How long had Dipper been sitting in that chair; an hour, maybe two or three? He'd lost track of time. In fact, he'd completely lost the ability to track time at all. The heavy, metal helmet clung tightly to his head, leaching away all his thoughts, memories, opinions, and his free will. Ford had hooked him up to that machine in the hopes of encrypting his thoughts and preventing Bill Cipher from entering Dipper's mind to control him. He did not account for Bill manifesting in the computer itself, and putting it to his own nefarious uses. It had been so subtle at first that Dipper didn't even notice it; he'd been watching his napping great uncle when he realized he could barely remember who the man was. Dipper would have called out or said something, but he found he'd lost the ability to form sentences. Soon after, he lost his ability to even form words. He'd been rendered mute by this machine that was intended to help him, but he'd lose much more than that in the hours to come. At this point, all Dipper had rolling around in that head of his were a few names and faces, and the continuous message that had been echoing in his skull non-stop.
" I'M STUPID. I'M STUPID. I'M STUPID."
Dipper mumbled something that sounded almost like words. A one-eyed triangle suddenly appeared on the screens behind him.
"HOW YA FEELING, PINE TREE?" asked a familiar voice. Dipper's mouth hung slack. Bill laughed. "JUST KIDDING, I KNOW YOU DON'T FEEL ANYTHING. YOUR EMOTIONS GOT SUCKED OUT AFTER ABOUT HALF AN HOUR."
Dipper's fingers twitched faintly, he briefly considered calling out to Ford for help.
"BOY OH BOY, I GOTTA HAND IT TO OLD SIXER," Bill continued, his image jumping from screen to screen to watch the boy. "BUILDING THIS MACHINE TO LOCK UP YOUR THOUGHTS? PRETTY SMART. TOO BAD IT FAILED. YOU GUYS WERE ALMOST WORTHY ADVERSARIES. BUT ALL GAMES HAVE TO COME TO AN END."
A deep robotic voice came from the machine. "Warning. Brain Drain 90% complete."
"WHOA, YOU HEAR THAT, PINE TREE? SOON YOUR MIND IS GOING TO BE COMPLETELY OPEN FOR ME TO USE. I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU ENJOY IT, TOO. MUST FEEL PRETTY GOOD TO HAVE NOTHING WEIGHING THAT MIND DOWN, HUH?"
Dipper smiled and babbled a weak response.
"I'VE BEEN LOOKING THROUGH ALL THE MEMORIES THAT YOU LOST, AND I'VE GOT EVERYTHING I NEED TO TAKE OVER YOUR DIMENSION. ONCE I GET MY-- I MEAN, YOUR HANDS ON THAT RIFT, WE'RE GONNA PAINT THIS HICK TOWN WEIRD. SO SIT BACK AND RELAX, AND TRY TO ENJOY THE LAST FEW THOUGHTS YOU HAVE LEFT."
He would have felt fear if Dipper only knew what it was. He just twitched and babbled.
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reupload?
Yeah, I remember this. This is the image I figured out what shota meant. Why’s it being reuploaded, Argonis?
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Yeah, I remember this. This is the image I figured out what shota meant. Why’s it being reuploaded, Argonis?
The original uploader did not want this post on there account so i re-uploaded it.
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Scraped this together.
How long had Dipper been sitting in that chair; an hour, maybe two or three? He'd lost track of time. In fact, he'd completely lost the ability to track time at all. The heavy, metal helmet clung tightly to his head, leaching away all his thoughts, memories, opinions, and his free will. Ford had hooked him up to that machine in the hopes of encrypting his thoughts and preventing Bill Cipher from entering Dipper's mind to control him. He did not account for Bill manifesting in the computer itself, and putting it to his own nefarious uses. It had been so subtle at first that Dipper didn't even notice it; he'd been watching his napping great uncle when he realized he could barely remember who the man was. Dipper would have called out or said something, but he found he'd lost the ability to form sentences. Soon after, he lost his ability to even form words. He'd been rendered mute by this machine that was intended to help him, but he'd lose much more than that in the hours to come. At this point, all Dipper had rolling around in that head of his were a few names and faces, and the continuous message that had been echoing in his skull non-stop.
" I'M STUPID. I'M STUPID. I'M STUPID."
Dipper mumbled something that sounded almost like words. A one-eyed triangle suddenly appeared on the screens behind him.
"HOW YA FEELING, PINE TREE?" asked a familiar voice. Dipper's mouth hung slack. Bill laughed. "JUST KIDDING, I KNOW YOU DON'T FEEL ANYTHING. YOUR EMOTIONS GOT SUCKED OUT AFTER ABOUT HALF AN HOUR."
Dipper's fingers twitched faintly, he briefly considered calling out to Ford for help.
"BOY OH BOY, I GOTTA HAND IT TO OLD SIXER," Bill continued, his image jumping from screen to screen to watch the boy. "BUILDING THIS MACHINE TO LOCK UP YOUR THOUGHTS? PRETTY SMART. TOO BAD IT FAILED. YOU GUYS WERE ALMOST WORTHY ADVERSARIES. BUT ALL GAMES HAVE TO COME TO AN END."
A deep robotic voice came from the machine. "Warning. Brain Drain 90% complete."
"WHOA, YOU HEAR THAT, PINE TREE? SOON YOUR MIND IS GOING TO BE COMPLETELY OPEN FOR ME TO USE. I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU ENJOY IT, TOO. MUST FEEL PRETTY GOOD TO HAVE NOTHING WEIGHING THAT MIND DOWN, HUH?"
Dipper smiled and babbled a weak response.
"I'VE BEEN LOOKING THROUGH ALL THE MEMORIES THAT YOU LOST, AND I'VE GOT EVERYTHING I NEED TO TAKE OVER YOUR DIMENSION. ONCE I GET MY-- I MEAN, YOUR HANDS ON THAT RIFT, WE'RE GONNA PAINT THIS HICK TOWN WEIRD. SO SIT BACK AND RELAX, AND TRY TO ENJOY THE LAST FEW THOUGHTS YOU HAVE LEFT."
He would have felt fear if Dipper only knew what it was. He just twitched and babbled.
"Brain Drain 91% complete..."