We're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Not like we were gone anyways. I'm sure you guys were on edge at the end of the last part (or I hope you were). What happens now? Well, read and find out!-Mr-Dippingsauce
PART TWO
Chapter Ten
The Beyond
Bill Cipher examined the inscription for what was probably the twenty-thousandth time in the past three days. His one eye quickly scanned the text, text that was even older than he was, and he was pretty old.
I have to time this just right he thought. I can't mess up again.
"Mr. Cipher?"
Bill groaned to himself. Charlie, or his dead soul, had been bugging him and asking him questions as he was trying to work. It really annoyed him.
"Shut up, Charlie." Bill said.
"But Mr. Cipher…"
"I said shut up, Charlie. Don't make me send you to the Vault!"
Charlie went quiet, leaving Bill to his thoughts.
The Pines fools will be assembling the ten, he thought to himself. Let's see how much internal havoc I can wreck.
Gravity Falls Detention Center, Gravity Falls, Oregon
Gideon Gleeful stared at the two pictures he nailed on the wall of his jail cell. He'd used a couple of rusty nails he'd found on the floor.
"Dipper and Stanford Pines." He whispered to himself. "I will have my revenge."
He thought for a moment. How could he get his revenge? Blood rain…no he needed the book for that. Zombie… no, he needed the book for that too.
He got up and paced the room. He growled and toppled and threw another nail at the photo of Stanford. It bounced off harmlessly and landed in a pile with the rest of them.
Why? He thought. Why did Stanford take the book? I'm useless without it!
That's funny, said another part of his mind. Isn't that what you said to Dipper the day he…
Oh, shut up!
816 Beaver Road, Gravity Falls, Oregon
Wendy groaned. Why can't he leave me alone? She thought.
Written in the dirt were the words Take me back Wendy! A large stick lay nearby.
She adjusted her backpack strap to fit on her shoulder and set off for the Shack.
For the past three days, every time she had arrived in the morning the sign said Sorry, we're closed and the door had been locked. She wasn't really sure what had happened, but today, she was determined to find out. She didn't care if she had to freaking break in; she was going to make sure the twins were okay.
After walking briskly for about 15 minutes, she arrived at the Shack. To her disappointment, the sign was still flipped over to the closed side. She tried the door, but it was still locked.
She kicked the hard wood in frustration, and the door snapped off of the upper hinge, leaving a space just barley big enough for Wendy to squeeze through.
Wendy stared at the door. She heard voices from inside.
She squeezed through the small hole and made her way inside.
The Mystery Shack, Gravity Falls, Oregon
Dipper woke up to find his sisters bed empty and unmade. He rubbed his eyes, and let out a yawn. For three days, Stanley and Grunkle Stan had made him stay in bed with an enormous fever. Today, though, he finally felt fine. Who knew casting spells took so much out of you? He thought. Then again, the spell was to banish a dangerous dream demon that was heck-bent on destroying all life on the planet.
Still in his pajamas, Dipper lumbered downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, to find Mabel along with the two Stans and Soos, having breakfast.
"Sorry we started without you, dude." Soos said. "But we got hungry."
Dipper shrugged. "That's okay." He climbed into a chair and began to devour a plate of eggs. "I'm guessing Stanley made these?"
"What?" Stan said. "What makes you think your Great Uncle didn't make them huh?"
"Grunkle Stan, your eggs always come out burnt." Dipper pointed out.
Stanley laughed. "That does sound like Stan." His face grew serious. "Look, we need to talk to you guys."
Dipper stopped eating and scooted his seat up to the table. "Is this about Bill?"
Stanley nodded. "Look, we all know he's coming back but…" he sighed. "We know we have to banish him again. But he has to be banished a certain way.'
"Really?" Mabel said.
Stanley nodded. "There's a prophecy about it."
He pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. He handed it to the twins. "Read this."
When the Triangle returns to Earth
With vengeance in his eye
The ten must be assembled
Or the world will indeed die
Hand, the absolutely crazy one
In an asylum he belongs
He was once wise and genius
And now must save the throngs
Llama, the one that happens to be
More Northwest than others
She must join the quest or else
The fate of the world falters
Shooting Star the shining one
Hyperactive she is
Though short she stands tall
An inspiration to all
Broken Heart sits in lament
It is Ice that he desires
Vengeance on Pine Tree he seeks
His life has set on fire
Glasses, brother of Fez Symbol
From the dead he shall rise
All-knowing and powerful he is
Most dangerous in Triangle's eye
Question Mark, the man child
He knows more than you think
A Pine that is not a Pine
He will see the world at its brink
Ice, the one Broken Heart loves
Daughter of the warrior, she is
Fight for the world she will
If she fails, the whole world ends
Fez Symbol, brother of Glasses
Greedy as he may be
But he will fight the Triangle
Until the world is free
Pine Tree, the determined one
Many secrets he knows
But fire is in his hands
And danger on his toes
Pentacle, the white-haired child
In the House of Big he resides
Secrets many he also knows
Though being slightly time-displaced
If the world is to survive
The ten must recite
The Triangle's Death will come
And the world shall not succumb
Note: Don't like it? Think I repeated stuff too much?
DEAL WITH IT! YOU try writing a prophecy!
"Uh, Stanley, did you just make this up because…"
"The after note? No, that's really what the person wrote on the parchment. I didn't…make any of that up."
"Well," asked Mabel. "What does it mean?"
"It means that ten people must be assembled; ten people that will banish Bill for good. And five of them are sitting in this room right now."
"Really?" said Mabel excitedly. "Where?"
"Mabel! He's talking about us!" Dipper exclaimed. He leaned in. "So who are the other five?"
Stanley handed him a list of names. He looked them down and his eyes widened. "Uh, are you sure? These all seem to be people who are either mentally insane or hate us."
"I understand. But the prophecy isn't wrong and we checked probably 50 different ways we knew. We need you guys to go get these four." He pointed to four of the names. "We'll get him."
A loud thud came suddenly from the gift shop. The five rushed over to find Wendy rubbing her head as she lay on the ground.
"Well that makes things easier." Said Dipper.
Stanley kneeled down. "What did you hear?" he asked her.
"Not much. Just some prophecy and…everything else." She looked at Dipper. "You chew really loud."
Dipper was a little embarrassed. "Yeah, he, he, he…"
Wendy looked back at Stanley. "What do you mean, I make things easier?"
"It means we now have six of the ten. Welcome aboard, Ice."
Wendy took his hand and got to her feet. Stanley continued. "You might be useful. A lot of the people on the list…"
"Hate you guys? Lemee see." She took the list and went through it. "Oh, yeah. They do hate you guys."
"We could use you Wendy. You could act as a mediator of sorts."
Wendy nodded. "I'll come. When do we leave?"
"As soon as we get dressed. Come on Mabel."
The two twins ascended the stairs, and Wendy went to wait outside.
Stanley sighed and pulled out an old sheet of paper.
"What's that, Mr. Pines?" Soos referred to Stanley the same way he did to Stan.
"The prophecy?"
"Why do you have two copies?"
Stanley looked over at Stan. The caretaker of the Mystery Shack nodded. "You can trust Soos."
Stanley sighed. "Look Soos, this is the actual prophecy. The one I showed the twins had one slight change."
"What was it?"
Stanley handed him the paper. "See for yourself. It's in the Shooting Star stanza."
Soos read:
Shooting Star the shining one
Hyperactive she is
Though short she stands tall
But all Shooting Stars must fall
Thank you, loyal readers, for reading the first part of Cipher, my continuation of Gideon Rises! I hope you enjoyed. I can't really give a set time for the next chapter, except next week. Until then, see ya!-Mr-Dippingsauce