Hey everyone here's my ! ! ! 100th FANFICTION! ! ! This is my first co-written fic so I'd like to thank my little brother Nathan (Aplause). This will be a long story and this is the shortest chapter. It was me and him getting ahold of the story. Most chapters will be over 2000 words but there are a few that are over 1000. This was my idea and I asked my little brother to co-write because he watches this show alot more than me (Even though I watched every episode at least twice) plus he's smart and has great ideas. Ok that was my thank you now on to the story.
Dipper was sitting with the author's third journal. It had been almost two weeks since the author had returned and he wasn't as excited as he had originally been. The real Stanford Pines was paranoid and a bit of a jerk. There was something else, though. He had tried to talk to Gruncle Stan about it but the man wouldn't listen. There was a look in the author's eyes and in the way he moved. HE was hiding something, plotting something. He had made sure to take the journal from Dipper and hide it somewhere he didn't think the boy would find it.
Dipper was smart though and had gotten a sense of people. This man could not be trusted. His thirty years in another dimension had changed him; changed him in ways the rest of the family refused to see. There were only two people he believed could help him, but neither were trustworthy sources. Today he was going to the first person, hoping he wouldn't need to turn to the second. Stan and Mable were going to some girl thing and the Author was working on his fourth journal. That gave Dipper the chance to sneak off to Gravity Falls Prison.
It was surprisingly easy to get to see Gideon. It took him only twenty minutes from leaving the Mystery Shack to be sitting in a chair facing a glass window. An angry voice shouted from the hallway leading to the other side of the glass.
"Don't you touch me! Don't you know who I am!?" Moments later, a flushed and seething Gideon was thrust into the chair facing dipper. Both boys picked up their respective phones.
"What are you doing here, boy?" Gideon hissed. Dipper didn't react. He wasn't going to give his arch nemeses the satisfaction of seeing him angry.
"I need your help" Dipper said. Gideon let out hysterical laugh.
"You think I'd help you, after you put me in here?!" He snarled, glaring daggers at the other boy.
"I found the author" Dipper said.
"Of the journals?!" Gideon nearly shouted, leaning forward, his chubby little face nearly pressed against the glass.
"Of course" Dipper shot. Gideon regained his composer leaning back away from the glass.
"What do you need me for; why don't you just use your precious journal? It's the only reason I'm here, not you?" The child psychic asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dipper didn't' react, he needed to stay calm. "I don't trust him" Dipper stated. "He's hiding something."
"Of course he can't be trusted" Gideon spluttered out. "Are you really as daft as you look, boy?"
Dipper snarled, balling his hands into fists. He had to stay calm. "Will you help me or not?" Dipper asked.
"What do I get out of it?" He asked. Dipper frowned. "Get me out of prison" He said, crossing his arms.
"Not a chance Gideon!" Dipper shouted. "You sent a demon into our uncle's mind, stole the mystery shack, tried to kill me…!"
"And yet you come to me for help, boy."
"I won't get you out" Dipper said, standing up.
"There is no one else to turn to, Dipper" Gideon snarled, realizing the boy was his only means of escape. "No one has the capability to discover that man's secrets."
"You're wrong" Dipper said, hanging up the phone. Gideon glared at Dipper's back as the boy strutted away. He would be back. Gideon knew that Dipper was right. There was someone else who could help, but he made Gideon look like an angel. Not even Dipper was foolish enough to summon the demon.
Gideon was wrong. Dipper reluctantly stood in the middle of the forest amid a circle of candles. In the center was a picture of the man he trusted least in the world. Should he do this? Bill couldn't be trusted. He'd caused more problems than even Gideon. Yet he'd also known Ford before he was transported to the other dimension. He could also enter the Author's mind and be certain of his secrets. There was no other choice. Reluctantly, he tightened his hold on the journal and threw his head back.
"Egassemsdrowkcab egassemsdrowkcab egassemsdrowkcab." He chanted, screaming the incantation to the sky. Sometime during the spell he had fallen to his knees, his eyes glowing bright yellow in the gray, unmoving world. Many miles away a shiver went through the old man's spine. Dipper felt pain spread from his brain, down his neck, and through his limbs. His heart screamed as if it was about to burst. He couldn't tell if it had been two minutes or two hours but when the pain finally subsided he collapsed face first into the dirt. Dipper's breaths came out in loud gasps. He barely heard the loud snap signaling Bill's entrance to their realm.
Thank you so much for reading. Please review and tell me what you think. This is being posted a difrent day than normal. I will be posting a chapter every wednesday. I hope you liked it :)