A BOY'S GRIEF
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS
Stan glowered at the demon in front of him, holding Mabel close to him in a pathetic form of protection.
"Give me back my nephew!"
"NOW WHY WOULD I DO THAT? AFTER ALL WE HAD A DEAL!"
Stan growled and placed Mabel onto her feet, he stood straight and grabbed his gun from his backpack in one sharp move. He leveled it at the demon.
"I said 'Give me back my nephew!' I didn't hesitate."
Bill frowned and floated down, a blue blur following him. The demon suddenly grinned widely showing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and stretched a hand out to his side. A familiar small hand grasped the black leather gloved hand. Dipper appeared next to the demon, a look of nervousness plastered onto his face.
"Kid!" Stan shouted racing forward to him, only to be held back by two small hands.
"Grunkle Stan he's different now." Mabel spoke, head lowered.
"She's right Stan." Dipper spoke, a crazed smile tugging at his lips.
The wind suddenly bellowed around them, and Dipper's face lit up in a crazy way, smile matching the demon beside him.
"I'm not going back! Not now, not ever!"
Dipper lifted up a hand, the wind picking up speed and swirling around them now.
"Kid! Snap outta of it! Can't you see he's manipulating you?"
"He's not! Why can't you just GO AWAY?!" He screamed, pulling his arm back and thrusting it back at the duo.
"KID!" Stan screamed as he and Mabel were thrown backwards.
"Grunkle Stan!"
Mabel screamed out as she was thrusted backwards, she hit multiple things before she stopped. She gasped, hands going to her waist, she looked down. A sleek silver metal pole stuck out of her, she grasped it, now slick with her blood. She coughed, tears coming down her cheeks in sudden pain.
"Grunkle Stan?" She called out weakly.
She gazed around slowly, now feeling a bit sleepy, blood pooling around her rapidly. It seemed like years before she spotted him, he was laying on the ground head twisted at an inhuman angle. He was still. She heard footsteps hitting the pavement and she turned to her brother who was staring at her with a mixture of sadness and happiness.
"A shooting star has fallen…" He kneeled beside her and pushed her hair away from her face.
"I'm sorry sister…"
She looked at him for a moment before looking at the sky, her last thought was how beautiful orange and red mixed together looked.
Dipper stood, robes drenched with blood.
"You didn't have to do that you know…" Bill spoke from behind him.
"Yes I did...it was either this or a much worse fate."
Bill looped and arm around his shoulder. "Well it's time to knock the bubble surrounding the city down, I need your help Sapling."
The boy smiled weakly. "Ok."
/
They had knocked the bubble down, and chaos began to spread around the world. Bill could of killed the kid if he wanted too, but he realised that the kid was much more useful to him alive than dead. After all, no other human could understand his motives so well, Dipper wasn't like any other human. If his big Dipper shaped birth mark had anything to do with it, it was a huge sign that he was made from magic. Well mostly magic. The boy was an expert at potions and summoning weapons, but was a bit horrible at keeping his magic under control when someone made him angry or upset.
He was just like Bill.
A psychopath in the making.