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legionworld2016-09-14 10:53 pm
captainbuzzkill) wrote in legionworld2016-09-14 10:53 pm
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[closed] little Dipper what a dream / held his hand and made him scream
Who| Closed to Mabel and Dipper
What| Dipper has nightmares and tells Mabel about being a Yellow Lantern
Where| Dipper and Mabel's Crew Quarters
When| After the ambush
Warnings/Notes| sad children in snow? mental health stuff, also maybe disturbing dream imagery
The setup in Mabel and Dipper's shared quarters was pretty great. They had a giant suite to run around in, which meant as soon as they collected enough future junk they'd be able to make an epic mini-golf course. They had their own kitchen, which was already an ice cream and candy-covered mess (although the floor was kept impeccably clean by Waddles eating off of it). They even had their own giant, wall-sized TV.
They also still shared a room, but all they had to do was push a button and a big divider rose up in the middle of the room, letting them each have their own half. Dipper planned on slamming the button with reckless abandon the next time Mabel threw a slumber party with whatever new girlfriends she inevitably made, but he liked that they could leave the divider down the rest of the time. Neither of them were entirely ready to give up sharing a room yet, and after Weirdmageddon, all the scary stuff they'd dealt with, and the thing with the yellow Lanterns, it just made Dipper feel more secure having his sister so close by when he slept.
The downside to that was if he wanted to hide the fact he was having bad dreams, he didn't stand a chance.
This was hardly the first time he'd had a nightmare -- he'd started having lots of bad dreams back in Gravity Falls, as things had gotten scarier and scarier, and Weirdmadegeddon had brought them to a fever pitch that only cooled down a little as the summer had drawn to an end. But what the yellow Lanterns had done to his brain made the nightmares worse than ever. The telepaths had warned him that after his treatments, his mind sorting everything out and processing it all would likely lead to strange and terrifying dreams, and they hadn't been lying.
Still, this was the first nightmare since Mabel had arrived in the Legion's universe that was bad enough that it got him talking in his sleep.
"No..."
In the dream, he was a doll -- a puppet, like Bill had made him into the one time -- pinned down by tentacles and clawed hands and other appendages, surrounded by the toothy, horrifying faces of the yellows. Romat-Ru was there, using his yellow ring to create a giant knife that was plucking at his stitches, making his stuffing fall out. It spilled out of him in wads of red yarn.
"Stop! Stop! Let go! Let me go!"
Then he realized that the Yellow Lantern wasn't just trying to pull him apart. His right hand was stitched to the hand of another doll.
"Dipper? Dipper, what's happening?" his sister called out in the dream, and Dipper craned his neck and caught sight of long, brown, yarn hair.
They were trying to rip them apart and Dipper inherently understood somehow that if they succeeded he'd never see Mabel again.
"Stop! You can't take her away!"
He tried to hold onto his sister's hand but the last of the stitches were ripped out and Mabel screamed as she was ripped away from him. The red yarn was still stuck to her, though, and as the yellows dragged her away, all of his stuffing was pulled out through his arm, leaving his insides empty, making his puppet body deflate and go flat.
"Mabel! Mabel! Let go of her!" The yellows hoisted him up but he couldn't see her anymore. "Where did you take her? Mabel!"
"It doesn't matter where she went," said Sinestro, floating before him. "The only thing that matters is that you. Belong. With us. You're deluded if you think you can escape the yellow light."
The yellows dragged his deflated body along the ground and underneath him, as they dragged him to the edge of a massive pit, he saw the twisted marker drawings he'd put on his Medbay walls when he was at his most broken. Down below, in the pit, was a giant yellow fire, bright and all-consuming. Tears dropped from his flat eyes like little pieces of clear glass and they turned yellow and shattered before they even hit the flames.
Hal stood next to the pit, arms crossed, his body wrapped in that gross yellow monster that he'd briefly made as a construct with his yellow ring.
"Hal, help me!"
"Sorry, kiddo," Hal said, with a hapless shrug. "Can't do anything without a plan. And you know how I feel about those."
Then the yellows threw Dipper into the pit of fire. As he fell, the fire started to lick at the edges of his cloth body, and he suddenly realized that the yellow fire had a form. It had a shape. He gasped as he saw the shape more clearly -- a triangle with burning edges and a bright circle, an eye, burning even brighter in its center. Familiar terrifying laughter echoed around him, growing louder and louder as he fell faster and faster. The air got hotter and hotter, and all Dipper could do in the face of it all was scream and hope the end would come quickly.
In the real world, Dipper had started muttering in his sleep, getting progressively louder and louder as the dream went on, until he was just outright screaming and thrashing in his bed.
What| Dipper has nightmares and tells Mabel about being a Yellow Lantern
Where| Dipper and Mabel's Crew Quarters
When| After the ambush
Warnings/Notes| sad children in snow? mental health stuff, also maybe disturbing dream imagery
The setup in Mabel and Dipper's shared quarters was pretty great. They had a giant suite to run around in, which meant as soon as they collected enough future junk they'd be able to make an epic mini-golf course. They had their own kitchen, which was already an ice cream and candy-covered mess (although the floor was kept impeccably clean by Waddles eating off of it). They even had their own giant, wall-sized TV.
They also still shared a room, but all they had to do was push a button and a big divider rose up in the middle of the room, letting them each have their own half. Dipper planned on slamming the button with reckless abandon the next time Mabel threw a slumber party with whatever new girlfriends she inevitably made, but he liked that they could leave the divider down the rest of the time. Neither of them were entirely ready to give up sharing a room yet, and after Weirdmageddon, all the scary stuff they'd dealt with, and the thing with the yellow Lanterns, it just made Dipper feel more secure having his sister so close by when he slept.
The downside to that was if he wanted to hide the fact he was having bad dreams, he didn't stand a chance.
This was hardly the first time he'd had a nightmare -- he'd started having lots of bad dreams back in Gravity Falls, as things had gotten scarier and scarier, and Weirdmadegeddon had brought them to a fever pitch that only cooled down a little as the summer had drawn to an end. But what the yellow Lanterns had done to his brain made the nightmares worse than ever. The telepaths had warned him that after his treatments, his mind sorting everything out and processing it all would likely lead to strange and terrifying dreams, and they hadn't been lying.
Still, this was the first nightmare since Mabel had arrived in the Legion's universe that was bad enough that it got him talking in his sleep.
"No..."
In the dream, he was a doll -- a puppet, like Bill had made him into the one time -- pinned down by tentacles and clawed hands and other appendages, surrounded by the toothy, horrifying faces of the yellows. Romat-Ru was there, using his yellow ring to create a giant knife that was plucking at his stitches, making his stuffing fall out. It spilled out of him in wads of red yarn.
"Stop! Stop! Let go! Let me go!"
Then he realized that the Yellow Lantern wasn't just trying to pull him apart. His right hand was stitched to the hand of another doll.
"Dipper? Dipper, what's happening?" his sister called out in the dream, and Dipper craned his neck and caught sight of long, brown, yarn hair.
They were trying to rip them apart and Dipper inherently understood somehow that if they succeeded he'd never see Mabel again.
"Stop! You can't take her away!"
He tried to hold onto his sister's hand but the last of the stitches were ripped out and Mabel screamed as she was ripped away from him. The red yarn was still stuck to her, though, and as the yellows dragged her away, all of his stuffing was pulled out through his arm, leaving his insides empty, making his puppet body deflate and go flat.
"Mabel! Mabel! Let go of her!" The yellows hoisted him up but he couldn't see her anymore. "Where did you take her? Mabel!"
"It doesn't matter where she went," said Sinestro, floating before him. "The only thing that matters is that you. Belong. With us. You're deluded if you think you can escape the yellow light."
The yellows dragged his deflated body along the ground and underneath him, as they dragged him to the edge of a massive pit, he saw the twisted marker drawings he'd put on his Medbay walls when he was at his most broken. Down below, in the pit, was a giant yellow fire, bright and all-consuming. Tears dropped from his flat eyes like little pieces of clear glass and they turned yellow and shattered before they even hit the flames.
Hal stood next to the pit, arms crossed, his body wrapped in that gross yellow monster that he'd briefly made as a construct with his yellow ring.
"Hal, help me!"
"Sorry, kiddo," Hal said, with a hapless shrug. "Can't do anything without a plan. And you know how I feel about those."
Then the yellows threw Dipper into the pit of fire. As he fell, the fire started to lick at the edges of his cloth body, and he suddenly realized that the yellow fire had a form. It had a shape. He gasped as he saw the shape more clearly -- a triangle with burning edges and a bright circle, an eye, burning even brighter in its center. Familiar terrifying laughter echoed around him, growing louder and louder as he fell faster and faster. The air got hotter and hotter, and all Dipper could do in the face of it all was scream and hope the end would come quickly.
In the real world, Dipper had started muttering in his sleep, getting progressively louder and louder as the dream went on, until he was just outright screaming and thrashing in his bed.