Oh, it hurts. It hurts in ways that Dipper can't grasp, can't put to words. It's a pain that feels so deeply routed within himself that he might go so far to say it's his very core that's crying out with pain. It's like the room itself had attacked him with every nasty, negative emotion that's ever come to fester here. It swallowed him up and dragged him under until he couldn't find his own thoughts anymore.
Instead, memories rip free of him, sending a harsh ripple through the air. The space around him, around the room, shifts like that of reality giving way to something else. Something floaty. Something reminiscent of Deerington. A feeling only different if one had made the transition from a nightmare to the real world recently.
Red overtakes everything. Broken windows flicker in and off the walls. The oppressing feeling of that blood-red eye staring down on them from outside is only out done by the horrible, shrill laughter of Bill Cipher echoing around them at all sides.
Dipper flickers, too. Shifting between the Dipper they walked in on to a haunting visage of the past. Younger, surrounded by broken glass. One eye staring at them wildly while the other is obscured by blood and gore. In his hand is a large shard of broken glass, despite the fact that Mabel will feel both his hands in hers very solidly.
His hands tighten on hers like an iron grip.
"You have to go! He's here!"
His voice is desperate, harsh, and choked. An urgent warning through a crying breakdown. In the moments he flickers back into the Dipper his family knows, his eyes aren't on Mabel, they're glossy and unfocused, tears streaming down his face.
eye gore, traumatic hallucinations, failing grip on reality
Instead, memories rip free of him, sending a harsh ripple through the air. The space around him, around the room, shifts like that of reality giving way to something else. Something floaty. Something reminiscent of Deerington. A feeling only different if one had made the transition from a nightmare to the real world recently.
Red overtakes everything. Broken windows flicker in and off the walls. The oppressing feeling of that blood-red eye staring down on them from outside is only out done by the horrible, shrill laughter of Bill Cipher echoing around them at all sides.
Dipper flickers, too. Shifting between the Dipper they walked in on to a haunting visage of the past. Younger, surrounded by broken glass. One eye staring at them wildly while the other is obscured by blood and gore. In his hand is a large shard of broken glass, despite the fact that Mabel will feel both his hands in hers very solidly.
His hands tighten on hers like an iron grip.
"You have to go! He's here!"
His voice is desperate, harsh, and choked. An urgent warning through a crying breakdown. In the moments he flickers back into the Dipper his family knows, his eyes aren't on Mabel, they're glossy and unfocused, tears streaming down his face.