Dipper's prison cell was dark dingy room. The walls, floor and ceiling were made of a horrible, dark grey concrete. The corners were caked in mud and a rat scurried across it'd length. A short, dull, silver chain was attached to the back wall, Dipper shackled to it by a handcuff. His wrist was bleeding, and he was becoming scarily thin. He hadn't eaten in days. He coughed loudly, the knockout gas clearly had some side effects.

"I failed…" he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I failed." He crawled into the corner, curling up into the foetal position.

Failure is not the end.

"What? Dipper asked, glancing around the room. There was no one else in there, so who—

Dipper, listen to me.

"W-w-h-o a-r-re yo-ou?

Listen to me Dipper. Don't you recognise my voice?

Dipper paused, the voice was right. He did recognise it.

It was his voice.

"T-t-t-t-tyr-rone?"

Hello Dipper.

"B-b-ut how?" Dipper stammered. "You're dead!"

I was you. Something went wrong when I died, a part of me survived. Maybe a part of me was copied onto you, I don't know. But whatever happened happened, what matters that I'm alive. I've been her since my death.

Dipper shivered, "b-but I just talked to you."

That wasn't me. Since you and the clones are connected, I can send a message into their minds. I told him to make sure you went. That's what he came up with.

Dipper pulled at his bangs in confusion. Was he going mad? He hadn't spoken to anyone since he got here, and that was… he'd lost track of time. It had been at least a week. This was a trick from Cain.

Or Bill. What if he was back and—

I can see the mindscape, Dipper. He's not here.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Dipper screamed and he pulled at his shackle, blood dripping onto his lap.

Failure is not the end. It's necessary to succeed.

"I said: get out of my – huh?" Dipper felt at the corner of the cell and pulled a loose lump of concrete out. He reached in and pulled the President's Key from the hole. It was spattered in dirt, but the gold shone through.

There's still a chance Dipper.

Dipper cradled the key in his hands breathing heavily. "You're right," he said. "There's still a chance." He placed it the cuff's keyhole and gave it a twist. The cuff came lose, his scarred wrist dropping out. He didn't dare touch it; he'd probably pass out from pain. Getting up, he walked over to the door and unlocked it. He made his way out of the cell and looked around the next room. A fancy desk sat in the middle, papers strewn across it.

Look at this, Tyrone said. Dipper took a sharp intake of breath as his control of his body failed, his clone guiding it over to the desk and picking up a bit of paper. Dipper blinked as he regained his control.

"What the hell was that?"

Tyrone responded, I took control of you body. It's extremely tiring, but it would've taken too long otherwise. I won't do it without asking again, I know you have bad memories of possession.

"Yeah, thanks, Dipper murmured to his twin. I just realised, he though. I have a twin brother!

You know, I'm technically not your twin.

"What do you mean?" Dipper scanned through the but of paper.

I'm you. I'm a clone, not a person.

"No," Dipper snapped. "You're Tyrone."

Maybe, or maybe not, Tyrone mused.

"The fountain of youth – Tuesday twelve pm." Dipper reached down and looked at his watch. "Eleven fifty-two." He looked up, eyes widening. "We still have time." Dropping the paper, he ran out the door, before stopping in his tracks. He was in a city, one that he didn't recognise.

We're close to the Falls, Tyrone said, startling Dipper.

"You scared me."

Sorry. I'll look through the mindscape to find your quickest route, okay?"

Dipper nodded in indignation.

See that church? Go up the spire.

Cain walked through the city streets, chuckling to himself as he glanced at his watch. It showed an image of an empty prison cell, the shackles unbound. The boy had escaped.

Good, he thought. Good…

Dipper burst through the church doors, squinting. He hadn't seen daylight in quite a while, and it was really bright. He ran down the aisle, then glanced at the people in the pews. He noticed his reverend giving him an odd look, before noticing the coffin behind him.

He held up his hands in defence. "I am terribly sorry." He bolted out a door to the side, running up a spiral staircase. As he did, he felt… lighter, almost. Tyrone wasn't there anymore, presumably looking through his mindscape. It felt odd; only now did he realise that he'd been getting this feeling since the party, since Tyrone died. The feeling dissipated as his brother (he had a brother!) returned to his head. The roof of the church was slanted, but had a walkway at the angle. After being told where to go, he hurried over to the edge, stopping suddenly.

That's a long drop, he thought. "I don't have to jump, do I?"

Sorry, but yes. Try not get us killed.

"Okay, okay." Dipper took a deep breath, before jumping the gap. He caught onto the ledge – barely – his weight straining his arms. He pulled himself up onto the ledge and ran through a door. He gave the room a quick glance – it was an office block filled with workers wearing button-up shirts – then tripped, catching himself on a desk.

Go right.

Dipper looked around in confusion as the office workers stared at him. "Go right?" he said in confusion, his eyes settling on a window with a long drop. "Now?"

A female worker stood up, her swivel chair being pushed away.

Yes, now.

Dipper leaned over and grabbed the chair. "Thank you." He pulled back a little, before throwing the chair at the window. The glass smashed with a crack. He jumped up and looked down. It was a long drop, at least three metres. He'd be falling onto a roofed bridge, so it wasn't like it was going to be soft.

What are you waiting for? Tyrone demanded.

Dipper snapped, "I'm jumping out a window!" When no response came, he took a breath and let himself fall. He slammed into the roof, the sound of the impact barely audible over the sound of bones breaking. Dipper groaned as he pulled himself up. Something was definitely broken. After jumping down to the ground, he made his way through the streets and into the woods, the mud squelching under his feet as he ran.

Hurry up, Tyrone goaded. You're so close!

The fountain was in sight. Dipper didn't know what Cain wanted with it, but—

He felt a pressure on his back, before he was pushed into the fountain. The corners of his vision caught Cain's smiling face looking over him as everything went white. When his sight returned, he saw Tyrone reaching into the pool with a concerned expression on his face. Dipper reached out and took his hand, but he couldn't feel it. As he was pulled out of the water, he looked around, seeing no evidence for Tyrone. What he did see was a dark, dingy cave. He glanced back, expecting Cain to come through the pool at any moment, but he didn't.

"Ty?" he asked. Nothing. As he walked through the cave, he contemplated his current situation. Tyrone was still alive, and living in his mind. Why hadn't Ty tried to talk to him before? Had he been seeing everything he'd been doing for the last year? Had he—

"Fuck," Dipper stated bluntly as he exited the cave. The world in front of him was certainly not Earth. It was a large red island, sitting on some sort of giant fossil. He took a deep breath as he took it all in, until his vision went black.

Ty groaned as he opened his eyes slowly. Going into the physical plane had sapped his energy; if he'd stayed a second longer it would certainly have killed him. He could barely move, and what little movements he could manage were slow and lethargic. Was this what being drunk felt like? Groaning, he collapsed onto the walls of Dipper's mindscape, his breaths rasped and laboured. He didn't even know he could do that. He wasn't physically there, but Dipper could see him. It had taken a long time to harness his powers, he'd been miserable when he'd first got here. He hadn't needed to eat when he was alive (it wasn't like he'd had a stomach or anything), but he didn't even breathe now. He had no feeling in his body, he was going to be stuck as a twelve year-old forever whilst Dipper got to grow up and pursue his dreams. He still hated this place; he wanted to get out and live. Tracey and Quattro got to live, why not him? Why did he have to drink that stupid cola?! Dipper had intended to keep him safe and keep him as another sibling, and as much as Ty wished it'd worked out that way, he knew it wasn't possible. He let his head turn, his neck giving in. There was a huge window at the front of the mindscape that functioned as a window to Dipper's eyes. It was dark, but Dipper's vision was clearly returning.

"He's human!" Ty heard a high pitched, feminine voice say.

"I've never been so excited since… well, the last time!" This voice was a male's, but still high. "We have to get him to Eda."

"Which way is the Owl House?" the girl asked.

"Just down there."

Ty groaned as he slid across the wall and onto the floor. His energy loss was getting worse, rather than better.

At least they would be safe now.

Hello once more, and that was the finale to part 2! I hope you liked it, and I did drop in a lot of hints for The Owl House. I mention owls a lot and, hell, the witch from chapters 5 and 7 is Lilith! Part 2 should be out soon.