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Dippy Fresh's Return

Fic Summary:

Dipper is trying to win a dare. During doing this, Dipper runs into someone he didn't think it was possible to meet again. Or maybe it was that he just never wanted to meet this person again. Or it could be both. Either way. Dipper runs into someone he could have gone his whole (now VERY long) life without ever meeting again.

Beginning Author's Note (with some changes) that I posted in the AO3 version of this fic too:

Summary might change too. If I or someone else can think of something better. Like titles, I feel like I suck at summaries too. But don't we all? Or at least, it is probably a decently common issue. Probably. For now though at least; this is the summary.

Please let me know if I should keep the AO3 version of this fic tagged as "General Audiences". Or if I should change it to "Teen And Up Audiences".

Dipper wasn’t having a good day.

And why he wasn’t having a good day involved one. Particular. SOUL. He had just run into while at the skatepark.

Let’s backtrack a bit…

So, a Wendy reincarnation had dared him to try to do some hardcore 10 skateboarding stunts. Without any demon tricks; as much that was possible for a demon like himself, that is. Within 2 and half hours. And he couldn’t mess up more than 15 times. Or she would win. Hmmphh. With or without much to any of his powers, that was nothing to him. Who did Wendy think he was?! They had even made this dare into a deal. If they won, they got a request for anything they wanted. …Within limits. A dare being won or not. Them being Wendy or not. He was still a demon after all. And deals had their rules. And if Dipper won, they would give them the rest of their ice cream in the freezer (which; Dipper knew was actually quite a bit). And they would hang out with him for a week, without much, if any of their other friends. Just them. Because Dipper needed them, and these friends were taking up too much of Wendy’s time.

They had accepted the deal; though, somewhat, hesitantly. After they heard the 2nd clause of the deal. They almost looked…worried? Even scared. And possibly even; angry?? But why would they be feeling any of those things? Dipper must have just imagined it. It had come and gone so quickly after all. And they did end up accepting their deal. So they can’t really be all that scared and worried. Right?

They couldn’t come though to see him attempt this dare. They had made plans last week [from what they told Dipper] to stay at…a friend’s place for the weekend. Why do those friends of theirs keep taking up their time…FROM HIM? So they said I should record my stunts for them; for this dare. Though, Dipper knew they probably mainly wanted just it so they could have blackmail material on him and something to crack up at. Or maybe it was because they couldn’t completely trust Dipper’s word. And wanted some more hard proof on it. Beyond his word, and even the deal they had just made. Honestly; it was probably both. Knowing Wendy.

Anyways, Dipper accepted recording himself, despite knowing all this. Because Wendy wouldn’t take no for an answer. Wendy; even though they were very chill; could also be so stubborn. And so Dipper recording himself, showing it to Wendy, and giving Wendy copies (in some form) of the videos, also became apart of the deal. Dipper mentions copies specifically, because he refused to let them have the originals. And even more so refused letting them be the only ones to have the videos (Wendy had attempted something like these as part of the deal. Attempted being the key word). Dipper was willing to accept a lot of kinds of deals from Wendy; even ones not the most adventurous to him. However, he was still a demon, and there was only so much he was willing to offer or accept as part of his deals. Even for someone like Wendy. Though, maybe if they were Miza��...No, don’t think about Mizar. Don’t think about them. It won’t do you any good.

Now that we have backtracked some and got some background information; let’s move forward a bit, once again.

With Dipper at the skatepark, because of this bet (and deal) with Wendy. Setting up a special (special, because he was able to record so much, and so well, for so long. Even to the extent that was nigh impossible to maybe even impossible currently. And because if anyone or anything were to try to steal or break it, they wouldn’t be able to. Unless it was him or someone he wants near the camera or touching it. They will just get deflected away from it. Dipper really wanted to make sure no one stole, and esp. broke it, considering he was at a skatepark with a bunch of like adrenaline junkies and a lot of young people. So, he might as well bring out his Magitek camera that does all that. And more!) Magitek camera that he kept in storage in his hat.

While he was doing this, he sensed something. Or well, someone, vaguely…familiar. He wasn’t sure what or who he was sensing at first. It felt so familiar, but at the same time, he couldn’t pinpoint it. And it just felt…strange. Impossible. Hateable even, for some reason.

He could just ignore it (he really should). Dipper had a dare to finish, that he just finished setting up his camera for. …Though, since he hadn’t started recording himself yet doing stunts, the time limit technically hasn’t started yet (his camera would also be what showed the time. His camera was even tamperproof too! So he couldn’t - probably - mess with that time or the recording(s) of the camera. Or etc. Though not because of this deal, but because at some point in the past he just wanted to make camera that couldn’t be messed with. For some reason. It was also basically tamperproof, because the magic of his hat made it so, well, even if he hadn’t tried to make it tamperproof. He would still be cautious about messing with stuff like this camera, that has been in his hat for awhile) until he does that. So maybe, he could just check out whatever that presence is. Just. Real quick. It probably wouldn’t even take that long! But, it might actually take longer than expected, and he needed to complete this dare though. If he doesn't complete it soon, and Wendy calls him or something, and I tell them I haven’t. They might think it is because I am being a chicken about the dare. And he couldn’t have that!

After going back and forth with himself about this for awhile. Dipper finally caved in to his curiosity. He got up and walked away from his camera (it is not like anyone could actually steal it or even touch it anyways. No need to undo his hard setting it up; to take it with him) to find whatever thing he is sensing.

So following his senses, he kept walking and getting closer and closer to whatever he was sensing. The closer he got, the more and more irritated Dipper was getting.

Why am I getting so annoyed here?

As he got closer and closer to the presence (he knew now, it was a familiar soul. Not too familiar. He probably had only met this soul once or twice. But it was enough to leave a mark on him) that irritation only grew more and more.

He was finally close enough to the somewhat familiar, annoyance-causing soul, to see the person from behind. And to hear them talking. Yelling about someone else, maybe their friend pulling off some stunts. Honestly, they weren’t even that good, so he doesn’t know why that soul is making such a fuss about it.

Dipper was now right now behind this soul, Standing pretty menacingly and glaring - with some gold shining through the hazel-colored irises of his human disguise. Which, honestly, just himself basically; if he had been able to grow to his twenties as a human. What can Dipper say, he is sentimental - down at the person while doing so. And now Dipper was almost certain who this reincarnation was. But, no, that couldn’t be possible. It can’t be him. It just can’t be. Dipper won’t believe it until he saw his face. Actually talk to him.

So Dipper grabbed at his (he thought it was a guy. Though that could have just been Dipper seeing this reincarnation as him.) shoulder, turning him around suddenly (and roughly. Though not too rough to actually hurt him too bad. Though, Dipper was very tempted to. Still was tempted to), and asking with a cold, harsh tone:

“What and how are you here, Dippy Fresh?!?!”

Dippy Fresh (and his friend? too, who had stopped doing skateboarding tricks was coming towards them) just gawked at him. Eyes (they weren’t hazel, like Dipper’s own eyes. They looked black) wide eyed, staring at him. Mouth gawking open; like an idiot. Not saying anything.

Dippy Fresh. He was just going to call him Fresh (or maybe Dippy Fresh) in his head for now. Because Dippy was too close to his own name, and that could just get confusing (and also, it rubbed Dipper the wrong way that Dippy was so close to his own name; just in general. On principle).

Anyways, Fresh stood there so long just staring up at him (Fresh was quite short, hah), that Dipper had time to more take in Fresh.

The first thing he noticed besides Fresh’s eyes, was while there were still some similarities between how he and Dippy Fresh looked. They still looked very differently. Like for one, Dippy had black, shoulder-length and greasy-looking hair. It kind of reminded Dipper of how Robbie would sometimes style his hair. Though Dippy’s hair was a lot straighter, and even greasier-looking to Dipper’s eyes. Not that Dippy Fresh completely looked like Dipper in the first place, despite being a Bill-made “clone” of him. He was still just a distorted mirror of Dipper after all. He had always been wrong since the day he was created. But despite knowing all that, the differences in appearance between this reincarnation and Dippy Fresh were throwing Dipper off. Though not too much. Just a tiny bit. To Dipper, this WAS Dippy Fresh anyways. And that was all there was to it.

Dipper was about to say something, because the silence was getting awkward, when Fresh’s friend? came up to them and touched Fresh’s other shoulder to get his attention.

That finally snapped Fresh out of his stupor.

“Dude, are you going to keep grabbing onto my shoulder and glaring at me? Also, why do you feel kind of familiar? And do your eyes look all weird???” Dippy Fresh yammered out. Grating on Dipper’s ears.

His friend had stopped grabbing Fresh’s shoulder, before realizing he was not talking to him. He looked sheepish about his mistake. Dipper just crushed his hand (that seemed almost like a claw at that point) around Fresh’s shoulder even more.

“Ummm, dude?” Dippy Fresh kept questioning.

Dippy Fresh’s friend who had just been standing there, decided he was going to intervene for his friend once he realized that Dipper wasn’t backing off.

Walking up to Dipper, he yelled, “Hey, what do you think you are doing? Who even are you?? Daryl says you are familiar to him, but I have never seen or heard of you before. And even if I did know you, you shouldn’t be acting like this with Daryl!”

Dipper was still holding unto Dippy Fresh (or Daryl he was called? Who cares; this was still just Dippy Fresh to him); glaring at him. Gold kept shining and spreading through his irises as he did so. At Fresh’s friend’s words; Dipper finally perked up and looked somewhere else. The gold in his irises receding as he did so, but didn’t completely disappear. Dipper, still though, didn’t let go of Fresh’s shoulder. If anything, he somehow clamped down even harder.

“Dude, ow! Just please let–”. Fresh shouted.

“And who are are you?” Was all Dipper said. As he interrupted Fresh.

“I’m Daryl’s brother, Nathan. Now are you to answer my questions and actually let go of my brother!?” Fresh’s brother; Nathan, he supposes, retorted.

Dipper, who was now still looking at Nathan, when he heard Nathan say he was Fresh’s brother, Dipper’s grip loosened and eyes softened. He didn’t completely let go of Fresh yet though. But Dipper did start to look (and feel) more bad about what he was doing.

His voice, still, cold, though, the coldness felt less effective and intimidating, with his stammering, Dipper replied, “Oh well, I am…Hank”, due to Dipper’s brain short-circuiting and not wanting to give the name Dipper to Dippy Fresh and his…brother, supplied that name to Dipper. And so that is why Dipper gave that name - of all names - to them. Why that name, Dipper! Dipper shouted at himself in his mind. Like, sure, it wasn’t his Dipper or Mason. But why did he have to give the name Hank? He could have just gone with the name Tyrone again. Or something! Damn it!!

“And well, Fresh here-”

“That isn’t my name?” Fresh said confused.

“That isn’t his name!” Nathan shouted.

“Oh yeah, whoops. Sorry about that”, Dipper really wasn’t all that sorry, because Dippy Fresh was still Dippy Fresh to him, so he wasn’t wrong in calling him Fresh. But, he did feel bad that he was upsetting Fresh’s…brother, Nathan so much. Nathan being so protective of his brother is sweet. And well, Nathan really has nothing to do with his vendetta against Dippy Fresh. So he did feel somewhat bad.

“Your brother, Nathan, just really reminds me of someone I knew in the past. …Someone, I hated. And that hatred may have clouded my judgement here. So I ended up mistaking…–Daryl” Dipper forced out, “here for that person. And took things out on him. I am. Truly sorry.” Dipper finished. Words silted.

……

….

“I see, man. Mistakes happen. And as long as you are sorry; we are chill now. Though, maybe let go of my shoulder, yeah?” D

Dipper did let go of Fresh’s shoulder when asked this time. Though, it was begrudgingly.

Why does Dippy Fresh have to be so forgiving? It is making it harder to keep on hating him. Dipper thought with frustration. Eyes narrowing. He still hates him though of course. But, he is making it somewhat harder.

“Thank you, dude!” Dippy Fresh beamed.

Dipper just rolled his eyes at that, and hmmpphed in response.

“I will forgive you too, since Daryl is. However, I still think you are acting like an ass. And are a weirdo.”

Dipper chuckled, “Yeah, that is fair.”

“Well, I am happy you get that.” Nathan replied. And then wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulder. A bit of a protective glare in his eyes directed towards Dipper, and softening when he turned back around to look at Dippy Fresh.

“Anyways, Daryl, it is getting dark, we should probably head back to home. Mom and Dad will probably get worried about us soon.” Nathan whispered to Daryl. He said it quietly enough, and was giving quick glances to Dipper over his shoulder while doing so, that Dipper thought that Nathan didn’t want him to hear. And that besides what he said; Dipper felt like he might have been the main reason, or at least, a reason why they were actually leaving.

Dipper can understand that. He hadn’t acted..--the best today. So Dipper understands why Nathan wants to leave.

Though, Nathan has to be better about his giveaways. He wasn’t too bad. But he saw the looks over his shoulder and heard what Nathan was saying (though, to be fair, he might have only heard that, because he was a demon. He might not have heard, if it wasn’t for that). So there could be some improvements made there.

(Dipper thought this, while he had also, not been the greatest at hiding giveaways and at subterfuge today (and other days too))

……..

……

Nathan and Dippy Fresh; kind of reminded Dipper, of him and Mabel.

Dipper shook his head in disgust at even thinking that.

Because Dippy Fresh was apart of that equation.

While Dipper was lost in thought, Dippy Fresh had been trying to get his attention.

Nathan was trying to pull him away, but Dippy Fresh waved him off, mumbling, “Just give me a second.”

“...hey. Hey! Hey!! HEYYYY!!!!...”, Dippy Fresh was shouting in Dipper’s ear. Holding Dipper’s shoulder just like Dipper had been to Dippy (though, he was holding his shoulder A LOT lighter than Dipper had been).

Dipper, blinked. Ears earring. Irritated once again, yelled back, “What? WHAT do YOU want?! Why are you shouting in my ear like that.”

“I just wanted to say. You mentioned how you mistook me for someone else. And, it is kind of weird, but like I said earlier. …And now that I think about, it is like you just ignored me saying that. But ah, whatever, maybe you just didn’t hear it or something like that! So I will just say this again. But it is weird that you say that, when I also feel like you are familiar for some reason. And I just wanted to ask why is that? And who was that person you hated that Iremindedyouof?!” Dippy Fresh was getting more and more incoherent and excited throughout this whole diatribe, with the last words being esp. incoherent.

Dipper ears were once again ringing. And instead of being mad (though he still kind of was); he once again jus felt nostalgia. Dippy Fresh kept reminding him of Mabel… But no! He was nothing like her, nothing… But he kind of was though.

It is kind of fitting though, Dipper guessed. While, Dippy Fresh was a distorted wrong mirror of him. He was also kind of the same thig for Mabel too. Because while Dippy Fresh looked more like him, he acted more like Mabel. Distorted and so wrong for her too though, like it was him. A cheap knock-off of the both of them.

But still, it is fitting that Dippy Fresh—a reincarnation of Dippy Fresh, would act like her. Remind him of her.

He still doesn’t really like that though.

He really, really doesn’t.

“First of all, can you please, stop destroying my eardrums.” Dipper growled.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. You just weren’t responding. You were really out of it.” Dippy Fresh apogolized.

“Second of all. I don’t know why we both found each other familiar.” Dipper lied. “You are obviously not the person I hated”, this was both a truth and a lie to Dipper, so it is probably just a coincidence honestly.” Dipper continued to lie through his teeth. Though, maybe their meeting was a bit of a coincidence. Though, Dipper had a knack for running into souls he already knew. So he wasn’t even sure this meeting was a coincidence.

Dippy Fresh looked disappointed and not very believing of that reply.

Before Fresh could say anything more. Dipper continued.

“AND THIRD OF ALL. I am not telling you who that person was. It is not really your business, kid.” Dipper grunted out. Sounding a lot like Grunkle Stan.

“Why you calling me a kid, I am 15! Not even that young. And you can’t even be that much older than me. What, are you like, 17 or 18!”

“What?! No, I am 27! How could you be a decade off?!” Dipper was flabbergasted. Though, Wendy had said something similar when Dipper had met her again in this life. But still, Dipper had his pride.

“Well, it is not my fault you look super young. You have, like no facial hair whatsoever! And even if you are 27. While, that is kind of old–”

“Hey!” Dipper interrupted.

“It isn’t that old or that much older than me to be calling me a kid!” Dippy Fresh continued.

“Hmmphhh, you are a kid to me.” Was all Dipper said.

“Uuuggggghhh”, Dippy Fresh really drew out, “You are so awful sometimes.”

“Like I care what a KID says.” Dipper rubbed in further.

“You are obviously just tying to make me mad. Also, wait, no, besides you just trying to get under my skin”, Dipper rolled his eyes at that, “I shouldn’t be focusing on this in the first place!”

“And what should you be focusing on? I answered your questions. And Nathan thinks you guys should leave. Your parents are probably getting SO worried about you.” Dipper deflected. Somehow both well and poorly.

“THAT! It’s THAT!! Your answers either sucked or you didn’t really give me an answer. Just said I should buzz off, basically. Or it was kind of both! Come on, man!! Can you please give me better answers.”

……….

“I answered your questions. You guys should get home. It is dark now.” Was all Dipper said. Basically saying nothing really. Dipper then turned around to head for his camera (Damn it. He wasted so much more time doing this than he thought he would. *Sigh*. He guesses he just needs to do it tomorrow, Sunday, then. Before Wendy comes back on Monday.) to retrieve it, before he left.

Before he could really start walking away though, Dippy Fresh grabbed his wrist.

“Fine then, if you aren’t going to answer now, how about we exchange numbers! And we can like, talk and meet up or something, more later. I can’t just forget about this and move on. I need…to know more. I can’t just let this all go. Please.” Dippy Fresh pleaded.

Nathan then yelled out, “What, no, we aren’t doing that!”

Dippy Fresh just gave him the puppy dog eyes and a pout.

Nathan kept on refusing for awhile.

Before finally caving in.

“Fine, we can do this, but if you guys ever meet up, I will be there too. Or me and others too. Not just Daryl. If you guys chat in anyway. It will be in a sort of group chat. Got it!”

Happily, Dippy Fresh shouted, “Yes, deal!”, Dipper jumped a bit at that, but only a bit, and it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else, “Thank you, Bro!” Hearing that hurt Dipper so much. With how much Dippy Fresh truly reminded him of Mabel.

He despised that.

He missed her so much.

“What makes you think I will ever tell you anything. If I had anything more to tell. Even if we did this?”

“I will wear you down! I know it!!” Was Fresh’s optimistic answer.

Dipper said nothing for awhile. “You truly are an idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Hey!!”

Both Nathan and Dippy Fresh shouted.

“But fine, we can exchange information. But I can’t promise you will ever get the answers you actually want,...Daryl.” Dipper conceded.

Daryl, with a huge grin, yelled, “That is good enough for me! Even more so, since like I said, I will wear you down!! I just know it!!!

Both Nathan and Dipper rolled their eyes at what Daryl was saying. But there was slight smile on both their faces and slight fondness to both their eyes (though, Nathan’s smile was bigger and eyes, way more fond, than Dipper).

Maybe today turned out better than I thought it was, Dipper thought.

Maybe.

He still kind of hated Dippy Fresh though.

But, maybe that hatred, was…less than it was before.

Ending Author's Note that I posted in the AO3 version of this fic too:

This was my fic for the 9th Annual TAUathon!

I did my fic based on this prompt: Alcor meets a reincarnation of Dippy Fresh. Which was submitted by the awesome StarlightSystem. I got the prompt from this Spreadsheet:

2023 TAUathon Spreadsheet

Linking it here in case anyone wants to check out all the prompts on it, or check out the fics posted/linked on it (though, you can also check out Tumblr. Esp. the TAU blog for those fics too. Or the Transcendence AU tag on here. I.e.; AO3).

This fic is being posted about half a day and/or a day late. But hey, that isn't too late (which is good for me for various, understandable - to me, at least, lol - reasons. That I have already talked about other places. Like my Tumblr, and I won't get too much into again. Because I don't really need to), and I did really try to post this on the 5th. But that didn't work out. But hey, I am still posting this fic now!

I am super excited to share this fic with y'all! And I am really super duper excited to see everyone's work!!

Which, I haven't really checked out yet. Because I wanted to wait a bit, and really give people time to start posting stuff. Also, because I wanted to focus on finishing, editing, and posting my fic. Before I checked out everyone else's works.

Which, I am very ecstatic to start checking out other people's works soon (now)!

Anyways.

Happy 9th Annual TAUathon!

And happy 9th Anniversary to the amazing TAU Tumblr Blog!!: https://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/ @transcendence-au

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