"GRUNKLE STAN!" Bellowed Mabel, looking at the sight.
"Hiya, sweetheart!" Said Stan proudly, in his hands was a jacked up teenage Bill Cipher. Stan was also beaten up, but not as much as Bill.
Ok, that's a lie.
Stan looked just a little more roughed up than Bill.
Ok, another lie.
Stan was jacked up. His left side of his face was swollen, with small cuts on them, leaking red and pus. His clothing, which was unfortunately his favorite outfit, was ripped everywhere, and covered in his and Bill's blood. His right fist, bearing his trusty brass knuckles, blood of indefinite origin on it.
Bill, well, Bill didn't look as bad, but he was beaten well too. His clothing was torn at places, and was stained with blood. His face was severely swollen, thanks to the brass knuckles, and the fact that Stan used to be an avid boxer.
"I was just about to beat the shit outta numb nuts over here. Care to join?" Said Stan, gloating very much. After all he had been pretty successful with his difficult task.
Stan was distracted, and Bill took advantage of the opportunity. He swipe kicked Stan's legs, tripping him and making him lose his grip on Bill. Bill jumped and did a backflip, landing on his feet, crouched and ready to attack.
"If there's one thing you should know about combat, Stanley Pines," said Bill while drop-kicking Stan and then punching him in the gut, "is that one should never become distracted during a fight." Bill then jumps ten feet in the air, his fists humming with electricity, until he slams down on the forest ground, the shockwaves of electricity heading straight for Stan, who was too slow to get up. The miniature lightning bolts shocked Stan, and the shockwave sent him flying back.
"And you, Shooting Star." Said Bill, running over and picking her up with incredible superhuman speed. "You exceeded my expectations on passing the Shapeshifter. It's always been a bad habit of mine, underestimating the weak. But no matter, you now face me."
Bill charged up, his eyes radiantly glowing the same blue as his fiery hands. Mabel flinched, preparing for a dealing of pain.
"You're gonna wish the Shapeshifter took care of you." Said Bill, gloating.
She flinched, feeling the searing heat of the blue flames come to within an inch of her face, before it stopped its movement.
"Aauuuuugh!" Screamed Bill in pain. He dropped Mabel, both Bill and Mabel landing with a thud. Before her eyes could adjust, Bill was picked up. A loud crack was heard before Bill fell to the ground again, clutching his bloody nose. He was picked up yet again. Mabel looked up.
Dipper brought Bill's face right in front of his.
"You fucking dare?" Said Dipper furiously before using centrifugal force to throw Bill against a tree. A back-shattering crack emitted from his back after hitting the tree. Dipper walked over to Bill and picked him up yet again, and slammed him against the tree, propping him up with his hand on hold of his collarbone, his other hand ready to punch the daylights out of Bill. "You thought you were going to kill my sister? You messed with the bull, now you get the horns."
With all the force that he possibly could, Dipper connected his fist with Bill's nose, instantly breaking it. Bill's head slammed against the tree violently, likely causing a concussion. His nose gushed blood like water after the Hoover Dam had just been obliterated.
"Don't you dare ever fucking touch my sister. Do you understand me?" Said Dipper, pure wrath in his voice. He still held Bill by his left hand against the tree, and his right hand ready to deliver another punch.
Bill attempted to punch Dipper with his left hand, but Dipper's right hand caught his fist. However, Bill takes every opportunity he can get, and he saw Dipper's gut wide open. He fired one of his fireballs into Dipper's gut.
"Nnnnnngg." Said Dipper, letting go of Bill, gripping the wound on his stomach, and fell on the ground.
"That wasn't very nice of you." Said Bill very calmly, taking out a hankie to treat his nose.
"Says you." Dipper spat in spite. Hatred of Bill emitted from every single pore of Dipper's. He tried standing up straight, but the wound doubled in pain, causing a strained grunt to escape his lips. "Nnnng." He fell back on the ground.
"You know, for a second there, it almost seemed like you were going to beat the crap out of me. How stupid of you to not capitalize on your advantage. I'm going to make you wish you never discovered that damn journal in the first place."
Dipper sat on the ground, his left hand on his wound, his right hand supporting his weight. His right leg was bent, the right side touching the ground while the left leg was bent but perpendicular to the ground. Both Bill and Dipper stayed still, staring each other down. The only sound between the two was Dipper's heavy breathing.
"You know, finding that journal was the best treasure that I have ever found." Started Dipper strongly. "If not for finding the journal, I would've never met Ford, beat Gideon, had all those adventures, and beat you three years ago. With the help of the journal, it taught me the true meaning of being a hero: standing up for what's right, even though it may be impossible. The journal made me a man."
"The hell? A motivational cliché?" Said Bill.
The author had the same thought.
Bill shook his head and picked Dipper up by the throat.
"I don't care if you became a man because of the damn book. I want you dead!" Said Bill.
"You're going to be disappointed then." Said Dipper, very smug at the moment. This pissed Bill off.
"Why the hell are you so smug, you little bastard?" Questioned Bill aggressively.
"Because I'm about to deck you." Says a voice behind Bill. Bill turned around, only to get headlocked. Like always, Bill let go of his tight grip on Dipper, who fell on the ground, holding his throat.
Stanley continued his choke hold on Bill. He backed up, stutter stepping.
"Now, Mabel!"
Mabel came in charging from behind Dipper, clutching the 12 gauge.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" She bellowed, obviously her war cry. Dipper nodded. Not a bad war cry either.
"And please don't miss." Added Stan. He sounded in strain because holding Bill back was a difficult task. "And hurry up. I'm losing my grip."
"Alright. Just keep him still and I won't miss." Said Mabel, still charging. She held the gun by the barrel, the butt of it at the end. She held it like a baseball bat. When she was within ten feet of Bill, she started swinging it, aiming right for Bill's head.
Bill only has about a second or two before to react. Luckily for him, he's got a plan.
Bill sharply elbowed Stan in the groin, causing Stan to bend over in pain. Just in the nick of time, Cipher had ducked.
A loud crunch echoed throughout the dense forest, followed by immediate silence.
. . . .
Everyone just stared quietly.
Mabel dropped the 12 gauge, still staring at the sight.
Tears began to form in her eyes.
Dipper rubbed his head and looked. He gasped. "Oh, no."
"Nnng." Moaned the one who was hit. He held his hand to his head, which was steadily oozing blood, thick as tar. Viscous, dark, and plentiful. Also sticky, especially to his greying hair.
"Wow." Said the other figure. "You just took a hell of a hit." The other figure turned to Mabel.
"I'm impressed, Shooting Star."
Those four words echoed in her head. Mabel turned to the teenage demon. Rage boiled inside of her. She picked up the 12 gauge without any hesitation and swung as hard as she possibly could. The butt of the gun connected with Bill's jaw, spewing blood from his mouth. With a blow like that, something's bound to be broken. But Bill is not an ordinary human. Not a single bone was broken, but he still experienced the pain. Pain was hilarious, but sometimes it just fucking annoying.
With a disgustingly prominent swagger, Bill had kept his cool and wiped the trail of blood seeping from his lip.
"Your temper is lousy." He said chillingly. "You ought to be ridiculed like a child."
"You ought to keep your cocky ass mouth shut." Said a voice behind Bill, causing him to turn.
CRACK.
Stanford stood there, holding the now bloody butt of his space gun.
Bill remained standing, holding the new gash on his head. "Ow."
Ford immediately went to Stan's aid, helping the old man up. Luckily, Stan wasn't showing any signs of a concussion at all. Bad news was that he has a long laceration on his head. Looked painful. It was painful.
Dipper himself got back up. The Pines's moved in a position, surrounding Bill.
"It's over, Cipher. Your reign ends today." Said Ford.
"You must be joking. You actually think you won?" Shouted Bill, his whole body turning red, his eyes black, and pupils yellow. "Don't you see it's hopeless? You all are on the brink of death, and I am not even weakened one iota!"
"Yeah? Well… well… well you're a dumb poophead!" Said Mabel.
"Savage." Said Dipper.
Bill raised an eyebrow. He was actually pretty insulted by Mabel's comeback. Way more than he should be.
"Did you just call my head excrement?!" He bellowed in rage.
Mabel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I guess… if that's how you interpreted it."
Bill pushed his hand in Mabel's direction, but this time, instead of a fireball, a massive wall of wind pushed Mabel away, sending her flying. "Annoyance." He added coolly after she landed.
"That all you got, poophead?" Called Mabel, still on the ground twenty feet away.
Bill rubbed his pointer finger and thumb against his eyebrows in frustration. "You're really getting on my nerves, Shooting Star."
"And you're ruining my summer vacation with your stupidness." Said Mabel. She's been on a roll. There's nothing stopping her now.
"Knock it off." Said Bill, turning redder and redder.
Mabel stuck her tongue out and razzed. "Make me." Mabel is very experienced at annoying people. She had 15 years of abusing Dipper to master it.
Bill is now enraged. "I should cut your tongue out, girl."
"You should go poop in a hole."
"WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU AND POOP?" Asked Bill aggressively.
"It smells. Just like you." Said Mabel.
Bill leaped at Mabel, rage and hatred filling and controlling him. Ford took the opportunity to his advantage. Since Bill's back was facing Ford, he grabbed onto his ankle, and pulled down.
This not only stopped Bill's motion, but slammed him into the ground.
However, Bill jumped right back, and kicked Stanford in the face. Once Ford's grip came loose, he charged for Mabel yet again.
Now it's Dipper's turn. He side tackled Bill in mid-air, causing a rough landing. He pinned Bill, and bent down, his mouth right by Bill's ear.
Dipper smiled feverishly.
"Poophead." He whispered softly in Bill's ear.
"OH, THAT DOES IT." Said Bill in anger. With brute strength he flinged Dipper off like a blanket (if that makes sense) in pure fury.
No more jokes now. It's time to get to business. Ford realizes. It's time to act now.
Ford aimed his gun straight at Bill. Once it locked on him, he fired immediately. Bill however moved just in time using his super speed (which was boosted by his anger). A fraction of a second later, Bill stood in right in front of Ford.
"Peekaboo." Said Bill before back handing Ford, also sending him flying. A crunch protruded where he landed. Was it his body, or was it the leaves on the ground? An answer was uncertain.
Both Mabel and Dipper jumped on top of Bill, choking him with their arms.
"Ckeg." Bill managed to utter. He reached behind himself and pried Dipper and Mabel off of him. The twins then tried punching and kicking him like a little kid. It wasn't very effective…
Bill tossed Mabel about ten meters away, almost as if she was a plaything.
Now there's Dipper.
Poor Dipper.
Bill pulled Dipper in closer.
"You still think you're some kind of hero, kid? Have you not listened to me the last time?" Said Bill.
Dipper smiled. "I don't listen to poopheads."
Bill punched Dipper in the face, which was very painful considering Bill's strength and anger. Bill was still holding him. Dipper felt something run down his nose. Blood. We meet again. Thought Dipper to the red line.
"I'll break you." Said Bill very coldly.
Dipper didn't pay much attention until he started moving. Bill was still clutching him, and he was heading straight for the ground.
WHAM.
All the air left Dipper's body. "Oof." His vision went blurry and a high pitched ring blared in his head.
His eyes had trouble focusing.
When they did come into focus, it was too late.
Using all his force along with the aid of gravity, Bill stomped on Dipper's face, the sheer force creating a small crater around his head. Blood coursed through his nose, gushing almost endlessly. It's a miracle his nose isn't broken.
Bill wasn't done with him yet.
He picked Dipper up, and raised him over his head. Like passing a basketball, Bill threw Dipper with ease.
Dipper met the ground violently. Immediately Mabel rushed to his aid and helped him up.
"Are you okay?" asked Mabel.
"Take one good long look at my nose. Do you think I'm okay?"
"Fair enough." replied Mabel.
"You two are so adorable." Interrupted Bill. "You disgust me."
"Poopheads disgust me." Said Mabel, earning a high five from her brother.
Bill groaned. "You people piss me off, you know that?"
"We knew that since day one." Said Dipper proudly.
"Should've killed you during Weirdmageddon." Muttered Bill to himself.
"But here we are." Said Dipper, smiling.
"And here we are." Sighed Bill. Saying that relapsed his focus. "Why are you still alive? I should've killed you at least days ago."
"Maybe it's because you're a dumb poophead." Suggested Mabel.
"Also you have failed to kill us in the past three years." Added Dipper.
"For being an all powerful dream demon, I must be pretty useless if I can't kill two scrawny teenagers." Said Bill.
"Ain't that the truth… hey wait a second… there's no way we're scrawny, bub!" Said Dipper. "I'll have you know I am a healthy 142 pounds and 5 foot eleven."
"Sounds scrawny to me." Said Mabel.
"You're not helping!" Said Dipper.
"Heheh. Scrawny." Said Bill, pointing at Dipper.
Dipper was flustered. "STOP IT!" He yelled, voice cracking on the word stop.
Mabel and Bill laughed at him.
"Once again, not helping." Said Dipper, crossing his arms in a pouty way.
"Scrawny." Said Bill again, and chuckled after pointing at him again.
Dipper was pissed.
So he decided to let off some steam.
And punch Bill in the face.
"Nng!" Groaned Bill. He held his hand to his face. His eyes glowed red in fury. "All right, no more Mr. Nice guy." Bill stands up tall, his hands now lit on fire.
"Ohshit." Said Dipper and Mabel.
Bill started to swipe, and the battle resumed. Dipper grabbed Mabel and pushed her down before the fiery slash could touch her. Unfortunately for Dipper, he was caught by the hand, which burned part of his tee shirt, which burned his skin. Now he faces Bill alone yet again.
Wait…
Last time.
The shard! Thought Dipper. Almost forgot about the shard. Dipper started to reach in his pocket.
Thinking about the shard had Dipper off guard, which can be fatal, especially against a foe like Bill.
And Bill took the opportunity.
Blow after blow, Bill placed every punch evenly, making Dipper's entire body ache. Put him in more pain before finally giving him Death's sweet release. Bill smirked when a small speck of Dipper's blood spewed on his face. It gave him a sense of pride, knowing that he was causing harm to another individual.
"Uhn." Muttered Dipper after another blow from Bill. And another. And another. Bill wound up, going for a Rocky uppercut to knock him out. Dipper doesn't try to protect himself. He ran out of energy.
CRUNCH.
Dipper fell over backwards, completely exhausted from the beating he just took. And who can blame him. He's been fighting for almost four hours straight.
Bill picked Dipper back up, and held him by the shirt.
"Hey, leave my brother alone!" Said Mabel, who jumped on Bill, and tried to pry his fingers off Dipper.
"When will you learn?" Sighed Bill as he grabbed Mabel off his shoulder and threw her. "Can't you see that its hopeless?"
"She'll never quit until either she dies or you die. Nobody here quits." Interjects Dipper, who had used both of his fists clenched together to bash at Bill's head.
Now Stanford and Stanley woke up from unconsciousness and went to help Dipper out. Each of them grabbed Bill's arm, pinning him down.
Bill grunted in effort to break free. He was unsuccessful.
"Nng." He tried again, but Ford and Stan's grips were too strong.
"Now what?" Asked Dipper.
"Quick, grab my space gun." Grunted Ford. "And hurry!"
Without hesitation, Dipper sprinted to the gun laying sixty feet away. He grabbed it and sprinted back. "Now what?" He asked while running back to the scene.
"There should be a nozzle that is currently on stun. Switch it to the other setting." Said Ford. "Please hurry, I'm losing my grip."
"Sure." Said Dipper. He fiddled for the the nozzle. "Where the hell is the nozzle?"
"On the side!" Yelled Ford.
Dipper quickly found the nozzle and aimed it to Bill.
"Shoot it now!" Said Stanford.
"TOO LATE!" Cried Bill. He had broken free. He fired a fireball right at Ford's gun, causing it to blow into smithereens. Some shrapnel went into Dipper. Bill, with pure power, knocked both Stan and Ford off of him.
Mabel rushed over to Dipper, and helped him up. "You okay?"
"There's about a quarter pound of shrapnel in me. No I'm not okay."
"Too bad. We've got company." Said Mabel as they both turned to Bill.
"I've finally had it! You are dying right now!" Screeched Bill, turning a dark red. He pointed his finger out like a gun. "You first, Shooting Star!" And with that he shot out seven laser bolts, each on perfect aim for Mabel. Dipper gasped. Mabel just stood there, paralyzed in horror. Dipper reacted only using his instincts.
Dipper jumped in front of Mabel and pushed her down to the ground.
Dipper's eyes closed very hard, expecting the seven rounds of pain to come from his sacrifice.
But it never came.
Dipper opened his eyes in confusion. It has just gotten eerily silent.
The lasers that were to kill him stood still in the air, only inches from his body. Everyone with the exception of Dipper was frozen. No sign of movement at all, not even breathing.
What would be another second passed until Dipper figured it out.
Blendin.
Ok, technically speaking he would have recognized it instantly because relative time is frozen, but it would have taken a second to figure it out. Damn. Don't invent time machines cuz that shit's confusing.
Right on cue, a bright flash of brilliant white beamed from Dipper's left. Dipper shielded his eyes with his arm. A figure stood in the middle of the white wormhole.
"Dipper!" Said Blendin, holding a time gun. "Behind you!"
Dipper turned around instantly and gasped in horror.
Somehow, someway, Bill was breaking free of the limit of time itself. Bill turned in slow motion towards Dipper. The more Bill moved, the quicker he got. Dipper stood there, paralyzed in fear.
"Through the portal, Dipper!" Said Blendin, firing his gun at Bill, but the only effects seem to be speeding Bill up more.
Dipper scrambled and went right behind Blendin.
"Why are you here?" Asked Dipper.
"I'll answer questions later, but right now we got to get the time out of here." Said Blendin.
"What do I do?"
"Go in the portal. Don't wait for me." Said Blendin, sweat beading on his face as he tried to stave off Bill.
"But what about you?"
"Just go!" Said Blendin.
Dipper hesitantly went through the portal, which led him into a white room. The whitest white he's ever seen.
Too white.
That sounds weird.
Dipper looked back at the portal gateway, hoping for Blendin to return.
It felt like hours has passed, and still nothing.
Suddenly, loud noises started coming from the portal. Dipper jumped up in surprise.
The portal started closing, the wormhole getting smaller and smaller by the second.
"Hurry, Blendin!" Said Dipper, trying to keep the portal open using his hands. Somehow he was able to slow the process down.
Then, a figure leaped through the portal, landing in the white room with Dipper.
Please be Blendin, please be Blendin. Prayed Dipper.
As Dipper looked at the figure, a laser beam shot through the other side of the portal and hit Dipper in the shoulder. He fell to the ground, losing his grip on the portal, and it closed. Smoke rose from the new wound.
"Get up, Dipper."
Dipper sighed in relief. Blendin.
A hand offered him up, and Dipper gladly took it.
Blendin was roughed up. His combat armor and rove were cracked and ripped, and many cuts covered his skin.
"Whoa." Said Dipper, taking a step back.
"Yeah yeah, I know, I'm still ugly as shit. Come on." Said Blendin, gesturing for Dipper to follow him.
Dipper was silent. Since the last time he's seen Blendin, which was during the winter break two and a half years ago, he's changed. Blendin now posed more muscular, he lost almost all of the unnecessary weight, and he's become a Time Elite, which is the highest rank in the Time Police. He changed his hair to a crew cut with a line of red dye to indicate his rank.
"Blendin, not that I'm ungrateful, but what are you doing with me and why?" Asked Dipper.
"It was the only way." Said Blendin. "If you die, it's the end of the universe."
"What? Me?"
"Let's be honest here, over the last millennia, you and your twin sister were the only ones to foil Cipher's plans."
"Wow."
"When you died, that's when everything went bonkers. All of society and culture is down the drain. Under Bill's rule, society and all of culture went down the drain and replaced with madness. Executions every hour. We were forced underground."
"That doesn't sound appealing."
"You haven't heard time shit yet. We only had time to bring one, and I decided to bring you. I'd love to explain more, but we've got more important matters to attend to."
"And what is that exactly?"
"We have to train you. Train you for the battle of your life and the universe." Said Blendin. "No pressure."
Dipper raised an eyebrow. "The entire universe's fate on the hands of a 15 year old California boy?"
"Yes. Now come, we're almost there. We've got no time to waste."
"Aren't you time travelers?"
"Well of course."
"So don't you have unlimited time?"
"Enough of that questioning reality bullshit I don't need that right now."
"And how are we almost there? We've been walking for forever and it's just a large white room."
"Teenagers." Sighed Blendin. He clicked a button on his time watch, and a door appeared.
"After you." Said Blendin.
Dipper hesitantly walked through the door.
. . . .
A/N: So sorry, this is the chapter I wanted to post anyway. This version is obviously different from the other one. This one should be more interesting.