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[ursawhiner]

Hey, you've reached Dipper Pines! I can't talk right now, but leave any questions and information after the beep and I'll get back to you. Hopefully.

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[worstever]

Bill? I remember you two saying something about that during the gas attacks.

[He'd just, y'know, not been sure how much was being loopy on fear gas. Apparently very little.]

... right. The one on the network hid his eyes.

[Some loose threads are really coming together, here.]

[ursawhiner]

Bill Cipher. He's a chaos demon.

You should stay away from him. The only way to tell us apart is our eyes. And he'll probably have a lot of weird injuries.

[Dipper doesn't really want to say, 'Stay away from me, too,' but that might be best for now.]

[worstever]

I can take care of myself. I'm more concerned about you.

[ursawhiner]

It's not like you can shoot him! The worst he can do is probably possess me again.

[worstever]

He doesn't seem like a great actor, judging by the network. I like to think I'd notice if you suddenly developed a scary streak.

[ursawhiner]

He was good enough to trick Ken into making a deal with him.

[worstever]

Hm. Alright, yeah. That complicates things.

What do his deals entail?

[ursawhiner]

It depends. Ken just said that he owes Bill a favor now. Whenever he needs help.

[worstever]

And Ken has to do it whenever he calls that in? No way to slip out of this?

[ursawhiner]

A deal's a deal.

[And the deals always work out to Bill's advantage.]

[worstever]

Of course.

[Like five minutes later:]

You know you can ask me for help if these things ever come to a head, right?

[ursawhiner]

Yeah. I really appreciate it.

[And there is zero chance Dipper's actually going to call Wash when he's in trouble.]

[worstever]

Good. We take care of our own.

[ursawhiner]

Thanks, man.

Nice to know there's more to blue team than Caboose trying to make me drink hot sauce.

[worstever]

Oh my god. Yeah, don't do that.

[Uh oh. What is this. It's... it's the rare Blue Team CO Pep Talk.]

You know, I got pegged as the rookie at first too.

[ursawhiner]

He was only going to give me ten cookies.

...Seriously? But you're so good at everything.

[worstever]

Ha. Yeah, well. When you're in a team where everyone else is just as good at everything, that stops meaning as much.

Everyone else had their specialty, something they could do better than anyone else. And then there was me. My specialty, as far as the rest of them were concerned, was being dead weight.

[ursawhiner]

What changed? Did you unlock some kind of secret power or something?

[worstever]

Honestly? I found a different team. Somewhere it was about supporting each other, not tearing each other down to be the best.

You already have people in your life who want to see you succeed. Me included. Yeah, you might get ribbed a little while you figure things out, but all of us want to see you pull through. So don't worry too much about being the rookie every now and again, and remember you don't need to do any of this alone.

... and don't do anything Caboose tells you to do. That's key too.

[ursawhiner]

You're right. I have my family and all my friends. There's no way we can lose.

Me and Mabel together can do anything.

...Also, can you check if Caboose actually doesn't know my name or if he's just messing with me?

[worstever]

Exactly.

And yeah, I don't need to check. He doesn't know it. It took months for him to be totally clear on mine.

[ursawhiner]

But you guys are pretty much color coded.

[worstever]

You'd think, but I was the same color as Church at the time. Long story.

[ursawhiner]

What, did you run out of shades of blue?

[worstever]

Something like that. We had a spare suit around, I needed one. And Caboose gets... confused.

It was less work to just let him call me Church.