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Title: Deal

Alternate Universe: None / Post Canon (Age of Twins ~ 16/17)

Rating: T (for mentions of blood and temporary major character death)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical trauma, and temporary major character death

Inspired By: I have no idea, I just found it in my google drive when cleaning

Summary: Dipper should know better than to ever make deals with a demon such as him. Still, family is always more important, isn't it?

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"Well, well, well, isn't this an interesting thing for me to wake up to!" The boisterous voice grated on the ears and echoed throughout the now silent woods, Dipper's vision fuzzy as black and white swirled at the edges of his world and- God, what had they done. "Oh, oh, is it my birthday? I feel like it's my birthday with a gift like this!"

Body twitching on the dry, dead grass, Dipper dug his fingers into the lifeless earth as he looked up at hearing a soft whimper. Mabel was staring at him with wide, fearful eyes, entire body shaking. Autumn leaves were threaded through her hair and dirt mixed with blood streaked her cheeks. He wasn't sure which one coughed on the blood in their throats first, but he knew that soon the both of them were gasping for air.

"I said to not let them touch it!" The voice that yelled had Dipper covering his ears and no… No, he had heard enough of that voice to last a lifetime. No more. Please- Please. Hadn't he paid enough for his mistakes? Hadn't he suffered enough?

"Oh, so it was just an accident. How disappointing- Ooh, but that means you didn't wake me- Hah! It wasn't you lot! It was them who did it! Oh, how beautiful." Dipper couldn't help but wonder what was worse - running from hell or running straight into its arms.

"Enough. Let's finish this now. They know too much. Besides, that is weakened. It won't take much to put it down for good." Reality around them rippled and shifted and twisted and idiots. Idiots. It had taken the sacrifice of everything to defeat him last time. They really thought he was weak?

"Now, now, didn't your mother ever teach you to not be rude." Jerking backwards as blue fire seared its way into the earth, Dipper shrieked at the pain that wracked his body. It hurt- It hurt. The fire, though… When that brushed him, it didn't hurt. He knew what that meant.

"Di-pper." God, Mabel sounded as wrecked as he felt. It was all he could do to grasp her hand when she crawled close enough, the two linking their fingers together and holding on tightly. No matter what happened next… Well. At least they would die together, right?

"Oh, how sweet." Children. They were such children. Had they really thought they could survive this? Had they really thought this was the best idea to beat such a dangerous enemy? It was so- It was- Children. "You thought I was bad, huh? Didn't even think that there's more dangers in this world than me. You should be careful of crows, you know. They tend to gather around dead bodies."

"Release them, demon! The Sect of the Crow stands with God to spread His light and message! You shall not poison the world with your sin!"

"Ugh, disgusting as I remember." The fire flickered over his skin, Dipper focusing - or at least trying his best to - and staring at the circle that was burned into the dead ground. Circle. Oh… "You made a very dangerous enemy, you two. Honestly, you're always getting into such trouble!"

The circle wrapped around him and Mabel tightly, Dipper's gaze slipping and sliding more towards that hazy world of black and white. A scream stuck itself in his throat as his head was jerked up by fingers under his chin, Dipper feeling heat and power as a gloved hand held him in place- Gloved. Human. A human gloved hand.

"What are you doing, demon! Get away from them! Quickly- Quickly! Kill them before it regains power!" Power… Ah, that was right. They had been running- Leading. They had been leading them all and- It was cold.

"You humans are always so fragile." It hurt. Everything hurt - everything except that quiet voice, words near hummed out instead of spoken. The words were low, and smooth, and nothing like the high-pitched, wild glee from before. "Get in over your head, Pine Tree?"

The blue fires blazed around him and his sister, Dipper prying his eyes open (when had he closed them?) and looking into eyes of molten gold. Eyes. Eyes. "Oh, Pine Tree." Gold and black and retribution. "Look at you. All grown up."

Mabel's weak groan captured his attention for only a moment, the hand on his chin keeping him from moving. He was almost grateful for it. Almost. Almost. So many almosts. He had almost been fast enough. He had almost been smart enough. He had almost been strong enough. He had almost managed to beat them. He had almost managed to save them. Almost, almost, almost.

There was blood on his hands. His head was given a rough shake, Dipper's gaze skittering back to that molten, bubbling gold, attention utterly and completely captured. All he felt was the leather glove against his skin and the fading warmth of his sister's hand. "Oh, it seems she's dying too, now. Tell me, Pine Tree, how much family did your mistakes cost you?"

He thought he was so smart. Now look. Blood. So much blood. Ah, everything was quiet. Maybe that's why he had this sense of standing on the edge. No- Yeah. Yeah, that was it. It was standing on the edge of a cliff so high up you couldn't even see the ground and it was just one small step-

"Mason Pines." The only breathing he could hear was his. The sound of screaming and gunfire was so far away, but the only breathing he could hear was his. Only his. Mabel… "Ssh, it's alright. I can fix everything. I can fix all of it. You know I can. You know my power."

Pine Tree. Only one person had ever… Right. They had escaped where they had been keeping them and they had lead them all into the woods that they knew so well and they had a plan. They failed. Blood and fear and human skin had touched the stone. Ah, the hand in his was limp. Cold. Empty. Lifeless.

An intake of air had Dipper coughing, vision swimming before he felt warm human skin instead of a leather glove- Human. "What do I want? Isn't it obvious? I can fix it, but I want my freedom." No. No. His family in exchange for the entire world? He could never- Mabel. Mabel. "It may not be worth them, but isn't it worth your world?" Cold. Cold and lifeless. "Mason Sherman Pines."

Don't trust him. Don't let him in your head. Don't listen to him. Don't make the same mistakes. Turn away. Turn away, turn away, turn away quick before he catches you- Save them? "Every single one of them." The gunshots grew closer and the screaming grew louder. "You know what I want."

Ah, well. In that case, it wasn't a competition at all, was it? It never was. Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Mabel's hand fell out of his and another took its place. Warm (burning), hard (painful), and tight (greedy). "You know what to say, don't you? Well?"

Bill Cipher.

The word was torn out of him with a single, last breath.

"Deal."

I give you everything.

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"-ipper. Dipper! Wake up, sleepy head!" Jerking awake with a gasp of air, Dipper clutched at his side where the knife had been stabbed into him far too deep- And… Skin. Nothing but smooth skin that was only broken up by the appendix scar he had since he was nine. Which was impossible - completely impossible. He had just been bleeding out in the woods and dying and oh, god he had said- "Dipper?"

"Okay- I'm okay. I guess I had a nightmare." Dipper shook under the hand his sister placed against his forehead, looking frantically around the bus. They were on a bus? When had they… It was rumbling along, though, the sight of trees passing them by and the highway bumpy under the wheels. There were only three other people, one on his phone, another asleep against the window, and one hiding obvious animal ears under a hat. "We're… We're on a bus."

"Well, yeah. C'mon, bro-bro, we're going to visit the Grunkles. Re- Remember?" Mabel looked at him with eyes full of worry, Dipper only giving a shaky nod in response. "It's June fifteenth." Right. The start of summer. They were going to Gravity Falls. "Maybe you should try to get some more sleep until we get there."

"Yeah- Yeah, sorry, Mabel. I just had a really bad nightmare, I guess." Settling back and closing his eyes, Dipper pulled his hat down low enough to block out the sun, sighing as the world began to darken. Nightmare. It was just a nightmare, he told himself. Only that.

Then his world was filled with black and white and a loud, bright laugh that shook the very foundation of reality.

"Well, well, well. Didn't that 'Grunkle' of yours ever teach you not to make a deal with a demon, Pine Tree?"