"Mabel!" Dipper kept tugging on her arm, but it was futile when she was stronger than him - especially as a myth. "Uugh, this is worse than when you get distracted by boys."
There was no way he was snapping her out of it and he kept feeling his mind trying to flit away, the song's tugging growing sharper and sharper until it felt like it was going to yank his brain out of his head if his body didn't follow along with it.
"This isn't working. I need to find something to cover all our ears," he muttered to himself, trying his best to cover his ears with his hands. It wasn't enough - the song kept leaking in, even though it was a little easier to ignore it.
Eyeing a nearby pharmacy he ran into it, scanning through the shelves. He knew he could just use his snowglobe and run but there was no way he was leaving his sister and the others here and the mini-fairy had already flown off the notify Bunny and the others. He was the one here right now and he had to do something to help.
"Earplugs! Earplugs, earplugs, where are the earplugs?!"
If he could get a pack, he could shove some in his ears and then shove them in the ears of the others.
"I need to find - need to find -" He stopped. "What was I looking for again?"
His eyes strayed to the door and the music filtering in from outside, dancing around the edges of his hearing, leaking through his fingers.
"No! No no no!" he shouted at himself. "Fight it! Come on, Dipper, you have to fight it!"
He sang to himself, loud and out of pitch, to try to block out the sound with his own reedy, cracking voice.
"Disco girl! Coming through! That girl is you! OOOH OOOH, OOH OOOH!"
He stumbled up an aisle, growing dizzier and dizzier as the song tried to tug at his brain. It was getting too hard to focus, too hard to maintain control.
"Disco girl! Is on the Scene! You are the queen! OOOH OOOH, OOH OOOH!"
He had to get the ear plugs and save himself so he could save the others!
But he could still hear it. The song was just so beautiful and his imagination was telling him it came from someplace equally beautiful, a place that was wondrous and strange, like all the things he tried to find back in Gravity Falls. It was an unknown and he always went running into the unknown.
But the pragmatic part of his brain knew how easily that temptation could cause him to run into danger - he'd done it before and sometimes dragged his friends into it. Even though he forgot himself sometimes, he was trying to stop doing that, trying to not let his obsessions get others into trouble.
It was just so tempting, though, it was just - he just needed to see. He needed to -
He hadn't really noticed how he'd fallen just short of the earplugs, on his face on the floor, hands slowly loosening and falling from his ears. And only once, when he was outside on the street, did he briefly wonder how he'd gotten there.
Hadn't he been doing something else? Something important?
Oh well, that didn't matter now, did it? There were secrets to uncover and mysteries to solve. There was a garden he needed to find, one that the voice promised him had wonderful things, and all he had to do was follow the singing...
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There was no way he was snapping her out of it and he kept feeling his mind trying to flit away, the song's tugging growing sharper and sharper until it felt like it was going to yank his brain out of his head if his body didn't follow along with it.
"This isn't working. I need to find something to cover all our ears," he muttered to himself, trying his best to cover his ears with his hands. It wasn't enough - the song kept leaking in, even though it was a little easier to ignore it.
Eyeing a nearby pharmacy he ran into it, scanning through the shelves. He knew he could just use his snowglobe and run but there was no way he was leaving his sister and the others here and the mini-fairy had already flown off the notify Bunny and the others. He was the one here right now and he had to do something to help.
"Earplugs! Earplugs, earplugs, where are the earplugs?!"
If he could get a pack, he could shove some in his ears and then shove them in the ears of the others.
"I need to find - need to find -" He stopped. "What was I looking for again?"
His eyes strayed to the door and the music filtering in from outside, dancing around the edges of his hearing, leaking through his fingers.
"No! No no no!" he shouted at himself. "Fight it! Come on, Dipper, you have to fight it!"
He sang to himself, loud and out of pitch, to try to block out the sound with his own reedy, cracking voice.
"Disco girl! Coming through! That girl is you! OOOH OOOH, OOH OOOH!"
He stumbled up an aisle, growing dizzier and dizzier as the song tried to tug at his brain. It was getting too hard to focus, too hard to maintain control.
"Disco girl! Is on the Scene! You are the queen! OOOH OOOH, OOH OOOH!"
He had to get the ear plugs and save himself so he could save the others!
But he could still hear it. The song was just so beautiful and his imagination was telling him it came from someplace equally beautiful, a place that was wondrous and strange, like all the things he tried to find back in Gravity Falls. It was an unknown and he always went running into the unknown.
But the pragmatic part of his brain knew how easily that temptation could cause him to run into danger - he'd done it before and sometimes dragged his friends into it. Even though he forgot himself sometimes, he was trying to stop doing that, trying to not let his obsessions get others into trouble.
It was just so tempting, though, it was just - he just needed to see. He needed to -
He hadn't really noticed how he'd fallen just short of the earplugs, on his face on the floor, hands slowly loosening and falling from his ears. And only once, when he was outside on the street, did he briefly wonder how he'd gotten there.
Hadn't he been doing something else? Something important?
Oh well, that didn't matter now, did it? There were secrets to uncover and mysteries to solve. There was a garden he needed to find, one that the voice promised him had wonderful things, and all he had to do was follow the singing...