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CodyLabs — The Forest of Daggers: Chapter 14
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Published: 2018-07-14 14:58:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 6089; Favourites: 38; Downloads: 0
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Chapter 14: Cabin in the Woods
Author’s Note: A shorter chapter today. As for the illustration, the way I drew Dipper bugs me. I can never seem to decide if I want a more realistic or cartoony look for these characters, so my style always ends up falling right in the middle, and is extremely inconsistent in terms of head sizes. I dunno. At least I've got Wendy and the robots looking more-or-less consistent though!
The hot midday sun beat down on two teenagers, who were working hard with their wire cutters and improvised prybars to clear off the top of the buried flying saucer. They’d set aside most of their armor by this point, just so that the heat wouldn’t kill them. They figured that since they were near the center of the clearing, nothing could sneak up on them very easily. And just in case, their weapons never left their sides.
Inch after inch of the small vehicle was revealed below them. Even past the barnacle-like moss and the dirt and the mud, they could see its hull remained smooth and seamless. Evidently, in all the thousands of years it had been sitting here, the drilling roots of the metal plants hadn’t been able to breach it.
“Say…” Wendy stood up with an exhausted sound, and scratched her armpit. “You don’t suppose this thing is still, like, working?”
“I don’t know.” Dipper set down the wire cutters, and put his hands on his hips. He looked down at the machine below his feet. “I doubt it.”
“That’d be cool though.”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.” Wendy considered the ship. It was about 60 feet in diameter, a bit bigger than a fighter jet, maybe the size of 6 RVs all parked side-by-side. Small enough to fly around. Small enough to take off and land on runways, in parking lots, sports fields… You could actually use it to get around. Wendy got an idea. “Dibs.” She said.
“Huh?” Dipper looked up at her.
“Dibs.” She repeated. “I just dibsed it. Now nobody else can take it from us. Now it’s ours. International maritime law.”
“You can’t dibs a spaceship.”
“Just did.”
“Maritime law doesn’t apply to spaceships.”
“Dibs. See? I’ll do it again. Dibs. It’s official now. Don’t worry, I dibsed it for both of us. We can share it.”
“Well… Huh?” He looked down at it. “What would we do with it?”
“Well… What do you want to do? We could abduct farmer Sprock’s mutant cows and put them on his roof… We could take it to the Woodstick festival… We could take it to football games… Everybody would freak out and it’d be hilarious… You can use it pick up chicks, I can use it to terrorize Thompson or Poolcheck or Stanley or whoever…”
“Pick… Pick up chicks…?”
“Or we could take it to the drive-in movie theater… Or we could use it to take vacations to… Like, the beach or something. Or… Or to Alaska if the beach is boring… Ooh! Or we could fly it real low over Washington D.C. or North Korea, and see if we can outrun all the missiles they shoot at us…!”
“UH!”
“Yeah, the last one was a joke. Kinda. But… I don’t know. If we could get this thing running again… Man, we’d be the kings of this place! Come on, man. You gotta admit, it’d be cool to have a spaceship just lying around.”
Dipper blinked. Wait a minute. He thought. That actually does sound fun. “You know what? Sure!” He laughed nervously. “I… Yeah, sure! I guess…Yeah! That would be… Well, we would have to be careful and everything, but…”
“But yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!” Wendy turned back to her tools, and began prying more plants up off the ship’s hull. “Now if we could just get inside the stupid thing…”
“Yeah…” Dipper bent down toward his own shadow, and began to work again. He felt the sun burning the back of his neck, but all over his body he felt the progressing aches of weariness. In his scrawny arms, the tools were starting to seem dull and ineffective. He began to move slower.
Wendy noticed his exhaustion. “Hey, didn’t Ford call you a while back?” She asked. “You should call him back and check in.”
“Uh…” Dipper stood up hesitantly. “Well, we still have to do this…”
“Oh, leave this to the lumberjack, bro.” Wendy took the wire cutters out of his hands. “Go talk to Ford. Tell him we found a UFO fixer-upper… And also that we dibsed it. It’s very important that we dibsed it.”
“…All right.” Dipper fished his phone out of his pocket. As it booted up, he walked over to the shade of a nearby tree, and wiped the sweat from his hair.
With all his might, Robbie gave the fully-loaded backpack one final heave into the back of his van. The rear suspension bounced just slightly. Now that the burden had been lifted from his shoulders, he sagged over with his hands on his knees, and took a deep, profanity-laden breath.
“Wow, funny words!” Mabel half-ignored him, and skipped over to the passenger-side door with her pig. “All right Waddles, you have to go in the back seat. No, don’t worry, it isn’t that long of a drive. You’ll be fine!”
As Robbie climbed in the driver-side door, he thumbed over to ‘maps’ on his phone. But with cell service so patchy out here, it took a long time getting an image. And even when it did, it just showed them as a blip in the middle of the forest. The logging roads weren’t on the maps. “Well darn.” Robbie growled at the phone.
“Well… There’s only one road…” Mabel shrugged toward their surroundings. “You don’t need a map if there’s only one road…”
“Yeah, well… Well… Yeah.” Robbie started the van, and attempted to turn around in the narrow area.
Suddenly, something jarred into place in Mabel’s own memory. “Oh darn-poopy-darn!” She slapped herself. “I forgot to turn on my phone…”
She’d killed it this morning because she heard that the robot predators could track electrical signals. Now, as the screen blinked to life, she was rapidly flooded with everything she’d missed: text message after text message pouring in from Ford, Stan, Grenda, Candy, and even one from Dipper, asking where she was, what she’d been doing all day, and with whom.
Oh dear… She probably should have made up something this morning before she stowed away. She felt a little bad about worrying them, so she should check in now… Who to call first? How about Dipper.
He picked up on the second ring. “Mabel?” His voice came through in a scratchy way, since they were both almost outside cell service. “I was just talking to Ford, and you’ve been gone all day! Why wasn’t your phone on? Ford was worried! Stan was worried! Soos was worried! Heck, the goat was worried! Where are you?!? Are you--?”
“Oh, I’m in Robbie’s van!” She blurted with a hasty smile. (She hadn’t had time to make up a convincing lie.)
There was silence over the line for a few seconds. Mabel glanced at the phone, wondering if Dipper had hung up, or if the limited cell service had finally given out. But Dipper hadn’t been disconnected, only confused. “…What are you doing in Robbie’s van?” He finally asked, and she could hear the bewilderment in his voice.
“Uh... Oops, uh…” She scratched her head, and realized that her story needed a little extra something. She racked her brain. “Well… Uh… We’re on a date!”
Dipper yelped. “WHAT?!?”
Robbie stomped on the van’s brakes, and brought them to a sudden halt. Then he spun to fix her with a death glare. “WHAT?!?”
Wendy scoffed from Dipper’s end. “What…?”
Miles away, Tambry’s head jerked up from her phone for no conscious reason. “WHAT?!?”
Robbie stared at Mabel incredulously for a few seconds. She stared at him for a few seconds. Then she held up the phone in one hand, a 5-dollar bill in the other, and whispered. “Make it convincing!”
Robbie growled and snatched the cell and money from her hands. “Yeah!” He said into the microphone. “Yeah that’s right, I’m dating your sister, punk! We’ve been making out for an hour now!”
“Eww! No!” Mabel covered her ears.
“Making out?!?” Dipper asked.
“…An hour…?” Wendy said.
“I’m, like, totally wigging out right now for some reason…” Tambry tweeted. “I can’t even.”
“Yeah, that’s right!” Robbie continued. “Just kissing! Kissing as much as we feel like, because it’s romance or true love or, like, whatever! How you like that, bub?!?”
“Robbie you stay away from my sister!!” Dipper snapped.
“Yeah, well it was her idea!” Robbie snapped back.
“WHAT?!?” Dipper repeated. “Mabel! Why would you do this?!?”
“Well… Uh… He was the hunkiest guy!” She smiled.
“Mabel, he’s 17! You’re 13!”
“Yeah?!? WELL! That’s kind of a weird thing for YOU to say given certain recent events and certain people who may very well be standing very close to you and hearing the words I’m saying right noooooow!”
“Leave me out of this.” The sound of Wendy’s voice walking away.
“GAH! Wendy!” Dipper gasped. “Mabel you can’t just say…! Look…! Yeah…! I…! Look…! Mabel look, you can’t date him! He’s a minor antagonist! He’s like… My nemesis! He’s a jerk!”
“You dated Pacifica and she’s kind of my nemesis jerk! But did I throw a hissy fit?”
“I thought you and her were cool now!”
“We are! I thought you and Robbie were cool now!”
“Mabel!”
“Dipper!”
“Mabel!”
“Dipper!”
“Stop yelling my name!”
“You stop yelling my name!”
“Why are you doing this?!?” He demanded.
“Because it’s funny and I’m an impulsive person and opposites attract and Robbie is an edgy jerk and I’m an adorable glitter angel so we’re attracted and plus he was also looking kind of glum this morning so I wanted to cheer him up and also because we both wanted to spite you just a little or maybe more than just a little so THERE!”
Dipper tried to follow her logic, but he wasn’t used to using that side of his brain so hard. Finally he sighed. “Mabel.” He said. “I need to talk with Robbie for a minute, and it might get a little rude. Give him the phone.”
“Oh… Kay…”
Robbie took it while Mabel covered her ears.
“Step away from the van.” Dipper told him. “Some privacy.”
Robbie got out, and took a few steps down the road. “What?” He growled at the younger man, once he was outside Mabel’s hearing range.
Dipper was silent for a few seconds, while he gathered his thoughts and calmed himself. Then he sighed. “Robbie.” He said, as calmly as he could. “What’s actually going on?”
“I’m going steady with your sister. Just like we told you, you nosy snot.”
“…No you’re not.”
“Oh… Oh yeah? How do you figure that then, genius?”
“Well.” Dipper said. “First of all, it takes more than hunkiness to attract her.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“…Okay. Fine. You’re right. It doesn’t. But… But she did set you up with Tambry last Summer, and she would never think of undoing her own twisted creation. And secondly: I’m thinking of how I left Mabel at home today when we went on our expedition… Same as how we did with you…”
“Oh really?” Robbie frowned, feigning ignorance. “Oh yeah… That’s right… You did, didn’t you?”
“And so I finally put two and two together.” Dipper said.
Robbie glared into the distance.
Dipper’s voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. “You went to the metal forest today.” He hissed. “When you did, was Mabel wearing armor?”
Robbie glanced back at the girl’s cotton sweater. “No…” He shrugged.
“AND.” Dipper said. “Were you armed with a deadly weapon?”
“No… What’s it to you?”
“Listen to me very closely.” Dipper growled. “Mabel is my sister. She means more than the world to me, and more than she ever will to you. Do you understand that?”
Robbie had never had a sister, but he began to get the idea.
“Now.” Dipper said. “You’re obviously not romantically involved at all, but the thing is: I wouldn’t really care, even if you were. You can date, you can hang out, you can even kiss, and I wouldn’t throw a fit. But. BUT. BUT. Robbie. If I ever again hear that you’ve accompanied my sister into danger, and haven’t protected her… I will find you. And I will beat you up.”
Robbie took this in. He knew the kid on the other end of the phone line, and he knew how small and wimpy he was. But right now, he heard the tone behind the child’s voice, and strangely, he believed him.
He nodded.
There was silence for a moment.
“We didn’t do anything dangerous.” Robbie finally said. “We didn’t go very far in, and didn’t see anything cool even. Your sister… Took pictures… And… Played with all the robots she could find. That’s it.”
“That’s it?”
Robbie glanced at the backpack full of stolen live samples. “That’s it.” He lied.
They were silent for a moment.
“Okay.” Dipper said.
Robbie sighed. “Look.” He said. “I gotta be honest with you kid, I can be a real jerk sometimes.”
“Yeah.” Dipper agreed. “You can.”
“You need to suck it up and deal with it.” Robbie told him. “This is the real world, not some kindergarten fairy tale where you deserve to be treated like a dainty little gentleman.”
“Yeah…” Dipper sighed. “…You know, I can be a real butt sometimes too.”
“Yep.” Robbie agreed. “I hate your guts and I want to pound a nail through your skull.”
“Yeah…” Dipper scoffed. “Grow a set and come at me then. And in the meantime? Shut up.”
“Yeah.” Robbie sighed.
They hated each other in silence for just a moment more.
“So…” Robbie said. “Are you and Wendy, like…?”
“Like what?”
“Dating, or whatever?”
“HUH?!? No!”
Robbie nodded. “Oh.”
Dipper considered this. “…Earlier.” He said. “When I brought up the hypnotizing thing, you said ‘the winners write the history books’… Is that what you meant? You thought I ‘won’ Wendy?”
“Well yeah…” Robbie said. “Didn’t you? I mean, kinda?”
“That’s not the way it works… At all. She yelled at me that night too, and… Told me I was too young, and… Yeah. We’re friends now.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Friends?”
“Friends.”
“Like… You sleeping with her?”
“Uh… Yeah, we slept in the hospital the other night. What does sleeping have to do with anything?”
“I mean--”
“OH! AGH!” Dipper realized. “DUDE! We’re not even married!”
The boy immediately hung up.
Robbie frowned down at the phone, then slouched back over to the van.
“Sooooooooo…” Mabel smiled expectantly, and took her hands away from her ears. “Is everything non-rude again?”
“Yeah.” Robbie growled.
“Did you both apologize and be cool? I mean, I want you to be happy and him to be happy and it would be too bad if he had a brother-in-law he couldn’t stand…?”
Robbie slammed the door a little too hard, and tossed Mabel her phone back. “We had a discussion.” Robbie said. “A heart-to-heart, the way guys do it. We’re cool now.” He stuck the transmission into gear, and started the engine again. “Now listen, kid. I have a girlfriend, and a concert tonight. So could you STOP with the phony romance thing and tell me where we’re going already?!?”
Mabel blinked her eyelashes slowly and adorably. “Phony…?? Was it really so phony, my love?”
“Where. Are. We. Going.”
“Alright alright…!” She giggled, and pulled out a map. “We’re going… Here! The woods by the Mystery Shack. There’s some… Equipment we need.”
“What kind of equipment?”
“Like, this sort of a… Cave. And it has tubes of… Cold? Yeah, tubes of cold. Big freezy-frozen tubes.”
Robbie searched his mind for some kind of translation. “You mean, like… Stasis tanks? Like a sci-fi game?” He clarified.
“Yeah, that’s it!” Mabel smiled. “Stasis tanks…”
“Hey Dipper!”
“What?” He put the phone away and stood up, eager to talk about literally anything else.
“I think I found the way in…” Wendy gestured to a small patch she’d cleared on the side of the ship’s hull. There appeared to be a circular seam in the glass surface, as if the section could slide open like a hatch. “But there’s something reeeeeeally weird going on here.” Wendy said. “Look at this…” She pointed to a certain part of the seam. There was a blackened burn mark, surrounding a place where the glass had been chipped. “It looks like somebody came through here and unlocked it for us…”
Dipper scratched his head, as he remembered seeing a similar blast mark on the male lion.
“You mean… There’s some kind of… Third party?” Dipper asked. “Something with laser beams?”
“Could be…” Wendy shrugged. “But something? Or someone?”
“Does… Does anybody else know that this forest is here?”
“Do they?” Wendy asked. “My dad knows, and my oldest brother, but that’s all… Who have you told?”
“…I don’t know…” Dipper ran through a mental list. “There’s… Mabel… Robbie… The Stans… And McGucket. I guess Soos and Melody too, but they’re… Oh, and I guess Bill knew ‘lots of things’ too, but we killed him…”
“Right… But does the government know about it? Or anybody who would use, like… Bombs? Or burning-hot death rays? Or…?”
“I don’t know…”
They glanced uncertainly about the surrounding trees. Of course they saw nothing, but that did little to calm their paranoia.
“Well…” Dipper looked back down at the vehicle. “Whoever broke this seal… Do you think they could still be inside?”
“No, they never opened it…” Wendy said. “See, in order to get a grip on this, I had to spend, like, half an hour cutting away vines and stuff. Plus there’s still plants growing across the seam, and undisturbed dirt. So all they did was get it started. They didn’t go in.”
“As if all they were doing is opening the way for us…”
“Almost like that, yeah…”
“…Think we should we go in?” Dipper asked uncertainly.
“I don’t know…” Wendy shook her head. “Should we?”
“Should we?”
“SHOULD WE?”
“Will we?”
“WILL WE?”
Dipper shrugged.
Wendy shrugged.
“Let’s go.”
“Why not?”
They got as good a grip as they could on the glass panel, and strained for all they were worth. Eventually something below them creaked, the surface shifted, and the left side of the seam spread apart by about half an inch.
A fine cloud of dust puffed up around the broken seal, and a few loosed clods of dirt tumbled down the dark crack, to thud and shatter on the floor below.
The teens put their fingers into the crack now, and Wendy braced against the other side with her boot, and they pushed and they pulled some more. The panel creaked and squeaked and eventually opened up to about 20 inches wide. Wide enough to fit through.
They paused to replace the rest of their armor, weapons, and protection. Wendy thumbed on her headlamp, and Dipper pulled out a flashlight.
They shined their beams down into the opening, and saw nothing but a small, round room.
Seemed harmless enough.
Wendy tied one of the metal vines around the trunk of a nearby tree, and then dropped the other end down the hole, so they could climb back up again once they were down there.
Dipper gripped the vine in his gloves, and lowered himself into the darkness, with Wendy right behind.
Their boots contacted the floor with a dull ringing noise, and raised 4 tiny clouds of fine dust.
The room was empty except for a few pipes and vents, and a cluster of confusing controls on one wall. Dipper opened the translation app on Ford’s tablet, and began to decipher the controls’ markings. “Outer door… Inner door…” He read. “Pressurize, depressurize… Emergency lockdown… Okay, it looks like we’re in the airlock right now… Maybe this will work?” He flipped a switch.
The airlock’s outer door hissed back shut above them, severing the vine and sealing them below.
Wendy scoffed. “If I had a nickel for every time I was locked in a tiny, dark airlock with you…” She mused. “I would have 2 nickels.”
“SORRY! Sorry, uh…” Dipper flipped the switch that said ‘inner door’.
The room suddenly sprang to life around them. The space reverberated with a shrill beep, and dim, turquoise lights flickered to life around the walls. An incomprehensible alien voice announced. “Stand clear of opening door!” In a language that was most certainly NOT English. And the wall next to the controls hissed and creaked open, and then everything immediately fell deathly silent.
In the larger room beyond, more turquoise lights came on. Only about a third of the lights were still working, and of these, about half were flickering on and off sporadically, like some cheap movie effect that the director threw in to make a place seem shabby, aged, and eerie… Well, it worked.
Dipper and Wendy stepped into this room slowly.
At first, it looked like the inside of a spaceship. There were a few flight seats beneath the dome in the ship’s center, surrounded by levers and controls. The room itself was circular like the ship, and there were computers, pipes, and cargo containers built into the walls.
But…
It wasn’t a ship.
There was a homemade bed tucked into one corner, its sheets tattered and pale. Something like a baby cradle sat next to it, and the two were separated by a curtain. On the other side of the room, pots and pans were stacked atop some manner of makeshift stove. Water pipes had been disconnected from the wall, and hooked directly into a shallow washbasin, which sat near the airlock. Wooden cabinets and chests were erected here and there, each one stacked with small items. Items like tools, utensils, bowls… Baskets… Photographs…
This wasn’t a ship.
Once, in some far departed time… This had been somebody’s home.
Wendy walked hesitantly over to one of the chests. It was made of alien metal wood instead of normal wood, but it wasn’t too heavy to pry open. Inside it, she found clothes. This one seemed like heavy pants, but too wide. That one looked like a light shirt, though too tall across the back. And these two must be socks… Right?
Dipper approached the bed. The bedframe was wood, but not earthly wood. The sheets were cloth, but not earthly cloth. The center of the mattress was stained with blood, but not earthly blood: oil and burn marks more like…
Wendy inspected a basket lying on a shelf. It was handwoven. Handwoven out of steel cables…
Dipper turned to the cabinet next to the bed, and picked up one of the small, framed pictures. It was blurry with dirt and grime, and almost entirely faded, but he was able to make out a faint silhouette: the shape of two people, standing together holding hands. One tall and wide, one short and wider… They had glowing red eyes…
He turned the photo over, and recognized the symbols.
Betty and Barney.
“Hey.” Dipper said.
“Huh?” Wendy turned toward him. “What?”
“Betty and Barney.” Dipper said. “They were… It looks like they were alien robots… I guess… I guess they lived here…?”
“Oh…” Wendy glanced at the bed, with its ‘blood’ stain. “So… What happened to them then?”
Without warning, the airlock door suddenly slammed shut, sealing them in the ship.
As one, they spun to face the door. Wendy pulled out her axe, and Dipper the magnet gun. They didn’t see anybody nearby who could have worked the controls, but that didn’t mean there was nobody there…
“Hey!” Dipper snapped. “Who’s that?!?”
“Yeah, come on out!” Wendy tried to help. “We just want to axe you a few questions…!”
“Ask.” Dipper corrected her.
“That’s what I said.”
“What you meant, maybe.”
“I meant what I said.”
“You said ‘axe’.”
“…I did?”
Suddenly, all the ship’s interior lights began to flicker and flash. Even the ones that had seemed fine before. Even Dipper and Wendy’s personal lights began to waver. Then, just to accompany the flashing, their walkie-talkies somehow turned themselves on, and began making scratchy, warbling noises. The sudden hubbub startled them both, and they found themselves back to back, with their weapons pointed in opposite directions.
“What’s going on?” Wendy asked.
“I don’t know!” Dipper said. Then he noticed something else: a few of the smaller items around the ship: the bowls, baskets, pictures and things on the cabinets, books and tools as well; all suddenly began to levitate. Then they began to accelerate, swirling around the room about chest level. “Maybe the ship’s coming back online?” Dipper guessed, as he ducked to the floor. “The gravity drive must have been engaged! Everything’s becoming weightless…!”
“Wait… No, no it’s not the ship!” Wendy ducked down low, to avoid a metal basket which would have hit her head. “I’ve seen this once before…”
“You what? Where?” Dipper frowned. “Oh… Wait…” He recalled a certain night spent in a convenience store… And a certain other night spent in a mansion. He looked down at Betty and Barney’s photograph, still clutched in his hands. The two silhouettes in the picture had vanished. “Oh.” He said. “Yeah… I’ve actually seen this twice before…”
They backed into a corner, and Dipper dumped out his backpack on the floor behind him. “Ghost stuff, ghost stuff…!” He muttered, and poked through the pile. He’d packed a magnet gun, a tablet, a radio tracker, a Geiger Counter, even a wrench set and a poster that said ‘this sentence is false’… “Dang it!” He hissed. “I packed all my sci-fi stuff today! Didn’t expect to run into magic…”
“So no ghost stuff at all?” Wendy frowned.
“No, no P.K.E. meter, no holy water, no silver mirrors…”
“Dang it!”
“Well. Guess we’re ghost-harassing the old-fashioned way then.” Dipper stood up suddenly, and removed his helmet. “Attention alien robot ghosts!” He bravely announced. (This was a string of words he never would have expected to say.) “We are human; native to this planet Earth!”
Wendy stood up too, and removed her own helmet. “We mean you and your kind no harm, and our intentions are honest!”
A small jar lifted off the floor, and accelerated right for Dipper’s head. He ducked just in time to save his skull. The jar shattered on the wall, and the broken fragments rained down around them.
One of the shards happened to scratch Wendy’s cheek. A single drop of blood fell from the wound, and dropped to the ground. Red, human blood.
As soon as the liquid touched the floor, all the lights in the ship suddenly turned off, all the levitating small items dropped suddenly and clattered to a stop on the floor, and their walkies fell silent.
“Ow.” Wendy said.
“What is it you want?!?” Dipper asked.
Then, at the other end of the room, a single computer screen winked to life; its soft blue glow the only light in the ship.
They hesitated for a moment, weighing their options. But, since there didn’t seem to be anything smarter to do, their curiosity won out and they cautiously crossed the room. Dipper picked up Ford’s tablet and the interface cord, and searched around the screen for a place to plug it in. Wendy glanced about the rest of the room, her eyes straying across the bed, kitchen, tub… All these relics of former life, now empty. Her eyes strayed over the walls too. The ship was haunted, and the invisible souls of the dead fixed her with their gaze. The souls of Betty and Barney?
Who were they?
Dipper found the terminal’s port, and plugged the tablet in. Its circuits thought for a brief moment, then began to spit out a long stream of text. Wendy bent down over his shoulder, and together they read…
-date: 13/20/2094-46’\
Hello.
My name is Ɖg@}Nᶌ.
As one of the survivors of the crash of colonial vessel 46.18’\, I am starting this journal to document our experiences on this planet. In the event that we are rescued, or survive long enough to reestablish contact, this log will serve as a record on our experiences. If you recover this and we’re not here to give it to you… Then I guess we’ve failed.
And this is our story.
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Oh man, don't give me any ideas of what these two could do with their own space ship. Seriously, they will go to their honeymoon on it!
Dipper, the little fellow, sneezes like a kitten and is easy to knock down. But you mess with his sister and he will rip your world a-f!cking-sunder!
Alien ghosts. ..............yeah okay, at this point why not?
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