Mabel had originally wanted the color of their performance outfits to be dark shades of crimson red.
Of course, Dipper knew that idea was completely terrible in a numerous amount of ways. Though, he didn't really expect any practical or logical ideas from his sister.
His sister was, in her own irrational definition, a sadist or at least acted like she was one. If it were up to her, she would most likely propose that the outfits would undoubtedly be dyed red with blood.
Dipper often thought Mabel tried way too hard, she didn't need to continually boast about her self-proclaimed "darkness". They were both still, beyond any shadow of a doubt, human. It was much more unfortunate for Dipper, surprisingly. He had wanted nothing more that to become holy in his own grand delusion of power.
Dipper had always been very ambitious.
They finally compromised on a cyan and dark blue color pattern. It was a lot less... alarming.
In a way, less menacing.
Dipper explained that blue was much more fun and upbeat type of color. This seemed to convince Mabel of the color scheme as well.
It also matched the vivid sea green color of their clairvoyant amulets; the one and only source of their magical abilities.
Their magic show last night had been a huge success as always; a full house. They were a huge tourist attraction to the small and otherwise, boring town of Gravity Falls. In fact, most of the town's revenue came in from the shows they did.
"Come and see the Telepathic Twins, the eighth wonder of the world!"
The town billboards would proclaim enthusiastically. Not that there was anything false about that, the shows were undeniably stunning and the magic was indeed, very real.
The show was a hit and the twins had brought in the big bucks, like they did every time.
They celebrated their successful show with utmost vigor and eventually after their father, Stan, "accidentally" fell asleep on the living room couch, they ended the evening in lowered voices and giddy whispers into the darkness as they headed down to their basement to play.
Dipper lit the candles surrounding the Holy Table, he grabbed the Red Book from off of the many shelves in the basement, shelves filled with many strange and spiritual items; crystal balls, incantation books, incense burners, various jars filled with unrecognizable and unpleasant contents, and many other odds and ends that the siblings had used for their rituals. Dipper brought the book to the Holy Table and flipped it open to one of the pages that had the incantations for summoning the spirits. The book was a faded red; ripped and torn. On the front cover of the book there was no title, only a six-fingered hand with a giant number two written in the middle of it. They had come across the book a few years ago when exploring the wooded area nearby.
The book had given them all the knowledge they needed about communicating with the spirits and the paranormal. It was hand-written entirely; hidden in the woods on purpose the twins had guessed, a person who had been tortured by the vast amount of dark knowledge he had come across. When the siblings first found it, they were amazed at all the powers they could possess just by following what the book told them to do.
"A revelation," Dipper had called it. He was the most inspired by the book; all the mysteries and the secrets. Mabel had been very reluctant, but once they had created the mystical amulets and she had heard the spirits with her very own ears, she had ceased her complaining.
They were told what they had to do in order to become all-powerful; god-like even. Dipper drank this information with lustful and earnest eyes, for Dipper was always very scrupulous in everything they did; always wanting to please the spirits. It frightened Mabel sometimes, as brave as she was. After they had first began studying the book, discovering all the dark and dangerous secrets of Gravity Falls, Dipper began to become more detached and more overbearing of Mabel; he became paranoid.
"We can't tell anyone about this, Mabel! Nobody! You hear?"
"I swear, Dipper. I won't tell anyone, I promise!"
"I-I can't believe you. You could turn against me, I know you would!"
"Dipper I-"
"You don't trust me? Your brother? We could have it all, Mabel. Don't you understand that? We can have everything we ever wanted."
"You're scaring me-"
"Sc-scaring you? You should be afraid, just look at all this power I can have- WE can have!"
"STOP IT!"
"I'll know if you rat me out, Mabel. I'll SENSE it! You think that I'll forgive you and let it slide because we're blood-related, but I WON'T."
Mabel could remember screaming for her brother to stop. She could remember him lifting her in the air with the amulet's power, the look of deluded hysteria glazed eagerly over his face had been engraved into her mind. It was the very first time in her life that she believed her dear brother, Dipper was actually capable of killing her.
He came to his senses, of course. Mabel eventually came to hers, as well.
They submitted.
They became duteous and obedient devotees of the paranormal spirits that spoke in their minds.
And they did everything the spirits asked of them; everything the book instructed carefully.
It was the most difficult for Mabel, providing that she thought messing with the underworld was a dangerous idea altogether.
"We're playing with fire." She would tell him.
"Be quiet and hold the knife for me, will you?" He would often reply.
After their sixth ritual, the cries of the animals they sacrificed no longer troubled her. After their twelfth ritual, she felt nothing. After their twenty-third ritual, she began to enjoy it.
"What if they find out on their own, Dipper? This town is small, people will become suspicious when they notice all their cats and dogs have gone missing..."
"They won't think it's us, I've been planning this for the last week. The people here, they aren't very bright. Me- US on the other hand, we are brilliant. We can have them all in the palm of our hand..."
"Just like the amulets?"
"EXACTLY like the amulets. Here's what we do..."
Hence, the Tent of Telepathy was created. The Gleeful Twins charmed and amazed everyone in the town. People passing through would see their shows and tell everyone back home, making the twins a popular attraction nation-wide. Good thing most of the people who saw them didn't believe in a lick of magic. They were safe and so was their secret.
Mabel presented her right palm, facing upward, to the center of the star engraved into the table. As Dipper finished lighting the last of the candles, he flipped open his pocket knife that he pulled out from the breast pocket of his uniform.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Mabel?" He hesitated, grabbing a hold of Mabel's wrist with his free hand. "I can give the blood offer this time."
"No, you did it last time, it's only fair. Don't try to be such a martyr, sheesh." His sister replied.
"I'll be gentle, dear sister." Her brother laughed.
"Dork," She smirked. "Just make it quick, okay?"
Dipper inhaled deeply and ran the knife swiftly across his sister's open palm. She winced at the pain and her teeth dug into her lower lip. The blood pooled quickly in her palm and she turned her hand over, allowing the blood to drip onto the center of the star. Dipper grabbed his sister's unscathed hand and with his other he held the Red Book, opened on the page full of chants. They began to speak simultaneously in the tongues of the infernal spirits.
O, great dark spirits,
We offer our blood sacrifice
To display our loyalty
To the forces of the great beyond.
Their amulets began to glow, surrounding them in an aura of light green. The glow began to lift them slightly off their feet and the levitated only a few inches above the ground. The siblings smiled together as they felt the supernatural energy course through their veins, the spirits were pleased with them.
Your loyalty has been highly regarded.
The ungodly demon tone bellowed thickly into their ears.
You shall transcend.
The twins' eyes began to re-color in the same greenish glow.
"Yes." Dipper expelled along with a short breath.
The siblings spoke again.
Thank you.
The light surged powerfully through the their bodies allowing the aura to engulf them completely and causing them to quaver rapidly in midair. The pain was intense and sharp; Mabel let out a high yelp in a disconcerted mixture of both fear and pleasure; they both shortly passed out. The light stopped and a short breeze passed through them; extinguishing the candles and allowing the smoke to wisp throughout the darkened room.
Don't mention it...
The air grew chill and thin in the depths of the basement.
Dipper Gleeful, aged sixteen years, woke up abruptly in the early hours of the morning. His neck ached badly as he sat up on the cold basement floor. He figured it was early in the morning, actually, he knew it was early morning. He looked over to see his sister sprawled face-down across the hard concrete floor; her hair splayed in all directions covering her face in an array of chestnut curls and waves. He stretched his neck and reached for his amulet. It felt cool in his hand; prophetic. He squeezed his hand around it once more to feel its power.
His hand had been outlined in a sea of green wisps.
Nothing feels different yet.
He frowned slightly and furrowed his brows. He then felt a sudden pounding in his head.
Headache... bad. No- headache good. It worked! We advanced.
Dipper quickly rose to his feet, he felt the muscles in his calves ache terribly. Grimacing, he limped quickly over to Mabel and shook her awake.
"Mabel! We did it!" He rasped, his throat was incredibly dry.
"Whu- whadwedo?" Mabel mumbled in a half-awake daze, wiping the drivel off her chin with her sleeve.
"We transcended! We're stronger now, the dark spirits have blessed us and we're closer now." Dipper could no longer hide his excitement. He grinned vibrantly, showing all of his teeth.
"Closer to what?" Mabel began to wake up, feeling the intense ache in her head.
"Sanctity, Mabel! Divinity!" He paced around the room, his voice quivering with anticipation.
"Oh yeah, that junk," Mabel buried her head in her hands, the pain was unbearable. "Hey Dip, since we're like demigods now, can you use your dark, holy powers to make my forehead feel like it's not about to SPLIT OPEN?"
"I'm loving the enthusiasm, dear sister," He replied. "We should definitely see if our abilities have broadened."
Dipper clutched the amulet around his neck, surrounding his sister and himself in its dark glow. Without second thought, he began to speak fluently and wildly in tounges.
The pain shot through Mabel's head like the crack of whip, she cried out.
"AUUUGH! DIPPER, STOP! SHIT!" She shrieked, clutching her head violently.
The green disappeared, and Dipper's eyes returned to their usual light blue shine. He looked down at his sister with a feeling of almost empathy.
"Well?" He couldn't help but smile again, despite his sister's distress.
Mabel let out a stream of laughter.
"Christ, you're so over-dramatic, I swear." He rolled his eyes.
Mabel continued to laugh savagely, rising to her feet, facing away from her brother.
"Mabel, stop it. You're being ridiculous."
Mabel turned to her brother, her eyes were bloodshot. Her smiled burned eerily into her skin, as if unnatural.
"I can't believe it..." She looked down at her feet, still in her black leggings. "We finally did it. You- you actually cured my headache... with the amulet. Who knows..."
"What else we can do?" Dipper smiled, finishing his sister's sentence.
Mabel let out another rush of giggles, her eyes burning the same vivid, foreboding blue.