Twinstones

Chapter 1

Dipper Pines was studying his journal in the Mystery Shack, when his twin sister Mabel rushed in through the door carrying a small bundle of cloth.

"Dipper! Dipper! Look what I found!" She placed the bundle on her palm and carefully opened it. Dipper noted that she tried not to touch whatever was inside. Within the bundle was a small, white, eclipse-shaped stone that looked a bit like petrol oil when light shone on it a certain way.

"Why is it wrapped in cloth?" He asked.

"Because my instincts screamed at me to not touch it." Replied Mabel matter-of-factly.

"And since when did you listen to your instincts?"

"Since my instincts told me not to touch it."

"May I touch it"

"Well, my instincts aren't telling me to stop you sooo, go ahead." Dipper reached out to examine it, but the very moment his fingers brushed the stone, everything went dark.

He opened his eyes to a vast expanse of darkness, yet he could see clearly. Hearing on the other hand was a problem. He knew he could hear Mabels voice in the distance, but when he strained to hear it clearly, it faded as if he wasn't supposed to listen. A yellow triangle appeared in front of him.

"Oh, no. No, no, no." He said, recognising the being.

"Oh, hi-ya Pine Tree," said Bill Cipher, "fancy seeing you here."

"Bill! What did you do!?" Cried Dipper.

"Me? I didn't do anything. This was all you."

"Don't play innocent Bill! Send me back! Or I swear-"

"Swear what? Like I said, this was all you. But I don't like your attitude, so this next part is all me."

"Bill? Bill! Stop! What are y-" he was cut short when, once again he faded into darkness. Mabels voice stopped for good as his limp body dissapeared from her arms.

Mabel didn't know what happened. He had fainted when he touched the stone, so she started to yell at Dipper to wake up, however useless it may be. The screaming brought Stan, Ford and Wendy at a run. When they asked what had happened, Mabel explained the whole thing quickly.

"Why didn't you come get me first?" Ford had asked.

"Because I thought it wasn't that important," Mabel retorted, "and he's only knocked out right? RIGHT!?"

"I don't know. He could be, but I've never encountered anything like this." Ford had admitted. At that exact moment, Dippers body began to vanish before their eyes.

"No, no, no, NO, NO!" Cried Mabel. She had tried to grab Dipper to keep him there but it was no use. He was gone. Now she lay sobbing face-down on her bed, wishing desperately for Dipper to come back. But he was gone, and probably never comming back.

Dipper emerged from the darkness to the same room he collapsed in, except without Mabel. Instead two vaguely familiar people peered curiously down at him. One looked like himself, but with white hair. The other looked like Pacifica in Mabels clothes.

"I think he's waking up." Said the white haired dude.

"Uh. What happened," asked Dipper, "and I have a massive headache." The girl who looked like Pacifica ran to get something, probably for the headache.

"Well, I don't know what happened to you, but you just appeared here out of thin air. I'm Giddion Pines by the way," the boy replied as the girl came back, "and this is my cousin Pacifica." Pacifica gave him a cup of some sort of liquid. When Dipper drank it, his headache rapidly receded.

"Giddion!? Pines!? But I'm Dipper Pines!" He exclaimed.

"Hmmm. Interesting." He flipped through a journal that looked suspiciously like his own.

"Hey, where did you get that?" Dipper asked.

"Hm? Oh, this. Yeah, I found it in the woods," Giddion appeared distracted, "well, there can only be one explaination. You, Dipper Pines, are from an alternate dimension. As to why or how you got here, I have no idea."

"But you do know how I can get back, right? I mean, I have the same journal with me from my world."

"If you have that journal then you would know that it says nothing about alternate dimensions."

"I know, I just kinda hoped that yours would be different, being in another dimension and all."

Pacifica, who had kept quiet until then, spoke up.

"Well sorry to burst your bubble, but you can't really stay here. We don't have the room. We are renting out all our rooms at the moment. Sorry. Well give you money to stay at the motel though, to make up for it."