A/N So... you remember those tissues? I kinda miss the reviews of people saying they like this story. I just people are gonna review they hate me or something cause I made them feel things? Ah, whatever. Enjoy.
Chapter 21 - Before.
Mabel tossed a pillow across the room, smiling as Pacifica got hit in the face. Surrounded by pillows and blankets, Mabel shifted her weight so she was laying on her stomach as she watched Pacifica pull out movies from a small box under the large TV that sat in front of them. "I can't believe you've got all these movies! My parents would never let me watch 'Heathers' or what's that movie about the hot vampire? Ugh, it has a book series it's based on, right? I've read them before but I can't remember the title."
"'Twilight'? They're… eh." Pacifica said, chuckling afterwards. "I think you've had better supernatural boyfriends than whatever is going on during that story."
"Yeah. I think I've worn out my love for love a bit since last summer, though. I'm more worried about Dipper than my love life." Mabel's cheerfulness suddenly fell. Pacifica instantly picking up on that.
"Hey, at least you've got me as a friend. I'm bound to think that Dipper will be fine, Mabes. Until then, you can always hang over at my place if he-" Pacifica was cut off when a butler entered the room, holding the receiving end of a telephone out.
"It's for Miss Mabel, it's from her great uncle." The butler spoke, thrusting the phone forward. Mabel slowly rose up, grasping the blue object in her hand as she pressed it to her ear.
"Hello?" She spoke into it, confused.
"Mabel? Thank god. Stanley and I just got a call from a hospital in Piedmont." Ford's voice came through the speaker, Mabel's hands shaking.
"What's happened?" She practically screamed into the phone.
"Your parents. They were in an accident, they're-" Mabel had frozen up, dropping the phone onto the ground, wide-eyed as tears formed.
"Mabel? What's wrong?" Pacifica was instantly at her side, concerned and worried. Mabel didn't respond, she just grabbed onto Pacifica as she began to sob.
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Dipper entered the attic bedroom, Mabel already asleep in her bed, her eyes puffy with the amount of crying she had been doing. He kicked his shoes off, flicking the lantern on. He sat down on his bed, box in his lap. Dipper carefully opened the lid. His eyes grew wide when he saw what was inside. Piles upon piles of photographs spilled out of the box, letters included among the memories.
Photos of Bill, Dipper, Mabel and random supernatural creatures alike were pictured in each image. Dipper pulled one out, an image of Bill standing there with Mabel, both wearing matching sweaters. Dipper felt his body being racked with even more sadness than before the further into the box he got. And then he discovered the morbid and gruesome pictures, splattered with brown and dried blood. Dipper instantly shoved them back into the box, shutting his eyes off from kindling the dried memories that haunted his waking days. With shaking hands he clutched onto his knees. He hadn't told anyone what he had witnessed during Weirdmaggedon, the chilling screams still following him like a ghost.
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Dipper flinched, the cold stone of the black bricked wall cold against his back as he watched the scene in front of him. Spine chilling screams were being belted out by the person in front of him, Bill smiling insanely as he commited the terrible act of murder in front of Dipper. "P-Please!" The person begged, his body covered in cuts and burn marks as he held out a ragged hand towards him.
"Hey! Get back here you!" Bill snapped, dragging the human back as he finally died, Bill tossing the body onto a pile that was stacked dangerously high. "Bring in the next one!" An eyeball bat flew in, a stone statue of women with a child was hovering in it's eye beam.
The statue was lowered down, the two becoming unfrozen. "-please! What..?" The women looked at her surroundings finally noticing Bill, the triangle leaning against his cane while hovering. "No! P-Please no!" She screamed, shielding the young child from Bill. Then she spotted Dipper, her eyes wide and pleading. Bill had gained an unhealthy habit of grabbing people before torturing them, ultimately killing them in the end. As well as making Dipper watch as he did so. Dipper froze, his arm held forward, like a deer in headlights. Bill seemed to have noticed that. With a burst of fire, the demon changed into his human form, making his way over to Dipper. He snaked his arms around the pre-teen, leaning close to Dipper's ear.
"I have an idea. Why do you kill them, Pinetree?" He whispered, his voice filled with malice.
"What?! NO!" Dipper spluttered out. Bill pouted, his face sagging.
"Awww. C'mon. Just this one time." He was acting like a child, begging and begging for Dipper to commit it.
"Bill-" Dipper began but Bill clasped a hand over his mouth, Dipper staring into Bill's eyes as the demon smirked. He twirled Dipper around with a swish of his finger, a dagger appearing in Dipper's hand with a flash of blue flames. "No! Bill, stop it!" It was as if his muscles were refusing to move, his body slowly moving forward against his will. He screwed his eyes closed as he felt the dagger embedding itself into the person in front of him, a woman's screaming that was followed by a child-like gurgled gasp. His body then spun around, the dagger going through another soft body. Dipper opened his eyes, his shaking hands dropping the sharp weapon with a clatter. He recoiled in fright, looking down at his own hands that were now stained a deep crimson. Bill's shrill laugh echoed in his ears as he stared at the two dead corpses in front of him, blood pooling on the ground. He was the one who screamed the next.
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Dipper jolted from his thoughts, accidentally knocking the box onto the ground as he mind raced to forget that moment he had long buried deep into his subconscious. He felt hot, his shirt was plastered to his body as he knelt down to pick up the photos. He picked up the last one, his eyes lingering on it for a second. A moment perfectly preserved in the past, images of blue crystals in the background with two figures sitting down next to each other, one with a pinetree hat, the other smirking like the devil himself. Who knew that a monster like that was disguised as an innocent person once upon a time. Dipper didn't know who he was targeting the question at, Bill or himself.
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The next morning was a sombre day, a thunder storm approaching from the distance which suited the mood perfectly. The RV was parked outside, prepared to carry large boxes back with them. Dipper knew full well that his parents were about to die. The doctors had declared to Ford and Stan that the twin's parents only had a few days left on the mortal coil.
They loaded onto the RV, Dipper sitting down beside Mabel in the back as Ford drove with Stan sitting nearby. There was silence through the RV. Dipper unbuckled his seat belt, getting up to get a drink when they passed the sign welcoming those to Gravity Falls. And then suddenly, it was as if Dipper had hit a wall, his body flying back as he landed on the ground with a groan. "GRUNKLE FORD! STOP THE RV!" Mabel screamed, noticing her brother landing on the floor. Her voice was warped, the barrier between them preventing Dipper from hearing her well. He got up slowly, pressing a hand against the orange, bubble like barrier holding him out from the rest of his family. Dipper pounded his fists against it to no avail. Ford ran forward, eyes wide as he saw the scene in front of him.
"What's going on, Sixer?" Stan shouted, standing nearby.
"My god. Gravity Falls weirdness magnesium. It's keeping Dipper trapped in Gravity Falls." Ford muttered, stepping half-way through the barrier. "Dipper, I'm about to tell you the equation to solve this. Just give me a moment." Ford moved closer, whispering in the teenager's ear the equation. Dipper repeated it slowly, his mind instantly filing it away. The barrier burst like a bubble, showering them in orange glitter. Dipper held a hand forward, discover there to be no barrier anymore.
"Thanks Grunkle Ford." He mumbled, smiling. Yes, thank you indeed Sixer for giving me exactly what I needed, Dipper thought.
"Can we get back on the road? We don't have a lot of time." Stan said, sitting in the driver's seat as he took over.
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The journey was uneventful after that, Mabel fading in and out of consciousness as Dipper worked on political papers. And then the RV jolted to a stop, Mabel instantly waking up as her seatbelt was pulled tight. Groggily, Mabel spoke. "Where are we?"
"We're at the hospital. C'mon." Stan said, his voice filled with grimness. Ford and Stan lead the sleepy twins towards the large building, entering the reception. A young lady sat at the desk, her eyes frowned with sleep and worry. A nurse. She probably dealt with cases like theirs on a daily basis.
"Pardon me, we're here to see Mr and Mrs Pines?" Ford addressed, adjusting his glasses. The woman looked at them for a moment before checking her computer and a few papers she had on her desk.
"That will be room twenty-six. They only have a while. You should say your goodbyes." She droned, her voice thick with haziness and smoke. She pointed down the corridor, towards an elevator, a sign saying 'Intensive Care Ward' beside it. Sombrely, the group went towards the elevator, mid-day sun peaking through the windows. They went inside the elevator, it stopping on the third floor after going upwards. They stepped off of lift as they went down the corridor. Doctors and nurses ran around, some with medical equipment, some without. They paused outside the door labelled twenty-six, Stan slowly opening it. The first thing Dipper heard was the beeping of the machines, followed by laboured breathing and then small voices. He froze in the doorway, Mabel, Stan and Ford both entering the room. Their parents were covered in bandages, mangled and only just clinging to life. What do you say to your parents when they're on the brink of death?
"Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad." Mabel said, holding back the tears that grew in her eyes. "T-There's so much I-" She burst out into sobbing, collapsing in a chair as Stan comforted her. Ford stood silently by the door, watching as the twin's parents struggled to speak.
"Ma...bel…, Ma...son." Their mother managed to say, Dipper instantly standing by her side.
"Mom, please. Save your voice. God, there's so much I want to tell you two but I know your on death's doorstep. T-This… " Dipper felt himself tearing up, wiping them away with his sleeve. "I want to make you proud. I always wanted to be the best son. O-One you could be excited over. I-I know I've disappointed you-" Dipper couldn't hold his emotions back anyone, her cheeks covered with tears.
"Y...ou..r… ey...e-" His father was the one to speak next.
"It's a long story. One I haven't got time to explain… " He mumbled, hating himself for not trying to prevent the invisible doom that was looming above them.
"Mum, Dad. I love you so much. Please don't leave us." Mabel sobbed out, clutching onto their bedside.
"We…. l..ove… y..ou… bo… th." His mother spoke, taking a shaky breath. And then the machines stopped beeping, a long flat noise the only thing they could hear through the haze. Dipper burst out into tears, clinging to his sister as Ford and Stan grabbed them into a hug, both machines creating that noise that ruined their lives. It was a dark day for the Pines family.
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