A/N: In this chapter, the darker side of the twins is shown.

I had way too much fun writing it. Reverse Pines is such a great AU.

Chapter 2: The Pieces Align

Pacifica had known this would be a bad idea from the get-go.

The blonde was completely surrounded by a mob of screaming gnomes with no way of escape. Her initial struggling had resulted in her hands being bound together.

Earlier that day she had bumped into the brunet one and it was due to the encounter that the awning had collapsed leading them to their current predicament.

The gnome had begun his courting at the beginning of the previous month, he said it was necessary because "had been highly taken back by her beauty" and would not stop until she was his. It had been extremely weird and her firm denials had only further upset the gnomes.

It was because they seemed desperate that she and Gideon were even in this mess. Speaking of which, where was he anyway?

Blue eyes darted over to where she had last seen him and found that he was being tied up by a group of gnomes that had branched off from the ones in front of her.

Oh no, Gideon!

"So, what do you say, toots? Will ya do us the honor and become our queen?" The brown-haired gnome asked.

Pacifica puffed up her cheeks and vigorously shook her head.

"No way in hell! Especially if this is how you treat your guests," she shouted and nodded over to her captured friend.

The gnome leader scrunched up his face in frustration and turned back to the group of older gnomes behind him. Pacifica strained her ears, but to her avail she couldn't hear what they were whispering amongst each other. The brown-haired gnome folded his arms and turned to face her.

"Guys, let the tubby one go." He barked.

Pacifica watched the gnomes suddenly drop Gideon, to which he cried out, and brusquely began to remove the ropes around his hands and feet.

"Are you happy now?" He asked.

"Loads better," she briskly stated and pressed against her own bindings.

"Now will you marry me?" The gnome grinned and waved his hand over. "It's the only way your safety will be secured. You're in OUR woods, blondie."

Pacifica opened her mouth to angrily retort, but then she caught Gideon's wide blue eyes. It was the fear in them that kept her from shouting and possibly making their situation worse.

"I'll take your silence as consent!" the gnome laughed snapped his fingers.

An elderly gnome wearing what looked like a makeshift priest outfit that was too large for him waddled over. He scrambled in front of the two and pulled out a book.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today," he began, but Pacifica immediately tuned him out.

The gears in her head began to rapidly crank as she picked at the knot that kept her rope together. She'd gotten Gideon into this mess and she had to get him out. That and she really didn't want to marry a gnome and have to be stuck in the forest for the rest of her life.

Come on, come on. She bitterly thought as she felt the rope loosen around her wrists. It seemed that whoever had tied her up hadn't done a great job. Pacifica grimaced and continued to pick at the loose bindings.

"Hem, hem."

It was the sound of a gnome clearing their throat that caught Pacifica's attention once more. When she glanced up, she saw that all their eyes were on her. Her face heated up and she stopped struggling in hopes that they didn't know what she was doing.

"Uh…" She said and looked around in hopes of trying to figure out what she'd missed.

The gnome priest merely smiled before repeating himself.

"I was just finishing up the vows, dearie. I figured that you'd want to pay attention since this is quite the joyous occasion," he said.

Pacifica tersely nodded her head and looked over at the younger gnome. He was smiling rather smugly and it was then that the gravity of the situation began to bore down on her. She was rapidly running out of time.

"Uh, so is the youngest the leader among you?" Pacifica asked. She looked among the group in hopes of her observation being correct. She bit her lip and nervously added, "I want to be...prepped on facts before I rule the kingdom, you know?"

The elderly gnome smiled encouragingly and nodded at the brunet gnome. To that, he let out an impatient groan and turned to face her.

"It's been ages since this lot has had a proper queen. They're getting much too old to figure out how to do it which has left the role of leader to me," he explained. The gnome fiddled with his fingers, his eyes turned to the ground. "We've been plagued by something dark in the last years and our current... head is not the appropriate matriarch. She's been exploiting us in search for the demon of the woods."

Pacifica frowned, a seed of guilt embedded itself in her stomach.

"What do you mean exploited? Where is this matriarch of yours?" She asked, her eyes jumping from gnome to gnome in hopes that one would give her an explanation.

The gnomes grew deathly still, none of them even looked up, but it was the fear present on their faces that made her uncomfortable.

"Enough of this! It's not important now! If you marry me, the ties binding us to her can be severed and we can be free once more!" The brunet shouted. "Steve, continue the wedding vows! The faster we do this the better!"

The gnome priest nodded and resumed his encouraging smiling.

"Hem, hem, Jeff, wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together and uphold our gnome traditions for all eternity? To aid her in undertaking her role as our majesty and queen of the forest? To cherish and honour her for as long as ye shall both live?"

The brunet gnome, Jeff, looked up at her and nodded.

"I do, I pledge myself to her for the rest of my days."

Pacifica felt her stomach squeeze and fought the urge to throw up. No, no, no there was no way this was happening. She was waay too young. She was only sixteen! She was a few months short of seventeen and had been planning her dancing queen birthday bash for years now.

Come on, Pacifica, make up a plan! She looked over at Gideon and found him blankly staring at her. The blonde sent him a pleading look, but her heart sank at the defeated one she received in return.

"Dearie, what is thy name?"

Pacifica's head snapped back to the group in front of her. The majority of them were eyeing her adoringly and some were even crying. Even Jeff seemed to have a shine in his eye that seemed to be lacking before.

"…Pacifica." She whispered after she realized that she couldn't take the fact that they were all excitedly expecting her response.

The blonde bit her lip, the guilt had started to jab at her. As much as she didn't want to marry the gnome and be whisked into the forest for the rest of her life, she also felt bad leaving them behind when it looked like fulfilling the role would make them happy. Besides, she could run away before it got serious…right?

"Such a fine name," Steve said. He turned his attention back to his book and continued, "Do you, Pacifica, take Jeff to be thy wedded husband? Wilt thou love him, honour him, allow him to aid you in your tasks as queen and mother of the gnomes?"

"I-I…" Pacifica swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and tugged at her bindings once more. Her blue eyes roamed the vicinity, she wasn't fully trapped, but there was no telling what they'd do if she ran now.

Gideon's blue eyes met her own and she saw that he was eyeing her worriedly. She gave him a weak smile that signaled that it was okay for him to run, but then she saw him shake his head, he was going to stay no matter what.

"Well dearie?"

Pacifica's licked her lips and stared down at the grass beneath her sneakers. How did it even end up this way? They were just going to fix the awning… if Gideon hadn't been shouting they'd be okay-

No, don't blame this on him. It's not his fault you got caught up in this. If anything it's mine for allowing him to come into the woods with me.

"I-I.." Pacifica cleared her throat, her cheeks were flushed and her heart was pounding in her ears. She anxiously licked her lips and forced herself to speak. "I do-"

It was then that a sharp foreign voice overshadowed her own meek one

"And what the hell do you think you're all doing?"

Pacifica was sure no one had heard her because the clearing had filled with screaming. She immediately looked up and found that half the gnomes were floating up in the air and enveloped with some sort of blue light. The ones that were on the ground began to run away, but didn't get far before they too began to rise.

"We're sorry! It's not what it looks like!" The gnomes shouted.

Pacifica scanned the area to find out where the foreign voice had come from, but then felt a pair of hands start grabbing at the ropes on her own.

"Come on, Pazzie. Let's get out of here!" Gideon hurriedly whispered in her ear and tugged her away from the shack.

"But Gideon, shouldn't we help them?" She asked.

"No time for that! Do you really want to stick around and marry him?" He hissed back and she felt her ropes drop from her hands.

"N-no, but-" Pacifica looked back at the gnome gathering and saw two brown-haired teens, a boy and a girl, standing there. Whatever it was that was causing the gnomes to float had something to do with the two of them.

Before she turned away, the girl looked over at her and the burning glare of teal eyes imprinted itself in Pacifica' memory as she ran away.

o~ The World We're From ~o

"Should we have let them get away?"

Mabel looked over at her brother who was observing the clearing of the trees where the two teens had escaped. She shrugged figuring that she had more important things to worry about than two idiotic teenagers stumbling around in the woods. She walked over to the gnomes held up in the air by the blue aura emitting from their amulets. A smile made its way onto her face as she folded her arms.

"So tell me, what exactly is it that we stumbled upon, dear Jeffie?" She asked in sickeningly sweet tone.

Jeff's beady brown eyes desperately darted about in hopes that one of the other gnomes would help him. Once he came upon the realization that they were muttering to themselves and would be of no help, he sighed and looked at her.

"Y-you – y-you've been gone for months, your highness. W-we just wanted to make sure we had a suitable replacement in case you didn't return," he squeaked.

Mabel's smile grew wider and she brought up her hand to examine her nails.

"Well, I never gave you permission to do so," she said and feigned a hurt expression, "I find it kind of rude that you've decided to go about it behind my back."

The brunette suppressed the urge to laugh when she took in the expression of utter horror on Jeff's face. It felt ridiculously good to be this in control.

"It almost feels like…" Mabel paused, a finger pressed against her lower lip. A smirk crept onto her face as she offhandedly continued, "Well, it almost feels like mutiny."

The group of gnomes halted their movements. She could hear them all shuffling about and begin to mutter apologies and pledge their loyalty to her. The amused smirk on her face continued to grow as she neared her brother.

"Do tell me, dear Dippingsauce, what exactly happens to gnomes who disobey the rules?" She casually asked and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Dipper ran a hand through his slick brown hair and gave the gnomes a half-smile.

"Dear sister, from what I recall, the journal said that gnomes can be punished for being naughty," he replied and pressed a hand to his chin. He seemed to think for a bit, "Alas, I can't remember what exactly it is that has to be done."

Mabel dropped her hand from his shoulder and looked back at the group as they let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Ahh, well, if I do remember correctly, dear old Shmebulock, had a nasty run in last year… didn't he, Jeffie?" Mabel asked, her hands covered her mouth with mock surprise. "He turned into a statue and then someone happened shatter it!"

Jeff grimaced and shot her a look of pure hatred as some of the gnomes began to wail. It seemed that some of the elderly gnomes had even soiled their pants. If possible her smile grew even wider. Oh, this was just too wonderful.

"What was it that caused his demise again?" Mabel stuck her finger up as she feigned recollection, "Oh, that's right, it had something to do with your aversion to water."

The wails of the gnomes seemed to die down to sniffles, all their pleading eyes turned to Jeff. The young gnome gritted his teeth in anger, the purely concentrated look on his face suddenly dawning with light as he seemed to think of something.

"What're you gonna do to us? If you take us all out then you'll have no one spying on Cipher for you," Jeff smugly shot back.

At that, Mabel smiled wickedly, it was a good thing she had caught these gnomes when she did. They were getting too out of hand.

"Who said I'd take all of you out?" She sweetly asked and waved her hand over Jeff's floating body.

The brunette walked toward the river that ran by the run-down shack and pointed at it. The glowing blue aura that kept Jeff upright dragged his body so he was hovering over it. The gnome let out a horrified gasp and pushed himself as far away from the roaring body of water.

"Mm, Jeffie, you've been quite a burden as of late. I could easily put one of your gnome friends in charge," Mabel sneered.

"N-no, you can't do this! Those gnomes can't do a thing without me!" He screamed and hopelessly fought against the magic enveloping him.

"Precisely, that makes any future chances of mutiny drop to zero! You're the source of rebellion and if I take you out of the equation, well," Mabel gave him a toothy grin. "You do know how easy it is for a stone statue to break, right?"

"Please, I'll do anything! It won't happen ever again!" Jeff cried, his eyes remained fixed on the murky depths of the river.

"Mmm, what do you think, brother? Is it really worth it?" Mabel asked and turned to Dipper.

Her brother rolled his eyes and folded his arms.

"Look, Wendy's going to be even more upset if we don't hurry back. If dropping him in allows us to go back then do whatever you want. They're your toys not mine," he stated.

Mabel frowned, her brother was back to thinking about Wendy again. She turned back to the weeping gnome and flicked her hand back toward the rest.

"I'm feeling generous today, Jeffie," she said and watched as the floating gnomes dropped to the ground. "Let this serve as a warning. If I even have the impression that you're plotting against your empress, there will be no hesitation."

The group of gnomes huddled around Jeff and he bravely nodded.

"C-crystal clear, your highness," he whimpered.

"Perfect, now do continue your search. The demon is quite a trickster," Mabel paused, her thoughts returned back to the teens that had ran away earlier. "Also, if you see those two from earlier keep tabs on them for me. They didn't seem familiar."

"G-got it," Jeff whispered. "Anything else?"

"That is all, you're all dismissed," She said and waved them away with her hand.

The group of gnomes began to scatter, but before they got to run into the woods, Mabel called out.

"Oh, and dear Jeffie, please do not forget how fragile statues are. Maybe if you're lucky I'll keep you for our fountain."

Mabel gleefully observed the head gnome turn and give her a quick bow. The group of little men disappeared into the forest leaving her and Dipper alone.

"Well, are you ready to head back?" Her brother asked.

"Basically," Mabel smiled, she walked toward the cliff edge from where they had arrived.

"It's good to be back."

o~ The World We're From ~o

Two teens scrambled through the forest.

They had not taken a break since they'd escaped the gnomes' clutches. Whoever those two teens were, they certainly were brave to face the group by themselves. At least, that's what Gideon figured.

"D-do you think we lost them?" He asked the blonde girl next to him.

"I-I hope so, I think we can stop running now," Pacifica replied and took a seat on a fallen tree in order to catch her breath.

Gideon sat beside her and allowed his pounding heart to stabilize. With all the adrenaline that had been surging through him, he hadn't paid much attention to where they had been going. For all he knew, they could be miles away from the Mystery Shack.

"Gosh darn it, Pazzie. Why didn't ya say somethin' sooner regarding them little fellers?" He panted and removed his ratty brown cap from his hair in order fan himself.

"If you don't remember, I kept telling you not to shout," she answered, her blue eyes were shut and she was holding herself.

Gideon frowned, he figured that she'd be happy to be free and not become some gnome queen.

"Everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm still a bit in shock. I'll be good in a bit," she whispered back.

Gideon gave her a weak smile and stood up. He pulled out his phone and checked to see if he had any connection. Luckily for him, his 3G seemed to be working and he managed to pull a map to find out where they were.

"Ah, good news, we're around ten minutes away from the shack!" He happily laughed.

"Haha, great, how're we going to explain to Bud that we couldn't fix the awning because we got scared away by garden gnomes?" she bitterly asked.

"Eh, I'll just tell Pa' that we got chased away by wolves or somethin', I doubt he'll be too mad as long as we get it done eventually."

Gideon watched a grateful smile light up his friend's face. He was definitely glad to see that she was feeling better.

"Do you at least wanna put up these flyers so we feel like we accomplished something?" He asked and lifted the pile of remaining papers. "Maybe losing some of them back there wasn't too bad."

Pacifica chuckled and raised herself from the fallen tree. She reached over and grabbed the stack of papers from his hands.

Gideon pulled out a box of nails that he had stuffed into his pocket and fished out the hammer he had stashed in his vest. The two walked over to nearby trees and began their job of hammering some in. From what he had seen on the map, they were near a lake, so hopefully a stray fisher going to use nature as a restroom would see the sign and decide to pay a visit or spread the word.

The two went about this for a good twenty minutes and their stack of papers rapidly dwindled. It had helped that they'd lost a majority of the pile back with the gnomes, but his father didn't have to know that.

"Aaaaand, this is the last one!" Pacifica happily shouted.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Gideon answered back.

The blonde shot him a wry look and shook her head.

"Nah, I think you should do it. Think of it as an apology for getting you caught in that mess earlier," she said.

Gideon merely his head and smiled. He angled the nail onto a decently high up spot on the tree and then hit it with the hammer. Instead of watching the nail slide in perfectly like it had with the other trees though, he frowned when he heard a loud metallic clang instead.

His blue eyes shifted over to Pacifica who was watching with a confused expression on her face He repeated the action and felt his hand shake at the tremor that coincided with the nail clanging against the tree.

"What the-" Gideon reached over and banged his hand against to tree only to hear a dull echo.

He slid his hand over the metallic bark and watched it leave a smooth line of dust in its wake.

The white haired boy looked back at Pacifica who merely shrugged and then he felt around for a sort of opening. There was a click and then a slot opened up.

"What is that thing?" Pacifica asked.

Gideon cleared the filthy compartment of some spider webs and observed the apparatus in front of them. It was bronze and had a lot of complicated looking knobs on it. He bit his lip before tugging at some of the levers to see if it worked.

It wasn't until he jiggled the smaller one on the right that he heard the dull whirring of gears in the distance. There was another clang and he heard the sound of a door opening up behind him.

"Whoa, what's that?" Pacifica pointed out.

The two of them wandered over to the fallen tree where they had been resting before and examined the hole that had opened up in the ground. Inside it was a really dusty looking book.

"Uh, maybe you shouldn't take that out, Giddy. What if its owner decides to come back?" His blonde friend asked in a nervous voice.

"If they wanted to get this thing back, they wouldn't have let it sit around for this long in a hole, Pazzie. I'm sure that they'd want us to free it and find out what the heck it is," He answered.

Gideon wiped some of the dust off of the cover and frowned. A golden hand was imprinted on the front and a bolded number '3' lay in the middle of it.

What the heck? What's even in this thing?

He opened up the book and rifled through the pages noting that there seemed to be some handwritten notes and pictures. He found himself stopping at a section when he noticed a group of small little bearded men.

"Hey look, Pazzie! It's them little fellers from before. Garden gnomes, huh?" He said and took a seat on the tree. "This thing's incredible! Wow, you sure were right when you said that the town was hiding something!"

Pacifica took a seat beside him, her blue eyes peering from over his shoulder at the journal they had stumbled upon.

"Wow that is pretty cool. Hmm," the blonde hummed and pointed her finger at a spot on the page. "No known weaknesses, huh. We would have been screwed."

The two of them let out loud laughs. Gideon was glad that they'd managed to get away. He was seriously thankful that those two had come when they did. If not, he was ready to rush over and carry his new friend away.

Okay, maybe carrying would have been a bit too much, but he would have definitely taken her away from there.

"With this thing, we can learn more about the town, Pazzie!" Gideon excitedly said and held the journal above his head. "We'll discover the secrets of Gravity falls!"

"Haha, right, but first let's go home, ya goof. The boss is probs going to want to want an update," the older girl said.

The pair made their way back to the shack quickly. They got an earful from Bud about not keeping through with their commitments, but made plans to begin exploring the woods with their new information soon.

o~ The World We're From ~o

There was a vibe of fervor and happiness circulating through the Gleeful estate.

The entire dining room was filled with the tantalizing aroma of Soos' mystery meat tacos and the other assortment of foods.

The family, save for the parents, was sitting along a round table with Soos and Wendy. While the redhead had been a bit peeved, she had quickly gotten over it when the TV station manager agreed to their commercial. Of course, it'd been because Dipper had used his amulet to plant the thought that they should go through with it in the man's mind, but Wendy didn't have to know that.

"Soos, theef tacos arrree ahmaging," Stan said with a mouth full of food.

The man in question briefly nodded and picked at his own food. The twins had invited Wendy to join them for dinner and Dipper couldn't have been more excited that she accepted. He glanced at her using his peripheral vision and saw that she was chatting away with Mabel.

"You know that with this contract, we can even try to push it out of state. You guys don't have to stay in Gravity Falls all summer like we thought you were," Wendy piped.

Dipper felt a genuine smile at the sight of her excitement. Wendy was often stressed with the burdens of being their full-time manager and she was also balancing her college studies. He knew that while they'd been in Hawaii she'd been arranging meetings and events to make sure their name didn't die down.

"What're you smiling about over there, brother? Thinking about the weird searches in your internet history again?" Mabel asked, he saw her raise her glass to her lips in order to hide her smirk.

An angry blush dotted his cheeks, leave it to his sister to embarrass him in front of his crush.

"I can be happy about securing the deal, can't I, Mabel?" He hissed back.

To his chagrin, Wendy laughed along with his sister at the tomato red color his face had taken.

"Calm down, Gleeful, she's just poking fun at you. We're all proud of your accomplishments," Wendy said and mussed up her short red hair. With her free hand, she raised her glass and the bottle of champagne that was situated in the middle of the table.

Wendy poured herself a drink of the bubbling liquid and then passed it around, however once it got to Stan, he frowned and looked at the twins.

"Wait, aren't you two a little young to be drinking?"

Dipper caught Mabel's eye and watched her roll hers in annoyance. He fought the frown that threatened to show on his face and met his great-uncle's eyes.

"Grunkle Stan, Mabel and I have been through much more than kids our age. You for one know the undertakings upon which we've built our careers," he asked, the frown he fought to keep was winning, "Do you think sipping some alcohol with a group of trusted adults at home is really going to cause much harm?"

The older man's eyebrows scrunched up and he reached up scratch his head. "No, I suppose not…"

"Thank you," he whispered and reached over to pour himself a glass.

After he had filled Mabel's, which she had rudely thrust in his face, Wendy cleared her throat and stood up. She glanced around the room and then lifted her glass, "To another successful year of shows!"

"Hear, hear!" The table echoed as they all raised their glasses and drank.

Dipper wasn't necessarily fond of alcoholic beverages, but he noticed that it was something the manager partook in. Mabel downed them like water at parties and merely told him that it was an acquired taste.

The younger twin bit his lower lip. He had plans to discuss with Mabel, but it looked like their guests weren't leaving anytime soon. Dipper closed his eyes and focused the energy of his amulet.

Mabel, I believe the time to resume uncovering the mysteries of this town is at hand. He thought and looked up at her hoping the telepathic connection between them had been established.

His sister's teal eyes met his own and she took a nibble of her taco.

You couldn't wait until they left?

The brunet rolled his eyes and took another sip of champagne. He wrinkled his nose in distaste and set the glass down.

It's a matter of importance. Dipper frowned and decided to bring the glass back up to his lips. Besides, you didn't tell me that you were searching for him again.

Mabel's reply was blunt and apathetic.

I didn't think it mattered.

It was made even more obvious when she turned to Wendy and initiated a conversation with her. On the other side of him, Soos and Stan seemed to be animatedly talking about the business, well Stan was at least.

Of course it's important. Bill Cipher is a force to be reckoned with. How could you forget what he did back then? Dipper finished what was in his glass and filled it up again.

Is it possible to even forget? Aren't you curious though? That world he showed us…what if there's a way to reach it?

Dipper furrowed his brow and tightened his grip on the glass. He forced himself to relax and placed it back down on the table.

That world is a fantasy, Mabel. If you're not willing to help me further enhance our powers and want to invest your time in a silly reverie, then go ahead.

"You okay, Mabel? You suddenly dazed off."

Wendy's voice cut through his thoughts and Dipper immediately looked up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm going to turn in for the night," Mabel said in a voice so low that he barely heard it. "Good night."

Dipper kept his eyes trained on his sister's back until she left the dining room. He drained what was left of his drink and stood up as well.

"I'm going to bed as well," he said and turned to Wendy. His voice took on a gentler tone, "Be safe on your ride home, Wendy."

The redhead gave him a lopsided smile and he left the room only to hear her begin a conversation with the remaining men.

That wasn't nice and you know it, dearbrother.

Dipper sighed at the venomous tone his sister's thoughts had taken.

I'm sorry, I'm just a bit stressed. He pinched the bridge of his nose at the obvious lie and made his way into his room. He preferred to not dwell his misfortunes of the past, but to do that he needed his sister to cooperate.

Dipper collapsed onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. His hand reached out to the side in order to grab a book that was resting on his bookshelf.

Gonna read that stupid journal again?

Yeah, I figure it'll help me think of what to do. When did Wendy say our next show would be?

We have until Friday.

Dipper's eyes opened wide at her thought. He immediately sat up and turned on the lamp beside his bed.

WHAT? But that's three days from now! Why so soon?! He desperately thought and flipped the journal open.

She said it at least five times tonight. The first commercial airs tomorrow. Grunkle Stan and Soos have been advertising for it since we've been away.

Dipper rummaged through the journal and picked up the notebook he kept on his night table. He flipped through pages of hastily scrawled writing. His silence had obviously perked his sister's interest and he could hear her amusement in the next thought she sent him.

Oh my… were you too busy gawking at her to pay attention? Your crush is so cute.

It was at times like these that Dipper hated the link that the amulets allowed between him and his sister. He reached around his neck and unclasped the chain.

Without the usual surge of energy from the jewel, he felt naked, but he didn't need to have Mabel's unwarranted jests bothering him as he strategized.

At least five minutes after he had taken it off, he heard his door open. He looked up and found Mabel peering at his eyes.

"Oh, they're brown. Well, that explains your silence. You missed a great joke," Mabel said and plopped down next to him. "Are those plans for the next show?"

"Yes," he firmly stated and compared his notes to those found in the journal. "We might need those gnomes of yours. They can probably find these things faster than I can."

Mabel ripped his notebook out of his hands and stared down it, her eyes narrowed at each word.

"The pink shrinking crystals from Lake Gravity Falls, Deer teeth, and a shrunken head? What're you trying to do, cast a curse?" She asked.

Dipper shook his head and thumbed through another page of the journal.

"They're props, Mabel. Maybe we can add more audience interactions," his cheeks flushed as he passed over a page regarding a love potion. "The deer teeth and shrunken head are for something else entirely."

"Well, don't do anything that might jeopardize your life and by that, I mean that potion," Mabel said. "The best way to win someone's heart is by trying, but brother you're such a …charmer. I'm sure if you show her your collection of knives she'll drop her pants and hop o-"

Mabel didn't get to finish her statement before Dipper chucked a pillow at her.

"Get. Out." He hissed.

The elder twin left the room, laughing to the point of tears, and left him all alone.

Dipper wished he had his amulet on so he could have slammed the door after her, but instead he shook his head and resumed his attention back on the book. He hesitated momentarily before flipping it to the last page he had actually written in before switching he had switched over to a notepad.

A large eye stared back at him and even though it was just a drawing, he could feel chills from the memories of that day as if they had happened yesterday. With that, he slammed the journal closed and put it off to the side.

It's been four years, Dipper. Get over it.He angrily thought to himself and scratched his head.

"Stupid Mabel messing with things she's not supposed to," he grumbled and lifted his pencil to his lips.

Her unwarranted entrance did give him some ideas though.

In the dim light provided to him by his lamp, Dipper continued planning until it was time for the outside world to wake.

A/N: If updates are a bit irregular, it's because I've decided to write a bit ahead. This story has no real schedule, but I'll crank them out as best as I can. Thanks for reading! Reviews and Criticisms are appreciated.