OMIGOSH GUYS!
I'm back!
I can't believe it! I'm not dead!
SO THEN...
Stuff happens in this chapter, which you will find out from reading ;3\
ummmmmm so tell me if this is canon or not i have no idea if I'm still following the storyline
"C'mon guys, we have to find a knife! There's gotta be something in here we can use to defeat it!" yelled Dipper frantically.
Cherie dug through the drawers hoping that one of the plastic utensils would be sharp enough to pierce human skin. She wondered why they were plastic instead of metal, and noted it for a question to be discussed later. More strangeness that wouldn't be solved.
"Stan has to have something; he's a professional con-man?!" Mabel screamed. They were all scared and defenseless, probably because Dipper and Mabel had actually faced this creature before, but there was only one option left in Cherie's mind. Before even trying to solve the problem like a normal human being, she called for Cipher. He'd know what to do. She slumped to the floor, passed out, trying to gain the attention of Bill.
"Cherie!" said Mabel worriedly.
"We've got no time, just find a weapon, something! I'll wake her up," exclaimed Dipper. Mabel continued to rummage through the kitchen and proceeded to run down the hall to Stan's room next, bypassing the elevator. The sand in the hourglass was almost up though, and they still had nothing. "C'mon Cherie, get up!" said Dipper, lightly slapping her face.
Her eyelids didn't even so much as flutter when he next tried to shake her. Then he too fell into a dream. "Where am I?" he asked nobody. But he knew exactly where he was when he looked up and saw that everything around him had turned into a black-and-white movie. He had somehow been transported into Cherie's mind. Maybe Cherie had willed Dipper there, or maybe it was just random chance at work once again. He heard voices from around a few of the objects and thoughts floating in her mind.
He pushed a stray grandfather-clock aside and walked towards the direction of the sound. It was Cherie talking to someone, someone he had seen before recently. "Bill, do you have any idea how to defeat this thing?"
"Well, I really don't care about you fleshbags, but I've got a few ideas," but in a whisper that Dipper could not hear, "We've got company, Phoenix. He doesn't know you know me, got it?" Dipper realized that Bill and Cherie were talking over the terms of a deal, maybe. He began to run towards them.
"So then, what are you proposing, you monster?" she asked. Oh no, thought Dipper.
"Well, I was sure we would be able to make a de-"
"Get away from her you immoral geometry question!" shouted Dipper. Cherie turned to face him, her mouth opened wide in surprise.
"He was about to offer a way to help! I don't know why you hate Bill so much!" That was going to take some explaining… Dipper grabbed Cherie's wrist and wrenched her away from Bill.
"Long story Cherie. All you need to know is that you can't trust something called a dream demon."
"Tick-tock Cherie, time's-a-wastin'! You've only got five minutes until that thing comes back to kill you… oh wait, now it's only two." The triangle laughed, amused that one of his greatest enemies was about to be killed by something so easily defeated. Dipper glared at the triangle, and shook his head, denying the presence of the deal.
Cherie and Dipper were thrown out of the Mindscape, back with Mabel, who had found a weapon ample enough to use against the shifter. It was a dagger, though nobody knew where she had found it. "So, what do we do now?" asked Cherie.
"One of us has to kill it," said Dipper, "with a rusty dagger from who-knows-where."
"Correction," interjected Mabel. "It was found in Stan's room." Dipper facepalmed at Mabel's attempt at a joke in the situation.
"Time's up!" called a voice sounding like Cherie's from outside. The shapeshifter was back, and it was angry.
1st POV
I just narrowly avoided a confrontation with Dipper and him asking how I knew Bill before he knew Bill was back. He had told me just in time; Dipper had found a way into my conversation with him. But he had no idea why exactly I was summoned just like that when in reality, it was I who had summoned him. If anything, Bill would have known I was related to the Pines' twins and avoided making a deal in that situation, no matter of what use I would be to him.
The shapeshifter chose that time to end its count of five minutes, and, still transformed into me, it burst into the shack. I just hoped that the knife Mabel had found would be enough to defeat it. "Where are the journals?" it asked.
"Listen," said Dipper in earnest, "we kind of don't exactly have them right now."
If that were a horror movie, he'd have been the first to die. Then, the monster lunged, twisting into a form more suited for combat. A spider-thing, with my elongated face a mask plastered on the front. It crawled up the wall, head rotating a full 360 degrees to still be able to see upright. It hissed, and dropped down on, of all people, me.
Mabel and Dipper were frozen in place for a second, but that was as long as it took. It raised one of the limbs, transforming it into a sharp spoke, then it came down to me. It was about to pierce through my heart's left chamber when Mabel, still holding the small knife, dove forwards and stuck it into the monster's side.
But the monster was already hell-bent on stabbing me, and though its aim was altered slightly, it did not miss my body. The spike cut through my torso, hitting in between two ribs. The gap between them wasn't as wide as the full spike, and it was the only thing that kept the thing from stabbing all the way through. But it broke one of my ribs in the process. I wheezed, each breath a laboring sigh that shuffled around the fractured bone inside of my chest cavity. It was agonizing.
Mabel and Dipper continued to battle the thing, which was much easier since they had already stabbed it once and its energy was being sapped from its body. It shifted frantically in dying moments, one a screaming form of Dipper, one Wendy, and more horrifying creatures that I could not begin to describe.
Either that or I was starting to hallucinate from the pulsating wound set in my chest. The monster let out a dysphonia-screech and bled out. Mabel had actually stabbed something, fought against a monster while Dipper distracted it. I had never seen that side of her before. Then they noticed I had been wounded. I looked down at my chest and saw that the wound was pulsating and that the veins next to it were turning to a black-purple color. There had been poison in the shapeshifter's limb. My body convulsed, thrashed about on the floor. Two things happened in the moments after that; Stan chose to walk in then, and my mind chose to shut down.
I was in the Grayscale before I woke back to reality. "Well, well, well, the little Phoenix, you have quite the knack for getting yourself into trouble," called a voice. It was Bill.
"What happened?" I asked groggily.
"Well, right now, you're in a hospital on life-support, about to flatline. Unless someone were to, y'know, help you out." I remembered what had happened; I had been stabbed by a poisonous spike that belonged to none other than the shapeshifter. The doctors wouldn't have seen anything like it since it came from something supernatural… there would be no shield to protect the poison from ravaging my body.
"So," I sighed, "What's the price this time?" He squinted his single eye into a "thinking" expression. "Hmmm… how about temporary use of a thing you own?" Oh, how tricky demons could be.
"How temporary?" I asked, suspicious.
"Just a few hours, maybe less," he said slyly. On the one hand, I could have died from that. But on the other hand… I was already dying. And what thing could he possibly take of mine? Sure, I had a camera, some clothes that I'd hate to miss but weren't exactly my life. It seemed like an awful deal on his part, which was what the last deal sounded like too, though I had no idea how powerful a "favor" was. He extended the blue-flamed hand.
"Deal."
YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYYYY!
I'm still so ecstatic that I remembered about this little fanfic!
I hope to update on a schedule of like, once a week? idk how this is supposed to work I've always been terrible with deadlines.
Comment what you think the new deal is ;)
SEE YA NEXT TIME, SKIN PUPPETS!
