𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

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I don't know what I was thinking, but for some reason, I agreed to walk with the kids blindfolded. They had said they had a surprise for me. I was intrigued. I walk with them. In truth, I could see through the blindfold anytime I want, but that wouldn't be fun and will ruin the surprise. 

"Are we there yet?" I ask.

"Almost." Mable said. 

I had an aching feeling. I can't stop thinking about what Bill had said. I do like Dipper and Mable, by a lot, but I can't be getting soft or attached.

"Ow." I hear. 

"Is everyone alright?" I ask. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a run-in with an Ambor because someone didn't use real paint for the car." Dipper said. 

He's lying. Not about his run-in, but about painting the car. He didn't paint the car. He painted something else. Intresting. I love interesting. 

"We're here." Dipper said. 

"Am I allowed to look?" I ask.

I smell berry juice. Not paint. Hmmm. Something feels powerful. Something feels heavenly. 

"Before we take it off, we need you to say your brother's name." Mable said. 

"I am not saying my useless brother's name." I refuse.

"Pleeease?" Mable said. 

I can feel her giving puppy-eyes. Ugh fine. 

"Yahmen."  I say. 

I feel like something's glowing. 

"Luci?" I hear a voice I never want to hear. 

I take of the blindfold. I see the runes. Oh crap. I glare at Mabel and Dipper.



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