For the person who asked for possessed!Henry. My mail box ate the ask and this spiraled into almost 6000 words but I hope you enjoy it!
“Henry, I want your body.”
Henry looked up from his newspaper he was reading on the porch swing, and at his brother in law, who was hovering nervously nearby.
“Dipper, I’m flattered, but I’m married to your sister,” he said as gently as possible.
“No I need to be in you!”
Henry blushed as red as his hair. “Um, Dipper, I, um, thought, you, um…er…”
Dipper blushed and then burst aflame from the sheer embarrassment.
“Oh fuck I need…no, I want…no…”
Dipper threw up his hands and screamed in frustration, which rattled the timbers of the Shack. Then he blipped away.
He came back a second later with a sock puppet. More specifically, a sock puppet that looked like Mabel and-
“Oh. Oooooh,” Henry said, understanding dawning on him.
“Yeah,” Dipper confirmed, hand behind his head and a blush still evident on his face.
Henry put his paper aside.
“Why do you need me?” Henry asked.
Dipper gave him a pointed look. “Because Mabel isn’t here.” The ‘duh’ was left implicit.
He had a point. Mabel was currently having a spa…girly…weekend thing with Pacifica, Wendy, Grenda, and Candy. They had left with seven bottles of tequila in the trunk of the car, and Henry had been checking the news every day in a five county area to make sure nothing had burnt down or exploded. And even if Stan hadn’t been on a purchasing trip in Florida, Henry was pretty sure Dipper wouldn’t be asking him anyway.
“But why do you need me? Mabel comes back tomorrow. Can’t it wait?” Henry asked.
Dipper scowled. “Well, by this time tomorrow half of the town will have been eaten by the wendigo that’s currently prowling in the forest.”