Hive [1 / 2]
Warnings for mind control (sort…of), slight body horror, and slight gore/animal death (don’t worry, the pig is safe).
Suggested listening for this chapter: “Hold No Guns” by Death Cab for Cutie.
Part One // Part Two
Dipper, unsurprisingly, notices it first.
“Is it just me, or have people been acting…weirder than usual lately?” he asks, from flat on his back on the porch, basking in the heat of the sinking sun and the chill of the water evaporating off of him and the dull, slow ache in all his muscles from running around with Soos ambushing (okay, being ambushed by) Wendy and Mabel with water guns all afternoon. The wood underneath his back is rough and sun-warmed, both splinters and heat slowly working their way into his skin, and from where he lies he can just see a sliver of glaring blue out of the corner of his right eye, past the edge of the sagging porch roof.
“Define ‘weirder than usual’,” Wendy says, from the couch somewhere to Dipper’s left, her voice lazy and languid as the quiet buzz from the trees out ringing the yard. Dipper can’t muster the energy to turn and look at her; he remembers her falling sprawled across the cushions, one arm up over the back. As far as he knows, she hasn’t moved.
“Yeah, Dipper, this is Gravity Falls -” Mabel starts, and Dipper groans.
“That’s why I said 'weirder than usual’, Mabel. Weirder than usual.”