"I don't like this," the Queen says, flipping absentmindedly through her book.
Without looking up from his chess game, the King says, "What, my dear?"
"The prophecy."
He looks up at her, one hand frozen over a pawn. "The Ten Symbols prophecy?"
"Not that one." She shuts her book, lays it in her lap. "The Triad prophecy."
She refuses to look at her husband, even when he leaves his game to sit near her on the bed. She tosses her book onto the pillow next to her, but she fiddles with her rings and bracelets rather than meet his eyes. "Darling, listen to me. The Triad prophecy is void now. Nothing is going to happen to the monarchy."
"Then, why do I feel like a dark storm is coming?" Finally, she looks up. "I'd feel much better if we caught that prisoner soon."
"And we will." He takes her hand. "He couldn't have gotten far, my dear. It's just a matter of time before we find him."
Staring at their hands, the Queen begins rubbing her husband's hand with her thumb, giving a little pout. "I just don't want him to escape and ruin all our hard work. If anyone from the other realms find out, it'll mean the end of the Kingdom."
"They won't find out." He lifts her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips. "We have the pyraman on our side. We can always convince him to scramble people's minds when things get out of hand." Cupping her chin, he adds, "We also have that hidden weapons room. If necessary, we can create an army and send them out into the different realms to correct things."
The Queen removes his hand from her chin and holds it tight to her bosom, a soft smile on her face. "You would do that?"
"Anything for you, darling." He kisses her. "We have to make sure nothing can hurt our children again." Another kiss. "Or turn them against us." Magically shutting the doors with a wave of her hand, the Queen pulls him into bed, kissing him hard.
The six-fingered man frantically waves his hands, making the magic orb disappear. "It'll be tough getting that out of my head," he mutters, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. He sighs and lowers his hand to look down at the open book on the table. He came upon this book while searching the library for the book Bill told him about. In this one is a spell to create magic orbs to watch events, past or present - and he was trying to spy on the King and Queen to find a way to get back at them.
Now that he overheard their plan, he has to tell Bill. He still doesn't completely trust that triangle, but they both hate the King and Queen. Plus, Bill said something about wanting the kids to stay alive. He knows about the Prince and Princess who died a long time ago. He remembers leaving his twin and Fiddleford on the other side of the portal to warn the kids about the bad man. Rumors spread that Bill cast a spell to reincarnate the kids some day.
After Bill's strange behavior yesterday and hearing the royals' plan to unleash an army to take back their kids, he is positive the kids are alive. He doesn't know who they are, but if he can find a way to cross back into Gravity Falls, he can get the old gang back together to find the kids and warn them about the darkness approaching. He can expose the King and Queen and help the kids change the Kingdom.
The six-fingered man shuts this book, tempted to stuff it into the long, black coat he stole from one of the vampire guards. A minute later, he decides to put it back. He searches down row after row of the enormous library until somewhere near the back, in the middle of the top shelf of a bookcase, he finds the book containing prophecies. Quickly grabbing it, he slides down the tall, tall ladder, hopping off just before reaching the bottom. He sits down by the bookcase and flips through the pages. Numerous prophecies fill the pages, some dramatic ones, some ridiculous ones, some from long ago...
There! The Ten Symbols prophecy! He wants to brush up on it before meeting Bill. His brow furrows as he pours over the prophecy. Gears click in his head as the pieces of the mystery start falling into place. He spots the six-fingered hand on the symbol wheel. Could that be me? Pushing these thoughts aside for now, he flips through the book until he finds the pages on the Triad prophecy. A couple paragraphs into the prophecy, he frowns. Halfway through, he glares. By the time he finishes reading it, he practically seethes. Does Bill Cipher know anything about the Triad prophecy? It would explain a LOT about why he hates the royals so much.
Slamming the book shut, he tucks it into one of the inside pockets of his long, black coat. He checks the rifle he stole from the weapons room to make sure it will work in case he runs into any more guards, then sneaks out of the library and down the hallway. For the first time in his life, he wants to find Bill - maybe they could work together to bring the kids back here and depose the King and Queen.
They enter the room, shutting the door quietly behind them. Nerves tingling, they glance all around them to make sure there is no one around. Assured they are alone, they move towards the vending machine. It swings open of its own accord, creaking, revealing a staircase leading downstairs. Step after step, they make their way down to a short hallway, at the end of which is an elevator. Next to it is a box whose lid swings open, revealing a keypad with alchemic symbols. Four symbols appear, and the elevator opens. They glide inside, the elevator automatically shutting and taking them down, down, down.
On the bottom-most floor, the doors open, letting them out into a hall with computers, scanners, and electrical devices. Passing the totem pole periscope, they see three figures up ahead, their backs to them as they stare at the giant, brightly glowing disc on the wall. The two join the three, and they watch as electricity crackles, the portal almost open.
A strong voice yells from behind the group, and everyone turns around to see a man in a suit charging the oldest of the three. The two newcomers do not flinch as the man leaps through their ghostly bodies to knock the old man to the ground - well, he attempted to knock the man to the ground, but gravity seems to disappear, levitating the four grown men. The ghostly viewers frown as the three friends fight with the bad man, none of them aware of the portal's opening until a light blinds them. When the light subsides, the four men drop to the ground, the ghostly twins staring at the world beyond the portal. Two small figures appear in the portal, their images focusing as they step out into the lab. Judging by their fancy attire and the glittering circlets atop their heads, the two kids look like royalty. The ghostly twins gawk at the smiling royal twins as they approach the men and introduce themselves as -
"Kids! Breakfast is ready!" Grunkle Stan hollers from the first floor.
Dipper and Mabel jerk awake, but remain lying in their beds, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey, Mabel?" Dipper asks, his voice cracking.
"Yeah, Dipper?"
"Did you dream about a government agent attacking three scientists, and two royal twins that look almost exactly like us?"
"Uh-huh."
Silence.
"What do you think it means?"
"I dunno, Mabel." He frowns at the wall bordering his bed. "I don't know."
Mystery Person's POV
My eyes shoot open, staring at the dawn-colored sky overhead. I haven't dream-traveled in a long time - and yet, I could see Six Fingers and the royal twins in my mind. Pieces of the puzzle click as I play through in my mind Six Fingers' discoveries in the library and the memory-dreams of the twins. Now, Bill's behavior makes sense. Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I decide to try and summon him today. Maybe we can help each other out.
Another pyraman stirs to my right. I shake my head to toss my bangs out of my face, watching the green triangle as he sits up. "Rosie?" he mumbles, his body softly glowing as he rubs his eye and straightens his top hat. "Why are you up so early?"
"It's nothing," I say, not wanting to involve Bill's parents in this so soon. They have enough to worry about with trying to find a permanent new home for the surviving pyramans. "Just go back to sleep."
"Okay." Bill's father plops back onto his back.
I release my breath, not realizing until now I was holding it. Rising to my feet and stretching, I dust off my dress and straighten my bow before making my way into the burnt forest, away from the sleeping pyramans. When I find Bill and we take care of the royal twins, we're going to give these pyramans a new home - a better home - than the charred fragments of their old world to live in.