It's Reverse Falls. It's the Telepathy Twins' first show of the summer, and with two new audience members in town, things are about to get more interesting for the pair. A nerdy white-haired boy, his enthusiastic blond cousin, two twins who control the town, a journal (or three), and a "powerful" demon. Nope, nothing interesting in Reverse Falls.
Just a pair of twins who want the world and the two that stand in their way. Maybe a little demon help wouldn't hurt.
(Reverse Falls AU. T for blood and maybe minor swearing.)
"You've got one hell of a show tomorrow, kids! Oh the tourists… the posters are up and flashing. We'll be getting a mob!"
Next to him, his sister snorted at their great-uncle, piercing blue eyes fixed on the sharpened knife in her palm. Dipper, in turn, flipped another page of his book. He'd read this one. This chapter was boring.
"Well?" the great con-artist known as Stanford Gleeful huffed. The man skimmed over the wad of cash in his palm before looking back at the two. "Aren't you two excited? Aren't you gonna practice?"
"Oh god, Ford," Dipper groaned, snapping the paperback shut. "The last show was two days ago. How much money do you want?"
Instead of getting angry or snapping back, the old man only smirked. "Enough to get a mansion-full of these." He gestured to his floral-patterned Hawaiian shirt. The twins sighed as their uncle retreated down the hall, taking the wad of cash in his pocket.
"Sod," Mabel muttered, taking aim at the dart board that hung on the wall opposite her bed. She threw the knife, its gleaming blade now buried a quarter in the centermost circle. The twin smiled, satisfied, and took another knife from her nightstand.
Dipper sighed as he tossed his now useless book carelessly onto the mattress. He watched, from the chair next to his nightstand, as his sister tossed knife after knife onto the dart board, each one knocking away and replacing the last. She did it with such ease, never missing a beat, never unsure about her movements. Honestly, Dipper didn't know why Ford wanted them to 'practice'. It was practically their hobby.
Finally, Mabel finished with her last knife, the previous one now clattering to the floor along with the others. The most recent knife, however, was starting to slip from how worn the target's bullseye was. She could do this all day, with the knives gradually burying themselves into the wall.
But she was out of knives.
"So," she drawled, laying down on her bed instead of retrieving the knives. "You think we'll find anyone interesting tomorrow?"
Dipper smirked, his similar icy blue eyes fixated on her. "Looking for another love interest, I see." He teased. Mabel's brow quirked.
"Mermando would've drowned me anyway," she said, as nonchalantly as her voice would allow. "And those stupid gnomes… well, they got what they deserved. What's a queen's palace without some statues in her garden, hmm?"
Dipper only chuckled, not quite in a good-natured way. "Who's next, sister dear? Clones? A computer game?" and he laughed, not minding the annoyed glint in his sister's expression.
"Oh please. Like you've had any interest in anybody." She retorted, crossing her arms indignantly. "Well, brother dear, I suppose we'll see if we can find… anyone, tomorrow." She giggled, rising smoothly from her bed. Tossing her thick chocolate locks over her shoulder, she sashayed her way over to the door. "In the meantime, I'll be checking on Candy and Grenda." And with that, she slammed the door shut behind her, the thick smell of jasmine perfume in her wake.
Dipper groaned, settling himself onto his bed, the one nestled into the right hand corner of the room. The two liked to steer-clear of each other's belongings, and so their room was practically divided into two. Separate beds, separate nightstands, separate closets, and separate desks. The only things they constantly shared were their act, their annoyance for their two great-uncles, their love for the spotlight and every other sneaky, dirty, and ugly little joke they'd ever made.
They had their differences, but they weren't complete opposites. Sure, Mabel would spend her time finding another "victim"- a potential boy who she could trick into serving and loving her. She had her clique- Candy, a snarky, stuck-up tech girl with rich Japanese company owners as parents. And Grenda, a loud-mouthed chatter-box who could break boys' hearts and necks. They were practically her minions. She loved her intimate get-together parties, with those who would follow her at her side as they shamed those who wouldn't. She did what she wanted, planning and calculating ways to take down others.
And Dipper preferred to spend his time alone. There might have once been a time when he'd actually liked Ford's secretary, Wendy Corduroy, but that was over now. He didn't care for friends or parties like Mabel. He'd rather woo an entire crowd of people he barely knew than pick them out. He did things rather impulsively. He was sure of himself, he never needed planning. One scan over the crowd and he knew exactly how to win them over. It was easy as reading a book.
And yet the two still loved to pick away at most… "lower ones". They had the townsfolk under their influence. They show up in town- a mob follows. Anyone who dared defy them earned a beating from the people. That was how it was- repetitive and yet different each time.
And education? Their Great-Uncle Stanley had about fifty PHDs and was willing enough to teach the two. Sure, the man was a huge pathetic push-over, but it was easy to get what you needed from him. Tutoring came any time, and it was far better than… school.
For what seemed like the hundredth time that day, Dipper sighed. He would sometimes think of the life he and his sister would've had if their parents hadn't died in that car crash. It would've been boring- lacking the magic and mystery they had in this life.
He fiddled with the amulet around his neck, a smooth, blue, oval-shaped pendant attached to a leather cord that went under his collar. Mabel had a similar amulet as well, strapped to the side of her headband. They were good fashion statements, but the stupid minds of their adoring public could never figure out what power they held.
Speaking of which, Dipper was reminded that their next show was due tomorrow- the Telepathy Twins' Summer Opening Extravaganza. Might as well check on the Tent of Telepathy; make sure the workers are setting it up right. Ford might be there, or he could be in a bar as per usual. Stan would be too wrapped-up in his "research" to worry much about the show. And Mabel… probably harassing some poor dork-girl who didn't know any better.
So it was up to Dipper then. Unwillingly, he would never have gone to check on the Tent. But there wasn't much to do and it was barely midday, so why not?
Making his way down the stairs, Dipper squinted up at a large portrait hanging over the fireplace, dating up to 1800-something. It was those of the two founding fathers that named their home the Gleeful-Northwest mansion. Dipper knew that Nathaniel Northwest was a hoax, an excuse for this town to believe in his so-so abilities as a mayor, using Gordon Gleeful as a back-up with his "great mansion". And the people believed it, being the blockheads they were.
But let it never be said this town was full of complete goodie-goodies. The reasons why the Telepathy Twins were famous, were for the bloodshed, adrenaline-pumping, heart-stopping, nerve-wrecking, mind-boggling, mystifying acts that went over on stage. The crowd adored mystery and befuddlement. They wanted thrill, blood, and screams of surprise. Only the Telepathy Twins could amount to their satisfaction, all the while leaving them craving for more.
Dipper chuckled to himself, finally reaching the massive front doors. Stan was probably in the basement, and he could hear Ford's reality TV shows from down the hall. Yeah, the two were going nowhere today.
He flipped his phone open, stepping out onto the marble pavilion. "Wendy," he spoke into the phone. "Tell Soos to get the black limo, I'm going out."
The secretary's nervous sputter could be heard on the other end of the line. Dipper growled impatiently. "S-sir," the woman's wavering voice started. "Mabel already took the black limo."
Of course she did. Dipper smoothed his hair, trying to keep down the annoyance. "Fine. Send over the silver one instead."
"O-of course, Sir."
About eight minutes later, the limousine pulled up smoothly into what Dipper assumed was the sidewalk. He never bothered to look out the tinted window.
"We're here, sir." Soos, their official driver, called from the head of the car. The silver limo wasn't nearly as nice as the black, and the "mystery" effect wasn't that given. But it was better than the white one…
"We at the sidewalk?" The boy called, pocketing his phone and running a hand through his hair.
"Yes sir," replied Soos.
"Good. I'll ring Wendy when I need you. See you later." And with one swift movement, he left the car and it drove away silently.
Dipper stood before a wide lawn, grass trimmed down and flattened. In the center, ringed by the forest trees, was a massive blue tent, quite like a circus tent, were it not for the mysterious aura given off by its blue and black cloth and ominous symbols above it- a pine tree topped with a shooting star.
The tent's flaps were open, revealing the half-done interior. A few benches were still missing and the stage was currently being set-up. Men flitted in and out of the tent, adding decorations inside and boarding up signs out front.
To Dipper's left was a ten-foot perimeter billboard with the glowing blue words
The Telepathy Twins
The Tent of Telepathy; mystery, magic, blood and discovery!
Saturday at 6 pm!
Bellow the sign was a worker's rest bench. Atop I were a few tools, crushed cans of beer and a portable TV with the entertainment news on.
"Toby here, and welcome back to Oregon News." Ah, yes. At least it was Toby reporting- one of the more respectable people in Gravity Falls media. Unlike that nerdy, pigtail-wearing, wannabe Shandra Himenez. Was that her name? "It's another delight-filled Friday here in Gravity Falls," Toby's voice rang. "Tons of attractions to visit! But hang on to your wallets, folks. Tomorrow night is the Telepathy Twins' Summer Opening Extravaganza, and you don't want to miss that. Held at the Tent of Telepathy tomorrow night at six p.m., grab your tickets to see Dipper and Mabel Gleeful do their thing!" A brief picture of the twins flashed on the screen. It was one from one of their promotion-stunt photoshoots. Mabel had her extra-lacey black skirt on with her matching blue long-sleeved coat on top of her black undershirt. Dipper wore his black dress pants and blue coat and tie that matched Mabel's. His hair was slicked back, as always, showing off his abnormally mystifying birthmark of the big dipper. Their amulets glowed in sync, giving the picture a bluish hue.
Dipper was making his way to the tent when, just his luck, something large and pink ran under his legs, causing him to fall backwards, followed by a blur of rainbow colors that screamed out an apology. Immediately sitting up from his collision with the ground, Dipper found the pink thing to be a pig being chased by a blond girl in a multi-color sweater. The girl screamed rather unsavory profanities at the pig who just might be screaming back, running out of Dipper's line of sight.
As eventful as that was, it turned out to be even more so when Mabel sashayed up next to him. She snorted, not bothering to help him to his feet. Her piercing eyes stayed on the spot the pig and the girl had been just seconds ago.
"How graceful, brother." She commented.
Dipper scowled. "I assume that was your doing?"
"I deserve that pig." She muttered venomously, crossing her arms. "Candy, Grenda, get over here."
Only then did Dipper notice the two who trailed behind Mabel. Candy's licorice black hair was cut and ironed neatly to curve around her face. She wore her usual mint-green outfit, complete with the iPad in her hand. Grenda was much taller and bustier than the two. She had an attractive aura around her, making feel her both lovely and burly.
Mabel had strange taste in friends. Then again, so did Dipper. His type of friends were the ones he'd rather not have.
"Care to tell me about the pig?" Dipper nodded to his twin, brushing himself off. "Or the girl chasing it?
Mabel huffed, but relented. "Remember the festival over by that rundown sewage-bar, The Mystery Shack?"
Dipper raised an eyebrow. "The one run by Bud Pines?" he asked.
"Yes, that one. Apparently that wood-worm has a nephew and a niece. That girl chasing the pig? That was his niece, Pacifica Pines." She growled at the name. "And I totally deserve that pig! I won it fair and square in the festival. Of course, little-miss-rainbows had to but-in and steal my prize! Serves her right to have to go chasing it."
"You know, Mabel, you'd have that pig if you just listened to my calculations." Candy teased in her adamant Japanese accent. Her cheeky grin was immediately wiped off by a single glare from Mabel.
"Your calculations, Candy?" she growled as the other girl shrunk back. "Maybe if you'd given them a little bit earlier."
Dipper gave an amused smile before stepping in. "Well, the pig's gone. And since you're here," he pointed to his sister. "Help me check-in on the Tent's progress, hmm?"
After a short staring contest, Mabel gave in. "Fine," she rolled her eyes. "Candy, Grenda, stay with me. Let's go."
Dipper stepped into the tent, Mabel and her friends trailing behind. He caught Grenda's faintest comment, which caused him to think more on the rainbow-girl's family more than he'd resolved to do so. "You think the Pines will show up tomorrow?"
Mabel grunted. "I could bare Paci-freak-a's visit if Gideon would come."
So here's the first part, an introduction to my version of reverse falls. Might have some Billdip later on (small chance), but absolutely NO Dipcifica. Sorry (not sorry.)
It's not as random as you think it might be, there's a plot. But tell me what you wanna see. Reviews are appreciated!
~Nish