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Monday, January 2, 2017

What Are You Waiting For? (TAU)

(This is for the Gravity Falls Transcendence AU. The free write prompt was "Face Your Fear", and I also used a normal prompt, “Coveted”.)




“What are you so afraid of, Dipper?”


He froze at that voice. He’d heard it before. It sounded like when Bill used him as a meat-puppet.


“You’re something better now.”


It was his voice when overridden by the most dangerous being in the universe.


“More than human.”


His new voice.


“You aren’t confined by the parameters of that old skin sack! You can do things your human brain couldn’t have imagined or comprehended!”


He was the most dangerous being now.


“What’s the harm in test-running your new abilities?”


He could feel his humanity, something he now treasured and coveted, slipping out beneath his feet.


“I mean, even if it hurts...”


It’s going to hurt someone else. It’s going to hurt everyone else, he quickly interceded. The voice paid him no mind.


“...Pain is hilarious, right?”


It’s not hilarious. It was never hilarious! He was having a hard time convincing himself of that.


“As if you could die from a stupid mistake on your part, anyways.”


He couldn’t help but think that he wished he could still die. Wished that he wasn’t cursed to live forever--if this could even be called “living”.


Of course it could. Immortality was certainly more fun than dying off like the weak human beings he surrounded himself with.


Wait.


The human beings that were much inferior to him.


No. He’d been trying so hard to not think like that.


The human beings that were so easy to break.


“So what are you waiting for?”


For something to come interrupt this conversation. For someone to convince him to not listen to this voice in his head. His second conscience. The first conscience, the one that was still soft, moral, and human, was starting to fail.


“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?”


For pain to not sound hilarious.


WHAT ARE YOU ŴĄḮȾḬǸǤ ḞȬṜ?

Nothing.



(December 21, 2016)

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