This is a companion to my Walk the Line fic, so please, if you are clicking into this story for the first time, read that first or none of this will make sense!

Also, if you have read Walk the Line, I have changed Stanley to Grunkle Stan, and Stanford to Author Stan, so these AU's and Oneshots will all refer to Author Stan as Stanford.

Chapters will usually vary from 1,000 - 2,000 words.

Setting: The chapter the scene takes place within.

Characters: Major characters within the chapter.

P.O.V?: Who's point of view the chapter is in.

AU?: Is the story compliant with the Walk the Line universe?

Chapter Type: What type of chapter is it? (e.g. Angst, Hurt/Comfort etc.)

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This chapter is dedicated to eltigre221. It has been a long time coming, and I am seriously awful, I know. She really wanted a chapter where they all went into Dipper's mindscape, but I didn't know how to make it fit within the story. So; here the chapter is!

You really have to look at this event as being separate from the other events in the story. If you are trying to read it as if it is part of the story, it won't make any sense!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.


Setting: Not Walk the Line compliant

Characters: Stanford, Stanley, Mabel, Dipper

P.O.V?: Mabel

AU?: Most definitely

Chapter Type: Angst, Drama

Mabel rubbed her arms, teeth chattering against the cold wind that buffeted against her face. Great Uncle Ford walked ahead of her. She could only see his back retreating into the shadows of the trees, flickering in and out of her sight as he went ahead. Grunkle Stan's hand rest firmly on her shoulder, a silent reassurance that things would work out okay.

But it wasn't enough to snuff out the fear and worry tearing at her heart.

"Grunkle Stan…"

"Hm?"

"Is Dipper going to be okay?" She croaked out, lifting her head to look at him. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes. It seemed like crying was all she'd been doing lately.

Crying over her anger, crying over her sadness, crying at Dipper, crying for Dipper.

Just crying.

Mabel gave her eyes a rub, sniffing. Grunkle Stan let out a sigh.

"I'm not good with all of this…supernatural mumbo-jumbo, Mabel. You should ask Ford."

Mabel looked down at her shoes.

She didn't want to ask Ford. It wasn't that she was mad at her Great Uncle – he was a good person, and his heart was in the right place, but…but maybe if he'd given Dipper a chance, he'd have seen what a great person he was.

And maybe this wouldn't have happened.

Swallowing thickly, Mabel tried to push away the sudden onslaught of imagery in her mind. The way Ford had cornered her brother in the underground laboratory after he'd returned from…from wherever he'd been – how surprised he'd been when he realized he'd been caught.

Mabel felt herself flinch, and she cuddled up closer to her Grunkle.

Because that hadn't even been the worst part. No, it had been the look of utter betrayal on his face that had cut her into pieces. The way he'd looked at her, like he'd expected that she could trust him; that she could save him.

But she hadn't.

She hadn't.

"Is Great Uncle Ford gonna hurt Dipper?"

Grunkle Stan stopped, bending down and looking at her. "I won't let him harm a hair on that kids head. I promise."

Mabel faintly smiled at him. He hoisted her up so she was sitting up on his shoulders.

"Don't pop a hip, Grunkle Stan."

"Fight me," he retorted as he quickened his pace to catch up with Ford.

Mabel stared ahead of her. All she could see was Dipper's face in her head; the way his brows had risen and his eyes had widened. How his mouth had fallen open, and the smallest, strangled sound had escaped.

Then the way his brows furrowed down, expression setting into stone. How his mouth had clamped back shut for only the briefest seconds before he'd exploded out with a laugh like nothing she'd ever heard – no…a laugh like Bill's. How he'd lifted his head to shout, "I'm done!"

Then, the way he'd collapsed to the ground like he was falling into a coma; the closing of his eyes, the tiny smile that persisted on his face.

And maybe he was in a coma – a magically induced one.

One thing she knew for certain; Dipper's mindscape was cold. Terrible cold.

And it was nothing like she'd expected it to be. The whole place was a fear ridden, nightmare inducing monstrosity. The trees grabbed at them like clawed little fingers, the wind whistled horrible things into her ears; things she'd done, things she should do, things that…she would have never expected to come from her brothers mind.

This whole place was so vastly different to Grunkle Stan's that she could scarcely believe they were both mindscapes.

Grunkle Stan swore under his breath as he tripped over a root, stopping when Ford yelled out to them, "Stanley! Mabel! Over here!"

He shook his foot out of the root and started running in the direction of his voice. Mabel grimaced as she was jolted around, ducking down so the trees didn't pull at her hair. Grunkle Stan panted as he came to a stop beside Ford.

Mabel swallowed thickly at the sight in front of her.

They were standing at the top of a hill that jolted down quickly, a mist shadowing the bottom.

Or, what she thought was the bottom – it was hard to tell.

Confusion clouded her mind, but a sudden sound from the bottom caught her attention - a swearing voice that sounded just like her brother.

"Dipper!" She cried, jumping down from Grunkle Stan's shoulders and taking off down the hill.

"Mabel! Mabel, wait!" She heard her two Great Uncle's shout down after her. She scrambled down the steep hill, her breathing panicked as she lost her footing. She fell down, flipping the rest of the way to the bottom. Her head banged against the ground as she hit the bottom, pain filled every inch of her body. A groan escaped her mouth. Her mind fogged up, vision blurring like a something had been placed over her eyes. Looking down, Mabel saw four of her own feet; two clear, two slipping in and out of view as she squelched mud underneath them.

"Oh…yeesh," she groaned.

"Need help?"

Her head snapped up, and she squeezed her eyes shut as pain laced through her temples. Touching the left one made her wince. "D-Dipper?" She could see two of her brother looking down at her as she lay in the mud. He had his hand held out to her, a frown on his face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah…I think so," she mumbled, taking his hand. He pulled her up, letting go as she regained her balance and shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

"A-Are you okay?" She said, looking at him.

He didn't reply for a long moment, gazing blankly through the trees. She was just waiting for him to snap at her, to turn around with bright yellow eyes and black slits for pupils.

"…Dipper?" She prompted.

"I'm fine," he said quickly, almost cutting her off. He wouldn't meet her gaze. "I'm fine." His arms crossed over his chest. Mabel watched his jaw work, waiting for him to continue talking, and talk he did. "I'm so sorry, Mabel. For…all of this. I just wanted to protect you."

"I don't understand," she all but whispered, tears filling her eyes. He looked like he was in so much pain. "Dipper, tell me what's going on. Tell me everything."

Her brother breathed in deeply, turning to face her.

Before he could say anything else, she was being rudely yanked away from him and behind Great Uncle Ford. The old man's face was set in a protective fury. Grunkle Stan's body was tensed up, shoulders squared like he was going to have to fight.

They weren't really considering hurting her brother were they?

"You stay away from Mabel, boy," Stanford said.

Dipper stepped away from Stanford like a frightened animal. His jaw clenched, and he held his hands up. "Look, man, just…chill out. Let me explain-"

"Chill out? Chill out? After what you've done? After you joined sides with Bill!"

"Let me expain-"

"I don't need you to explain! You're evil! You're a demon!" Mabel watched her brother flinch at every insult. "You're as bad as Bill - heck, you're worse than Bill is! How could you-"

Dipper's face suddenly twisted, and despite the rage he presented on his face, she could read the pain he was masking. "You wouldn't understand!" He snarled. "You don't love your brother like I love Mabel!"

"You're a monster, Dipper."

Mabel's breath lurched in her throat, and she could tell by the expression on Dipper's face that his did too. She watched him, watched the different emotions that trickled across his face. With growing horror, she saw the way his hands shook, starting to twitch as blue flame consumed them. Dipper's mouth wobbled like he might cry, but instead he cracked a smile. All three of them stepped away from Dipper as he started to laugh that awfully cruel Bill laugh again, his body lifting up off the ground as he was completely surrounded by burning blue fire. His eyes glowed a piercing white, so white that she had to hide her own face from him. His madness filtered into her ears and straight out the other.

She didn't want to accept that this was her brother. She didn't want to accept that for the first time in her life, Mabel felt terrified of him. A real and true terror.

Her brother was gone.

And she didn't know if they could ever bring him back - no matter how many glimpses of who he used to be he showed her.

"Oh," he said in a voice so sweet it was sickening. She could hear the amusement behind it, the cruel intent that echoed of Bill. "I'll show you a monster, Sixer. I'll show you a monster."


I don't really have an apology for this.

I may decide to further continue this plotline. I'm not sure yet.

Any who, thanks for reading and reviewing!