'Somethings never change'
The telephone buzzed in tune with the never ending whirring noises from the office floor. Candy placed the phone back in answering machine, her thoughts settling on the conversation that had transpired. Dipper's voice had gotten deeper, then again 6 years had passed since he fled America with Pacifica to see the world. She had been jealous for a while, but it was only recently that she realised how sad Mabel had become ever since Dipper left, no warning or goodbye he just left
She'd have to talk with Grenda again, try and get the fugitive mark lifted, then again chocolate pudding meant a lot to the President. Smirking she adjusted her chair and opened her messages. More emails from Mabel again. Frowning she replied to all saying no, Dipper had not contacted her, maybe it was the wrong thing to do. She just didn't want to crush Mabel's of hope her jack ass brother coming home.
Her manager swaggered up to her with a concerned look on his face, 'Everything alright agent.' Ugh, this guy. He's been trying to go out with me since day one can't get them off your back.
'Yeh everything's fine, just a family matter, sir'
Nodding profusely as if he understood everything that transpired, 'I see, well if you need anything just ask agent', he strode back down the hall checking up on all the other female agents he came across. 'Catch you later you perverted little…' 'Be cool, Candy, be cool. Just another day at the office'
The room intense heat seemed unbearable and yet somehow the magnificent door that lay before them seemed untouched by its ferocious caresses. Stone cold, to put it bluntly. A true paradox of nature, which Dipper would probably solve in the next few minutes. The nerd had already got out his chemistry set, sampling all he could of the door, dissolving fragments assessing them and running a multitude of experiments. My way was much better, just looking back in awe at the beauty of this door, great golden arches with specks of rust here and there. Giving a sense that whatever was behind this door was either important or wanted to be left alone.
Two torches set in cast iron hung either side of the door, illuminating the cave with an orange glow as if they were in the hall of the mountain king, 'Pacifica, look!' What looked to be green luminescent sludge had formed in the bottom of a test tube. Raising an eyebrow she sighed asking the question she always asked. 'What is it…?'
He looked like a child on Christmas Eve as he flew his hands into the air rapidly explaining how the electrons within the blah could somehow blah the blah and resist extreme blah temperatures. By the time he had finished Pacifica had already switched off. 'Paz… HEY! So do you get it or not….? You weren't listening were you.'
'Uh… uh… Science! Yeh, fun stuff I… No I wasn't listening', face palming Dipper went off to search grumpily around the large doors for any sign of latch.
'You know it's not because I don't appreciate your nerdness'. Trying to find a solution that would justify her nap. It suddenly clicked in her head as she slowly and sensually began to wrap her arms around Dipper's torso. Dipper continued to act grumpy, focusing on inspecting every little detail in the door. Pacifica lent up to his ear and whispered quietly, 'It's only because you have the sexiest voice I've ever heard'.
Silence. Dipper's body suddenly went stiff, then he looked Pacifica straight in the eye, and there must have been a telepathic connection because at exactly the same time they burst out laughing. Holding each other in tangled embrace, both their legs tripped over each other and they collapsed on the floor.
Still in hysterics they managed to stand themselves up, 'So how do we open this door anyway'. Dipper glanced back up at the unmoved door, 'I have… an idea. The engravings on it all seem to leading to different areas'. 6 circular dents with text around them sat at equally on the door. 'There all in different languages, you see there. Ancient Greek, Latin and so on…'
Focusing her eyes intently on the symbols, all of which only a few could she understand, 'So what do they all mean'. Dipper looked intently at the door for a moment, 'I sleep no more, I rage no war, Death is only necessary, I am no beast, This cave is peace, For whatever lies within'.
'Poetic', a deep rumbling was heard as all 6 dents began to glow a bright with blinding white, wind whipped past their faces as if some great storm had been brewing within for thousands of years. The torches flickered, the hinges creaked as both great golden barriers swung open in unison.
A glow came forth from within and suddenly there was silence.
