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martinys-world · 1 year

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The Girl (2)

so chapter 2 is out. please let me know what you think in comments. the drawing took the longest. also because the movie is new at the time of typing this. I was stuggling with doing all of this by mermory --love you all

“SLIVER! Wake up dog.”

I launch forward. Breathing heavily. Feeling my surroundings soft floor. Car windows in front of me. I am on earth I am in reeks car, in the Back seat.

“You look like you were going to mess someone up.”

Now I am differently on earth.

“Hey reek.”

I slowly climbed out of the backseat of his car. There was no way I was going back to sleep any time soon.

“Are you fighting that monster again.”

“Yea something like that.”

Monster was the excuse I used to when I toss and turn. No one ask anything more. I pulled out my two bags. They were basically my lifelines. A mini purse backpack I put around my waist. While the black and green on was on my back. I got to do a lot today.

“Thanks for letting me crash in the back seat.”

I was shaking my head getting the bed rest hair gone.

“No problem. You help me more than I can ask for it’s the least I can do.”

“Either way thanks and call me if you need me.”

“Hey before you run off will you be okay. I have seen you toss and turn in your sleep and beating up those “monsters” before, But not like this.”

“I mean it one of those dreams where it seems like a memory but it’s not.”

“what’s the memory?”

“I don’t know, it wasn’t being clear.”

My watch began beeping.

“I’m going to be late. I got to go.”

“Hey, be careful and No more disappearing without a word.”

“I’ll try, can’t promise.”

Someone holding a bag of apples when one apple began falling to the ground. I put my knee out and let it bounce back. In the bag. Putting the ear buds in my ear so I can dim the world around me. I pulled random granola bar out my purse. I need something in my stomach, Or I will be the monster in real life. This will have to do. Substation was my fast possible route to get to where I am needed. The subway gets me a moment to write in my journal. I always wrote in something, ever since I little I would wright anything that was worth remembering. That not the first time I dream about something like that. but this is the first time interacting with the environment.

These dreams play out like a movie. I was always on the side just watching everything unfold. like people do in a theater. most of the dreams that I do remember are fragments. I had one were two lover’s kisses. I had one where a farther is knocking down his daughter. There are too many that I remember. my mine can't remember the last time a thing like this happens. This is diffidently first time some being has died.

Why did he say midnight. Who midnight I am sliver and no one else. After sitting in a spot that was safe as you could be. I open my big bag and pull out a notebook the said ‘I need space’ and it had a galaxy in space background. It a sketch book but I write and draw in it. a ton of people have called it many names. Reek called it a journal before. I had many people call it my dairy. Buster jokingly said before it my evil planner. Yea right buster. I can't hurt a fly even If I wanted to. In a way It’s a journal of me. my life, people I meet, my dreams. I hope this journal shows that I was not perfect. I am human just like everyone else.

After going to a blank page. I was sketching the whole dream; the face of the ape was first thing that came to mind. The sequence was mushy, but I did my best on all the important parts.

Above the guy that won the battle. I wrote scrouge in big sharp letter. Underneath him. I wrote bad guy with a question mark. Because to everyone can be a bad guy to a family like scourge could be bad to just this ape and his family. Then have no fire with me. I have a feeling that not the case. it a possibility can't full rule out the. ‘Proven until guilty’ what the cops say. Above the ape I wrote Apeling. Leader of the maximal.

Why did I write that and why did that feel right. Who are the maximal? Confusion filled my brain with how I know any of this. Let alone where did these works come from?

“You will know soon.” A whisper came from my left. there was no one there when I turn my head. the seat was completely empty and there was no one behind me that could be close enough to say it.

“Next stop Broadway Ave. “

Closing the book and grabbing my bags. I slip past people.my body has a flow. I slip pass people without touching them knowing I was there. anyone would use it to their advantage when its places like this. At these times it almost completely true and I used it. I have gotten to the top of the stairway without any issue.

“I don’t want to, but I need too.” I spotted the clinic with its massive red plus sign. Speedy across the sidewalk to reach it without any difficulties walk over. I pull out a 10 I had in my pocket and put it in buster cup.

“Hey sliver.”

“Hey buster. Keep both of stomachs full.”

“You know I feed him before I feed myself.”

Buster was a homeless guy with a lot mental and physical problems. He is ex-military soldier, who lost his arm in battle. With the battle on top of that he has severe PTSD. Then there Altan a small brown and white boxer, that found his way in buster arms. Altan means second chance. Buster even admitted feeling like he gotten a second chance, ever since he meant the boxer.

“That is loyalty, at its finest”

I open the door. where there was no line, making me not delay any longer.

“Here for sliver.”

The lady behind desk. Look at her Monitor.

“Ahh yes for your shots right.”

“Yea” I said grimly.

“It will be over before you know it.” She said with an empathetic smile and pointed to the waiting room.

No one hates them like me. me and needles have a VERY bad history. Before I can go down memory lane. I spot an eleven-year-old by his self. Seem like Noah was trying to speed up the waiting process again.

“Hey tails”

“Hey sliver, you getting your shots done?”

“Yea, you know me and needles. Did you finish that level with bowser?”

No, I gotten him down like 5 percent. One attack away from wining. Then I died.”

“Oh man. You were almost there. You were one hit away?”

“Yea.”

“how about this, I help you beat him tonight?”

“It sounds like fun.”

“Okay I have nothing planned after this, so I can follow you home.”

“My brother has an interview.”

“I can still follow and keep you company. An interview takes about an hour.”

“SLIVER.” Said a nurse in blue.

“Looks like my que. Hey, can you watch greenie I have a feeling you would be here a bit.” Only grabbing my purse and my journal that still in my hand.

“Sure.”

“Be back tails.”

Nothing special happen. They ask the classic questions. Took my measurements, and weight. Am I don’t any drugs. Am I smoke so on so forth.

When I was left in the room, I wrote in my journal my weight and height. I still average size, but I grew an inch. Now, I am 5’5. I went to the page with the monkey and robot. I know I need to add more. Like that ball or sphere in my dream and they shape of that key. Just trying to do whatever to distract myself. Form mine understand this “scourge” is linked to this “Unicron” in some way. I am guessing, that this Unicron eats planets to fill their hunger. These Maximals are keeping this key away. I drew just a diamond because the closest I can draw it because it went with that second ape. I barely saw him for a minute.

Okay main thing to take away from this dream so far. key from Unicron. This Scrouge and Terrorcons do whatever Unicron says. These Maximals are this guardian of this key. That would make him more powerful. They swore to play keep away.

This is all to my understanding. Many questions are going through my head. what is this key. where did the rest of the Maximals go. what more is out there? who is this ‘midnight’? the biggest question that I have was, why me? I just a nobody that just run and knows a lot of random facts.

I just kept sketching I just let my hand wonder.

A doctor in white coat came in. my right sleeve was already rose up for her. So, I can get this over. my legs were crossed, so this book was in some what a stable condition.

“that’s a nice wolf you are drawing there.”

A black wolf was under the word midnight. Was that midnight? My gut was saying yes but didn’t want to trust it on something as a drawing. I can't seem to find a reason to disagree.

“Thank you.” I said trying to be polite. Now realizing she was cleaning up.

This wolf was nothing like me. I am a human from my planet earth. I am walking on two feet not four. I have hair, not fur. There so much that different between the two of us. could the ape confuse my kindness for her, or Mr. Apelinq could have been having a life flash before his eye’s moment.

I HATE not knowing. I also know that I am not getting an answer. While I was going down this worm hole of possibilities or theories. The appointment was over before I know it. Prefect timing to as I was walking out sonic, and tails were about to start there’s.

“I got it tails, go.”

I traded places with him. I pull out the last cholate chip cookie I had in the green bag. Staring monkey with graphite eyes. Like he could talk back.

“How can I solve this mystery?

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darkspine10 · 10 months

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GF Fanfic - Critical Meltdown

Dipper and Mabel Vs. The Past (40,456 words) by darkspine10

Chapters: 8/9

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: Teen and Up

Surrounded by a giant field of solar panels glistening in the evening sun stood a pair of conical grey towers. Out here in the desert they seemed a resolute fixture of the landscape. Pacifica wondered how long they would last. If humanity vanished tomorrow, how many centuries would pass before those circular towers crumbled into dust? How much longer still might the elements within, hidden in the core deep below, linger on as a persistent danger.

She read the name on the signs, ‘Rancho Seco Nuclear Generating Plant’. It seemed a remote spot, nearly 2 hours drive out from Piedmont and miles from the city centre. An odd place to end this. Rusting sirens stood on poles. They would be silent if anything dangerous happened.

She heard the screech of tires and saw the Mini pull up to the plant. Her husband practically fell out of the car, followed by Mabel, Zera, and his father.

Dipper looked immensely worn out. Making the round trip to pick up the others was the cherry on the cake of a very long day. He wasn’t the only one. Zera was wiped out from all the spellcasting and running around too.

Mabel seemed as peppy as ever though, bounding over to her mother and Merrise with a spring in her step. “Heya guys, how’ve you been? We went to the zoo!”

Merrise bounced on the spot. “Ooh, we went to this science museum place, and fought a dinosaur, and now I’ve got a toy dinosaur!”

“That’s great kiddo!” She turned to Pacifica, suddenly dropping her exuberance. “Any sign of tulpa number 3?”

“Not from out here. I haven’t stepped inside yet.” Pacifica lowered her voice to a whisper. “I don’t want Merrise going anywhere near a radioactive building.”

“You don’t have to worry about radiation,” Dipper said loudly, making it impossible for anyone not to hear. So much for sensitivity. “This place was decommissioned 50 years ago. The only active nuclear plant in the whole state is Diablo Canyon, south of the city.”

“So how’d you find this place?” Mabel asked, turning her head to look around and doing a 360 degree spin in the process. “There are no news crews anywhere. No anyone, in fact.”

“That’s where there might be a problem.” Dipper turned on his energy scanner. A large green pulse was flashing brightly on the map. Its location corresponded to where they were currently standing. “It’s possible the tulpa here is leeching power from some latent potential energy remaining in the core. Or maybe doing something with contaminated waste. Either way it’s not good. The tulpa could use the energy to manifest as something even more powerful than what we’ve witnessed so far.”

“They already did a convincing T-Rex,” Pacifica said, unimpressed. “How much bigger can you get?”

“I’m talking universal level threat.” He mimed an explosion by expanding his hands out in a wide area. “Something that won’t merely terrorise the city, but could destroy it instead!”

“Oh, so no pressure then,” Mrs Pines said. “I suppose the seven of us are going to walk right inside and save the world?”

“That sounds like the Pines MO,” Zera said. She was still slumped in the back of the car with her eyes half-lidded.

“I suppose, if no-one else is going to do it… it falls to us.” Mr Pines unexpectedly led the way towards the facility, with the others, besides Zera, following in lockstep. She stayed where she was to nurse her head, making a half-hearted thumbs up.

As nuclear plants go, the site was modest. Besides the two cooling towers there was a small main building, consisting of a bunch of functional square units with a squat cylindrical tower attached, resembling a grain silo. Behind was an electrical substation and pylons trailing off to the horizon. Over to their left, a row of storage unit sheds containing used fuel rods. A sign saying ‘trespassers are prohibited’ did nothing to stop them. As the sun went down, electric lamp posts automatically switched on, bathing them in a harsh artificial glare.

“A nuclear plant after dark, what a place for a mystery hunt,” Dipper said, his voice echoing slightly.

“Reminds me of that derelict hydro dam we went to once,” Mabel said. “There’s something eerie about a place that used to give power now sitting lifeless.”

“Don’t get poetic on us, May,” Pacifica said. “You can rhapsodise all about this place when we’re cosy and warm at home, sipping hot chocolate and unwrapping presents.” She shook her head. “What are our lives like? I mean, of all the places…”

Dipper pointed over the plains to the south. “There were actually some cryptid sightings near here once. There’s a lake and a park over there. People said they saw a ‘raptor’ flying above.”

“I remember that,” Mabel said, snapping her fingers. “We camped out by the lakeside and staked it out. Back in ‘21.” She poked her brother in the side. “You got bitten by sooooo many mosquitos that night.”

“That wasn’t long before the wedding,” Pacifica said, lost in thought. “Then we moved away from Mabel a short while after.”

“Dark days,” Dipper said jokily. “We never did find any raptor. At least this time our outing won’t be wasted. We know for a fact that the tulpa is here at the plant.”

“Dad, what is a nuclear power plant anyway?” Merrise asked, neck straining to look up at the cooling towers. Red LED lights shone around the rims of each, making them seem like the bastion of an evil fortress.

Mr Pines was the one to explain, glad to be able to provide something from his wheelhouse. “It uses the splitting of high-mass elements to generate heat, which causes water to turn into steam and rotate a turbine to produce electricity. Like… a really big water wheel, essentially.”

“Cool,” Merrise said. Though she didn’t always get overly excited by science topics, she still had a voracious desire to understand more about how the natural world worked.

“This one isn’t doing anything though,” Mabel said, scoffing. “They should have never built it in the first place.”

“Oh yeah, cause it’s so totally dangerous to the environment.” Dipper rolled his eyes.

“Well it is!”

“Only if you buy into the anti-nuclear propaganda”

“You’ll be the one regretting it if a place like this melts down and makes half of California unlivable.”

“Just so long as you admit that you’re encouraging a return to fossil fuels if you bash nuclear!”

“Can you two shut up for a second?” Pacifica hissed. “Debate later, when the city isn’t at risk.”

Merrise raised an eyebrow at the twins. “I thought you two were meant to have some super special, epic sibling bond or something like that?”

“Oh, we do,” Mabel said. “Sibling relationships are just like this. It’s not always sunshine and roses. What, you think we never argue? Never want to have our side heard?”

“I believe it,” Pacifica said, “I’ve got two decades of first hand experience of you two bickering.”

“I’ve got three,” Mrs Pines gleefully added.

“The point is,” Mabel said, returning to her niece, “is that we may disagree and have differing views… but we’re still family. We still love each other, no matter how much we drive each other up the wall. I keep forgetting, none of you guys ever had any siblings. Even Z, who had a crazy amount of tadpole siblings, doesn’t count.”

“It’s like having a ‘default friend’,” Dipper said. “We’re so close, but we also know exactly how to drive each other mad. We share a bunch of family in-jokes and memories that’s hard for anyone else to appreciate, even with you, Paz.”

Merrise thought for a moment. “I guess then we’ll have to act like a family now. So we can all know what that’s like. Like you said before. Family traditions can start whenever we want to make some.”

Dipper smiled, proud of his daughter’s initiative and desire to heal their fractious family make-up one way or another. He glanced at his parents, walking ahead along the silent alley. He resolved to reconcile with them as soon as possible, so they could put the whole sorry lying business in the past for good.

To no-one’s surprise the doors to the reactor building were locked. A metal chain and padlock were slung across. Mr Pines pushed it to no avail. “Oh well, guess we’ll have to go home. He gave a weak laugh that nobody else reciprocated and it died in his throat. “Worth a shot.”

“Step back everyone, I’ve got this.” Mabel smugly pushed through to examine the doors. She squinted and focused with her glasses, before standing up and wiping her hands. “Oh, this’ll be easy. I won’t even have to pick the lock.” From her jacket pocket she removed a pair of wire clippers and snipped the rusting chain. The padlock clanked to the ground. “Voila!”

“I’m constantly amazed by the stuff you happen to be carrying,” Pacifica said, shaking her head.

“I always carry wire clippers with me. Usually bolt cutters and a couple of spray cans too.” Mabel shrugged. “Never know when you have to do an impromptu bit of political activism.” She pushed the double doors open and peered into the dark gloom.

Dipper switched on his flashlight and entered the reception area. There was a smell of dry must, as well as a clinical antiseptic scent. They’d probably sprayed the whole place down to reduce any chance of leakage or waste. His scanner showed the same bright pulse, but it was once again poor at giving him the fine detail needed to pin down the tulpa. He turned off the tracking feature and extended twin aerials on either side of the boxy device. It instantly started making a constant clicking noise. “Geiger counter reading is looking alright, only a little above background. Even though this place isn’t too big I think we should stick together for now. That way we won’t accidentally go anywhere with higher risk levels.”

“And you’re still sure Merrise should be in here?” Mrs Pines asked. “Might it be worth her going back to wait by the car?”

“I don’t want to go.” Merrise said, frowning. “This is a family adventure.”

“I’m being conscious of your wellbeing, my dear. It’s not even something out of the ordinary. Radiation poisoning is no laughing matter.”

“She knows the risks,” Dipper said absent-mindedly. “It’s dangerous, but if Pacifica and I are willing to stick our necks out then nothing we say can stop Merrise tagging along. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

“I suppose child endangerment is what you’re used to,” she said sharply. “You said it yourself, you started out so young.”

“That’s… that’s not important right now,” he mumbled. Resting his flashlight in the crook of his neck he shone it down at Journal 9 while he sketched a rough layout of the facility. “Ok, there’s the parking lot, cooling towers over here.” He drew two circles off to the right side. “Main entrance here, reactor core should be… there.” In an empty space at the middle of his drawing he marked a cross.

“Seems the most likely spot,” Mabel said. “Let’s go

“Then we have to deal with that Errata guy,” Pacifica added, a sour look on her face. It had already been a long enough day and she didn’t relish the idea of dealing with yet another cryptid on the loose.

The group passed through a series of functional grey corridors, only briefly shining their lights into side rooms and moving on. Dipper kept adding to his map, drawing more lines at every junction they went by. At the next turn he abruptly went left. They entered a large control room, with banks of dusty computers along the walls and ranks of freestanding consoles. A window running the length of the far wall looked down onto the reactor core itself. Walkways crisscrossed a large hall with empty circular pits.

“Most of the components were stripped out ages ago,” Dipper said. “The power generating equipment was all removed, the control rods, and the turbines. The Nuclear Regulatory Commission made sure to clean it all too, before you ask, Mabel, so in theory it should be safe.” His geiger counter was still ticking away at the same rate.

“Hmm, I’m still not convinced,” Mabel said, peering through the window. Given her poor eyesight she wasn’t able to make out much. “There must be something, or else why would the tulpa come here?”

“Fair point.” Dipper shone his light down into the reactor area but it barely made a dent in the enclosed darkness. “It makes you sad, doesn’t it? This place used to harness the power of the atom to create incredible amounts of power. Now it’s a husk.”

“Doesn’t make me sad,” Pacifica said. “It’s just a grimy industrial hole in the ground and I’d rather we don’t stick around chatting all evening and got the hell out of here.”

“Right right, let’s stay on mission.” He laid out his journal on the nearest desk and the others huddled around to look. Dipper’s finger slid along the page. “There are two passageways that lead down there, one on each side of the complex leading from this control centre. I recommend we break into two groups and meet again in the middle. Since the core’s likely the most likely place for the tulpa to be hiding, and also probably has the highest chance of radiation. I'm going to take a page out of your book, Mom. Merrise, I want you to stay up here, and before you argue,” she’d already opened her mouth to complain, “you can still help. From here you can watch everything that goes on down there and warn us if there’s trouble. The lights outside had electricity, so there should be an intercom.”

He hurried around the consoles, but his father found the microphone first. He clicked the button and they heard a quiet feedback sound from the main chamber.

“Good good,” Dipper said. “Now, Pacifica, I know you’ll hate me for this, but I want you to stay up here and look after Merrise.”

“What, and play babysitter while you go down there?”

“If my hunch about the core is wrong then we need someone to watch our flank if the tulpa shows up where we aren’t expecting it.” He put his palm on her cheek. “You and Merrise are our backup if something goes wrong.”

Pacifica clutched his hand and kissed it. “When you put it like that… don’t be reckless down there.”

“Hey, you know me. As long as I don’t eat any uranium rods I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He flashed a crooked grin and she giggled.

“Go on, get out of here and finish this.”

“I’ll go with Mom down the right corridor,” Mabel said. “You take Dad a go around the other way.”

Dipper nodded and both he and his sister strode out of the room. Mr and Mrs Pines shared an uneasy look before following their respective children out. “Relax,” Pacifica called after them. “It’s only a monster that can turn into any other monster in the multiverse, sitting on top of what could turn into a ginormous ticking time bomb. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Ignore her,” Dipper said to his dad. “She’s trying to lighten the mood the way only Pacifica can.”

“You can sure pick ‘em,” Mr Pines replied.

They were only a few feet down the corridor when the air was split by an ear-piercing shriek. “Pacifica!” Dipper cried. “Dad, stay here.” He immediately bolted back down the corridor. When he got back to the control room he bumped into Mabel who’d had the same idea. They found Pacifica cowering in the corner, while Merrise was in hysterics. She pointed to the corner of the room, where a mass of cobwebs were tangled up. “I walked right into it!” Pacifica said, stamping her feet.

Mabel dropped down onto her front and watched a spider scuttling along the floor. “Aw, poor cutie.” She held out her finger and let the arachnid crawl over her fingers. “That tickles.” She set the spider down over by the webs and let it wander off. “You were scared of that tiny thing, Paz?”

“I wasn’t expecting it ok! It got in my hair! It’s not mutated is it?”

“Nope. Looks perfectly average. The girl who’s fought demons one-on-one can’t handle a small bug. Wow.”

Dipper coughed into his fist, “Moth.”

Mabel screamed and leapt to her feet. “WHERE? KILL IT!” The look of amusement on everyone’s faces made her straighten. “Uh, I mean. Wooh. Crazy.” She cupped her hands together then pointed down the corridor. “Let’s… let’s keep going.”

“Wait!” They turned to Merrise, face and palms right up against the glass. Down in the reactor room Mr and Mrs Pines each emerged from either side.

“They went on without us,” Mabel said, furrowing her brow.

“That’s why!” Merrise pointed but they’d all seen it. Following Mr and Mrs Pines into the room were two shimmering golden humanoids. They were short, only children. Dipper was confused. Where were the terrifying enemies, the cosmic entities hellbent on destruction that the tulpa would surely have turned into?

The two tulpas had taken the shape of a boy and a girl. The boy had a baseball cap and wore a sleeveless vest and shorts, while the girl’s colourful woollen sweater was hard to miss. Dipper had been wrong. The tulpa didn’t want the energy in this place to turn into something powerful. It needed the vast sums of energy to create another emotional connection, similar to his own repressed internal turmoil at the golf course. The tulpa had turned into perfect replicas of the Pines twins, circa 2012.

Zera’s eyes flipped open. She’d managed to drift off peacefully in the car. The lights from the plant hadn’t reached her and it was perfectly pitch black in the desert. Or it had been. A bright light made her cover her eyes and sit up. The glare was covering the entire plant and its surroundings in a diffuse halo. It wasn’t a golden illumination, as the tulpas and their creator had been. It was a harsher, lifeless light, like the glow of a distant forest fire over the horizon. An unholy aura.

Zera didn’t know what was causing the sudden luminance, but she knew it couldn’t be a good sign. She was worried it was radioactive in some way. That was silly though. Radiation didn’t actually glow like in a cartoon. It was an invisible, insidious killer. This must be related to the tulpas.

A dark shape flew past the car and she turned her head to catch it. Her mouth dropped open as she recognised the four-legged, top-heavy monstrosity lurching towards the main reactor building. “Oh May. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Mary? What are we doing? I’m not so sure this was a good idea.”

“Me neither. But what else are we supposed to do?”

They’d each seen a tulpa manifesting in the hallway, taking on the almost cherubic representations of their children. The children beckoned Mr and Mrs Pines onwards. Since they had no clue how to fight back they’d not demurred, and let the creatures guide them. Once all four of them were in the reactor room, the tulpas stood side-by-side and faced the parents. They each held one hand aloft, casting an ominous light to outshine the feeble flashlights. It enveloped the chamber, blocking all vision from the outside. Since then the tulpa twins had stood lifelessly in the reactor hall, staring vacantly ahead. They were like clockwork automatons waiting for the strike of noon.

Up in the control room, blinded by the glare, Pacifica and Merrise tried desperately to come up with answers. “We’ve gotta do something!” Merrise said, throwing her arms down in frustration. “This is a control room, right? Can’t we do anything from up here? I don’t know, turn off the power, stop the reactor. Control rods, those are a thing, right?”

“That’s just it, there are no controls.” Pacifica slammed a fist on the nearest console, which resounded with an echoing clang. “Like Mason said, all the power regulating machines are already gone. There shouldn’t be anything down there that’s capable of generating energy, let alone allowing us to switch it off!” Even the intercom had proven useless, giving nothing but static. Whatever the tulpas were doing to shine such a bright glow was also blocking radio waves too.

“That light, it hurts to look.” Merrise shielded her eyes with her hand and tapped the glass overlooking the floor below. “This is like bulletproof or something. They’re my grandparents!” Merrise said, on the verge of tears. “We’ve gotta be able to do something.”

“It’s up to the twins now.” Pacifica set her lip in a resolute line, determined not to show any fear in front of her daughter. “Why does it always have to fall on their stupid shoulders?”

That, as a matter of fact, was what Dipper was thinking at that same moment, creeping along the corridor to the reactor. He had no plan, no backup magic artefacts or clever tricks to win the day. He had his journal, his sister, and a fleeting hope his parents weren’t about to be disintegrated in a ball of fiery death.

Mabel ran up to the door to the room where her parents were. She pressed herself against the door, commando style, readying her gauntlet and squaring her shoulders. She nodded to Dipper as if expecting him to match her stance. He simply walked up to the door and shoved it open. Forget surprise; the tulpas must know they were coming.

He thought it would be burning hot inside but found all heat was being leached from the air. As they passed through the blazing nimbus of light the twins’ eyes adjusted quickly. It was like being underwater, the light speckling in bands which caught dust beams suspended in the air. “Mom, Dad!” Mabel yelled.

The tulpas and their parents were in the heart of the power plant, the eye of the storm where the light dimmed to acceptable levels to stare without squinting. Mr and Mrs Pines didn’t seem aware of the real twins outside the core, and hadn’t heard Mabel’s calls.

“Finally.” The multi-faceted voice ricocheted into the twins’ ears. The doors leading to the opposite corridor exploded off their hinges. The twins ducked. Swooping in was the enormous four-legged chimaera they’d last seen downtown. He was flying via a pair of wings that had sprouted out of the bark on his back. Each flapping wing was made of a tight coil of paper strands, brown and weathered, covered in scrawl from multiple writers.

Errata hovered above the tulpas and then set himself gently behind them. He held out his arms as if beckoning Mr and Mrs Pines forwards, like an evangelical preacher welcoming his flock. “Oh, that is good!” He primarily sounded like Dipper now, blocking out most of the other voices vying for dominance in the beast’s throat. “One happy family, back together. Isn’t that how it should be?”

Mabel ran towards her parents but came up against the wall of light. She pushed against the translucent barrier, finding herself repelled. “Don’t hurt them! Dipper, do something!”

“I- I don’t know what to do.” From out here the tableau within looked as still as the surface of an undisturbed lake. Neither the fantastical creatures or his parents were moving in the slightest. He reached out with his fingers and brushed the edge of the light core. To his astonishment they passed through the outer barrier.

Mabel watched him intently, then patted her brother on the back. “Dipper, it has to be you!”

“What, why me? You’re a part of this too, we both lied.”

“It’s not about that anymore. Dipper, don’t you get it? Errata, he’s a reflection of you more than anyone else. Think about it. Ford started the journals, sure, but you’ve written the most! You made them your entire life, devoted yourself to mysteries and adventures. You can break through. I believe in you, bro.” She hugged Dipper, then gently guided him towards the core.

As he’d anticipated, he passed through without resistance. The light parted like a curtain to let him approach. “Plus it was your decision to lie in the first place!” Mabel shoved Dipper the rest of the way through the light barrier. “You got this Dip! No backsies!”

“Hey, Mabel! Not fair!” He stumbled and nearly fell over until he righted his sense of balance. He looked forward and swallowed hard. “Oh crap.” The tulpas and his parents had turned to look at him with unanimous blank expressions. Dipper almost felt like laughing when he saw the copies of himself and Mabel up close. Him with his hat down firmly over his forehead, still mired in embarrassment about the birthmark that nowadays he considered nothing more than a fun quirk. Mabel’s purple sweater with a doofy cat wasn’t so different from something she’d still wear, but Dipper recognised the specificity. Both twins looked exactly as they had on the day Dipper had found Journal 3 in the woods. They were unchanged, a snapshot of innocence from that warm summer’s day 17 years ago.

His first thoughts were on practical matters. Ignoring his parents he fixed his glare on Errata’s starry face. The chimaera seemed to be smiling, though as always it was hard to discern. “First things first,” Dipper said. “I want to know how you harnessed the radiation. I’ve no idea where it’s coming from, but I demand you stop. Every second I spend bantering with you we’re all getting irradiated. I’d prefer if my parents didn’t end up mutated. Plus Pacifica and I have already dealt with enough infertility issues to last a lifetime, thank you very much.”

Dipper thought irreverence would be the easiest way to project his authority. Errata didn’t care. He gave a small grunt and shrug of the head that Dipper took to be a laugh. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” Dipper frowned at the perceived insult, both to him and the rest of his family. “There is no radiation.”

Dipper’s jaw dropped open. “But how-“

“Easy. I fed off the symbolic energy of this building.” Errata swept his hands around the room. A faint ectoplasmic glow appeared to hover off the walls before fading. “After you dealt so efficiently with the chaos I’d sown across the city, I was ready to embrace the lurking power. This place is practically drowning in…” Errata sniffed, “significance. All those technicians working here, they couldn’t help but express the way the world thought about it. The totemic fear, cracking the atom, the scientist’s dream of ultimate power. Of course it seeped into the very foundations of the brickwork! Then when it was abandoned it grew to an even greater significance. An enduring relic of man’s folly, of a path science went down before being treated as a dead end. I couldn’t resist the ritual of it all.”

“And now your tulpas are done harvesting all the energy up.”

“Not quite, you still have something of mine.”

Dipper felt in his pocket and found the two tulpas they’d caught, still locked in the form of the amulet and key. Seeing no other option, he held the objects out for Errata to take. He passed one each to the twins’ tulpas, handing the amulet to Mabel and the key to Dipper. It was then that the real Dipper realised the significance of the items. They’d managed to collect each others’ items, but it didn’t matter. These were in fact the very first artefacts the twins had acquired on their adventures, even if only temporarily in the amulet’s case. Dipper even still had the real President’s Key, framed back home.

Dipper slapped his forehead. “I should’ve realised sooner. You’re empathic. I’ve met a few empaths before. All those complicated foreign emotions swirling around must be enough to drive you mad.”

“Very nearly, boy. But I like the aftertaste of discord, the bitter swill of recriminations, smothered sentiment and… regret. Oh, how it feeds me. I was born in the crucible of lies and now it nourishes my soul!”

Dipper stood his ground and scowled. “Don’t think you can scare me. I’ve faced all kinds of psychic assaults. Dream demons who think they know me, regression to past events, I’ve seen it all. I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh, I don’t want your fear, at least not this tawdry primal stew.” The chimaera’s paper wings swept down to surround Dipper’s parents, who remained oddly unresponsive. “No no no, not the shakiness of terror, the risk of physical hurt, even the potential harm to your loved ones. It’s all part of the game to you. The fear I want is much richer. It’s the fear that people could find out your secret: that you get off on all this.”

Dipper began to sweat and dropped his prepared stance. “You’re wrong.”

“Am I?” Errata snapped his finger, bringing Mr and Mrs Pines back to life.

“Dipper? What’s going on, where are-” Mr Pines gazed up to see Errata towering above him.

“Hi there,” Errata said wickedly. Pacifica’s tone of voice had floated to the top of the pile.“You’re a sick, dirty little addict. Mason ‘Dipper’ ’Ursus’ Pines. You and your sister, sneaking out at night, skipping school, repressing everything. How scrumptious it will be when those emotions come pouring out!”

Mrs Pines began to whimper. “He’s trying to make things worse, don’t listen to him.” Dipper’s parents tried to run free, but the wings kept them surrounded in a cruel embrace.

“Stop it!” he yelled, pushing forwards.

“Not yet.” Errata held out a single one of his six fingers and held Dipper back by the forehead. “Let’s have more of that juicy turmoil hidden behind your astronomical ego. Get the pun?” Dipper shoved the finger away from his birthmark but Errata had another trick up his sleeve.

“Boy, I can’t believe we defeated all those gnomes!” The tulpa of Mabel had spoken, and Dipper knew it was his reflection’s turn next.

“Who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked thanks to this journal!” The copy sounded so eager, so carefree. He was ready to deceive his own parents if it meant there wasn’t even the slimmest chance of losing this new window of opportunity. Both of his parents could see this for themselves, giving disappointed glances at the golden twins, at least when not being intimidated into silence by Errata’s freakish thuggery.

The chimaera himself seemed overwhelmed with pleasure. “Oh, that’s decadent. Who knew one measly human boy could generate such drama.”

“Shut up!” Dipper shouted, surprising Errata. Defiance wasn’t an emotion he’d been expecting. “I’ve had it up to here with your petty taunts! Forget it. I don’t care if my parents don’t approve of my life. I’m an adult, I’ve got a family and responsibilities that I chose, alright. This doesn’t define anything anymore.” Dipper opened Journal 9 and held it for all to see. “Haven’t you got the memo yet, Errata? My parents have all the time in the world now to get to know me and my secrets. You said you were an open book? Well I’ve got dozens of the things lying around at home.” Errata was stunned into silence, and Dipper couldn’t tell if it was from his outburst or the sudden severing of his precious food source.

Dipper looked down from the irrelevant monster and approached his parents. “Yes, Mom, Dad. I lied. I did it because I wanted to have it both ways.” He pointed at his 12-year old self. “I could be ‘Dipper the investigator’, ‘Dipper the cryptid expert’, ‘Dipper the romantic hero’, and still come home and be ‘Mason the ordinary kid’.”

“Oh Dipper.” His mother knelt down and hugged him. “You could have told us and not had to hide any part of yourself.”

“Maybe,” he said, lightly hugging back. “Try telling that to me back then. You might not have understood, even if someone like Ford tried to explain it. There were times that first summer where I thought I couldn’t trust Grunkle Stan, or Mabel, or even my own doppelgangers. The idea of someone who didn’t even know the first thing about magic accepting it off the bat seemed laughable.” He rubbed his neck. “And if we’re being honest, I never really had any friends before that summer. I was a nerd, with freaky forehead acne. Then I found people I could relate to, who lived and breathed weirdness. I didn’t want to lose them as much as the actual adventures.”

Dipper sniffed, and Mr Pines put a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Hey now, we might not get all of this craziness, but we still love you son. None of this can change that. I mean, it’s not like you turned out to be hiding something bad about yourself, is it?”

“Exactly!” His mother was smiling now, almost forgetting where they were. “We never knew you had such a capacity to draw and write, in such detail.”

“Yeah, those tulpa things could only be so accurate if the source material already was, right? Lifelike doesn’t even begin to cover it! Then there’s Mabel, doing all those fancy spells. I never thought my little girl had it in her! Or Zera, she leapt into action to save us, near-strangers. If that isn’t heroic I don’t know what is.”

“And what about little Merrise, who was so brave to endure so much. If you hadn’t told us the truth we’d never know har far you’d all come.”

“And Pacifica, she… did we learn anything new about Pacifica, Mary?”

“I don’t think so.“ His parents laughed. “Well she’s a wonderful person as well, I’m sure she’ll be a great mother to Wendy and Merrise.”

“Thanks,” Dipper said, smiling and holding back tears. “It means a lot, to hear all that from you after so long.”

“C’mon Dipper!” Dipper looked up. Errata was frozen with a pensive expression. The tulpa of Mabel was leading her brother away. “Let’s go find another adventure in Gravity Falls.” The echoes of the twins wandered away, past Errata, before disappearing into the light. A cascade of golden energy flowed into Errata a moment later, but he didn’t react.

“I think I get it now,” he said, with an almost eerie calmness. He stumbled on his hind legs as if drunk. “I thought the potential of that trapped doubt and guilt was all I needed. But this, this cocktail of missed opportunity and exuberant acceptance, a new beginning… It’s a heady mix.”

“It’s an all new flavour of emotion. I like it too,” Dipper said softly. Errata smiled, and for the first time it wasn’t in a mocking way.

His brutish hands were almost graceful as they reached out to a sunbeam, catching falling dust motes in his palm. “Here I was thinking I knew you Dipper Pines. Perhaps I only knew your imprint. All your years jumbled together on the pages of the journals. None of them could quite capture who you are in the present.”

Dipper noticed the mood around them had subtly changed. There was a satisfying warmth in the reactor room, and the light was no longer harsh to the eye. It was a pleasant orange, like the light of a roaring campfire or a homely hearth. Dipper saw his sister waving, back by the entrance. She could tell something positive had taken place.

Errata creaked as he stretched out his trunk neck. “Thank you. For showing me there can be other paths. Perhaps we will meet again, and I can return the favour.” Errata stood in place, but the room began to shake.

Dipper was the first to cotton on to what was about to happen. He took his parents by the hand and backed away from his indirect creation, offering a grin of support before turning to leave.

“What the heck is-” Mabel was cut off as Dipper ran past, adding her hand to the list and dragging her away. Sprinting out, they stopped in the control room for only a second.

“Time to go guys,” Dipper said to Pacifica and Merrise, who looked relieved to see them all unharmed. The quakes became more violent, knocking over desks and computers, which let off a flurry of electrical sparks.

Dipper spared only a single glance down into the reactor. The light was building in intensity again. Errata was blurred and indistinct. Dipper lingered until he became completely obscured, and was the last to run out of the main block after his family. They continued to run until they reached the parking lot. Zera was standing outside the car, mouth agape watching as the entire plant shone like the sun.

A sudden gust of air blew inwards toward the reactor, dimming the light as it went. The Pines family watched in amazement as there was sudden implosion, with all the light focusing into one point at the centre of the plant before shooting upwards like a searchlight’s beam straight up into the night sky. The roof of the reactor room blew outwards, sending concrete walls catapulting away. Amongst the devastation, Dipper smiled when he saw a brief vision of Errata, racing away into the stars up above.

Then it was all over. The light dissipated, the earth was still, and the danger was over. They all let out deep breaths of relief and looked around at each other, celebrating the fact they’d survived together.

“It’s over.” Mrs Pines had spoken. Her gaze was fixed on the sky. “Where-”

“It’s not important,” Dipper said. “He’s nothing anymore. Merely a footnote. What’s really important is the story we write next.” He showed his parents the cover of Journal 9, with the same starry pattern as Errata’s face. It glimmered in the half-light of the moon. Dipper looked expectantly at the two of them. “So? What do you say? Want to add your own touch?”

His parents shared only a short look, before taking Journal 9 and turning it to the latest blank page. Marc and Mary Pines would be the latest in a long line to lend a small part of themselves to the ever expanding tapestry started in Gravity Falls so many years ago.

“Great, world’s saved again,” Zera yawned. “Now can we please go home and get some sleep?”

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Deschutes River Canyon (2/3)

We got a bit of a late start the second morning due to not setting an alarm, but hey, that's the joy of low-key spring backpacking.

I enthusiastically proselytize about the odd beauty of this trail to anyone who will listen, but even I will admit that doing thirteen miles on it in one day is tough. Even in the spring when the temperatures are low(er), there's no real escape from the sun at any point. The trail is easy to follow because of its past as a former train line, but it's also hard-packed and therefore hard on your feet when you're walking a long distance on it. And the canyon, strangely alluring as it is, can get extremely boring after six or so hours of seemingly identical twists and turns.

The section of the trail between Lockit Camp and Harris Ranch is, for me, the worst example of this last complaint. I think this might arise in part from the fact that I passed through this section of trail at the beginning and very end of an extremely long dayhike I took from my camp at Fall Canyon in 2021. It's also in part because even though there are a lot of neat little landmarks and details throughout the canyon for anyone who is paying attention to enjoy, none of those really seem to fall along this section of the trail.

So, we walked and walked and walked, and I looked across the river as we paralleled a long, parked line of train cars. The train seemed to last forever, and so did the walking.

Finally, though, we saw the distinctive, fantasy-novel-looking dark cliffs that mark the final bend in the river before the trail passes through the remains of Harris Ranch.

I honestly have not looked much into the history of Harris Ranch and so I don't have any real sense of what it was like before the 2018 Substation Fire incinerated it, but I suspect that it was, at least, a somewhat more inviting landmark than it is nowadays.

That said, it still serves as a halfway-ish landmark along the trail and the open swath of the canyon here is particularly beautiful, even as your passing through is punctuated by the eerie pings and creaks of old metal signs hanging from burnt posts blowing in the afternoon wind. You could probably camp here, as the land is the flattest it ever really gets along the trail, but I never have.

We continued on to Fall Canyon Camp, probably the best campsite along the entire trail and certainly home to the Deschutes River's most picturesque outhouse.

We took a long break here and had a nice conversation with a group of three backpackers who were heading south along the trail but had been hoping to set up camp for the night. We assured them the spot was theirs and continued on after enjoying a half-hour or so of not walking along a sun-drenched railroad bed.

We were about nine miles into our thirteen-mile day, on a long stretch of empty trail between the Harris Ranch and Gordon Canyon areas, grumbling about the sun and impatient to get to our next camping spot, when we were passed by two bikers (the trail is arguably much better known as a biking trail than as a hiking trail). We didn't think anything of this initially, as this was the tenth or so group of bikers to pass us so far that day. But then they stopped just a bit ahead of us and waited for us to catch up.

Initially, I was thinking that maybe they were having some sort of issue or wanted to know something about the trail, but once we caught up it turned out that they were just really friendly and wanted to say hello. After a few minutes of conversation, before they rode off again to the north, one of the bikers pulled a can of cider out of his bike-mounted mini-cooler (a pretty great piece of gear if I do say so myself) and gave it to us.

Now, the merits of drinking an alcoholic beverage on a hot day with four more miles of hiking ahead of you are certainly debatable, but we did not debate. It was cold, now, and if we waited to drink it, it would be hot. Duh.

In the end, the cider helped us power through the next two miles, but more than likely made the final two miles the slog that they were. Fortunately, after a quick break at Game Commission Camp, those last two miles were at least punctuated by some of my favorite scenery along the whole trail. For one, there is a weird rockfield that runs right along the shore of a particularly rough part of the river.

And, just south of Gordon Canyon, the columnar basalt returns with a vengeance, though it tends to exist in whorls here rather than in proper columns.

On the second night of the past two trips, I/we had set up camp at a somewhat hidden site across from where Gordon Canyon Creek intersects the trail. This spot is shaded and right above the river, and is one of my favorite spots along the entire trail, second maybe only to Fall Canyon Camp. This time, though, someone had beat us there. So, we continued a bit further north along the trail until the flat, rock-fenced-in field that I associate with Colorado Camp came into view on our left.

I have a lot of fond memories of lazy afternoons over the last few years spent in this field, usually under the two trees that stand alone in the middle.

We were hesitant to hike further up the trail, but were also unimpressed by the available sites at Colorado Camp proper, so even though the sun was starting to set behind the western canyon wall, we descended down to the field from the road to look around. It was Lindsey who noticed that with a little work, we might actually be able to set our tent up under the trees themselves. We were both huge fans of this idea, so we did it.

After a quick setup, we both layered up and then I climbed back up to the road to take some sunset photos while Lindsey started a fire (legally, in an established fire ring). I love the vantage from the road here (where the main trail joins/becomes a driveable road for the last four or so miles north to the Columbia), and the sight of our small fire and the tent nestled under the tree made it seem downright cozy.

Then I climbed back down to the tent to find out that one of Lindsey's boots was missing.

She has a tendency to, when it's reasonable, swap out her boots and hike in sandals instead. She stuffs the unused footwear in the mesh pocket in the back of her pack and (usually) secures with a knot or a carabiner. In this case, she had switched her boots out for her sandals at Fall Creek Canyon, at least seven miles before we'd reached Colorado Camp, and one of them had apparently fallen out somewhere between the two. We were both fairly certain that she'd had both boots at Game Commission Camp, two miles before we'd stopped for the night, so rather than giving up the boot for lost, I offered to get up early the next morning and hike back to see if I could find it.

This was partially out of a desire to be helpful and chivalrous, but it was also partially out of a desire to go on a fun little sidequest. By our standards at least, the Deschutes River hike, done over three days, is a pretty short and pretty straightforward hike, and while I wasn't feeling inclined to tack on another five or ten miles just for the hell of it, the idea of hiking a four-mile round-trip loop (at most) in addition to finishing the trail to the Columbia the next morning didn't really faze me, and I was excited for the challenge.

On the other hand, it would certainly be possible for her to finish the hike in sandals, so if we woke up late and decided to give the boot up to the wild, we would still be able to get back to the car by following the low-elevation trail along the river to the finish.

The thirteen mile day must have worn on us a bit more than the previous, shorter day because we didn't stay up nearly as late on the second night. We were in the tent shortly after dark, me at least with plans for another medium-length day of hiking the next day, depending on how things went. I somewhat grudgingly set an alarm for the next morning, and then quickly zonked out for the night.

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Mini LED Display Market Worldwide Opportunities, Driving Forces, Future Potential 2029

Smartphones have been a significantly disruptive innovation that is incenting many technologies to adapt to their needs. As of 2022, the number of smartphone users in the world is 6.648 billion, or 83.72% of the global population. Such a significant number makes smartphones a tremendously powerful market force. Screen technology has also been affected by it. Mini LED displays are being employed in smartphones and other high-end gadgets. Their innovative design consisting of thousands of tiny LED backlights offers vastly superior brightness, contrast ratio, and local dimming characteristics. These displays are being used in consumer electronics and automotive displays too. Such trends are creating notable opportunities for the global mini LED display market.

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Notable Benefits over Traditional Displays to Build Consumer Propensity

The growing demand for smartphones has been a key contributor to the growth of the global mini LED display market. Currently, these smartphones use OLED displays which replaced LCDs owing to their better energy efficiency, contrast, brightness, and depth of black. Now, Mini LED displays are gaining tremendous traction as the next step in display technology. Several major brands are investing in the technology and equipping mini LED tech into their upcoming flagship products. These displays also help limit hazardous radiations emitted by conventional LCD displays used in the past. Owing to these notable benefits, the global mini LED display market is projected to grow at a fast pace.

Flourishing Demand from Consumer Electronics Industry to Create Growth Possibilities

The advancements in consumer electronics products and technologies are directly coinciding with the global mini LED display market expansion. Of late, consumer preferences in terms of electronics have changed drastically. Smart and innovative electronic products are assisting consumers to perform recurring daily life chores more easily. Many market players are also accelerating their efforts to promote products that simplify people’s lives and introduce home automation. To this end, consumer preferences have changed in favour of multi-functional intelligent devices such as wearables, smart homes, and other consumer electronic products. As these products use mini LED displays for controls, these consumer electronics trends are expected to bode well for the market.

North America to Dominate Mini LED Display Market Amidst Growing Smartphone Consumption

The growing young population that uses smartphones and other smart gadgets is propelling North America into a market leadership position. In addition, the number of organisations buying advanced consumer electronics such as smartphones, monitors, laptops, smartwatches, and TVs is furthering the regional mini LED display market expansion. The region’s flourishing video games, gaming monitors, and console sectors are also creating sound growth possibilities. Meanwhile, Asia Pacific is also emerging as a notable mini LED display market due to sustained growth in the semiconductor industry in the region.

Prominent Market Players

Some of the leading players in the global mini LED display market to include Samsung (South Korea), Cree LED (U.S.), Effilux (France), Betlux Electronics Co., Ltd. (China), NICHIA Corporation (Japan), EVERLIGHT Electronics Co., Ltd. (Taiwan), OSRAM GmbH (Germany), LG Innotek (South Korea), Lumileds Holding B.V. (Netherlands), MLS (China), Broadcom (U.S.), Plessey (UK), EPISTAR Corporation (Taiwan), Luckylight Electronics Co. Ltd (China), Seoul Semiconductor Co., Ltd. (South Korea), Vollong Electronics Co., LITE-ON Technology Corporation (Taiwan), and Stanley Electric Co., Ltd. (Switzerland).

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I came to San Francisco (I knew nothing). I came to Eureka on a lark, I showered in the YMCA. I walked to Arcata on the side of 101. Someone picked me up. There was like a little creek, or a river. I am 17 years old, I never graduated from high school. "I am 17, I am looking for work. I came here from Arizona, or Maryland." He asked me if I smoked weed. "So which one is it, Arizona, or Maryland?" I blew smoke out of the window. This area of California was so fucking depressing, I don't like the trees. They seem tired. The houses seem tired. "Not too hot on Humboldt?" What's Humboldt? It's like the houses are leaning over. It's like they're dying. And there are so many addicts. And the air is just sort of sad. I guess? I don't know man. I put my hand to air vent. He took a big hit. His eyebrows went up. "Well, you know, there are worse places on earth than Humboldt County." He flipped the tape. He took a cigarette out of the cup holder and lit it. He looked out the window. What's this? He gave me a cigarette. I looked out the window. It's Nirvana. "I'm fucking hungry." We went to McDonald's.

I woke up the next morning in his bed. He gave me a cigarette. I looked out the window. I loved him a little bit. "I'm fucking hungry. What time is it?" There was half a beer on the side table, and I drank it. It likes the houses are leaning over. It's like their dying. We went to a restaurant that was open 24 hours. He said he liked watching me eat. He wanted to fuck again in the parking lot and I told him no. He gave me this look. I said I think I want to leave town. He ruffled my hair. He was old. "Where we going?" Seattle? "How about Portland. I'm off today." He had large pores on his cheeks, and his skin was tough and cold. I didn't like his face. I liked him kinda. He smelled like cigarettes.

"Okay fine." He made me fuck him at a rest stop.

We fucked at a motel in this place called Beaverton and I asked him if I could have some money to go buy cigarettes. I smoked like three cigarettes behind the mini-mart and got on a bus. Is this toward Portland? "Your going the wrong way." I got off the bus and smoked another cigarette, then started walking.

I came to Portland on my way to Seattle. I stole a six-pack from gas station and sat beside a substation. I drank like four beers and fell asleep. I woke up when it was dark and I wanted food but all I had was like cigarettes. Then I remembered I had $18. I bought another pack for $2. I went and bought three Nutty Butty's and a bag of Fritos. I ate one and stared at the moss growing on the sidewalk. She said your breath smells like peanut butter. Okay fine. I woke up and ate the last crushed Nutty Butty that was in my back pocket. She asked if I wanted coffee and I said do you have any Coca-Cola. I drank a beer for breakfast and played with her dog in the backyard.

I smoked a cigarette outside the Fred Mayer. I didn't have a job. I saw some kids hanging with their mom on her lunch break. I saw a man reading a pocket Bible. I saw a dude digging through the dumpster. I saw a line of ants climbing up the side of the curb. I caught a bus across the river. I had like $11. I bought a pack of cigarettes, a Nutty Butty, a root beer, and a Slim Jim. I went into a Toys R' Us and played Sonic at the display. I waited. I snuck into the movie theater and saw Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II. I stole a bottle of whiskey from the WinCo and took swigs in the parking garage. I smoked weed with two high school boys near the highway overpass and ended up sucking both of them off. I woke up in a pile of wet leaves.

I walked to the highway but it started it raining. I smoked a cigarette underneath the canopy at a Hess gass station. The manager guy told me your gonna "burn this whole place down". I didn't remember the name of those two boys. Jamie and Eric? Jamie and Bobby? I told the gas station manager to go fuck himself, it's raining, and walked across the street to buy a 2-liter of Coke from the Safeway. I sat eating french fries in the top floor of a two-storey McDonalds for like five hours. The rain wasn't stopping. I fell asleep for a little and kept waking up. I fell asleep for awhile and the manager woke me up and said I had to leave. I called my sister on the payphone but no one answered. I went back to the entrance ramp.

Probably should have left a message. What the fuck time is it. I put my thumb up for like an hour. I sat down on the guard rail. I tried to light a cigarette but it kept going out. A guy stopped and said he said he'd give me a ride to Vancouver. That's too fucking close. How about I suck your dick and you get me to Seattle. He said get in and then he said if you suck my dick I can get you to Centralia. I said where the hell is Centralia. He said halfway. I said put the air conditioning on and we have a deal. He put out his hand and said I'm Will. I said you really want to shake my hand. I turned on the air conditioning. He took his dick out. I said put your dick away it's not happening till we get there. He said how do I know you're gonna hold up your end of the deal. I lit a cigarette and ignored him. He shook his head and pulled away and then he asked for a cigarette.

We stopped at a gas station and I stole a Steel Reserve. I told him to fucking drive. I asked to him to calm down. My lighter stopped working so I used the one in his car. He asked if he could have some. I said you're driving. When the hell is it gonna stop raining. What kind of trees are these. These are mostly ponderosas. Some of the bigger ones are Douglas-fir. Ponderosa pines. He said you must not be from around here. I said why you getting some ideas? I took off my jacket and laid it on top of me in front of the vents. He said he was a UPS driver. He said this was his day off and that he had worked ten days in a row sometime eleven, twelve hour days. He said the contract said he had to deliver all the packages no matter what. He said the routes the were too long. He asked for another cigarette. His hands were shaking.

I sucked him off and washed his cum out of my mouth with the rest of the Steel Reserve. He was like should I pull over? I said I'm in a bit of rush. I went to Burgerville and spent my last dollar on french fries. I sat there for three hours. When I ran out of french fries I ate ketchup packets. I left and hung out by a small lake. I walked into town and stole a bottle of Smirnoff. I grabbed a cup out of the Burgerville trash and used it to drink vodka. I fell asleep for like an hour. I lit a cigarette and walked back out to the entrance ramp. I didn't like this town.

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R3Make: well now it's personal

Jill: Finally, the substation. Let's--

Me: IS THAT A MINI?!

Jill: WH-- MYSTERY!

-Jill runs over to the pile of cars at the end of the street, confirming it is indeed a mini.-

Me: OH, BABY, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!

Jill: It's actually pretty intact...

Me: UMBRELLA! I HOPE YOU CAN HEAR ME BECAUSE I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AS A COLLECTIVE FOR THIS! ESPECIALLY YOU, ALBERT--

Jill: MYSTERY, THE FASTER WE GET THE SUBSTATION RUNNING, THE FASTER YOU GET YOUR SHOTGUN.

Me: --you're right, priorities. AWAY!

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Blue Devil

“Killing demons has kept me plenty busy.” - Blue Devil

Real Name: Daniel Patrick Cassidy

Aliases:

Kid Devil

Gopher

Gender: Male

Height: 6′ 8″

Weight: 385 lbs (175 kg)

Eyes: Yellow

Hair: Bald

Skin: Blue

Powers:

Demonic Physiology

Abilities:

Acrobatics

Acting

Martial Arts

Mechanical Engineering/Gadgetry

Weaknesses:

Weirdness Magnet

Technological Reliability

Equipment:

Blue Devil Costume

Blue Devil Trident

Devilmobile

Trident of Lucifer

Universe:

Earth-One

New Earth

Base of Operations:

Oblivion Bar

Metropolis

Los Angeles

Malibu, California

House of Weirdness

Citizenship: American

Marital Status: Single

Occupation:

Special Effects Artist

Stuntman

First Appearance: Firestorm Vol 2 #24 (June, 1984)

Powers

Demonic Physiology: In his original superhero form, Blue Devil's abilities were largely the result of the technological devices built into his costume. Danny was reborn as a genuine demon after he was defeated by Neron in Hell.

Superhuman Strength

Superhuman Agility

Superhuman Durability

Accelerated Healing

Enhanced Senses

Enhanced Hearing

Enhanced Vision

Abilities

Acrobatics: Danny was an experienced stuntman. The Blue Devil suit then enhanced his strength and agility dramatically.

Acting: Danny worked in the film industry as an actor, stuntman, and special effects artist. He starred alongside Wayne Tarrant and Sharon Scott in the film, Blue Devil, as the title role.

Martial Arts

Boxing: Dan was an amateur boxer who retired undefeated in his last twenty fights, and was able to hold his own against Van Vanucci.

Mechanical Engineering/Gadgetry: Danny's greatest technical achievement was building the original Blue Devil suit and rocket propelled trident.

Weaknesses

Weirdness Magnet: After being fused into the Blue Devil suit, Norm theorized that Dan's fusion of science and magic made him a "weirdness magnet" that attracted abnormal activity to him. This was dismissed as a joke until until Dr. Kylburn had the statisticians at S.T.A.R. Labs substantiate the claims. They even gave him money to put his uncanny probability to the test in Las Vegas. The theory became conclusive upon meeting Cain, who confirmed the existence of such a concept, even pinpointing the positively charged force radiating from his abdomen. It's unknown if this phenomenon was caused by the magic of Nebiros or Danny's family history which has faerie blood on his uncle Seamus' side.

Technological Reliability: Although the suit was organically grafted to Danny, it was still mechanical in nature and vulnerable to being hijacked by the the correct frequency. His former friend and fellow stuntman Larry Bolatnsky managed to remotely control Blue Devil to fight Firestorm.

Equipment

Blue Devil Costume: Blue Devil's powers originally came from a highly sophisticated stunt suit Danny built for practical in-camera effects. The techno-organic exosuit disappeared when he was reborn as a true demon.

Superhuman Strength: Increased Danny's strength at least twenty times the norm.

Super-Leaping

Superhuman Durability

Accelerated Healing: After being grafted to Cassidy's body, the costume became organic and gained the ability to self-repair at an extremely fast rate.

Superhuman Agility

Enhanced Senses

Enhanced Hearing

Enhanced Vision: Infrared night vision.

Enhanced Vocals: Voice modulator.

Amphibious: The suit had "mini-gills" built into it, allowing Danny to breathe underwater.

Explosives: Exploding bubble effect from cuffs.

Blue Devil Trident: The trident had cybernetic relay connections to the suit, allowing it to be summoned and controlled remotely. In his original superhero costume, Blue Devil relied on the rocket-powered trident he had created to fly into action. It was built to support the weight of at least 20 people and traveled at approximately 60 mph.

Flight: Though mostly used enhance his super-leaping, the rockets could also provide sustained flight.

Flame Effect: The trident could be used to shoot fire.

Devilmobile: Danny's civilian vehicle was converted overnight by Jack Edison and James Jesse into a themed Devilmobile. Its gadgetry included an oil slick, a mist bomb, an anti-gravity disk, an ejector seat, booster rockets, and pyrotechnic and explosive features. It also had a reclining "make out" function.

Trident of Lucifer: Allows him to find demons on Earth and banish them to Hell.

Reluctant Hero

Dan Cassidy was a special effects wizard and stuntman whose credits had included The Battle of the Las Vegas Showgirls and Space Ninja when he was hired by his friend, film director Marla Bloom, to create and play the title character in the Verner Bros. monster movie Blue Devil. Cassidy's specialty was somewhat unusual - rather than create optical effects that would later be applied in post-production, Cassidy specialized in "in camera" mechanical and cybernetic effects. To that end, Cassidy created a full-body costume for Blue Devil, complete with a powered exoskeleton and built-in pyrotechnic devices. Cassidy also created a rocket-powered prop trident which was, among other things, capable of flying.

During location filming on the mysterious Ile Du Diable, Wayne Tarrant, the "hero" of the film, and his co-star Sharon Scott, accidentally freed a demon named Nebiros. Though Cassidy faced incredible odds and a near-death experience, he was able to effectively use the devices built into his costume to drive the demon back to its home dimension. Unfortunately, he was blasted with demonic energy in the process. After the fight, Cassidy found that the blast had permanently grafted the Blue Devil costume to his body. Cassidy, a devout Irish Catholic, was stuck in the "skin" of an unholy Blue Devil.

While trying to find ways of escaping his costume, the newly-named Blue Devil soon found himself involved in conflicts with super villains such as Metallo and The Trickster. Nebiros, who now had an affinity for his "little brother," would return time and time again to harass the Blue Devil, and just as often Cassidy would banish him to his own dimension. Cassidy's friend Norm Paxton, a cinematographer, theorized that the blast that had made Cassidy a Blue Devil had also turned him into a sort of "weirdness magnet." Though he initially insisted that he was no super hero, it took him little time to adapt to the realities of his existence. While he continued to seek a way to regain a normal life, Cassidy became more comfortable in the role of hero over time, and even gained an unwanted sidekick in the form of Kid Devil - actually Eddie Bloomberg, Marla Bloom's nephew.

Blue Devil would spend the next few years working with superheroes as diverse as The Creeper, Black Orchid, the Omega Men, and Superman. Later, he would also encounter Cain and Abel, who would go on to rent Blue Devil a room in the other-dimensional House of Weirdness, sister structure to the House of Mystery and House of Secrets. That house contained mystical doorways into a Malibu beach house, a house outside of Metropolis, and several other places.

Retirement and Comeback

After joining the rest of the heroic community in fighting the Anti-Monitor during the Crisis on Infinite Earths, Blue Devil found that he was attracting less and less weirdness to him and his friends, and went into semi-retirement as a hero. Though his younger sister Frankie was later revealed to have been a sleeper agent of the Manhunters, Blue Devil did not publicly participate in the Millennium affair or any of the subsequent major events during which the super-hero community banded together.

After a several-year period during which Cassidy's and Marla Bloom's careers suffered a downturn, Blue Devil resolved to help both himself and his good friend. Sensing an opportunity when the Justice League instituted an open-door membership policy, and sponsored by the mysterious organization known as the Arcana, Blue Devil came out of retirement and joined the team in order to make a "comeback" as a celebrity. Though he was only barely tolerated by some of the more serious members of the team, Cassidy's heart was in the right place, and he embarked on a quest to increase both his powers and his fortune.

Shortly after Blue Devil joined the team, the demon Neron took control of Hell and began seeking souls on Earth. Recognizing Cassidy's sense of thwarted ambition, Neron approached him with the chance to be a movie star, which the latter eagerly accepted. Cassidy had no way of knowing, however, that the true cost of his bargain would be the death of his close friend Marla Bloom. After performing the seemingly innocuous task of destroying an automatic electrical substation far in the desert, a chain of events was set in motion that would result in Bloom and her pilot dying in a helicopter accident. Blue Devil got his wish - sympathetic movie offers began to pour in - but the price was too high.

Guilt-ridden, Cassidy made the ultimate heroic sacrifice: he cheated Neron of his soul, but died in the process. Soon after, he was reincarnated as an actual demon, with an increase in power.

Demonic Existence

After the JLA disbanded and reformed again, this time with an invitation-only membership, Cassidy found himself without a team. Having long before lost the companionship of his movie-studio friends, he joined a new "Justice League of France" consisting of himself, Firestorm, the second Amazing Man, the surviving Crimson Fox, and a woman who claimed to be Icemaiden. Unfortunately, the latter was in fact the villainous Nash in disguise, and she killed nearly all of her erstwhile teammates. Again, the Blue Devil was destroyed, and again, he was restored to life, this time by the magician Faust, who used the Devil's bones to reanimate him. Facing Nebiros for the last time, Cassidy was granted the demon's Trident of Satan. Controlled by Faust, Blue Devil joined the Sentinels of Magic, where he worked alongside Ragman and Enchantress among other supernaturally powered beings. He was finally freed from his obligation to the team when Faust restored his last bone to him - however, Blue Devil soon lost his life a third time while fighting Hermes Trismegistus.

The Shadowpact

The Blue Devil did not remain dead long, however, and was soon seen roaming the Earth and banishing demons back to Hell. Cassidy began working as a bouncer at the Oblivion Bar, working for Nightmaster. There, he joined with Ragman and Enchantress once again, as well as Nightshade and Detective Chimp, in battle against the Spectre, who had declared war on all magic. He soon became the strong-man of the newly-dubbed Shadowpact, able even to wound Eclipso, and has since decided to stay with the team. He now helps his new teammates to contain the wild magic set free by the Spectre's actions.

Shortly after the Infinite Crisis, Blue Devil and his teammates were trapped inside a "blood shield" that grew over the town of Riverrock, Wyoming. While inside the town, Cassidy met a member of magic-based villain group called the Pentacle named Jack of Fire. Jack, who wore a bandana over his mouth and wielded pyrokinetic abilities, claimed that he was Cassidy's brother, and that Cassidy's deal with Neron had cursed the entire Cassidy family to Hell. In addition to becoming demonic himself, Jack claimed that Blue Devil's late parents had been pulled out of Heaven, and that his "sisters" Mary and Frances were also cursed. The veracity of these claims is questionable - though Cassidy does have a sister, Mary Frances, he had never before mentioned a brother or another sister. Oddly, Blue Devil claimed to have no recollection of having any siblings at all - a mystery that has yet to be solved.

One day, Blue Devil's former sidekick Eddie Bloomberg, now a true demon himself, came to Cassidy inquiring about his aunt Marla's death. Blue Devil admitted that he had not been honest with Eddie regarding the circumstances of her demise, and the teen responded hastily in shock. Before he could explain the truth to Eddie, Cassidy was told by his former sidekick to stay far away.

Cassidy then found himself under threat by the former Justice League member Zauriel. Because of Blue Devil's popularity as a demon, he had unknowingly given hell and demons a better image, prompting others to make their own deals with demons. As a result, Zauriel was tasked with killing Blue Devil and doing away with his bad influence on the populace. However, when Zauriel realized that Blue Devil wanted nothing more than to combat hell, Zauriel agreed to give him some time to repair his mistakes. Blue Devil is currently in hell bargaining for his soul with a lawyer. After briefly resuming his human body with a more powerful exosuit, Cassidy is given back his Trident and demonic powers by Jack of Fire, but as a "demon with a soul".

His most recent appearance was with Zatanna and the Phantom Stranger at the desecrated grave of Batman in Blackest Night. In typical fashion, he cracks that the Stranger brought them there to "hold hands and sing Kumbaya." That changes when black rings take control of Crispus Allen. While Zatanna was sent to gather the Justice League, Blue Devil and the Stranger attempt to stop the Black Lantern Spectre, failing miserably. He and the Stranger head to Nanda Parbat, where the Stranger helps Deadman remove the black ring from his body. Blue Devil is then tasked by the Stranger to protect the body, being told that it is of "singular importance".

Fun Facts

Blue Devil's body gives off the aroma of brimstone.

Danny's an Irish Catholic and therefore has prayed at times of great need or during Mass. He still burns whenever he sets foot on holy ground.

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