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[braidtrain]

[Mabel was long behind Dipper to wake up, the dreams having made it hard to sleep so she was a little more tired than usual, but no less of a light sleeper. It just too a little longer from the haziness to leave her mind long enough to realize something was wrong.

Rubbing at her eyes, she props herself up with a sleepy whine in complaint. And she just looks between the two boys with a squint as Dipper asks his question.]

Wait, what ab't our hands?

[No, she hasn't processed the request enough to actually show him anything.]

[kolus]

[ The weapon in Dipper's hands does little to discourage the goblin. He only pauses to turn on the lights, banishing darkness with the flip of a switch, before he moves further into the room. ] Put 'em up where I can see them. Let's go.

[ Stan holds out his own, a name carved into his palm unknown to him. YUTO. ] You had a dream about a troll... Four of 'em up to tonight. [ The last was less encouraging compared to those before it, the monster meeting an end most foul. He needn't speak it; had they the same dream, they knew her fate just as well. ]