Hey guys, I am here with another story. I have written the fanfic in Dippers view, but I may have dramatized it a -teeny- bit. Please, please write a review. It doesn't matter if you like or dislike the story, reviewing will help me a lot to get better. Next part I will write this scene in Mabel's P.O.V.
Dipper Pines never knew how much betrayal could hurt. On that long Summers day, he found out. Who could have guessed that strange men would come to arrest a member of your family? Or that there is a portal built under your house? How could he have guessed that his sister would betray him in a heartbeat? Three short words was all it took. Three words that hit him square in the chest. Three words to break his heart.
Dipper had stood in pure shock as he looked at all the words in front of him. All of the fake I.D.'s, all of the lies. All of the newspaper clippings that called his Grunkle by another name; that read that he was dead. It was all hard to take in, but Dipper wanted the truth. After walking into that basement, twisting those keys, he was seconds away from hitting that fail-safe button. To stop the mysterious machine that casted shadows over his face. But he was stopped by a shout, turning around to spot his Great Uncle. Before Dipper could dig for answers, he felt his feet lifting of the floor, and his body slamming onto concrete.
He watched from the wall, staring at the floating silhouette, hands moments away from pressing that button. Dipper watched his sister in front of the glowing portal. Yelling, screaming, pleading, trying anything to get her to listen to him. Make her listen to her head. To face the facts, as he would. As he did. The man who they had loved, who they had trusted, had lied to him; he lied to Mabel.
But Mabel couldn't see that. She still trusted the man who had lied to them the entirety of the Summer. How could she be so naive? Dipper had no idea who his Grunkle was, and neither did she. He continued to plead with her, his anger not enough to express with mere words, competing with the shouts from across the room. But she wasn't listening to him, she was listening to Stan. As the countdown neared the end, he could in no way prepare for what was ahead. His eyes trained on Mabel as she yelled over the roar of the portal, the fierce wind rushing over his furrowed brow.
"Grunkle Stan, I trust you"
And as the room erupted into commotion and light, those last three words echoed in his head. He thought he could always trust his sister. But he was horribly wrong.