7

I have been outed, so I changed the rating to M. It was bound to happen eventually.


Dipper Gleeful sat in front the table, etching down pockets of information on the blank sheet of paper, every time he found something noteworthy in one of the three books that he was reading simultaneously. His employer was on the other side of the table, counting the money they made and comparing it to future required expenditures. There was a slam of the front door, before his father entered, wreaking of sweat as he leaned against the dusty table for support.

Gideon glanced up at Bud, and raised a cautionary eyebrow. "Well, what did you find about the Pines?" Bud collapsed on the bench that Dipper was sitting on, causing the gangly twelve year old to bolt up and for him to accidentally break the pen and spray ink across his master piece. He sent a murderous glare the used car salesman's way, but it went unnoticed as Bud was too busy telling his story. "There was this giant beast that almost destroyed their residence, then a limo came careening down on the road and slammed into it. It was Pacifica Northwest, I assume you know what that means…"

Gideon pinched his brow, his face screwing up as the situation became much more complex. "DAMN!" He pounded his fist on the table, and Dipper put off continuing his work until the two had left or calmed. "Now they have the Northwest's behind them…" Bud nodded grimly, and Dipper had to stifle a laugh. "Why is that a problem?" They both stared at him like he was crazy, and Gideon sighed. "The Northwest's are the most powerful family in town." The normally benign southern gentleman nodded in agreement. Dipper glanced between them and grew a smile, "I fail to see the problem."

Standing, he grabbed a failed voodoo doll off the table and yank a loose nail out of the table. He clutched the rusty piece of metal, noting to wash later and cast an anti-plague enchantment to prevent tetanus, as he enjoyed the pain and feel of blood running between his fingers. "The Northwest's are an obstacle. A powerful obstacle…but still merely an obstacle." He placed the doll in front of the wary Gideon, and leaned his head in beside the younger rogue's. "I need to kill someone in order to prove myself to you…and we need to send a message to the Northwest's about what happens when you mess with us."

He raised the nail high above his head, before slamming it down, and watching the piece of metal impale the toy with a gleeful smile. "So," Dipper crouched, and saw a smile similar to his own cross Gideon's face. "What do you say boss? Can I go kill a rich girl?" The former psychic giggled and placed a hand on the doll, tearing off a leg. "Are you sure you're up to the task?" Dipper rolled his eyes, "I just did a dozen cartwheels on the stage, don't question my abilities. Just supply me with a few more of those mushrooms, and it shouldn't take longer than a few minutes."

He crossed to Bud's side, enjoying the horrified expression on the balding fool's face. "Which will almost be a disappointment because I like it when it takes longer…" Gideon gave his consent with a nod, "I'll have some new mushroom's for you in the morning, I hope you can wait until then." Dipper nodded, "That's perfect, I still have work to do anyway." Bud gulped and spoke up, "Don't-don't you think that's all a tad extreme?"

Gideon scowled at him, and Dipper raised an amused eyebrow. Bud rubbed his sweaty hands together and inched backwards, "I just…I just think that maybe it would be better to kill one of the parents…I mean, aren't they more dangerous?" Dipper and Gideon shared a look, before Dipper sighed and removed a knife from his pocket. "No…the girl needs to go because it will show how heartless we are, and because, my counterpart has a soft spot for that slutt. I watched as he explained his predicament to her. The two of them are bound by the bonds of young love. If we kill her, we send a message AND strike a great blow to our opponent's moral."

He glanced at Gideon and the white haired boy nodded in agreement, and Dipper turned back to the nervous man. "So tell me Bud, what exactly is the logic behind killing someone else?" He wringed his hands, "I-I mean, it's just-" he gulped, "She so young-" Dipper leaped forward like an enraged chimp and pressed the knife against his challenger's throat. "Oh so then my sister was too young?" Bud was unable to do anything but mumble incomprehensibly, and the disturbed twelve year old grit his teeth together, practically spitting in the overweight salesman's face. "People aren't more or less good depending on how young they are. I PROVE THAT!"

Bud flinched, and Dipper pressed harder. "And people don't necessarily deserve more life because there younger either! My sister and I had to deal with obsolete fuckwit's for years. Do you know what those idiots are ever gonna accomplish? SUCKING THE LIFE BLOOD OUT OF THE REST OF US!" Dipper saw the blood slide across the exposed neck and his eyes filled with twice the regular mania. "So now you are going to listen to me you obese moron, I have had enough of your fucking cowardice. I am smaller, but I am twice as quick as you, and probably stronger considering that I have snapped necks with my bare hands! You are the most replicable part of this operation, with the money we now have, we can kill you and hire a brute who won't give a fuck. Understand?"

Bud nodded vehemently, and Dipper continued his speech regardless. "So it's time to ask yourself old buddy, ol' pal. Do I want to end up in a position of power come the New World Order, or do I want to FALL before all my hard work has come to fruition? PICK A GODDAMN SIDE!" Dipper turned away from the quivering mass as Bud collapsed to the floor, holding the cut on his neck as he whimpered. He relished the surprised look that was on Gideon's face, and grabbed his papers, before retreating upstairs.

Tomorrow is promises be a magnificent day.

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Wendy wiped sweat and blood from her forehead. Her vision slowly stopped spinning, and she rubbed her aching skull as she sat up.

How the hell did I end up in the woods? She placed a blood soaked hand on a nearby rock, and pushed to herself to her feet. She collapsed upon the first step however, as agony burnt through her leg. Oh god, it's broken. Lying on the forest floor, she inspected the wound, and noticed that her clothes were not stained by her blood or sweat, as though someone had dressed her after whatever horrible thing had just happened. Cursing the name of the dream demon responsible, she attempted on more to stand.

Falling to the blanket of rotting leaves and pine needles which covered the ground, she came to the conclusion that she was not going anywhere without a splint. Fortunately she had practiced making one about five hundred times at the camps her father had sent her to, and tore off a strip of her flannel shirt, before scanning the area for a sizable stick. Spotting one beside the large and rotting tree opposite, she grit her teeth and tried to ignore the pain as she crawled forward on hands and knees.

Making it to the fallen branch, she wrapped it close to her injury, and used a nearby tree to help herself up. Her moans filled the woods, a new one forced out of her with every step. Finally making it onto the dirt road, the exhaustion of unknown origins won, and she collapsed in the dirt, the car horns blaring right before she blanked out.

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It's not fair.

That was what Pacifica wanted to scream, not just to the empty emerald room, but the holographic butler of Dipper. Hell, she felt the need to scream that at the actual Dipper. But it's not his fault! Despite the voice of logic, she still felt that if anyone was to blame for her misplaced fondness it was the object of her affections.

Glancing at the magical butler, she realized that he or it rather, was waiting for dismissal. He looks and feels just like Dipper, I could kiss him, and there would be no consequences. Staring at him, she beckoned him over with a finger, but felt indecision swell up inside her. Not only was she nervous about actually kissing a creature made of energy, but she was also unsure if she completely wanted to do this. After all, she enjoyed Dipper's company more than anything, the way that he could comfort her, how wise he was.

It just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she had fallen for an amazing person who she would probably never meet again. It wasn't fair that the one person she thought she could count on (Gid) didn't want to give advice on the subject. And it was ironic in every cruel sense of the word that he had almost kissed her counterpart. I just want to be happy, to not have monsters and nightmares and psychopaths always attacking. For everything to not be constantly falling apart…even for a few seconds it would be nice to just be with my friends and be happy. I just…I JUST want to be happy. Why is that so much to ask?

"Would you like me to fetch a tissue for you?" Looking up, Paz wiped the tears from her face and found her mother staring down at her in a light green dress. Her confusion was brought to a close when Robert's words echoed in the back of her mind; "The servant will appear as whoever you subconsciously want it to." Her azure eyes widened, and she slipped off the bed. I don't want Dipper in here anymore, I want mom.

As she tiptoed closer to the ghost, she recalled her mother comforting her after she skinned her knee on her first bike ride, after being criticized for her fashion sense, after being scared out of her wits by the ghost of an axe murderer. Her mother had always been there, always able to produce some kind words in that soothing voice of hers. Until she hadn't.

Pacifica wrapped her arms around the golem's waist, and cried into the false dress. Sensing the mental pictures of her mother stroking her flaxen locks, the servant mirrored those actions and released small shushing sounds as the blonde shuddered against it.

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(In Reverse falls)

Wendy opened her eyes and found herself lying on a worn mattress, a rusty spring escaping the bed and poking into her ankle.

Upon sitting up and pacing a hand to her head, she found that bandages had been wrapped around her head and her stomach. Crawling out of bed, she stumbled through the dark and horribly familiar halls, following the sounds and flashes of light to the basement stairs. Clinging to the banister, she descended the stairs to find someone pressing buttons on the control panel of a large and chaotic machine. At first she thought it was Old Man Gleeful, once again confusing the monster for her savior. But as her mind grew less groggy she recognized the clothes as Stanley's and called out to him over the roar of the machine. "What…what the hell is that thing?!" He turned towards her, and gestured for her to hold on tightly, just in time to cling to the control panel as a wave of energy filled the house. When the anti-gravity had finally receded, the old man joined her at the bottom of the stairs and removed his goggles.

"I'm opening a portal to take myself home. This machine leads to a dimension where I should be able to open a portal to my world." He wiped his forehead, and Wendy watched the green liquid melt into his skin. "Oh…" She was unsure what to think, having never dealt with this type of situation before (no one had to be fair). She felt a strange compulsion to help this old man, after all, if his story was to be believed, he had a brother waiting for him and the last thirty years of his life were living hell.

"Well umm, thanks for saving me from Gleeful and patching me up I guess…good luck." He smiled slightly, clearly impressed by her actions under pressure. "I was just returning the favor." He winked and shook her hand, before turning back to his work as she mounted the splintery stairs. Just as she reached the top and considered how she would explain the murders to her father, a horrifyingly familiar rang through the shack.

"WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU TWO, I'M GOANNA MAKE MINCEMEAT OUT OF YOU!" How the hell did he survive? Darting back down the stairs, she grabbed Stanley's arm as he was stepping into the portal and leapt inside. Blinded by the white and blue madness, she felt the man grab her waist and dart into the void below upon realizing who was behind them and most likely armed.

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Mabel lay awake in her bed, feeling a strange energy course through her body. For some reason she was feeling particularly unwell, and was having trouble falling asleep despite the hectic day.

Deciding to visit the bathroom one last time, she climbed out of bed and crossed the cold boards, entering the darkness of the hall silently. Opening the bathroom door, Mabel relieved herself and splashed some water on her face, before staring intently at her reflection. For a moment it almost seemed like her duplicate was glaring at her, and was covered in red. But then Mabel rubbed her eyes, and was staring back at an exhausted and vaguely frightened pre-teen. I'm not her.

The thought popped in, no conscious will to think about her counterpart. Like a weed, the idea that she and the other Mabel hadn't been so different sprouted up from between the cracks in the orderly concrete and grew insidiously. It was almost as scary as the idea that her brother and his counterpart weren't very different. Why us? Everyone else is slightly different. Robert isn't THAT different from Robbie, and Gid is just the good brought out of Gideon. But me and Dipper…we were so different. The weed popped up again, filling her mind with agonizing paranoia. Or were you?

Optimism won out when an unshakable argument arose in her mind. She wouldn't think we are similar, she wouldn't worry about it. Smiling defiantly at her reflection, she flicked off the light and entered the hall in time to see something hiss and dart down the stairs. Her eyes widening, she rushed to the stair case and stared down into the darkness. Nothing, it was just a trick of the eye. Her heart slowed, and she felt relief in her own jumpiness. Nonetheless, she waited two more minutes before returning to her bed.

Glancing over at her injured brother, she watched his chest rise and fall, taking some solace in the fact that he was in the room, to be awoken and help should something horrible happen. Together we can face anything, no matter how spooky. The memory of Dipper's remorse returned to her and she frowned, hating to think about how unhappy he had been when he thought her dead. He was ready to do anything for you…

Glancing back at her twin, she resigned herself to inform him about her new and randomly set off, explosive power. First thing tomorrow morning.


I apologize for the slow update, I promise to work faster on the next chapter. I was busy continuing other stories.