[The hat is much too big for him now and slips down over his eyes, plunging the forest into complete darkness until he reaches up to push it back enough so he can see. He looks up at Stan for a brief moment before hovering over to where his backpack and pokeballs are. His eyes dart from one to the next as he places his black hands on them, careful not to let himself phase through their surfaces. Each one is scuffed and scratched, but the premier ball that contains Abra seems to have suffered the worst damage. Dipper draws back quickly as he feels deep gouges in the side of the device, a sudden memory hitting him like a ton of bricks. He can't remember...what happened exactly, but whatever it was Abra had tried to teleport him to safety.
Unfortunately, even his Abra wasn't fast enough.
Shaking his head, Dipper stiffly draws back from the belt, unintentionally letting out a piercing cry of despair, one that startles the surrounding Phantump and causes them to almost rush forwards to his aid. Instead, though, they cluster around Cadaver's base, watching him carefully as he rushes back over to Stan, clearly wanting to be in his arms again.]
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He can't remember...what happened exactly, but whatever it was Abra had tried to teleport him to safety.
Unfortunately, even his Abra wasn't fast enough.
Shaking his head, Dipper stiffly draws back from the belt, unintentionally letting out a piercing cry of despair, one that startles the surrounding Phantump and causes them to almost rush forwards to his aid. Instead, though, they cluster around Cadaver's base, watching him carefully as he rushes back over to Stan, clearly wanting to be in his arms again.]