A/N: OK...so... *grunts* I am too cynical & I created this AU where Mabel & Dippers dad is abusive and killed their mum-and I felt like making this sopleasedon'tsuemethankyou. BTW: this takes place like a year after the twins leave Gravity Falls.
Also, my other fic... Abusive {about pretty much the same thing} will have its next chapter soon. Sorry for a long wait-writers block.
ONESHOT (maybe) (If I make a next chapter it'll be about what happened to Dipper and Mabel that killed 'em)
- DIPPER & MABEL
And they lay there in puddles of blood, lost. Lost in their head. Their body failed them, they're scars reopened. They knew it, they knew it would happen. They were dying. All the innocence was lost in their lost cold eyes, they tried to speak but couldn't. They welcomed death with open arms, they could finally be free. Then they heard a door slam, but it wasn't closed-it was opening. And...people were coming through the front door. They heard their father scream and then his scream faltered. The two young lost children lay on the floor in their blood and accepted death. The last thing they saw was horror, panic stricken faces. The faces of once friends, and once enemies. Then their eyes closed for the last time.
- 5 MINUTES BEFORE THE FIRST PARAGRAPH (imma sayin Wendys pov buttttttttt its kinda open to any character)
The plan was simple. Storm into their house, knock out their ...dad (if you could even call him that) and save the twins. It was so simple, nothing could go wrong...right? Right. I couldn't think negatively, that would only lead me to wondering-like what if they were already dead...
I shook the idea from my mind. No. They couldn't be dead. I kept a straight face and kept walking. We finally made it to their house-it looked pretty normal. One wouldn't suspect pure evil lurked in this house. Deception. We easily broke down the door, it slammed onto the wooden floor. Then we got our first look at their dad. He looked like a pure slob, he was messy and ugly. If I describe him more you'd probably throw up-I almost did. We kicked him down and ran up to the floor. I could tell it was their bedroom by the bars on the door-no one would padlock something they weren't scared to loose. Funny thing was, the padlocks were open...like someone had recently went in.
I opened the door slowly and gasped. This couldn't be happening. No. This wasn't happening. I was not seeing the twins laying dead on the ground in their blood. No. I wasn't. I shook my head in my hands and gave a silent sob. It is all a dream. This can't really be happening. This. That slob!
My sadness turned to anger. Pure anger, it coursed through my veins and I stomped my foot hard on the creaky wooden floor. I heard sobs and growls. No one dared to speak. A lot of people just sat by the twins in pure amazement. These two had survived monsters, puzzles, an entire life-threatening mystery-and now they lay on the floor dead in their own crimson red blood.
Their father was waking up downstairs, I knew we should hurry up. This guys obviously bad if he can kill the mystery twins. But, I didn't feel like I could tear myself away from them. So instead, I stayed still, I felt my pale arms shaking violently. I knew the guy was coming, he could see us and was ready to attack. However, I punched him upside the face and kicked him in the stomach. This guy was the biggest oaf I'd ever seen. How had the twins died from him of all people. Then I realized something: They were afraid. The mystery twins were afraid. Because their dad had obviously killed their mom-that's why they got sad whenever someone spoke of Moms. Mothers day must be a nightmare for them. Was a nightmare for them, I corrected myself.
I trembled.