So I got some requests to turn this into an actual story, and thought, why not? It's not like I have a life or anything.
jk I love you guys
For anyone new, this is based off a short little thing I did in one of my text oneshots, part of th series "Don't Let the Triangle Text". You should go check it out.
Im gonna make this a four part. There's this, what happens with Mabel and Bill, the confrontation, and after. (Keeping it vague for those who haven't read the original)
Here we go!
Dipper leaned back against the tree and tapped his pencil against his lips. The cold water of the stream rushed against his toes, cooling them off in the hot Gravity Falls summer. He sighed; this place was one of his favorite spots to read, write, or just kick back and relax. It was surrounded by trees, save for a small area used to enter, and had this feeling of seclusion Dipper liked. The trees blocked out most of the light, and what came through was dappled and warm. A small creek flowed through, and it was ideal for wading in and finding small river rocks. It was also good for those hot days when he just needed to cool off. He had shared the area with Mabel, but she didn't bother that often visiting. It was too quiet, too calm for her.
He sighed again. What should he write? Dipper was trying to fill in the blank pages of the journal with his experiences in this strange and wonderful town, but his inspiration lately had been nil. Bill had offered some suggestions (mostly about him), but still, not much was able to come out of it.
Bill. Now there was an interesting topic. After the events with Gideon, the twins discovered he was shadowing them. There was a confrontation, and Bill explained that he hadn't meant what he did. It was just a job. He actually kinda liked them. They grudgingly agreed to be friends, if only Bill agreed to not to harm them or their friends. He was all ready to make a deal, when Mabel cut him off and explained the concept of 'trust' to the demon.
"If we're gonna be friends, we gotta trust each other!" she said. "If the only way we can trust each other is through making unbreakable deals, that's some crap friendship."
A few years had passed, and their bond strengthened. Every summer the Pines twins insisted on spending it at the Mystery Shack, to the confusion of their parents. They got back one year to discover Bill had learned to create himself a human body, which made hanging out a lot easier. Grunckle Stan learned of Bill's friendship with the twins, and after some time, began to accept it.
If only they knew that Dipper was kinda, not really, possibly, quite definitely... gaining feelings for the dream demon. Not much, just a little.
Hope no one finds out. Man, that'd be embarrassing.
Dipper twirled the pencil around in his fingers, than stuck the end of it between his teeth. What to write, what to write. He groaned in frustration when nothing came to mind and threw his pencil into the stream. He watched it swirl in the shallow waters, before getting stuck between two small rocks. He sighed again. Might as well go fetch it; it is his only mechanical pencil.
He closed the book and set it down, before standing up and stretching. He moaned rather loudly as he felt his vertebrae realign, from sitting in that curled position around the journal. He yawned too, which goes to show how freaking long he'd been there. The sunlight was turning orange and the sky getting darker. The teen walked over to the edge of the water and leaned down.
There was a cracking sound behind him, like someone stepping on twigs. Dipper didn't pay it much mind. It was probably a deer or something, and it would leave once it realized there was a human nearby. He picked up the pencil and was straightening up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He groaned and felt the spot. Maybe he pulled something? He felt a long... something sticking out of his skin, and pulled it out. A dart...? Dipper felt a burning sensation spread from the puncture wound. A poison dart?!
Sinister giggling from behind him made him spin around. Something in the toxin was making him dizzy; he stumbled slightly at the sharp turn. Then he saw the one person, standing at the edge of the copse, that he honestly hoped he'd never see again.
Gideon Gleeful.
His time in prison hadn't been good for him. If Dipper were a lesser man (and hadn't been attacked by the creep before), he would have felt sorry for him. Gideon's baby fat had all but disappeared, along with most of his normal body mass. He was emaciated, and Dipper made a note to go see if they were even feeding their prisoners. His face was gaunt, missing its usual color, and his prisoner uniform hung off his bones. Dipper wouldn't have even recognized him, if not for that crazy look in his eyes and southern twang he knew too well. What was left of Gideon took a step forward, and Dipper noticed through his haze that he was tapping a blow dart gun in his other hand.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice hoarse and scratchy, "I never expected to see you here." He grinned, and Dipper knew that Gideon had known exactly where he was, and came looking for him.
"What do you want," Dipper murmured. The poison was spreading and he felt himself getting groggy. He leaned against the tree next to him for support.
"Oh, I don't know," the other boy said in a light airy voice. His eyes turned to Dipper and his voice suddenly got dark. "Maybe my life back."
Lightheaded now. The world spun and tilted around Dipper, throwing him off balance. He leaned more heavily against the tree.
"But, since that's pretty much impossible to do," Gideon advanced on him now, "I think I'll settle for yours."
Dipper slid down the tree, his legs no longer able to hold him up. Darkness touched the edge of his vision. "D... don't kill me..." he whispered.
"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you!" the smaller boy chuckled heartily. "Just hurt you so bad you wish I would." He pulled something out from his pocket and Dipper saw it looked an awful lot like the amulet thing he had years ago. It was a dark purple, and when he swiped his thumb across it, it glowed faintly. Even in his near-unconscious state, Dipper could feel the evil emanating off it.
"See this little beauty?" he asked. "Afore I came to get you, after I busted outta prison, I went back to that old witch I got the other one from. Turns out she had another just layin' around, so she gave it to me." He clutched the amulet to his chest. "It's a good thing she didn't recognize me, and asked no questions about what happened to the other one."
Dipper's phone suddenly went off, signaling him he had a new text. He weakly pulled it out of his pocket, and immediately dropped it, his fingers too weak to hold it. Gideon walked over and picked it up.
"Oh, a text from Mabel!" he exclaimed. She was probably wondering where he was, or asking what he wanted for dinner. He would never know, as his phone was tossed to the side into the creek. "No matter. She was lovely, but her continued rejections grated on a broken heart." He held up his amulet, which started giving off a sort of dark glow. The shadows danced around his bony hand, and formed what looked suspiciously like a snake as it slithered up his arm.
"Well, the poison in that dart is already taking effect, but I feel it's gonna be a too nice and soft way to make you unconscious." Gideon smiled evilly, and held his hand out. The shadow snake reared up and Dipper saw that even though it looked to be a harmless, incorporeal shadow, it's fangs looked awfully sharp.
"Good night. See you soon!" Gideon Gleeful sang. That was the last thing Dipper heard as the snake struck, and he was ripped from reality in a burst of pain.