(AN/ Hi everyone Garouge Faux here with another chapter of Mirror circle and it's my longest chapter yet clocking up at over 5100 words. First off I have to thank the reviewers who kindly took time to offer feedback and encouragement so big thanks to oNE rING, gamelover41592, TangledBadger91, The Howling Behemoth, Insane Wise-Man and Jb. Thank you so much for these reviews. But before we start this chapter have to issue a content WARNING! This chap is rated M, I warn readers who are underage or sensitive to racist language to click off this page now. The racist words in this chap are evil but they should be viewed in the context of the story ok warning over so without further ado let's get cracking with this chapter...)
Chapter 9- Love and Hate Eternal
Wendy didn't know what was going on, it felt like she was floating through a black void, nothing filled the space, no objects, no light, no sound. She felt nervous but unafraid, she knew her mother wouldn't send her somewhere dangerous by touching the objects in luggage trunk. Her mind raced with questions though Who was I in a past life? Have I always been in Gravity Falls? Have I always fell in love with Dipper? As she tried to come up with an answer she started to hear something, birdsong it sounded beautiful and nostalgic and she started to smell of wild flowers and old trees. Wendy could feel something in her hands, she looked down to the wooden wolf carving in one hand and in the other a well used and rusted carving knife. Wendy looked around her as light surrounded her, she was sitting on a log in a forest clearing dressed in scruffy roughly sewn peach coloured dress that looked like it came off one of the mannequins at the Gravity Falls history museum. "In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I once met a girl called sweet Molly Malone," A radiant voice sang, it was female and very close to where Wendy was sitting on the log, but she could see no one else around Oh my god! That's me singing! That's not my voice though? What's going on? Wendy thought as she saw her hands carving the wooden wolf and the voice continued to sing "As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrow, Crying cockles and mussels` Alive alive o 'Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh,' Crying 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh'.She was a fishmonger,But sure 'twas no wonder,For so were her father and mother before,And they wheeled their barrows,Through the streets broad and narrow,Crying, 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!' She died of a fever,And no one could save her,And that was the end of sweet Molly her ghost wheels her barrow,Through streets broad and narrow,Crying, 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!'" When the voice had finished singing Wendy could feel a sense of happiness this odd song had some sort of meaning for her but her concentration was broken when she heard clapping behind her. Wendy darted her head around to see a tall, handsome and oddly familiar figure standing ten feet away. The man was wearing a tailored navy blue suit, a blue and white cravat, with a red waistcoat with a silver pocket watch hanging from the pocket. His face had a roundness to it with a kind smile, a pair of brown eyes were assessing Wendy and a combed fringe of brown hair covered his forehead. Wendy felt her heart rate rush as the handsome man walked over, Dipper!? That's Dipper! Wendy thought.
"Very nice," The handsome man complimented still clapping, his accent was different it sounded like he was from the south "however a beautiful voice like yours should not be singing a song so tragic."
"What songs I sing are no business of yours." Wendy replied hastily with jitters, her accent was different to Hang on sec I didn't mean to say that! Wait was that Irish? Am I Irish?
"As a member of your audience I believe I can offer you appreciation for your wonderful voice." The handsome man flirted.
"Audience? You are no such thing." Wendy retorted, the thick Irish accent emerging more with every word.
"Am I not? Then pray tell who is? The birds? The trees? That little wooden dog you have in your hand?" The handsome man teased stepping closer to Wendy, who was now on her feet and realising she was much shorter than this past version of Dipper.
"I was singing to myself and this," Wendy snapped holding up the wood carving to the Handsome Man's face "is a wolf."
"Ah my apologies miss. And I must apologise again for not having introduced myself, wherever are my manners? My name is…" The handsome man was interrupted.
"I know who you are. You're Daniel Pinetree, you moved into town last week along with your sister from South Carolina, you're staying with your great uncle Samson Pinetree the richest man in town." Wendy cut in, feeling her cheeks flush red as she looked at his face.
"My, my you are well informed." Daniel smiled.
"You and your twin sister are the talk of the town." Wendy said fumbling her carving knife back into her dirty leather boot.
"And what do they say about us? And please be honest, I won't be stung by the truth." Daniel assured.
"Well if honesty is what you want then I'll tell you, they say you caused a mighty ruckus back home, that your sister married a slave in secret and that you helped your sister and her husband escape from the law up north to Oregon." Wendy recited.
"Only half true." Daniel said his smile fading "Marcus WAS a slave, but was given his freedom he came to work for my family as an accountant. He fell in love with my sister Mavis and they were wed. And were not escaping the law only our parents, thankfully great uncle Samson is more liberal minded."
"Forgive me if I upset you Mr. Pinetree." Wendy responded a feeling of guilt hitting her.
"Not at all, just setting the record straight." Daniel said his friendly smile returning "Since you now know the truth about my person may I enquire about you?"
"Enquire what, good sir?" Wendy asked quite flushed.
"Well these conversations usually start with telling a person your name." Daniel teased further.
Wendy composed herself before saying "I'm Winnifred Calane but most people just call me Winny. My father and my brothers are lumberjacks here in Gravity Falls." Winny!? That was my name is a past life? That's really bad. Wendy thought as the memory unfolded.
"Winny Calane, a delightful name and tell me what part of the emerald isle do you hail from?" Daniel asked.
"I'm from Cork my family only moved here two years past." Winny explained.
"And please can you tell me how old you are?" Daniel continued to smile causing Winny's (and Wendy's for that matter) heart to flutter.
"And what grounds would you ask that?" Winny snapped feeling embarrassed.
"To ask you step out with me." Daniel replied.
"Step out? You presume too much sir!" Winny turned away from Daniel to hide her red face.
"Do I know? Is it not customary in Oregon for young men to ask beautiful women such as yourself to dinner or a dance?" Daniel played walking around Winny so he could see her face.
"Well of course but you hardly know me and I hardly know you." Winny answered, Whoa. This Dipper is really confident…and super hot. Wendy thought as she looked through Winny's eyes.
"Hence why I am asking you step out with me, to get know each other better. Now please tell me your age." Daniel said.
"I'm eighteen three months past and what is your age?" Winny answered and asked.
"I'm twenty one and may I please have the name your father?" Daniel questioned.
"What on earth for?" Winny threw back Wait a sec, he's three older than me in this life Wendy thought.
"So I may ask him if I accompany you to a gala party at my Great Uncle's home." Daniel revealed
"I am my own person and my good father respects that, I make my own decisions unlike the rich South Carolina debutants you are accustomed to." Winny said forcefully, her hands on her hips.
"Apologies fair Winny, then I shall ask you myself. Would you be so kind as to be my date to a gala dance at my uncle's home this coming Friday?" Daniel asked
"Well, I, um," Winny said flustered "I have no proper attire for such a grand gathering."
"No trouble at all, I'll inform my sister Mavis I'm sure she can sort you out a dress." Daniel said.
"…in that case, I will think about it." Winny smiled.
"You should smile more." Daniel praised before taking a step forward gently taking hold of Winny and placing a soft kiss on her lips whilst stroking her long ginger locks. Daniel then pulled back and grinned at the blushing Winny.
"You stole my first kiss." Winny babbled, her fingers touching her lips.
"That's not all I stole from you." Daniel laughed holding up the wooden wolf carving.
"My wolf! Why would you take it?" Winny barked.
"For two reasons fair Winny, the first being insurance that you'd come to the party." Daniel answered.
"And the second?" Winny pressed.
"So I will always have your radiant self in my thoughts." Daniel smiled one last time before rushing off through the woods and back into town leaving the swooning Winny stunned in the forest clearing.
And with that Wendy Caudory was no longer Winny Calane but herself again in her own body on the wooden floor of the library preservation club. She sat up groggily, fixing her lumberjack hat on her head, she felt worse than the time her and Tambry stole her dad's beers and downed them very quickly. "Dipper?" She called out loud before looking around, she turned to see the rest of the group on the floor still fitting and eyes rolling back. "Dipper!" Wendy shouted before scrambling over to him and cradled his convulsing body, she knew it was memories doing this to him and that he'd be fine but she couldn't help but be distressed as she saw her love fitting. As she held him she felt all the warmth and love that Winny had for Daniel, that love had lasted through the ages and Wendy was never going to let it go. Her love is eternal.
000
Mabel's nostrils filled with sweet smells that made her grin on the inside, This memory smells good Mabel thought with giddiness as an image came into focus. She was in a café, all the waitresses were dressed more like maids and all the ladies and gentlemen were in the finest and fashionable clothes (well fashionable for 1850). The table Mabel was sat at had cream tea, fruit tarts, black forest gateau, fondant fancies and tiny cucumber sandwiches. "Dear Mavis if you eat any more sweets you will surely pop." A friendly voice chuckled.
Mabel looked across the table to the source of the voice, there was familiar woman in her early twenties, some would call the girl chubby but not Mabel she thought the girl looked gorgeous just the way she was in a yellow dress with a matching flowery hat hiding her brunette hair. Grenda! Wow she looks amazing! A really lady, I can't wait to tell her. Hey my name's Mavis, hmm, not bad I like it. Mabel thought happily.
"But Gladys the cakes in this place are beyond great I cannot help myself." Mavis replied with a laugh.
"Enough talk about cake, there is something I have been meaning you." Gladys stated picking up her tea cup and taking a sip.
"Go ahead." Mavis allowed, picking up a raspberry tart and started munching.
"The last few weeks you've had this certain look in your eyes, you no longer yearn for the affections of the fine gentleman around town and you sigh when you stare off into the distance. My sweet Mavis are you in love?" Gladys asked.
Mavis stopped munching the sweet treat and gave a nervous stare at her friend "What makes you say that?" she asked with her mouth full and nerves racking Why am I so nervous? If I'm in love shouldn't I be happy? Mabel thought with some degree of worry.
"Aha you don't deny it." Gladys pointed out.
"Gladys please." Mavis pleaded looking around her for anyone eavesdropping.
"Tell me who is your beau? Or are consigned to be a spinster at the age of twenty one?" Gladys asked eagerly.
"Gladys you are my best friend of that I have not a shred of doubt." Mavis said cautiously, I sound so fancy and is that a southern accent, I suit it. Mabel though with a absent mind.
"You never have to doubt it, we've been friends since we were three." Gladys said touching Mavis' hand across the table with support.
"Ok but please keep this under your hat, I am in love, his name is-" Mavis started with a whisper.
"LYNCHING! WE GONNA HAVE US A LYNCHING!" A frenzied voice cackled from outside the café, Mavis' eyes darted to the window to see a crowd of men with rifles and rope dragging a bloodied semi conscious African American man in a charcoal grey suit.
Mavis' and Mabel's heart felt like it was being torn from their chests as they saw the man, "Marcus!" Mavis gasped, Mike! Mabel thought her mind screaming in horror. Mavis opened her purse and left some money on the table before rushing out of the café with Gladys hot on her heels. Mavis raced out onto the street following the crowd with fear in her and future self's soul, the crowd stopped at an old tree next to the bank the leader of the posse had already thrown a rope around the thickest and strongest branch. "What is the meaning of this!?" Mavis shouted.
A skinny buck toothed teen in a ruffled white shirt and brown trousers glared at Mavis as he spat "We hangin' us a nigger from a tree what's it to ya'?"
"This man, this FREE man is in my family's employ and I demand to know the charges you accuse him of." Mavis insisted, her rage boiling as Gladys stood behind her.
"This piece of pond scum," A voice bellowed, it was the leader of the mob a barrel chested man with a gut to match with slick black hair to match his goatee beard "is accused of stealing two hundred dollars from my elderly neighbour's safe yesterday evening, witnesses says they saw a dirty no good nigger in a suit fleeing the grounds at dusk. And this bastard here is the only nigger in a suit for miles."
"How dare you accuse this man!?" Mavis raged. Ugh I hate that N word Mabel thought with disgust as Mavis continued "Marcus Winter is a good and honest man who has been an accountant for my father some three years now. And now you wish to besmirch his good name and nature? You should be ashamed."
"It doesn't change the fact that he stole money that wasn't his and around these parts that'll get you hung girlie." The Mob leader stated.
"Girlie! How dare you? I am Mavis Pinetree and you will treat me and the innocent Marcus over there with respect." Mavis said her head held high.
"Miss P-Pinetree, run, don't you worry about me." Marcus said with a shaky voice.
"Shut up." A posse thug shouted before hitting the side of Marcus' head with the butt of his rifle.
"Mr. Winter! You will release him this instant!" Mavis bawled at the Mob leader.
"He committed a crime, he must pay." The Mob leader scowled.
"He has right to a trial." Gladys spoke up "This is America."
"A nigger don't got no rights." The Mob leader growled.
"Wait, wait, wait. You said this theft occurred yesterday evening. Mr. Winter was with my father and my brother yesterday afternoon discussing business all the way into the early hours. He stayed in our guest bedroom last night." Mavis explained Poor Mike, please Mavis get him out of there Mabel thought.
"You ain't got no proof girlie now move along before this gets messy." The Mob leader warned as he stepped towards Marcus with murderous intent.
"No!" Mavis cried throwing herself between Marcus Winter and the bloodthirsty racist.
"Step aside girlie." The Mob leader cautioned.
"No." Mavis replied Darn right no, stupid racist butt face, no scratch that, racist bastard! Mabel thought with spite.
The Mob leader responded to Mavis' defiance by grabbing her by the throat with a tight grip. "Mavis!" Gladys cried being held back by two posse members.
"M-Miss Pinetree!" Marcus shouted seeing her in danger.
"Not so tough now are ya girlie?" The Mob leader smirked, then came the sound of a CLICK, it was unmistakeable sound of a revolver that silenced the mob leader and his rabble of a posse.
"This is a Colt 44 Dragoon Revolver aimed at your head," A angry voice explained pressing the gun to the back of the mob leader's head "six bullets lie within to take your life but at this range I'll only need one however if you want to survive this encounter you will release my twin before a decorate this street with your brains, do we understand each other?"
"Y-yes sir." The Mob leader agreed immediately realising Mavis from his beat like paws.
"Daniel." Mavis choked running to her gallant brother's side Thanks bro Mabel thought with relief.
"Are you alright?" Daniel asked Mavis his aim and focus still on the Mob leader.
"Marcus! They're going to kill him, save him Daniel." Mavis breathed, Gladys running over to her, holding her up as not to fall in the mud of the unpaved street.
"What is this crime for you hold Marcus Winter?" Daniel asked gun still in hand.
"Theft! He stole two hundred dollars from my neighbour on the evening past." The Mob leader spoke with speed.
"Impossible. Mr. Winter was with my father and myself all of yester evening we ate, we drank and we talked business it is a grave mistake that hold Mr. Winter." Daniel said with cool confidence.
"But witnesses saw a nigger in suit fleeing my neighbour's land." The Mob leader said jittery, still feeling the cold metal of the gun pressed against his head.
"Well it couldn't have been this man or do you imply that my father and myself are liars?" Daniel asked pressing the gun harder into the flesh of the Mob's leader's neck.
"I don't imply any such thing!" The Mob leader squeaked.
"Then you would release the innocent Mr. Winter? Is that my understanding?" Daniel asked twice with cool composure.
"Of course." The Mob leader responded with quick pace.
"Good." Daniel said removing the gun from the man's head and resting it in the holster on his belt "Marcus, my friend you need a doctor, come with me."
"My thanks Danny." Marcus gave blood stained smile as he stumbled towards to his friend. Dipper let Marcus rest his aching body on him as he passed him onto the waiting arms of Mavis and Gladys.
"Oh wait I forgot something." Daniel said with ease, as he walked over to Mob leader and punched him clean to the muddy street "That's for trying to kill my best friend." Daniel snarled before pulling the revolver from his holster and quickly shooting the Mob leader in the foot causing him to wail in pain and the posse to disperse in panic "And that's for laying your damn hands on my sister!" Daniel roared as he walked away towards the doctor's office taking the weight of Marcus off Mavis and Gladys Heck! This Dipper is a badass Mabel thought.
Two minutes later Daniel kicked open the door of the local doctor's office and marched in with Marcus resting on him "Doctor! You have a patient!" Daniel shouted.
"It's three pm," Gladys sighed "Dr Thompson is most likely in the saloon."
"Fine," Daniel sighed placing Marcus on the soft bed in the office "Marcus wait here, I'll fetch the Doctor." Daniel rushed out of the office to find the doctor leaving Mavis and Gladys with bruised and broken Marcus laying on the bed. Mavis sat on the side on the bed feeling an urge to take the man in her arms and just simply hold him Hug him Mavis, for both of us please hug that man Mabel thought with yearning in her heart.
"Marcus how do you fair?" Mavis asked perched on the edge of the bed getting out her pink frilly hanky from her purse and wiping some of the blood off of his lips.
"Much better now Miss Pinetree, you and Miss Gladys best run along now, your brother has the matter in hand." Marcus warned but could not help but smile at the angel before him, savouring the smell of the hanky.
"Hogwash, those beasts beat you to a bloody pulp! We are not leaving you alone." Gladys screeched before going over to the medicine cabinet taking out some dark rum and returning to the bed, she unscrewed the cap and offered it to Marcus "For the pain." She said.
"Thank you." Marcus thanked before taking a glug of the spirit.
"It pains me to see you like this." Mavis said her voice sombre tone.
"Mavis hush." Marcus spoke.
"But you are my beloved you shouldn't suffer so." Mavis cried "I love you Marcus, I hate hiding."
"Silence." Marcus forced causing to feel pain in his surely broken ribs.
"Beloved?" Gladys questioned before smiling "My goodness, Mavis you have found your dear prince charming."
"You will keep our love secret?" Marcus asked with worried tone.
"Do you truly love my best friend Mavis?" Gladys asked.
"I love her in life, death and beyond." Marcus replied honestly.
"Then of course I shall keep it secret. Just take care of my sweet friend." Gladys answered tears welling in her eyes.
"Always." Marcus smiled before beckoning his beautiful love over to his side. "Come here."
"Do you need anything? Water? Pain killers? Anything at all?" Mavis asked with worry. Yeesh! Just kiss him already, it's not hard just pucker your lips and kiss that lovely face! Mabel thought.
"Could you reach into my left hand pocket of my blazer?" Marcus asked, still looking cool regardless of bleeding nose and mouth.
Mavis complied and asked as she felt around the pocket "What am I searching for?" she asked.
"You'll now when you find it." Marcus grinned through bloodied teeth.
Mavis felt something in the blazer pocket and immediately brought out into the light of day. It was a small red leather cube shaped jewellery box "Oh my stars!" Mavis exclaimed, Open it dummy! Mabel thought watching the memory. Mavis opened the box to find a simple gold banded engagement ring with a small but wonderful diamond centre Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Mabel thought thrice.
"I should be on bended knee for this but never mind," Marcus smiled through his pain "Mavis April Pinetree will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
"Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!" Mavis laughed as she took the ring from the box and placed it on her left ring finger then planting a loving kiss on her new fiancé's lips I'm so happy, am I crying? I think I'm crying! Oh god I love him.
"Wait." Gladys spoke up.
"What ever is that matter?" Mavis asked with worry.
"If you are to marry may I ask one thing?" Gladys piped.
"And that is?" Mavis asked slightly nervous.
"Can I be your Maid of Honour?" Gladys asked and laughed at the same time.
"Who else would I choose?" Mavis asked rhetorically looking at her ring then looking at her bruised, battered and beloved future husband.
Then reality struck, Mabel awoke and she was back in present day, she woke up in the library preservation club, she looked around her to find the rest of the gang fitting bar Wendy who was cradling the shaking Dipper in her arms Mabel quickly got up and ran over to the older girl and started talking at very high speed "Wendy, Mike was my husband!" Mabel rambled "Some racist jerks tried to kill him but Dipper saved the day. Except his name wasn't Dipper it was-"
"Daniel Pinetree." Wendy answered still holding tightly to the fitting Dipper.
"Yeah how'd you know that?" Mabel queried.
"Trust me Mabel I know who Daniel Pinetree was." Wendy said with a slight sob before gripping Dipper tighter.
000
Tyrone felt strange, he was staring at ceiling with a dusty purple lampshade hanging from it, he was also sure he was naked under the duvet of the bed he was lying in. This is the memory, I touched that old smoking pipe and this is the memory attached to it He thought rationally. He saw himself or his past self as it were reaching for his pipe on the nightstand already stuffed with tobacco with a small book of matches next to it, it was resting next to a copy of the Gravity Falls gossiper dated '13TH May 1942' with the headline 'Marines offensive on Japs'. Tyrone sat up in the bed, took the pipe and put it in his mouth, then struck a match and lit it, inhaling the noxious but comforting fumes of addiction. "Damn I needed that." Tyrone found himself groaning.
"The smoke or the sex?" An alluring voice asked.
Tyrone looked onto the other side of the room to see a naked female figure in the doorway of the en suite bathroom smoking a cigarette. The first thing Tyrone noticed was the face, beautiful, pale, dotted with freckles topped off with green eyes and red hair Wendy? Or do I mean Marie? No wait dude she was Wendy first go with the name Wendy. Tyrone told himself mentally. Tyrone scanned the rest of her body with thirst, this version of his redheaded love was in her early thirties (Still amazingly beautiful though), gorgeous small and firm breasts dotted with freckles lay on her chest and her crotch was graced with red pubic hair. But Tyrone although obviously excited by the naked form of his infatuation was more concerned by the gold wedding band on her finger "The sex of course my dear Wanda." Tyrone grinned.
"Dexter Pinefall, you are a brute." Wanda Pinefall giggled stubbing out her cigarette in nearby ashtray and quickly crawling back under the duvet next to her husband. Holy Crap! I just saw my crush naked, like, completely nude! Tyrone panicked in his mind.
"Do you have to get on that bus tomorrow?" Wanda asked cuddling up next to her husband, still smoking his pipe.
"The government demands it sweetheart. Uncle Sam says I gotta go to pacific, that means I gotta go." Dexter replied blowing out smoke.
"I know but you will come back right?" Wanda asked.
"Sweetheart, you can't ask me that." Dexter replied Boy this is awkward, please can I wake up now? Tyrone groaned in his mind.
"No I won't become one of those widows," Wanda said with some strength in her tone "you have a family here Dexter, you got two daughters who adore you and a wife who loves you. Please don't abandon us."
"I'll try my best to return." Dexter said before quickly grabbing his wife and kissing her deeply Oh my god I love this woman! Tyrone thought as the dream faded and he was back in the dusty attic in the present. He sat up with a jolt causing Wendy and Mabel to be concerned "Tyrone you ok?" Mabel asked scrambling over to her brother's double.
"I'm just fine." Tyrone said putting on a brave face before looking at the still fitting Marie sprawled on the floor, he ran over to Marie crouched and took her hands and said. "I'm coming home." Tyrone promised the shaking Marie. He then looked at the only other people conscious around him, Mabel and Wendy, were staring at him and Marie. "What?" He asked sounding uncomfortable.
"What do you mean you're coming home?" Wendy asked with Dipper still in her arms.
"Sorry it was a memory," Tyrone explained with red cheeks "it was world war two and I was being drafted. I promised Wanda, I mean Marie, that I'd come home to her and our daughters."
"You guys had kids?" Mabel grinned.
"Yeah." Tyrone replied still feeling embarrassed from the very vivid memory.
"Tyrone we know you love Marie." Wendy soothed.
"What? No I don't." Tyrone denied.
"Yes you do." Mabel threw back.
"Look it's none of your business anyway, you two aren't even from this universe." Tyrone said avoiding eye contact with the two girls.
"But-" Mabel started before Wendy cut off with a shake of her head.
"Listen Tyrone," Wendy spoke with a kind voice "if you can't be honest with yourself about how you feel, how will you ever be honest with Marie?"
Tyrone didn't reply to the question he only stared down at Marie in seizure like state, wondering what she was remembering and when would she wake up.
000
Fiddleford McGucket sat alone in his black leather recliner chair in his spacious living room, only a small lamp was on to illuminate the mostly dark room. Fiddleford was on his fifth double scotch of the evening. It'd been a terrible week and now just wanted to drink away it's memory. He had told his butler Godfrey everything, that he had be diagnosed with a massive brain tumour that was inoperable and worse still the cancer had spread to this organs as well and that it would kill him in a matter of weeks, that his company used this information to gain majority control of his business empire. So in short McGucket didn't have long left on this planet and his company had been stolen by people he was considered friends. The funny thing was he was more bothered about the theft of his empire rather than his impending death. Fiddleford went to take another swig of scotch but a sharp pain in his head caused to drop the glass and it's contents onto the Persian rug that decorated the floor "Damn it." Fiddleford swore.
"Trying to drink your troubles away eh?" A teasing voice giggled around him.
"Who's there?" Fiddleford shouted feeling scared looking around the room to see no one.
"No need to be scared McGucket," The voice mocked "we've met before."
"No not you." Fiddleford gasped with realisation, then with a flash of light the source of the voice appeared. A yellow triangle form with thin black arms and legs floated in the air, a black top hat sat atop the triangle with one large haunting eye staring down at Fiddleford. "Bill Cipher." Fiddleford said with fear in voice and face.
"The one and only." Bill laughed
"What do you want?" Fiddleford asked quickly.
"What do I usually want? To make a deal of course." Bill cackled staring down at the desperate and weak man before him with hate eternally burning in his eye.
(AN/ DUN DUN DUN! Bill Cipher has popped up, what diabolical plan does he have this time? Will Marie, Wolfe and Dipper escape their memories? Will they find any clues to find Mike Wilson? If you liked the chapter please review. Next time on Mirror Circle Fiddleford has a difficult choice to make, Wolfe finds herself running in a dangerous memory, Marie flirts with her memory and Dipper discovers what the Sang Collier really is. Next chapter is Regrets C ya soon and please please please review)