It began with a bang.

Dipper remember trying to cling desperately to anything as the portal opened. Out of the corner he could see Mabel reaching for the button.

And he felt himself begin to slip.

He begged her. Yelled over grunkle Stan. But she hesitated. And he let go. Dipper flew back into the portal, screaming for all he was worth. He could vaguely register someone screaming him.

Being inside the portal was disorienting. The outside of the portal was bad enough but the inside was psychedelic. And then something slammed into him and bright pink registered in his vision. Mabel had let go and was now clinging to him as they hurtled through the multiverse. Dipper clung back, not wanting to let go off his twin.

This would not do.

For a second they were one person. Dipper could literally feel Mabel's mind racing. His sense of touch, of anything melted away. He screeched, praying to any deity that could hear he wasn't alone. And then they were ripped apart and shunted down another section of the portal. And then they were real.

They opened and took in the world in sync. Mabel was first to register the grey world, that they were perched on ironically a pine tree.

Dipper noticed how small they were.

A scream split the quiet mindscape.

"Brobro! Dipping sauce! Dipdop! Chill!" Mabel yelled as she moved closer to her brother. She couldn't miss a single detail of the tiny blue pine tree. It was a simple shape, two blue triangles and a little trunk. With tiny black limbs. A miniature baseball hat, the perfect copy of his former hat hovered over his head. Dipper also sat on top of a large navy journal sealed with Big Dipper. Mabel hysterically noted it looked like he was surfing.

His one eye was closed. But he seemed to have no problem clinging to her. And she could barely see her own form from this angle. A golden star, rainbow ribbons tied into a cute bow and trailing behind on her back. Dipper then opened his eye. And then closed it again, moaning painfully.

It was like a book had attempted to cram itself through his retina. It deluged him with information about the tree branch they were sitting (hovering?) on. He could see the shifting threads of probability weaving together.

And so the tiny twin demons clung to each other in a new world.