A/N: *Screams* why is my life constant chaos? I would give you my excuse for why i haven't been writing but it's personal and don't wanna give that out. I will tell you that my mom is refusing to put me on anxiety medication and is considering taking me out of therapy because she doesn't believe anxiety's a real thing and that i just need to work it out by myself. I know i shouldn't be mad but lately i've been having bad panic attacks and i don't know if the medication would help but my mom still thinks I'm just doing all this because I want attention. Do they actually work? And by no means am i trying to make her the bad guy, i just feel like she should at least let me give them a shot... idk maybe I'm just being selfish. This isn't the reason I wasn't writing though, it's part of it but the bigger part is something I don't wanna talk about but anyway next chapter will be pretty important! I'm planning like 4 more chapter, idk, that's a rough number. It might be more, it might be less but it is about to end so time to go back to eternal sleep! Also please excuse any grammar errors and misspellings, i just really wanted this out for you guys.
Dipper didn't know where he was or how long he had been awake. All he knew was that his arms ached from being restrained to his chest for so long and all his other senses were being blocked. What felt like an extremely tight sleeping mask was over his eyes. It was too tight for him to move his eyelids so he just layed there in the darkness. Something was wrapped under his chin and around his head clearly covering his ears from hearing anything. It was wrapped tightly too but that was to retrain his jaw shut. He tried to open it only to let out a groan as it tightened on top his head and pulled at his hair. He rubbed his head against the floor he was laying on in hopes to loosen the restraints but let out a muffled cry when it didn't budge. His body was restrained to the floor and his arms were in what he assumed to be a straight jacket, which was weird considering that those were banned but he just took in consideration that they didn't really care and just wanted him restrained.
He wasn't in his room, he knew that for sure. He was on the floor but it felt like he was surrounded by wall. This room was obviously much smaller. Not only that but when he brushed his head on the floor it was rough and cold almost like concrete which contradicted his smooth tiled floor in his other room.
He had just sat there in his thoughts not sure what to do except try to go back to sleep but the panic in his body told him to stay awake. He tried to regulate his breathing like Will had showed him to do if he was on the verge of panicking but with his mouth clenched shut he only managed to do it properly with his nose. It was harder but he couldn't do anything so instead he just continued to lay there. He hummed in hopes to drown out everything else and although his ears were covered he heard it in his mind and that relaxed him.
He was dozing off again when he tensed up. He could feel someone getting near him and he tried to push himself away only to be stopped by the chain restricting him to the floor. He felt a hand grab him by his arms and sit him up rather gently. He felt his body loosen a bit and Dipper guessed it was because whoever this person was decided to unchain him from the floor. He momentarily just sat there in confusion as the person loosened the belts. His arms were finally freed and he quickly pushed the blindfold up as he got up and moved back.
He only managed to push the blindfold away from one eye and he saw three people surrounding him. They looked scared but they noticed that so did Dipper, more so even. He was breathing heavily and he kept trying to open his mouth but he didn't want to risk moving. An empty syringe was in one of his hands which gave him the idea that they wanted his blood. He glanced over at the open door quickly, no one was guarding it, at least no one that he saw. When one of them made a small move to move forward Dipper ran. He ran for no reason. He felt the others fear but he assumed they could feel his too. He felt the vibrations of footsteps behind him but as he ran he didn't look back. Instead he used his hands, that were hidden by the extremely oversized sleeves, to try and undo the latch of the thing keeping his mouth shut and blocking out his hearing.
As he ran the blindfold that he had managed to lift up slipped over his eyes once more. He quickly moved his hands away from the bind and pushed it up only to see that he was running straight towards someone. He didn't have time to react so he crashed into the person and scrambled back as he tried to pick himself back up. His vision was blurry but be didn't know why. He wasn't crying, only panicking. He heard the footsteps that were once chasing him stop.
Dipper began to panic even more, his mind going in all different direction. They caught up; they were gonna capture him and hurt him all over again. He had to get out of here. He had to go. He had to leave before something happened. He wasn't safe here. He wasn't safe. He
to be safe. He had to go. Had to go. Had to go. Go.
"Hey Dipper breath," When had this person gotten in front of him? Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he breathe? His eyes were wide yet he couldn't focus on anything. This person grabbed onto his wrists and pulled them down from his head where he was still scratching at the bondage. He flinched back at the touch and managed a muffled protest but the person only continued to push his hands down. He finally looked up to find a women crouched down to his eye level. His eyes focused finally and Dipper once more saw clearly. He couldn't hear the woman but he saw the how she moved her mouth oddly so Dipper could read it better. "Do you want these off?" Upon interpretation that he quickly nodded and tried to pry off the restriction. The women moved his hands down once more and moved her own hands behind his head. Dipper tensed up but let her do what she needed to do. She managed to loosen it and slid off the headphone like things on his ears. Once the full thing was off he relaxed his jaw and moved it around in slow circles trying to get rid of the aching pain on it.
"Hey," said the soothing voice that Dipper found a small amount of comfort in. It wasn't a greeting though, it sounded more like a direction urging him to look toward the voice. "You feeling better?" Dipper could see it now, the complete malice in this woman's eyes. Her voice was sweet but he could feel her bad intentions. They almost leaked off of her. Dipper shivered. "We have a lot to talk about,"
Dipper didn't know what to think. His panic was still there but it seemed tammer. He didn't understand why this woman acted so fake. He knew she hated him or at least didn't want to be here yet she was smiling at him so kindly that Dipper didn't know what to think. "I want to talk to my Grunkle Ford first," Dipper stated seeing how this woman seemed to get a bit angry at that. "He told me he would explain what happened yesterday and he hasn't yet so I expect an explanation before I talk to a stranger,"
She made a small tsk sound that overall went unheard but made Dipper irritated with her nonetheless. "Alright," she said as she got up and practically pulled Dipper up with her. "Let's take you to your room. I'll get Ford and then I shall speak with you personally,"
The people around him didn't seem to argue with her, nor did they make any move to. Thi women, Dipper concluded, was at least on their status powerful. He got shoved in his room and upon seeing it with both eyes was rather relieved to be in it, despite the rather crappy living condition it was better than whatever type of cell he was in before. He barely got to marvel at the room before his grunkle walked in with what looked like a food tray. Dipper's mouth watered. He didn't know what it was but he was starving and although the thought of eating only made him vomit that was better than the sinking pain in his stomach. He rushed over to him and took the tray giving him a small hug and sat on his bed. He patted the room next to him and began eating before he even noticed what it was. "You were that hungry?" His Grunkle laughed as he walked in and sat next to him. "I would have brought in in sooner if they had actually let me,"
Dipper nodded in understanding. "It okay," Dipper stated as he shoved more food into his mouth. "If I had eaten it back then I would have thrown it up by now anyway," He sighed and his mouth began to chew more slowly. Without fully chewing it correctly he swallowed it and felt the pain as it went down his throat. "Grunkle Ford… can you tell me what happened back then? All I remember is making a deal, then my vision going black, then I just woke up with everyone tied up and me covered in blood,"
His grunkle sighed and rubbed the back of his neck in though. He was going to explain this, he promised Dipper he would, but he was trying to pick up the right words. "Listen, I'm going to be straightforward with you, I honestly don't know what happened. Your eyes turned yellow and you just kinda lost control," Dipper's eyes wondered down and he looked almost disappointed in himself. Ford quickly regained his composure and assured him it wasn't his fault. "It wasn't you though. It was something else. There was a moment where you were even talking about yourself to someone in third person. It obviously wasn't you, everyone knows that,"
"What wasn't me?!" Dipper snapped. "Whatever this thing was it was in my body and you still haven't told me what it did?"
Ford sighed. "While you were out, we came back to find three patients holding a girl hostage. They wanted out and they wanted it bad. They were some of the people who had been directly correlated with Bill. Ever since the world found out about you, 'The human boy who was Bill's lapdog', they had been broadcasting you all around the world. Some people think you're just as guilty as Bill was, others feel like you were just an innocent kid who got wrapped up in all of this, while a large majority of people think they have no right to label you from the little information the media is given," He sighed. "They believed you were the next Bill. His right hand man, his equal if you will. So in order to get the girl out of the situation they asked for you instead,"
"Did I hurt the girl? Please tell me I didn't…"
Ford smiled. "You actually healed her, but then you just sat down and the patients got agitated. That irritated you and so, I don't know what you did, but one of them just kept screaming and you moved to the other one and took her eye," He sighed catching his breath as Dipper held on to his eye that he saw clearly through. It wasn't what he imagined but he only swallowed more food, allowing Ford to continue. "Well you killed her first then killed the other one but you looked so sad after that. I don't know if it was because the third one was begging for protection or if it was because his family stepped forward but you erased his memory. Right now he doesn't even know what Weirdmaggadon is,"
Dipper blinked. He didn't know he could do that he wondered if maybe he could do that to himself? No, he couldn't that would ruin everything and although he really hated the position he was in just forgetting would be a huge downfall considering he would still have Bill's magic. "So he's okay?"
"Oh yeah he's fine," Ford chuckled. "He was really confused during his trial though. Poor kid didn't know why he was in so much trouble,"
"What did they sentence him too?" Dipper asked, curiosity curiosity getting the better of him.
"House arrest," Ford sighed. "And extreme psychiatric treatment. He did really remember his crimes but we couldn't just leave him be you know?"
"What about me?" Dipper sighed. "Scratch that, where are my parents?"
His Grunkle refused to look at him. "Until you're evaluated more and deemed as safe to be around all visitation for you has been revoked until your trial,"
"Speaking of your trial we must talk about it," Ford and Dipper turned their heads to the door where he saw the women who had helped him before just standing there. "Your trial has been bumped up effective immediately,"
Dipper's eyes grew and he looked towards Ford. "Wait how soon?!" Dipper moved the plate away from him and hopped off his bed. "They can't just give me a date that was supposed to be by trial then bump it up and expect me to be fine about that!"
"It's not up to you," The woman answered. "We gathered almost every world leader and translators so we can all decide the appropriate punishment so you're trial will begin in one to two days,"
"One to two day's?! And what do you have to do with this?!" Dipper retorted.
The women smirked. "I will be your attorney defending you,"
"Get out," Dipper screamed, "You are not my attorney!"
"But I am," She smiled a bit more. "Unless of course you refuse my help,"
"Help?! What help!?" Dipper yelled. "You'll probably make things result against me!"
"So you're refusing my assistance?" The women question. Dipper only crossed his arms and nodded. "Well I'll let them know that you'll be defending yourself," Dipper scoffed as he turned away on her heel and exited the room.
"Dipper, what are you doing?" Ford wounded dipper noticed that he did sound a bit angry. "She was your defence, you know you're parents can't pay for another attorney,"
"They don't need to. I got my own defence ready anyway. I just didn't expect to have to do it so fast." Dipper sighed. "Grunkle Ford can you leave for now I need to reclaim my thoughts,"
"Yeah sure, I'll be outside okay?" Dipper only nodded and watched as he disappeared behind the door. He waited a few seconds, making sure he was gone before cupping his hands around his arm. "Tad!" He screamed. He didn't really care if the others heard him. They couldn't do anything so he gained nothing if he tried to do it quietly. He only screamed once before Tad appeared in his room. His arms crossed and his purple eye focused on him.
"Yes?" Dipper smiled a bit at the slight irritation Tad was showing. Dipper made his journal appear in his hand and using a pen that was inside of it he quickly wrote down a few names, ripped out the page, and passed it to Tad.
"Theses are the names of every single person, still alive, who made contact with me during Weirdmaggadon," Tad looked through the list and was about to ask something when Dipper again began to explain. "I want you to erase all their memories of me," Tad opened his mouth but quickly shut it looking over the list again. "I left some names out of course, like my grunkle, Alex, Buddy, and a few of my friend but over all those are people who could be used to defend me. You don't have to do it directly. If you want you can just send some lower class demons to do it and I wouldn't care as long as they don't completely erase them. Just make sure they get their memory's back in like a week and make sure the demons you send don't hurt or kill them unnecessarily. That'll leave me in an even worse position then I'm already in,"
"Wait Dipper," Tad shook his hands in front of him. "Time out-"
"Speaking of Time!" Dipper interrupted him. "I need you to bring me Blendin Blandin. He's a time police,"
"I know who he is," Tad snapped his fingers quickly making a really confused Blendin appear in a poof of purple.
"Wh-What?" Blendin looked around questioning his surroundings. "Why am I here?"
"Blendin I need you to pass on a very important message to Time baby for me," He quickly wrote something down on another sheet of paper and ripped it out. He closed his eyes and pressed the paper against his chest before sighed and pushing it away, He folded it two time and passed it to the Time police. "Give this message to him," He smiled kindly but when Blendin made an attempt to open it Dipper placed a hand over his hand. "Blendin~" Dipper's voice was warning him and it sent a shiver down his spine. His once kind smile turned dark when accompanied with his glowing eyes. "I would take note that if anyone but Time Baby reads this, they're dead. Got it?"
"G-Got it," He stuttered out.
Great!" Dipper clasped his hands and as soon as he did Blendin disappeared.
"Are you gonna explain this to me?" Tad crossed his arms.
"My answer is 'yes'," Dipper said smiling as he scribbled something down.
"You say that yet you're not explaining,"
"No not that," Dipper tore off the piece of paper again folding it and tucking it in under his pillow. "The question you always seem to ask without fail except today. Yes, I'll accept the role as king,"
Tad blinked a couple of time before lighting up with a smile. "Great!" He exclaimed "I'll show you the ropes around everything you need to know, you probably want out of this stupid place too,"
"Wow slow down there Tad," Dipper flopped back on his pillow. "Surprisingly I want to go to trial, not because I'm some psycho- well, that's arguable- but I want to go to see what they decide just from me. I don't need any humans defending me and spotting sentimental things. Right not I just want to see how they react to fact. I want to see if they're really worth meddling with,"
Tad smirked and gave a small bow. "As you wish King," Dipper could hear the crackling and applauses from the Nightmare Realm already. "May I have the permission to ask why?"
"Quit being so formal Tad," Dipper laughed. "But now that you mention it I don't want to answer that question. Ever since the little incident with those people I've been feeling a lot better."
"How so?"
"A lot stronger for one. My magic has been coursing through my entire body, it's like it's finally reached it's full potential," Dipper laughed and ran a hand through his hair. His birthmark made Tad stare at it for while. "My mind's not as- I can't say insane because I feel exactly the same in that department- I don't feel as… unmotivated. I have a plan and before, when I actually had two months to think it out carefully before the trial, I was just doing it because it seemed like the right thing to do even though it was gonna hurt a few people but now it's different. I could care less about everyone else. I wanna see how this plays out, I wanna see how they decide to deal with something so much more powerful. I actually wanna see! I actually wanna live!" Tad was about to speak out but Dipper held up a finger to stop him.
"What's wrong?"
"They found out the camera's been looping for the past few minuted," Dipper chuckled under his breath. "Either that or they're gonna take me away to the trial," He shrugged. "Either way they're on there way and I need to tell you one last thing," At this point Dipper could hear the footsteps close to his door. "I left a note for you under my pillow. Open it when i get to my trial," The guards busted into his room and grabbed both of his arms roughly, pinning them behind his back. "I expect to see you there,"
The dragged him out without being able to do anything they once again put the same bounds on him. First his eyes, the headphones and they tightened it to restrict his mouth from uttering a single word. He was getting pushed forward, sometimes he would stumble and they would just keep walking expecting him to keep moving. The shoved him into a car and strapped his hands against his chest. They sat him in the back seat he presumed because suddenly he was being crushed in between two people. He rolled his eyes which went unseen so he just leaned against the back of the seat in hopes it wouldn't be that long of a trip. All his memories were playing in his head because he had nothing else to do during this trip. The two people on either side of him would shift ever so often which cased Dipper to have to adjust and get comfortable all over again. As the car continued to drive Dipper found himself dozing off.
They suddenly stopped and Dipper felt the other two get out the car leaving him with space on the seats. Befor he could think to much of it he unlatched his arms using his magic. He flopped to his side and completely covered the seat with himself. He loosened the gag so it was possible to move it comfortably and once again he fell asleep. When he woke up again the car was moving and his head and legs were on someone else's lap. He didn't really think much of it and instead curled up a bit more going back to sleep.
This time he was woken up by a someone shaking his shoulder. "Dipper… get up, Dipper!" He groaned but finally picked himself up. Opening his eyes he saw his grunkle sitting next to him and a man he didn't recognize on his other side.
"Where are we?" Dipper rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn.
"We're in Washington," His grunkle looked out the window of the car. "I kinda forgot to tell you beforehand but this is gonna be a public trial because the people feel like they're gonna be affected by it as well. It's gonna be live on every T.V. station so don't worry about the camera's okay,"
Dipper grinned. "I won't," This was working out better than he expected. Ford opened the door and quickly rushed him into a giant court house. Dipper kept his eyes closed, the flashes from the various people who were shouting questions at him and taking pictures. "God is it going to be like that during the actual trial thing?"
"No they've restricted a lot of flash photography except for the camera broadcasting the live footage,"
"So…" Dipper stood in front of two large doors. "Do we just go in there and get this over with or do I actually have time beforehand to at least think what I'm gonna say thoroughly,"
Ford placed a hand on top of his head. "Sorry kid, we just gotta dive right in for now," He grabbed his wrists and placed one cuff on each wrist with a small link sticking out of them. "Sorry about this two,"
Dipper sighed. "Well, better now than never," Dipper pushed open the two doors and the sudden chatter ceased and all eyes were on him. Dipper walked in and almost immediately was pulled up front. They linked the chain around the link that was sticking out his cuffs then connected those to the floor under a desk. He was forced to sit down and they pushed in his chair for him. "Jeez give a kid time to breath," He whispered as he looked back at his grunkle Ford who was sitting next to his parents. He flashed them a quick wave and smile before turning back up front. It was crazy and Dipper could admire that. The court house was huge and behind him there were a lot of people all crowded in seats but in front there were a limited amount of people all with a name tag in front of them and a flag. Some were in computers their flag and name being illuminated at the bottom of their face. Dipper couldn't help but to admire the way they could all sit together around each other. "One point for the human race," he laughed.
He heard the door open again and he turned around to see a few people who were freshly groomed and in suits rush in. He knew only one of them and it was the same man who was responsible for him losing an eye, Alex. Dipper let out a small growl before turning his face away. The looked at the paper in front of him, it all looked extremely important but when the judge started talking that didn't seem to matter consider he was folding them up into airplanes and placing them neatly on his desk. He continued until he heard a rather angry voice yell out his name. "What?"
"Mason Pines, I see that you don't have an attorney, did you not accept the help of the attorney we sent you?"
"Oh no," Dipper giggled as he folded another piece of paper. "She was bad, she hated me. I'm pretty sure if she was my attorney she would have left me to rot,"
They all looked at him in a funny way but Dipper just smirked up at all of them. "So you plan on defending yourself?"
"Oh God no. I have an attorney just not the one you gave me," Dipper flipped a piece of paper to its back and grabbed a pen that was originally meant for the attorney. He began to doodle something and when he was done he crumbled it up and threw it in between him and the world leaders. "Everyone welcome my attorney, my right hand man- Tad!" the piece of paper got consumed with purple flames and lifted up until Tad was standing there in human form with his arms crossed and a piece of paper in his hand.
"Thanks for the very specific note under your pillow," He stated sarcastically.
"Aw why are you being mad at me?" Dipper leaned on his hands as he looked at the slight fear and confusion from everyone around him.
Tad rolled his eye and began to read the note out loud. "'Tad you're gonna be my attorney now, hope you look halfway decent. Sighed Dipper'," He sighed. "You couldn't have at least told me I was gonna be dragged into the human world before hand? I can already feel my energy getting sucked out of me,"
"Demon!" The judge finally cried, "Get him!" Some of the guards did aim their gun at him but with a quick flick of Tads hand the guns flew away.
"How rude," Tad sighed and sat down next to Dipper. "If I wanted to hurt any of you you would have been dead but it's against my king's wishes so I will simply be as he told me, an attorney," He picked up one of the paper planes that DIpper had made and threw it with one swift motion.
"Demons are not welcomed here!" whoever said that had a thick accent that Dipper caught onto quickly.
"Why? It just doesn't make any sense how you see the world," Dipper snapped his fingers and his flames surrounded all of them. "Now you'll see through my eyes," Demons began to pour in. Not threatening anyone, not doing anything but staring at them as they worked. "Welcome to the Nightmare Realm," A woman was the first one to scream and when she did most of the people in the stands rushed out of their seats in hopes to make it to the exit. Dipper snapped his fingers once again making the demons leap in front of the doors and windows. He stood up and lifted his hands in the air as much as he was capable. "Nope, no one's leaving. You wanted to see the trial of the century you're gonna sit down and see it,"
"Why are you doing this?" Another one of the leaders asked.
"Doing what? I'm only making things fair. I'm surrounded by your kind, humans all packed to the corner in here not to mention the live footage that the world can still see through and help them know what's happening in here by the way. It's only fair if you're surrounded by my own demons as well, isn't it?" He heard a couple demons laugh. Dipper twirled his finger letting flames curl around it until those flames turned gold and solid and instead of flames he was now twirling a golden crown on his finger. Dipper sat down again. He placed the crown on his head and when he leaned on his hand the crown tilted along with his head making his hair fall over one of his eyes. "Now. Shall we begin?"