Friday - The Preserve
In a quiet secluded area, a large block of peanut brittle sits undisturbed. (With the exception of of the odd squirrel mining said block of peanut brittle. Because you know. Nuts.) How did it get there? Why is it there?
Well you may never find out because with a loud cracking noise the block exploded it tiny bits of brittle and revealing three human figures who appeared to be standing in the middle.
Dipper Pines blinked his eyes and shuddered. "Okay. that was weird."
Jones did not shudder or blink but merely surveyed their surroundings with an undisturbed deamoner. "Ah. I see we are in Spring now."
Vic on the other hand was not taking this well at all. "What the fuck was that?! Seriously? It's spring and we spent god knows how many months stuck in..."
"Peanut brittle," Dipper offered helpfully.
Vic just gave him an evil glare. "Are you fucking kidding me? Peanut brittle?"
"It's apparently has life preserving qualities," Jones noted. "Fascinating."
"Yeah on my world that's how the 8 and half president was able to live over 200 years before my sister and I set him free," Dipper added.
Vic glared at her two other peanut brittle imprisoned companions and decided enough was enough. "I hate this fucking island," she declared and started to march back to town."
"I should probably check on my book shop," Jones said calmly following the same path.
"Doesn't anybody want to find out how we ended up in there?" Dipper called out from the clearing but the other two just ignored his question and kept walking.
[Huzzah! Hiatus finally over. Open to anyone who'd like to interact with my missing trio.]
Well you may never find out because with a loud cracking noise the block exploded it tiny bits of brittle and revealing three human figures who appeared to be standing in the middle.
Dipper Pines blinked his eyes and shuddered. "Okay. that was weird."
Jones did not shudder or blink but merely surveyed their surroundings with an undisturbed deamoner. "Ah. I see we are in Spring now."
Vic on the other hand was not taking this well at all. "What the fuck was that?! Seriously? It's spring and we spent god knows how many months stuck in..."
"Peanut brittle," Dipper offered helpfully.
Vic just gave him an evil glare. "Are you fucking kidding me? Peanut brittle?"
"It's apparently has life preserving qualities," Jones noted. "Fascinating."
"Yeah on my world that's how the 8 and half president was able to live over 200 years before my sister and I set him free," Dipper added.
Vic glared at her two other peanut brittle imprisoned companions and decided enough was enough. "I hate this fucking island," she declared and started to march back to town."
"I should probably check on my book shop," Jones said calmly following the same path.
"Doesn't anybody want to find out how we ended up in there?" Dipper called out from the clearing but the other two just ignored his question and kept walking.
[Huzzah! Hiatus finally over. Open to anyone who'd like to interact with my missing trio.]