[The way the world warps itself so quickly into a proper nightmare -- it reminds her of Bill at his angriest, the coloring, the teeth -- finally knocks Mabel out of her anger and back into proper fear. Her instinct is to reach out and grab Oscar's sleeve, but she doesn't. For one thing, he will probably need to move. For another it's her brother's sleeve she should be grabbing, and that only adds to the feeling of wrongness.]
What...? Oscar, what is it? Do you know? [Her own voice is hushed, as though that matters. Whatever Dipper -- the monster? -- Dipper is up to, he obviously knows exactly where they are. He put them here.] Is he -- is he doing some sort of paleblood thing, or --
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What...? Oscar, what is it? Do you know? [Her own voice is hushed, as though that matters. Whatever Dipper -- the monster? -- Dipper is up to, he obviously knows exactly where they are. He put them here.] Is he -- is he doing some sort of paleblood thing, or --