wet and his tongue was dry, and his breathing was coming ragged and heavy. His fists were balled in front of him, just as they had been moments ago, but this time there was nothing to fight. He was alone.
All just a dream. It was all just a dream.
Yeah. Now that he put some waking thought into it, that whole thing was just super ridiculous. Wendy doesn’t even like me… She’s not a robot… I’m not a robot… We’re sure as heck not MARRIED… Juan can’t talk… I’m 85% certain that that’s not how you make babies… And Juan wasn’t actually that dangerous…
Was he?
Dipper lay back down, and glanced over at Mabel’s sleeping form.
She had gone to bed with Juan’s old containment crate clutched in her arms. As a memento to him or something… She still loved him. She still missed him. Even though one of her hands still had the bandages of her injury, even though he’d hurt her so badly, she would never see him as a monster or an enemy. To her, he would only ever be a lovable pet.
But… She was wrong. He had attacked her. He was a wild animal. He was ferocious and unpredictable. If I ever see that thing again… I’m going to kill it. I have to make sure that what happened to Mabel would never happen again. I love her too much. I love Pacifica too much. I love my family too much. I love Wendy too much… I would rather exterminate their whole race, I would rather live a hard life, I would rather die myself, than watch any harm come to any of them, and live with the knowledge that I could have done something.
There will be no more innocent blood. I would die on this hill.
And that reminded him again of his dream.
But what a dream it had been! The images and sounds and horror of it all were still vivid in his mind. He wondered for a moment what the dream could mean, what it could symbolize, what he could learn from it, whether such a thing could ever be real.
But it was just a dream. And, as everybody knows, dreams never mean anything at all.
He pushed such thoughts from his mind, closed his eyes, and drifted back off to sleep.
And he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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*stares at the pic* So they were robots the whole time! What a twist!
And Wendy demonstrated that she is a true bro who has Dipper's back. He must have been really panicking to get fooled by the fake medicine, I thought he was just going with it.
Interesting take on Pacifica. Not the minor-antagonist anymore but still a bit high and mighty. One would think after finding out the truth of her family and going through a real Lovecraftian circus apocalypse would mellow her out a little.
So are they going back to forest next to find clues of the aliens. Exciting!
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How can Dipper and Wendy turn into robots? Are they going to be ok?
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Short answer: i just really like robots.
Long answer: in the story, Dipper and Wendy have been fighting robots for a while, and in this chapter Dipper has a dream where they’ve become robots, both as a metaphor for how their lives are becoming harder, and to foreshadow things to come. They never actually turn into robots.
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Oh, ^^ Neat dream stuff. Hope they will be ok since Gravity Falls is about family. ^^
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