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dippxr | prompt

Possession was an interesting thing.

For one it gave Sock the ability to be able to feel things again, which was one of, if not the only, thing he missed about life.

He had never really been sure where the host’s consciousness went, and it really didn’t bother him too much, it always came back as soon as he left anyways.

It wasn’t as if he did anything too terrible with people’s bodies, he just maybe went on the occasional killing spree. Or killing sprees. But nothing too horrible. 

It did tend to happen involuntarily sometimes. As in, Sock’d be minding his own business and then all of the sudden he was in someone else’s body. And more often then not, it took a little while to figure out how to get out. Which was why when Sock found himself in the body of a twelve year old, he was maybe, slightly, very pissed off. Enough so to have shouted some vulgarities.

Ones first reaction to having their body possessed is not a calm ‘Oh look - I’m not in my body.’ in fact, it is more you do not realize it till you try and pick something up and faze right through it, and then you need to consider the fact. 'am I dead?’

And this was in fact what Dipper Chase Pines was going through, though being spared with the whole confusion bit. He had to turn around for something anyway, and at the moment he did he was flouting in front of - himself. Not an alternate, but clearly himself.

He blinked, waving his hands in front of the others eyes hoping to get attention,.