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[reverse-pines-twins]

*She squints at them suspiciously, lifting her hand to reach out for them...*

*And then lets it fall again, apparently not willing to risk pushing Choco for answers.*

Alright, if you're sure you're fine. Just- I've patched up myself and my brother enough times to know my way around a first aid kit. Don't... don't hesitate to ask for help, I guess.

*She goes to flip her hair and misses, her hand going through the space between her new haircut and her shoulder.*

Well, if you're fine then, I guess that's all I wanted? To, like, thank you for beating up Stan and to make sure you didn't, like die. Oh!

*She pulls a note out of her pocket and holds it out to Choco.*

If he ever tries to run you out of town or there's anything me and Mason can do, call this number. We'll do all we can to help. Magic and money goes a long way when you're in trouble, after all.

*There's a firm knock on the door from one overexcited Mabel "Belle" Pines, her outfit messier and her hair noticibly shorter and greyer than normal. She's not even dressed up for a show, just wearing a loose blazer over a random shirt and a skirt.*

Hey! Are you home?

-- @reverse-pines-twins

*They open the door and Bella, they smile*

Hello! Do you need anything? You look different - it's a nice outfit

[reverse-pines-twins]

What, us?

*She laughs.*

Oh, you're honestly too kind getting mad over us. But please, don't sacrifice yourself just to punch a jerkwad who hurt us in the face. Despite my brother's... speech the other day, we're honestly capable of taking care of ourselves! And it's not like I haven't done similar stuff.

*She smiles brightly.*

I wouldn't have gone to therapy if I hadn't had a history of violent behavior already, after all!

*Her face relaxes into something more solemn.*

In all seriousness, are you alright? I know Stan well enough to know that he can do some serious damage, and I'd hate for you to be hurt.

*There's a firm knock on the door from one overexcited Mabel "Belle" Pines, her outfit messier and her hair noticibly shorter and greyer than normal. She's not even dressed up for a show, just wearing a loose blazer over a random shirt and a skirt.*

Hey! Are you home?

-- @reverse-pines-twins

*They open the door and Bella, they smile*

Hello! Do you need anything? You look different - it's a nice outfit

[reverse-pines-twins]

*She snickers.*

Well, if it was crimes, I won't tell if you won't!

*She winks playfully, and then her face softens as she takes the bracelets. She slides the bracelet she's already wearing up her arm and slides the new one on, a real, gentle smile on her face.*

They're wonderful, Pacifica. Really.

*She looks up from her wrist to turn that same, absurdly sweet smile on Pacifica.*

I think we'd both love anything you made us, Paz. Because it's you making it. And you're our best friend. But the fact that it's something we can keep on us at all times, something handmade and clearly with so much intent behind it, it's just so sweet. So yes, Paz, we do actually like them. Honestly, thank you so, so much.

"BELLE. MABEL. GIRLFIREND LOOK WHAT I GOT"

@gleeful-northwest-fam

Paz! Heya bestie! What's up? Tell me right now, bestie.

[reverse-pines-twins]

Sev'ral Timez? Like. Like the Sev'ral Timez???

*She squeals and leans forward, her eyes sparking.*

Paz, the expensive tickets are supposed to be our job! How did you even find these, you beautiful genius, you? Ooooh, I could just hug you to death!

*She laughs, hugs Pacifica, and leans back.*

Seriously, Pacifica, that's awesome.

*She lights up in a blush and hides her own friendship bracelet - hanging on her wrist - behind her back.*

Did he? Ahaha, I wouldn't know anything about thaaaat.

*She whistles very conspicuously, somewhat resembling a character in a sitcom trying to look not suspicious and looking more suspicious in the process.*

*... Come to think of it, it's probably a bit. She's smiling and holding back a giggle.*

"BELLE. MABEL. GIRLFIREND LOOK WHAT I GOT"

@gleeful-northwest-fam

Paz! Heya bestie! What's up? Tell me right now, bestie.

[reverse-pines-twins]

"BELLE. MABEL. GIRLFIREND LOOK WHAT I GOT"

@gleeful-northwest-fam

Paz! Heya bestie! What's up? Tell me right now, bestie.

[reverse-pines-twins]

*She steps in awkwardly, freezes when she sees them sign sorry, and then laughs.*

Sorry? Sorry?

*She exhales sharply.*

I came here to thank you but then I realized you probably weren't gonna be very happy about that. You did us a favor, really! I know I've got a bit of a temper, but I'd never have the guts to punch that guy! And lets be real - whatever he did to piss you off, Stan probably had it coming.

*There's a firm knock on the door from one overexcited Mabel "Belle" Pines, her outfit messier and her hair noticibly shorter and greyer than normal. She's not even dressed up for a show, just wearing a loose blazer over a random shirt and a skirt.*

Hey! Are you home?

-- @reverse-pines-twins

*They open the door and Bella, they smile*

Hello! Do you need anything? You look different - it's a nice outfit

[reverse-pines-twins]

*She looks at them in shock for a solid second.*

Uh, in? Like your house? I...

*She shakes her head.*

Yeah, sure, your house is lovely and you're a lovely host, I-

*She cuts herself off, seeming to realize what she's even doing here. She seems unable to keep talking. Instead, she nods, embarrassed.*

*There's a firm knock on the door from one overexcited Mabel "Belle" Pines, her outfit messier and her hair noticibly shorter and greyer than normal. She's not even dressed up for a show, just wearing a loose blazer over a random shirt and a skirt.*

Hey! Are you home?

-- @reverse-pines-twins

*They open the door and Bella, they smile*

Hello! Do you need anything? You look different - it's a nice outfit

[reverse-pines-twins]

Hi Choco nice to see you thanks for the compliment I made it myself other than my hair which my brother singed off who cares.

*She's talking super fast and she runs a hand through her frizzy hair.*

I don't talk to our Great Uncles because they suck and they hate us and whatever because we hate them too but I do listen to gossip around town because what is a media personality if she's not always listening, right? Anyways!

*She claps her hands together and adopts a serious expression.*

I heard you punched my great Uncle Stan. Did you punch Stan.

*There's a firm knock on the door from one overexcited Mabel "Belle" Pines, her outfit messier and her hair noticibly shorter and greyer than normal. She's not even dressed up for a show, just wearing a loose blazer over a random shirt and a skirt.*

Hey! Are you home?

-- @reverse-pines-twins

*They open the door and Bella, they smile*

Hello! Do you need anything? You look different - it's a nice outfit

[reverse-pines-twins]

Aw, how cute that you think I couldn't take care of a few little zombies! I know more than simple stage tricks, Gideon.

*His singsong slips a little closer to threatening at the end then he intends, or even realizes. He's still smiling like he spoke in a completely normal tone of voice, even if he decidedly didn't.*

*It's been a while since there's been a present dropped off for Pacifica. Beau Pines is here to fix that, lugging a giant present up to the door. It's full of a bunch of things and covered with a blanket to protect it from the elements. It's also raining, because I cannot resist something a bit dramatic. He looks dead on his feet, for the lack of a more elegant phrase. His hair is a mess and his shirt is torn. He drops the package at the door and waits a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, rainwater running down his face.*

-- @gleeful-northwest-fam

The moment the package hit the floor and Beau thought he was free to leave, the door creaked open

It was only enough to show the eye- but how could Beau ever forget that odd eye with two pupils in the middle of the shadows?

"I thought he already..."

That eye shifted downwards, inmediatly shifting into a gaze of disdain before opening the door to fully show its owner

"I thought I had made myself clear last time, Pines" his voice was firm- though not all that angry in tone. Kind of like a teacher lecturing a student, rather than the unfordimable force he had presented himself as last time

[reverse-pines-twins]

*A letter shows up at the door from an unlabeled multiversal source. The handwriting is shaky, like the person writing it is struggling to see or something.*

Hello, other universe's Mabel. This is Beau Pines. I regret to inform you that my sister, Belle, and I will be... unable to attend your party due to some unforeseen circumstances. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. I hope your party goes well. Tell our Paz we said hi.

From,

@reverse-pines-twins

(Hey, mod here! So sorry to cancel on you at the last second but I did not draw them costumes in time and then there was a whole thing going on with the twins and it would really be weird to bring that disaster to the party, also I run like. Five other blogs. And all of them have been invited and I don't want to be too much of the party. Sorry for canceling, though!)

aww, shucks! welp, maybe I'll see em another time :P (hiya!! AND NO WORRIES :3 would love to see whoever else shows up :D also dw about having to draw them in costume lmao the costumes just need to be known. excited to see ur other blogs at the party tho >:D)

[reverse-pines-twins]

*He scoffs and flips his hand dismissively.*

Frustrated doesn't even begin to cover it. The Gleeful kid's been on my nerves for a while at this point. But what you're proposing seems to be a timeloop of some sort, unless I'm mistaken? And I'm assuming my sister isn't involved. Perhaps for the better, honestly.

*He pauses and leans back.*

What do I even call you? If I'm 'stardust', then what in the world would I call you in return?

That night, when Mason fell asleep, instead of being met with the inky black of a dreamless sleep, or plaguing nightmares, swirling around in his mind- He found himself somewhere.. Strange.

It was a forest, surely. Or, at least, that's what it wanted to be. But something was wrong. The trees seemed to fade into the grass, twisting gnarled roots ending where the blades began. All the color was gone, like all the life had been sucked out of this,, Oddly familiar .. Realm? That's what it had to be. Something parallel to the waking world. An almost perfect copy. But the copy was rotting- Mason could tell. While you aren't supposed to smell in dreams- Nor are you supposed to know they ARE dreams- The faint scent of decayed flesh and tree roots lingered in his nostrils. Some exploration gave way to the discovery of the occasional blocks of static where more trees should have stood, burnt trees with ashes falling from their bark, specks of blue standing out where the sparks of the fire still simmered. This place seemed subject to change at any moment, as trees and other flora would flicker in and out of existence, bend and snap into unnatural shapes. Simply standing in one place for too long made him feel slightly sick, even.

And after a while of wandering aimlessly, a star- Glimmering a light blue- Came across his vision, shining in the distance. It seemed to hover above a rock (in the perfect shape for sitting on) in a clearing just up ahead. When Mason neared it, it flashed in a bright beam, almost blinding in it's brilliance. A quick recovery revealed that a faintly glowing humanoid figure had replaced it, glowing the same blue as the star. The figure perched itself atop the rock, one leg over the other in a formal manner. It was too far away to make out details, but it all felt very familiar. Uncannily so.

Suddenly, Mason was being pushed forward, towards this figure. Pairs of floating white hands were all nudging him forward, not grabbing at him, but rather shoving him gently, the way you would a dog that doesn't want to go to the vet- Taking care not to push too hard, but not hesitating once either. Inch by inch, he was (forcibly) guided, leading him to be face to face with himself.

" Hey, Stardust~. " - @aburningpinetree

*To put it lightly, he was Not Happy. He was already having a bad day before he went to bed - that little prick Gideon and his family had made everything bad - and Mabel had another one of her... outbursts right before bed. Luckily he had been able to calm her down, but he already wasn't really having a good time. So this dream? Yeah, he was not having that. A part of him idly wondered if it was possible to ice out the dream, freeze it completely - maybe so he'd wake up and maybe so he'd at least get rid of that horrid rotting smell. He got enough of bad smells in this hick town, thank you very much.*

*So when he was shoved by magic hands towards some strange figure that he was trying his absolute best not to think too hard about, he reacted as any normal, completely sane person would - he started thrashing and trying to get away from the hands. Which went. About as well as expected. Which is to say not at all.*

*He takes one look at the figure and instantly denies everything he sees. Because that can't be a version of himself. He knows there are other versions of him floating around the multiverse and all, but he's still a man - well, technically a twelve year old - of science and reason despite the magic.*

Is this your doing? The dream? Why in the world would you pull something like this. What's your motive?

[reverse-pines-twins]

*He wipes off the makeup on his face, humming like he's debating it.*

Oh, maybe. I'm rather good with makeup, actually. I mean, who do you think does Mabel's eyeshadow? She'd get it all in her eyes and all over her clothes. What do you say, Gleeful? Want some bright makeup? I think a nice pastel blue is just your color.

*He snickers.*

*It's been a while since there's been a present dropped off for Pacifica. Beau Pines is here to fix that, lugging a giant present up to the door. It's full of a bunch of things and covered with a blanket to protect it from the elements. It's also raining, because I cannot resist something a bit dramatic. He looks dead on his feet, for the lack of a more elegant phrase. His hair is a mess and his shirt is torn. He drops the package at the door and waits a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, rainwater running down his face.*

-- @gleeful-northwest-fam

The moment the package hit the floor and Beau thought he was free to leave, the door creaked open

It was only enough to show the eye- but how could Beau ever forget that odd eye with two pupils in the middle of the shadows?

"I thought he already..."

That eye shifted downwards, inmediatly shifting into a gaze of disdain before opening the door to fully show its owner

"I thought I had made myself clear last time, Pines" his voice was firm- though not all that angry in tone. Kind of like a teacher lecturing a student, rather than the unfordimable force he had presented himself as last time

[reverse-pines-twins]

*He laughs as they bicker, tapping his legs in a brief, repetitive pattern.*

You're assuming I don't wear hairspray already, Gleeful! My hair's usually so slicked back it's more like a helmet. Plus makeup isn't that bad once you get used to the feeling.

*He licks the pad of his finger and rubs directly below his eye. Some eyeliner comes off.*

See? Not that bad. You didn't even notice I was wearing any, did you, Gl- Gideon?

*His voice is more light-hearted and teasing than it's been all day. Really then it's been in far too long.*

*And then he's tilting to the side under the weight of the blankets and plushies and all. It's comical, especially with the undignified noise he makes - somewhere between a cat someone dumped a bucket of water on and a pig who just found a particularly tasty piece of food.*

*It's been a while since there's been a present dropped off for Pacifica. Beau Pines is here to fix that, lugging a giant present up to the door. It's full of a bunch of things and covered with a blanket to protect it from the elements. It's also raining, because I cannot resist something a bit dramatic. He looks dead on his feet, for the lack of a more elegant phrase. His hair is a mess and his shirt is torn. He drops the package at the door and waits a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, rainwater running down his face.*

-- @gleeful-northwest-fam

The moment the package hit the floor and Beau thought he was free to leave, the door creaked open

It was only enough to show the eye- but how could Beau ever forget that odd eye with two pupils in the middle of the shadows?

"I thought he already..."

That eye shifted downwards, inmediatly shifting into a gaze of disdain before opening the door to fully show its owner

"I thought I had made myself clear last time, Pines" his voice was firm- though not all that angry in tone. Kind of like a teacher lecturing a student, rather than the unfordimable force he had presented himself as last time

[reverse-pines-twins]

Paz-!

*He makes a squeak and clings a little tighter to her, closing his eyes as she runs up the stairs. When she kicks open the door, he waits another few seconds and then slowly opens his eyes to see the terrified Gideon.*

Uh. H. Hi?

*He clears his throat.*

I mean, hey, Gleeful. Get spooked.

*It's been a while since there's been a present dropped off for Pacifica. Beau Pines is here to fix that, lugging a giant present up to the door. It's full of a bunch of things and covered with a blanket to protect it from the elements. It's also raining, because I cannot resist something a bit dramatic. He looks dead on his feet, for the lack of a more elegant phrase. His hair is a mess and his shirt is torn. He drops the package at the door and waits a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, rainwater running down his face.*

-- @gleeful-northwest-fam

The moment the package hit the floor and Beau thought he was free to leave, the door creaked open

It was only enough to show the eye- but how could Beau ever forget that odd eye with two pupils in the middle of the shadows?

"I thought he already..."

That eye shifted downwards, inmediatly shifting into a gaze of disdain before opening the door to fully show its owner

"I thought I had made myself clear last time, Pines" his voice was firm- though not all that angry in tone. Kind of like a teacher lecturing a student, rather than the unfordimable force he had presented himself as last time

[reverse-pines-twins]

Alright, if you're sure.

*He rolls his eyes and slowly climbs onto her back, wincing as he does. He adjusts and takes a few seconds to catch his breath, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Then he lifts his head.*

Is that good? Do- do you want me to move? Are you gonna be okay?

*It's been a while since there's been a present dropped off for Pacifica. Beau Pines is here to fix that, lugging a giant present up to the door. It's full of a bunch of things and covered with a blanket to protect it from the elements. It's also raining, because I cannot resist something a bit dramatic. He looks dead on his feet, for the lack of a more elegant phrase. His hair is a mess and his shirt is torn. He drops the package at the door and waits a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, rainwater running down his face.*

-- @gleeful-northwest-fam

The moment the package hit the floor and Beau thought he was free to leave, the door creaked open

It was only enough to show the eye- but how could Beau ever forget that odd eye with two pupils in the middle of the shadows?

"I thought he already..."

That eye shifted downwards, inmediatly shifting into a gaze of disdain before opening the door to fully show its owner

"I thought I had made myself clear last time, Pines" his voice was firm- though not all that angry in tone. Kind of like a teacher lecturing a student, rather than the unfordimable force he had presented himself as last time

[reverse-pines-twins]

*He laughs, his voice surprisingly light and clear despite the pain. The effort makes him clutch his ribs for a second but other than that, he doesn't respond. It doesn't seem like he even notices the little interaction between Preston and Bud.*

Paz, I'm taller than you. How do you know you could even take my weight? Although it would be pretty funny to scare Gideon.

*It's been a while since there's been a present dropped off for Pacifica. Beau Pines is here to fix that, lugging a giant present up to the door. It's full of a bunch of things and covered with a blanket to protect it from the elements. It's also raining, because I cannot resist something a bit dramatic. He looks dead on his feet, for the lack of a more elegant phrase. His hair is a mess and his shirt is torn. He drops the package at the door and waits a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, rainwater running down his face.*

-- @gleeful-northwest-fam

The moment the package hit the floor and Beau thought he was free to leave, the door creaked open

It was only enough to show the eye- but how could Beau ever forget that odd eye with two pupils in the middle of the shadows?

"I thought he already..."

That eye shifted downwards, inmediatly shifting into a gaze of disdain before opening the door to fully show its owner

"I thought I had made myself clear last time, Pines" his voice was firm- though not all that angry in tone. Kind of like a teacher lecturing a student, rather than the unfordimable force he had presented himself as last time

[reverse-pines-twins]

*He watches Gideon leave and nods once.*

Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Paz. Let's go.

*He tries to let go of her, stumbles, nearly falls, and then gets back up.*

I'm, uh, I'm not sure I can get to the room though. Do you mind, uh, helping me?

*His voice cracks on the last words. He shrugs and gives a weak smile, hoping he looks more put-together than he feels and knowing he doesn't. He makes that odd gesture like he's trying to hide his face again and fails.*

*It's been a while since there's been a present dropped off for Pacifica. Beau Pines is here to fix that, lugging a giant present up to the door. It's full of a bunch of things and covered with a blanket to protect it from the elements. It's also raining, because I cannot resist something a bit dramatic. He looks dead on his feet, for the lack of a more elegant phrase. His hair is a mess and his shirt is torn. He drops the package at the door and waits a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, rainwater running down his face.*

-- @gleeful-northwest-fam

The moment the package hit the floor and Beau thought he was free to leave, the door creaked open

It was only enough to show the eye- but how could Beau ever forget that odd eye with two pupils in the middle of the shadows?

"I thought he already..."

That eye shifted downwards, inmediatly shifting into a gaze of disdain before opening the door to fully show its owner

"I thought I had made myself clear last time, Pines" his voice was firm- though not all that angry in tone. Kind of like a teacher lecturing a student, rather than the unfordimable force he had presented himself as last time