AN- I'm so sorry I haven't updated since August, I've been really busy. So as promised, here is the new chapter all polished and ready to read. Grab a tub of popcorn, sit back and R&R.
Rated: M (mature themes)
Shipping's: MP/DP
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gravity falls. (wish I did tho)
Murder's out of tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Othello
The Mystery shack.
What is revenge when murder isn't involved? When the sweetest, kindest, warm-hearted people are transformed into relentless monsters with no limits. Revenge for say is not solid, it's merely a substance created by a poisonous shroud of thoughts. Why do we revenge? We revenge when we are pushed out of our natural boundaries or given a reason to, such as if those we care for have been taken from us, and therefore amplifies our instincts up higher than the sky causing us to seek revenge. Not all have the capability or lust to act a plan of revenge on someone that has hurt them, but they may have thought about it once or twice.
Dipper heaved a sigh of relief, the end of the tunnel had finally halted to a close. Only a few more footsteps and they'd be greeted by the wonders of this secret room, despite the pathway leading to it smelling absolutely rotten. Mabel shrugged it off and carried on walking, grabbing her twins hand into a tighter grasp. As they finally reached the very end, another large door was present, made of steel it seemed. On this door was a large door handle in the shape of a steering wheel of a boat, except made of steel of course, shiny and heavy when they first attempted to budge it.
With a few heaves and strained pulls of this seemingly impenetrable door handle, it finally rang out a click then spun around carelessly, swinging the large, oversized door wide open. Dipper wasn't sure if he wanted to see what was on the other side, from all he could see, it was pitch black, most likely crawling with spiders, scorpions, snakes, bugs and whatnot.
Not to mention countless horror films he had watched where the hopeless victim is completely idiotic by walking into a suspicious trap all by themselves, only to be killed inside. Or the cliché of: "Hello? Is anyone there?" that phrase really wound him up, if there was someone there who wasn't the killer they would typically reveal themselves, unless they were an asshole trying to scare the shit out of you. Plus the killer isn't going to be like: "Hey, yep I'm here, I'm the killer!" it was complete bullshit, Hollywood trash. Using brilliant actors/actresses and turning them into bimbo's with no brain cells to rub together, no common sense and certainly packed with the most cliché lines ever.
What's worse is when characters of movies enter rooms, that could potentially have a killer waiting to chop them up, and don't fucking turn on the lights when the light switch was right beside them. Mainly, as an audience we want to be frightened and unnerved, yet we also don't want to have to sit through a ninety minute long movie where the main protagonists make the stupidest decisions.
Dipper clenched his left fist, through all of his intelligence he felt as though he was betraying his brain. Instead of getting the hell out of there, he ambles closer to the opening, shielding his eyes shut, to avoid seeing any creepy crawlies lurking in the shadows. With hope, they both were suspended in an optimistic flurry, wishing they'd never stepped foot into this got forsaken tunnel. Even if it did contain the answers to many hidden secrets in Gravity falls, the tune of dying for them screamed get out.
"Next time, remind me to bring an oxygen mask, Mabel" said Dipper, clenching his nose, coughing wildly.
"Got ya bro, I will" replied Mabel, pulling a sheepish grin.
No more stalling. It was time to take a leap of faith, confronting whatever disease or riches they might find. On the off chance of them finding riches, perhaps the stench would've been not all for nothing, despite them truly realising that no smell that disgusting would be worth the trouble. Tiptoeing in silently, the smell soon subsided, leaving no trace once they entered the room. Perhaps it was the old, greasy rug they walked along in that hallway that reeked.
Inside, the walls were cold and evil, staring back at them cruelly. Freezing. The temperature was without a doubt below freezing, stabbing Goosebumps into their arms, travelling upwards at a speed to match Usain bolt's agility. Horrified by the musky scent the room now wavered, the twins scanned the room only to find the deadliest image ever inserted into both their minds. Apart from the harmless desk filled with junk and a switched off computer, they were greeted with a visit from death himself. He had broke into their minds, purifying only the most disturbing, nightmarish thoughts and feelings.
Those letters were not kidding when they had promised to cause havoc if they were to ever find out. How could they have known though? And more scarily, this mysterious figure had broken into their home and wrecked what innocence remained.
Mabel widened her eyes and rubbed them, excessively. No matter how much she would gaze uncomfortably in the direction, the picture still remained there. "Am I dreaming?" Mabel eventually realised she was not dreaming or stuck in an impetuous nightmare.
She had witnessed the death of her uncle. Grunkle stan was dead and it was all their fault.
AN- Sorry I haven't updated, but I haven't received a lot of recognision to I thought I'd post only once in a while. Which is understandable. Unless people start to R&R instead of just favouriting or following, then Imma just stop altogether. My apologise.