[Oscar cared enough about the effort that was put into Paul's party that he kept his reservations about their host to himself. Paul was gifted with a type of foresight that Oscar was still learning-- and, if Paul sensed no danger to his person, then that was fine.
However, Oscar couldn't just forget the man's uncanny eyes. Even now, over a year after the fact and after witnessing the effects of her being culled half a dozen times, Oscar still sometimes saw her eyes in his dreams. The endless darkness within them, like a boundless abyss, was lit only by the crimson that hearkened back to old adages he had heard. 'Red sky in morning...'.
The fact that this man's eyes glimmered coldly, like the arctic sun as observed from the bottom of an abyss, haunted him. And, spotting the ostensibly locked door, Oscar found himself saddled with the most curious of questions:
What would Dipper do?
Waiting for a moment when the party seemed especially raucous, Oscar deftly broke the knob in a manner that could have only been known by someone with a carpenter's skill-- or years of practice stealing into locked chambers. Biting his lip, Oscar scanned around for witnesses before slipping inside
...He had no idea what he expected, but it wasn't this.
For a second he felt like he had been transported into one of the horror novels he had read while on the farm, with the villainous scientist keeping a shadowy lair that was lined wall to wall with vials and specimen jars of unknown substances. Sucking in a breath, he pressed forward into the study.
He needed something tangible to prove to himself that this man, this Teacher, was no more dangerous than Salem. Oscar knew that he would recognize his target on sight-- and that he needed this proof to rest comfortably at night.]
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However, Oscar couldn't just forget the man's uncanny eyes. Even now, over a year after the fact and after witnessing the effects of her being culled half a dozen times, Oscar still sometimes saw her eyes in his dreams. The endless darkness within them, like a boundless abyss, was lit only by the crimson that hearkened back to old adages he had heard. 'Red sky in morning...'.
The fact that this man's eyes glimmered coldly, like the arctic sun as observed from the bottom of an abyss, haunted him. And, spotting the ostensibly locked door, Oscar found himself saddled with the most curious of questions:
What would Dipper do?
Waiting for a moment when the party seemed especially raucous, Oscar deftly broke the knob in a manner that could have only been known by someone with a carpenter's skill-- or years of practice stealing into locked chambers. Biting his lip, Oscar scanned around for witnesses before slipping inside
...He had no idea what he expected, but it wasn't this.
For a second he felt like he had been transported into one of the horror novels he had read while on the farm, with the villainous scientist keeping a shadowy lair that was lined wall to wall with vials and specimen jars of unknown substances. Sucking in a breath, he pressed forward into the study.
He needed something tangible to prove to himself that this man, this Teacher, was no more dangerous than Salem. Oscar knew that he would recognize his target on sight-- and that he needed this proof to rest comfortably at night.]