Authors note:
I'm sorry this is kinda late. Hope you all like it!
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Against Your Will
"Is it done yet?"
The gnome winced at Dipper's hard tone. Was the kid this dark before? Jeff surely didn't recall.
"No! How can it be? Do you know how long it takes to capture Gremloblins?" he complained.
Dipper raised an eyebrow. "I captured one when I was twelve. Just me," he so humbly informed. This kid needs a life! Doubt he ever tried flirting with girls before, Jeff thought.
"I heard that." Dipper shouted, his voice echoing in a supernatural way. The other gnomes cowered behind the trees and bushes. Jeff gulped.
"Mind what you think and say, gnome. One wrong word, I will activate the spell I cast upon this forest. Your homes will burn for forty days and forty nights. You will regret you ever disobeyed me."
Dipper's voice sent chills down the gnomes' spines. It was as if a draft swept their souls away along with any energy their bodies had left. "Y- yes Sir!" Jeff stuttered.
The boy glared at him. Jeff was frozen in place. "The army will be prepared soon! We promise!" he whimpered. The other gnomes gave nods and murmurs of agreement.
Dipper eyed them. A second passed, but it felt like an eternity. He shouted something in Latin, and the area behind him cracked. He went into the hole. The last the gnomes saw of him was his bloodred hoodie.
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Dipper landed in his room from the cieling. He hit the floor with a loud 'WHAM!' He cursed in pain. "Dipper?" he heard from the other side of the door. "I'm alright, Mabel," he croaked.
Practicing that 'Gateway' spell should be on his to-do list before he revisits Gravity Falls. He wouldn't want his army thinking that he was a wimp. Dang these noodle arms!
Mabel opened the door. "Whoa, Dipper. What happened to you?" she asked, amused.
"Did you pick the lock? How'd you open the door?"
Mabel gasped. "Dipper! Are you accusing me of something? I would like you to know that illegally picking locks is below me! I, of all people, am not that type of girl!" she scolded. Dipper sat up looking ashamed. "Sorry..."
Mabel smiled and helped him up. "Ts'alright, brobro. I got in because I stole your President's Key. It really does work on every door in America!"
"What?" Dipper shoved her. "Give it back!" he demanded, acting completely like the past Dipper would have.
Mabel laughed, jingling the key. "Never!" She ran out of the room, making Dipper chase her.
"Mabel!"
The girl ran into her room and shut the door. Dipper hastily opened it. "Mabel, where are you?" he called. He heard her girly giggling. Beyond the pink bed and the posters of attractive young men was Mabel. She was out the window. "Over here, boys!"
"Mabel!"
"Bel!"
Two voices called worriedly in unison. Dipper was surprised to see Vincent come out of the closet.
"You!" he shouted at Vincent, who glared back at him.
"Shushers! None of that!" Mabel threw a magazine at them.
Dipper asked her, "Mabel, what's this about? Why is he here? And why on earth did he just come out of your closet?"
"Boys, you don't think I notice you two always at each others necks? Now it's no good having my two favorite guys fighting like roosters. You should be best friends! Now I'm not letting you leave that room until you warm up to each othe-"
"IN YOUR DREAMS!" shouted Dipper. He sped to the room door and pushed with all his might, but surprisingly, it was pushing back. "What?" he gasped.
"There was a rubber wall placed on the other side of that door as soon as you got in. Punch it and it'll punch you back. Resistance is futile!"
"Where'd you even get a rubber wall?" Vincent asked.
Mabel looked to the side, laughing. "Oh I had a friend's help."
Immediately, a muffled voice shouted from out the door. "I HAPPENED TO BE PASSING BY WITH MY DADDY'S WORKERS AND A RUBBER WALL," it said.
"Wait, Pacifica?" Dipper asked in disbelief.
The voice laughed. "Hello, Dipper!"
"Pacifica, get me out of here!"
"Alright. After I go shopping with Mabel."
Oh no. But it takes forever for girls to go shopping!
"PACIFICA!" he shouted, hitting the door.
"Sorry Dipper! Come on, boys." she said to her father's workers. Dipper heard a lot of footfalls going down the stairs. He looked at Mabel.
"Me and Dipper are great friends, see?" Vincent told Mabel and put his arm around Dipper.
If scowls could kill, Dipper would've been a mass murderer. "And I kinda need to answer nature's call right now..." Vincent continued.
Mabel got in, took her grappling hook, shot it at their neighbor's house, and left.
"TOO BAD FOR YOU TWO!" she shouted as she swung towards the other house. Dipper saw her land on the sidewalk right after she hit the wall.
He growled and pushed Vincent away. "T'was worth a shot," the older teen sighed.
Dipper sat down. He was thinking of all the spells he could use to leave the place. Gateway, Flight, Destruction, Kill-the-annoying-dude-in-the-room. And then Dipper caught sight of something. On the corner of the cieling, there was a blinking light belonging to a camera. A CCTV camera. From all the spells he knew, he did not know how to alter camera footage.
He cursed. Mabel was watching them, and if Dipper did something unnatural, she would start to suspect. She'd notice something was wrong, and Dipper could do nothing to ease her memories. She was too powerful.
What was left to be done? "Let's get this over with" he begrudgingly said. Vincent looked at him and snorted. "Seriously? Fat chance. I'm going to sleep."
"It's the only way. And when Mabel says she's gonna keep us here until we're friends, she means it." he explained.
"Let's just pretend we're friends, alright? I really feel drowsy..."
"There's a CCTV in this room."
Vincent stiffened. "With microphones?"
Dipper scanned the room, and unfortunately, "Yes. With microphones."
Vincent swore. He then squatted down to Dipper's level. "We got to make this convincing, because I'm pretty sure she isn't going to stop until she thinks she got what she wants."
"Don't have to give me acting lessons, Buddy," said Dipper, who was impersonating the ghost of Pinetree for more than a month already. Vincent rolled his eyes. If those two were watching right now, they'd be giggling their asses off, Dipper thought. Not only did they have to convince Mabel, but Pacifica too.
"We start kinda mean to each other, then get all nice and casual, then, when we get out of here, we never speak of this again. Got it?"
Dipper shot him a last glare before the act.
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The bedazzled laptop was at full volume, blaring out all of their whispers. Mabel watched it in a restaurant. Pacifica arrived at her table with two smoothies. "Who wants diabetes?" She held up the plastic cups with a smile. Mabel beamingly jumped. "Yay!" she celebrated. Pacifica sat beside Mabel to look at the laptop.
She sighed as the Dipper and Vincent on the screen argued. "Boys will be boys," she said.
"Where's the silly straws?" Mabel asked her. Pacifica looked at her with a hint of surprise. "They're all out," she stated. Mabel's happy face slowly morphed into one with the expression of horror. "What? They can't be out! Pacifica, do something!"
Pacifica obediently took out a walkie-talkie. She pressed a button at its side.
"Boys," she spoke urgently, "This is Pacifica Northwest. There is an emergency."
Static was heard when she let go of the button. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" a man's voice said. "We are in need of silly straws," Pacifica replied.
"Turn your GPS tracker on. We'll find you and bring these silly straws to you ASAP."
"Good. It's already on. Oh, and Servant?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Hurry," she said sternly. There was a last static followed by silence.
Pacifica pocketed the device and looked at her friend. "They're on their way," she said assuringly. Mabel still looked unhappy. She looked back to the screen.
Her boyfriend and brother were good actors. In fact, that was their problem. They were so good at acting, they were overacting. It looked less like the Vincent and Dipper she knew and more like a Drama TV show. It was so obvious.
"So..." Pacifica started. "Notice anything... different...about Dipper?" she asked, taking a small sip from her smoothie. Mabel examined the screen closely. "Yeah, why?"
"I don't mean in the footage, I mean generally."
Mabel looked at her smoothie, thinking of slurping it clean, but the absence of a silly straw discouraged her. "Well, he's started to wear hoodies and take more baths-You're right! Something is different! Dipper doesn't take baths that often! He could be trying to impress someone. Do you think he's..."
Mabel leaned in closer. "In love?" she whispered. Pacifica choked. She gave Mabel a look that said she thought Dipper was far from 'in love'. Mabel failed to notice.
"Do you think that's why he's always angry at Vin? He must be jealous that I, his own twin, can be happy with who I love, but he can't! He's completely miserable! Why haven't I seen this before? We should get working! There's much matchmaking to be done! Even a nerd like Dipper deserves to be with the girl he loves."
Mabel was already standing on her seat. Pacifica was choking the whole time. "Mabel," she managed.
"Or boy," Mabel added to her rambling. Pacifica did a spit-take. Mabel sat back down to pat her friend's back. "Okay, you're right. Dipper is probably not gay."
"Not that!" Pacifica cried. "I mean ever since you guys came back from the..."
She trailed away. She saw the scene on the laptop go hazy. It flashed red with a yellow triangle at the center. Bill Cipher stared at her threateningly, making her throat go dry. The laptop screen went back to normal.
"Pacifica?" Mabel called her attention. Mabel was looking at her the whole time, so she didn't see Bill. No one saw Bill other than Pacifica. She swallowed. "I'm kidding. Dipper's in love," she lied.
"KNEW IT!" Mabel rejoiced. Pacifica zoned out. She utterly forgot about her side of the contract.
"Hey, what show is that?" a random stranger impudently interrupted. He had blonde hair, an eyepatch and a high voice. "Looks interesting," he commented. The two girls stared at him in surprise for a few seconds. Finally, Mabel answered.
"Oh, it's not a show. It's my two people locked in my room right now. Hi, my name's Mabel, by the way," she introduced, leaning towards the guy.
"I like your ideas, Kid! And your enthusiasm about locking two reckless boys in the same room for a considerable amount of time! May I watch?" he laughed.
Mabel scooched to her left. "Sure! You can stay right between me and my friend here. Say 'hi', Pacifica."
Pacifica boredly waved at the stranger. The blonde nodded then leaned on the backrest of their chairs. "Nah. I'm okay just standing."
They watched what Dipper and Vincent were doing.
"So, why were you in the closet?" Dipper asked.
"Because Mabel and I were playing Hide and Seek. She suggested it," The other boy answered.
Mabel looked back at the stranger. "Nice eyepatch! I don't see you around here often. What's your name, gorgeous?" she asked him. Pacifica elbowed her. "Mabel, you already have a boyfriend!"
"I do?"
The stranger laughed again. "It's alright! I have one too! Kind of a handful if you ask me."
The girls froze. "You do?" Mabel asked, shocked. It was obvious what she was thinking.
"Whelp, I better start goin' now before this place gets sabotaged. I was only here to check if Blondie kept her promise," he said, heading for the door.
Pacifica's blood ran cold. She recalled where she heard his voice before. As the stranger left, he sung 'Oh Christmas Tree', except it sounded quite different. A few seconds later, the place got destroyed.
Men burst in through the windows and through the doors. "Hup hup hup hup hup hup"
Mabel screamed. "What's happening?" Pacifica took her friends wrist protectively. "Whats going on," she demanded.
One of the men approached her. "Miss! We've got the silly straws!" he stated.
Mabel's terrified face morphed into one with heavenly joy.
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Vincent and Dipper hugged, ending their act. They were now 'friends'. They waited for something to happen. "We're friends now!" Vincent said.
The awaited sound of an opening door did not come. They let go of each other.
"Do you think they missed that part?"
"I hope not! Does that mean we have to do it again? I'd rather die than hug you!" Vincent whispered.
"Feeling's mutual," Dipper replied. He thought once more of jumping out the window, but that would worry Mabel. It might also force him into unconciousness. Bill would find him.
"Dippin' sauce, I'm getting hungry. Help me get out of here."
"Don't call me that."
"I'm not sure about you, but I'm starving! Soon you would be too!"
"I won't."
"Right. Jump out the window, will ya'? Then get a ladder or something..."
"You jump out the window. You're the one who's weak and hungry."
"Dipdip, don't you dare cross me. You won't like it."
"Wrong. I'm pretty sure I would like to see you all beat up and begging for mercy."
The next hour was filled with immature arguing that lead to physical harm. That included wrestling and trying to push each other out the window.
"This is your fault we're stuck here!" Vincent shoved Dipper towards the window.
"My fault? I wasn't the one hiding in the closet like an eight year old!" He shoved Vincent back. Right before that resulted into another hour of brawling, a grappling hook shot through the window.
It hooked itself beneath the window frame, but it hit Dipper at the back of his head first. He yelped in pain and collapsed on the floor.
A swishing sound was heard, then Mabel appeared out the window. "Hey, boys!"
She stepped in and looked around. "Where's Dipper?" Her eyes fell on the person curled up in a ball. He wasn't moving. "Ohhhh." Mabel slapped her head, chuckling. "My bad! Silly... Like straws!"
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I feel so relaxed. It's as if I were floating. THIS IS BAD
BadBadBadBadBadBadBadBadBadBad!
This is the Mindscape! He's found me now.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE ALL SEEING EYE!
Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrurunrunrun
WHERE IS HE?
Dipper tried to flee, but it was no use. He was numb. At the corner of his sight, he saw a figure. It was a human figure.
He turned to face a doppelgänger. His doppelgänger. Standing in front of him was not Bill.
It was Pinetree.
