open } take the time to know yourself not a clone or a fraction of someone else

[cloned]

Who: Kon, George, Dipper, YOU!
Where: Bathhouse
When: over the course of the event
Rating: PG-13 tops, probably
Summary: Exploring a strange place is always a good idea. Definitely. Especially when there are weird bizarro shadows lurking around. But what's the worst that can happen, right?
The Story:

[Starters in the comments! If none of the scenarios work for me, let me know and I can put something personalized.]

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[singloversing]

Wirt looks very concerned about whether that beam is going to hold the weight of all three of them, but when faced with the options of either that or staying down here with the Shadows, he knows he's going to have to suck it up and he clings to Mabel and Dipper.

"Why should you get do to that?" Wirt's Shadow glares at her. "You probably don't even really care about me at all!"

"Not true. Definitely not true," Wirt clarifies, the second he realizes they aren't going anywhere. "Look we-- We can talk about this later? We know they're not really us, so we need to g--"

He pales when Mabel's Shadow starts to laugh though, and he doesn't like how snake-like his Shadow's eyes look now that he's said the thing too.

[krmvgivv]

This is definitely not a good sign. Dipper backs up a little, still holding onto Mabel. "Um. Maybe a little less pissing off the horrible evil doppelgangers, a little more grappling hook out of here?"

"That's right, Mabel, I can't think of a strategy, so let's run away!" Dipperganger taunts. "If I use enough big words maybe you'll keep thinking I'm smart even though I'm completely out of ideas!"

"I am not out of ideas, and retreat is a valid strategy!" Dipper glares, holding on tightly to Wirt and Mabel. "What are you anyway, some attempt to be as little like us as possible?"

The Shadow starts laughing as well, in creepy unison with Mabel's Shadow, and smoke starts to pool around them.

[powerofmabel]

"Don't use that kind of language on me, Dipper Pines," Mabel says with so much fervor she probably sounds like their mom- except their mom would have used his real name, and Mabel will never be annoyed enough with him to do that. She's a little stressed, okay, and it's easier to focus on her real brother than the two shadows.

Or the fact that she has no idea where to go from here. This seemed like a valid strategy at the time, and now they're just trapped in midair, while things happen around them. Yikes.

The steam dissipates leaving them dangling above some sort of strange, giant abomination. It's oddly tree shaped- the ball gown that Mabel's shadow had been wearing now made of interlocking pine branches, growing thinner and thinner until the tree thins out into a perfect feminine pear-shape. Rather than a head, the the monster boasts a large star with rainbow streams extending out from it like hair. It reaches upwards towards them with limb-like arms curling into clawing, needy hands, seemingly desperate for some sort of validation from the children.

Mabel, in desperation, tries to pull them up to the beam so they can get up on top of it. "That is so not cool."

[singloversing]

Retreat is the best strategy they have, and Wirt is more than happy to take it. He yelps when he sees Mabel's Shadow turn into a tree of all things though, and it lights exactly enough of a metaphorical fire under his butt for him to scramble up on top of the beam.

Meanwhile, his own Shadow has morphed as well. It isn't as large as Mabel's, but it writhes under its skin as it shifts. The skin turns pitch black and begins to split into separate interlocking snakes that just barely hold his Shadow together in some sort of vague shape that's more blob than boy. The main head is still vaguely Wirt-looking, but it's sallow and scales freckle across his cheeks. When he bares his teeth, he has long pointed fangs.

"Th-That-- that doesn't even make any sense!" Wirt stammers out, pointing down at his Shadow indignantly. He likes to think he's genre-savvy, and none of this matches up with the motifs that usually occur in his life.

[krmvgivv]

"Yeah, we need to get the heck out of here." Dipper scrambles backwards. Then he glances at Mabel. "Did ours... merge?"

[powerofmabel]

"Oh boy," Mabel says, very succinctly. The beam is still up there, an inviting, yet risky, salvation from this. She nods at Wirt to go up first. "Who cares? None of it makes sense! Get up there." Once he's up, he can pull Dipper up, and then she can follow.

Though Dipper does have a point and she wrinkles her nose in disgust at the sight of their merged Shadow. "So that's what gem fusion is like..."

[singloversing]

Wirt does exactly that, hoisting Dipper up after him and then reaching down to help Mabel. He watches below as his Shadow becomes a mass of snakes, and decides he doesn't like what this potentially says about him as a person - or what Dipper and Mabel's Shadow is trying to say about them.

"O-Okay. They can't get us up here. M-Maybe we can, uh--"

He looks back down the hall the way they came, but before he can form it into a thought there's a sharp gust of wind from below. All of the snake heads of Wirt's Shadow are pointed up at them, and they send some sort of wind attack upward. Wirt immediately ducks down and hugs the beam with both arms so he won't fall off of it.

[krmvgivv]

Dipper reaches an arm down to help Mabel, then flattens himself against the beam so that they can't be blown off. "Um, find things to throw!"

He pulls off his shoes and throws them, one at the Pines figure and one at the Wirt figure, as hard as he can.

[powerofmabel]

"Why don't I keep fireworks in my sweater for occasions like this? I keep everything else there!" Mabel laments this while keeping low on the beam waiting for the wind to pass. Once the immediate danger is over, she reaches into her interior sweater pockets and pulls out a handful of candy.

"Sorry super secret candy stash- it's for a good cause." She flings the candy at the Shadows like they're tiny grenades. "Feel my sugar-coated fury, you fakes!"

[singloversing]

Wirt doesn't ditch his shoes, and he doesn't have a secret candy stash (he's not Greg, sheesh) but while the Pines twins are attacking, he's thinking and watching his shadow.

"I-I don't think this is working. There has to be something else we can do," he says. "Maybe if we can just get away from them..."

"You always run away," his Mirror says, dozens of snake eyes glowing yellow. "But you can't run from me! You can't run away from yourself!"