Where the Blood Falls?
By Bubbajack
Editor/coauthor: Icysnowsage, Old man of the mountain/Darklord331
Disclaimer: We don't own shit that shows up in this fan work! So sayeth our legal team suction cup man!
Ch.1: Requiem for a Dream.
Horror was the only thing Mason could use to describe the situation as Bill stole his body. His mind started to fall into a deep slumber as Bill pushed him out of the driver's seat.
Now Mason expected to become a spirit like Bill as he was pushed out. He didn't expect what came next as darkness took him.
The first thing Mason notices as he awakens is how hard his bed feels. If he didn't know any better he thought Grunkle Stan dropped him on the ground and let him sleep outside. He just had the worst nightmare that a deal with Bill ended up with him taking HIS body. He started to open his eyes and saw the moon hanging on the horizon covering the world in its gentle glow. He thought it looked quite beautiful in all its glory. Only to realize his bed faced away from the window….
Sitting up straight Mason noticed he was on the ground and in a field of white flowers. Glancing around he found himself in a cobblestone courtyard, in the distance, towering in the mist were trees? Massive tree trunks, some of them smaller, others larger loomed over him for reasons he couldn't begin to ascertain.
With a dewy scent of sunflowers lingering in the air, the preteen found himself asking a simple yet poignant question, "Where…. Where am I?"
The quiet flower scented blow of wind was the only answer Mason received. Mason heard footsteps and, before turning, heard a voice that sounded melodious and heartwarming to his scared soul.
"Young Hunter, could you come closer? I can answer your questions."
Looking over, he saw a very tall pale porcelain woman in a Victorian style dress, sitting in a stone alcove. Her hair was pale silver as were her eyes yet she gently beckoned him forwards as he continued to take in his surroundings.
The second thing to catch his eye was the tombstones. They lined the cobblestone path leading up to the woman and led up to the doors of a small church. 'Where am I?' Mason wondered as he hesitantly approached the woman 'She doesn't seem hostile at least, maybe she can tell me what's going on?' Clearing his throat as he stood in front of her he said, "Umm hello miss, I'm Mason could you tell me where I am?" He almost said his name was Dipper but decided against it. He wanted answers not questions.
"Greetings young Hunter. You are in the Dream. I am a Doll here to offer what little help I may to you Hunters and embolden your sickly spirit."
"Hunter? Hunting what?" He pondered aloud. "Also you're a Doll?"
In response the Doll offered her hands as delicate as they were, for his inspection. Mason took them and took note of the intricate and loving craftsmanship that went into her creation. 'She's fully articulate. Someone spent a lot of time on her. It doesn't explain how she's alive, but she said this was a Dream, and Bill is a Dream Demon so…' He nodded satisfied with his hypothesis for the moment.
The Doll nodded and gestured towards the building just up the path as she spoke, "Indeed as for what you'll be hunting you'll need to speak with Gehrman about such things. Long has he been an advisor to Hunters like you. But before you go into the workshop, please accept the gifts the Little One's have procured for you, Young Hunter."
When he turned the Workshop's the Little Ones, as the Doll called them, appeared. They were sickly deformed looking children, infants really that seemed to appear out of puddles of some pale substance. Peering closer to the nearest group Mason pondered, 'Is that Mercury?'
Then he noticed what they were holding.
Weapons. The first was a cleaver with a saw-toothed back edge, the second was a large cumbersome looking ax that he doubted he could even lift, and the last was a full metal cane, with part of the handle wrapped in leather.
He took the cane as the other weapons looked unwieldy for a twelve-year-old. The next group was offering him a variety of guns. He chose what looked to be a flintlock pistol over the precursor to the shotgun, a blunderbuss. The last one held up a leatherbound journal for him to take, and for him, that was the most precious gift of all.
"Lad!" A curmudgeonly yet wizened voice called, "Quit fooling around with the Doll and get yourself in here, we've much to discuss."
Due to hanging around Grunkle Stan he knew that tone. That would be the first time he met Gehrman, friend to Hunters like him. He was wheelchair bound, leaning forwards on a cane, also wearing Victorian era garb and he looked him over with a keen gaze as he walked into the Workshop.
Shaking his head, the man said, "My my, the Hunters are getting younger and younger, aren't they? Well, no matter, a Hunter must Hunt."
"Hunt what? Where am I? What is this place?" The boy asked.
"This is the Dream and I am… Gehrman. A friend to you hunters, this is a place of safety where you can find reprieve between hunts. We don't have much but you may use whatever you find… Even the Doll, if it pleases you," He finished in a stage whisper.
'Yeah that wasn't creepy,' The boy thought. "What am I hunting?" he questioned again.
"Beasts," was the only reply he got.
"What are these beasts? The Doll called this place a Dream so… am I sleeping?"
Gehrman grimaced or was that a smile? "You're a curious one aren't you? Well lad, best not to think too hard on all this. Hunting Beasts is just what Hunters do. What we need to do instead is get you some proper hunting attire. Go to that casket over there and find something that fits, then I'll run you through some drills with your chosen Trick Weapon."
"Trick Weapon?" He thought aloud as he looked at the cane.
Smirking, the old man replied, "Press the button near the cane handle,"
Doing so the pre-teen was shocked to see the cane split and separated into many small serrated blades on a metal wire. "A bladed whip?"
"How very astute, now hurry up and find something to wear, we've not got all night… eheheheh!" He cackled at that, as if to some private joke.
After donning a white shirt, black pants, minus suspenders, and a cowl, he ran through some drills with his chosen weapon…. Then the hunt and the true nightmare began in earnest.
Wendy Corduroy was many things. A lumberjill, a teenage rebel, and a cashier of the mystery shack, but right now she is a caring friend who worries for her little buddy Dipper as he sleeps away a literal possession. She helped Mabel drag Dipper's body up stairs to his room where he could sleep.
That was two days ago and he hadn't stirred. He hadn't even awoken to use the restroom. Mabel started to get really depressed as her twin didn't wake up. Soos just didn't have it in to make his usual quirks. Even Mr. Stan just didn't act the same. He actually gave a thing away for free. If Wendy didn't know otherwise she would have thought the damn shapeshifter had taken his form.
Wendy had a lot to think about on her mind these last two days. Her feelings for the little dude. What he does for her and the rest. Honestly this was all so confusing. Why couldn't he just wake up and things go back to how they were?
The ringing of the doorbell caught Wendy's attention. She turned from the cash register and looked to see what sucker would be pulled into the Mystery Shack….. Again.
Wendy did not expect a young blond girl wearing clothing from pioneer day. She had a black bonnet, a black dress with a white undershirt and pants, and nice black shoes. The girl was covered in black and orange bows. She seemed cheerful with her blue eyes that looked around the Mystery Shack with awe and wonder. Wendy kind of felt bad for the new sucker who Stan would probably try to con out of all her lunch money if he was in the mood.
The young girl looked about the same age as Dipper, which made Wendy's heart constrict for reasons she couldn't quite understand. She skipped up to the Cashier desk and spoke in a very formal tone.
"Hello ma'am. Today is a fine day. By any chance is this the House of Mystery? I seem to have gotten a little lost."
"Uh yeah this is the Mystery Shack. I'm kinda surprised you wanted to come here of all places?"
"Oh my friend Mason was worried that his family would worry about him. So he asked me to come by and check in on you all. He wanted me to assure you that he wouldn't be gone too much longer but he has some last minute … tasks to take care of. Is there a ….. Uhm pardon my rudeness a Grunkle Stan here?"
Wendy paused before she replied. Who was Mason? She didn't know anyone here by that name. Better yet why would a Mason want to ask about Stan of all people? She saw Mabel coming down from the attic.
Wendy called to get her attention, "Hey Mabel do you know a Mason? This young girl…. Actually I never got your name?"
The young blonde girl curtsied politely as she then spoke, "Pardon my rudeness my name is Abigail Williams. If that is Mabel Pines, she will do just as fine Mason was quite clear that any of his family should be alerted that he is alive and well."
"I don't know any Mason? Is he someone I dated maybe? Sorry Abby I don't have a clue who you are talking about. I might have to get Grunkle Stan. I love your bows though they are so cute," babbled Mabel as she understood very little of what Abby was asking of her.
"Of course you know a Mason. He is your brother. Honestly I think that is quite rude of you to not know his name. After all the effort he has gone through to make sure I got here to give you his message," huffed Abigail.
Wendy had to interrupt hearing that, "Uh dudette, Mabel's brother's name is Dipper and last I checked he is up stairs unconscious. I have never seen you here before so uh how do you know him?"
"Well of course I know him. He has been my companion, ally, and friend for these last few months. Honestly I would have suffered a lot more strife if he wasn't there to help me. Now since neither of you happens to know his name may I please speak to Stan Pines."
"Are you a debt collector? I told them mongrels that I don't got any money to pay them and that they owe me!" was the grizzled answer Abigail got from behind her. She most certainly did not give out a squeak of fright. Not at all.
"Oh right, hello Mister Pines. My name is Abigail. I was sent by your grand nephew Mason Pines to deliver a simple message that he is alright and in….. Moderately good health. He wanted me to tell you to not worry about him and that he will be coming back soon….. Give or take a month or so."
"How the heck did you meet my brother? Better yet how have you spent months with him? I have never met you in my life. I sure as heck haven't seen you here the last few days when he was conked out unconscious. Where would you have even met him?" interrupted Mabel wondering what new strangeness this town was bringing on her sanity.
"Yeah who are you really? Cause if you are as close as you, Dipper would have mentioned you. He sure as heck hasn't," added Wendy.
"Could you ask me one at a time. I can only talk so fast. Oooh this is so impolite. Mason told me to act more casual around you all but it's so hard. Uhm. I met Mason in another place. If you must know, he was left there by a Mr. Cipher or Bill Cipher. Oh darn I don't know what else to say to your other questions. Time is very flexible where we are at. I wish Uncle Carter was here he could explain better but he is off galavanting with the Yith again," spoke Abigail with every sentence confusing those listening to her more and more.
"What do you mean Bill sent him there?"
What's a Yith, dude?"
"Who's your Uncle Carter?"
"Time is flexible?" Wendy asked, "Could you make sense already?"
With tears gathering in her eyes Abigail sniffed, "I already asked you to go one at a time! If you're going to be rude, I'm leaving!"
Turning on her heel the three dimensional girl turned into a one dimensional line before disappearing completely leaving those present gasping at what they had just witnessed.
"Dude, did she just disappear?" Soos asked, waving a hand through the spot where she had just stood only to pass through air.
"Yep… something a-actually mysterious happened here for o-once… Is this place finally living up to its name?" Wendy asked, her voice warbling a little, showing that behind her cool facade even she was shocked at what just happened.
"OOOooh!" a sudden groan echoed through the shack.
"What now dude? Hungry ghosts? Should we like, offer 'em a ham sandwich?" Soos asked as his arms were suddenly covered with goosebumps.
"If they want food, they can either pay me, or go down to Greasy's like living people," Stan groused. "Dead or not, nothing here is free."
"Umm guys, I think that came from upstairs," Mabel said, listening intently. The groan came again, and this time Mabel nodded, "Yeah its definitely coming from upstairs… Dipper might be awake!"
"You mean the ghosts might be cannibals?!" Soos said shocked, "Don't worry buddy, we're coming!"
Everyone charged up the stairs following in Mabel's wake… none of them were prepared for what they found.
Mason felt his eyes fluttered open weakly and his lips parting, he let out a groan loud enough to wake the dead. Glancing around he found himself back in his bed in the Mystery Shack and he let out a dry laugh. "The night, and the Dream, were long," He rasped out before he held up his left arm and noticed the bleeding stump at the elbow that dripped murky pale blood onto his sheets, "I should do something about this…" So thinking he said, "Evetta, could you come here please?"
In a plume of mist, the Doll or Evetta as he had taken to calling her, appeared, kneeling by his bedside. "You called Dear Hunter?"
"I'm going to have to ask you to cauterize this," He waved his stump of an arm around.
The Doll nodded in understanding, "Of course, my Dear Hunter," With a motion of her hand a Little One appeared, awaiting her command, "Bring me a knife, unpoisoned, and some firepaper."
The Bastard of Loran nodded enthusiastically before sinking back into its puddle, only to reappear just as quickly, offering the requested items. Taking them both in hand, the Doll slid the dagger along the fire paper, setting it aflame before asking, "Are you ready, my Dear Hunter? Perhaps you should bite down on something?"
To which the preteen replied, "Evetta I've been burned, bitten, crushed, and ripped asunder, this is nothing. Now if you would?"
Again the Doll nodded before she cocked her head to the side in askance, "Very well… but perhaps your family and friends would like to come in instead of waiting outside?"
"You can come in, guys. Evetta doesn't eat much. Eheheheh," The young boy joked as he sat up in bed, letting his sheets pool around his waist.
The door was pushed slightly ajar and Mabel popped her head in. "Bro-bro, you really are awake!" Mabel launched herself like a missile at her younger brother who took the Sister sized projectile's impact in stride.
Gently stroking her hair with his good arm he said, "Hey Mabel, I'm back."
"Bro-bro, I was so worried, you were asleep for two whole days and I was afraid you weren't going to wake up and then this girl showed up a little bit ago saying some weird things and and…" She hugged him tighter, "I'm really glad you're okay."
Still running his hand through his sister's hair, the boy did his best to console his sister, "I'm… as well as I can be all things considered… Did you say I was only asleep for two days?"
Clearing his throat from the doorway Stan said, "Yeah kid you've been out like a light for two days… but um who's the broad, and what in the name of Josaphat happened to your arm? You had 'em both when we put you up here earlier. Mashugna how'm I gonna explain this to your folks?" He asked as he ran a hand down his face.
Stan however wasn't the only one to notice things. Wendy too noticed Dipper wasn't acting awkward around her anymore in fact he hadn't even acknowledged her presence. She also noticed he was no longer the noodly boy from before. Now he was wiry and unless she was mistaken he had muscle on his frame. Not like her dad who was built like a brick house but like a sprinter, or swimmer. 'How could that have happened when he was asleep?'
Soos too noticed something the others had overlooked due to the missing arm. His Pterodactyl Bro was covered in scars. A majority of them were faint but they were there. Some looked to be old burn scars, gash marks, cuts by sharp implements, bite marks you name it he had it. 'Dude, what happened to my bro?' Soos thought while wondering if the doll was related to that Abby girl from earlier.
The boy was quick to reply to his Grunkle, "Right well, I'd love to play twenty questions Grunkle Stan but Evetta is about to cauterize this wound so you all might wanna leave or at least cover your ears."
"You should probably bite down on a belt or something kid," Stan warned. "That's gonna hurt," he added, "Plus, you could bite off you're tongue and bleed to death."
"Wouldn't be the first time," He said aloud much to almost everyone's shock only to reassure them by saying, "I'll be fine," He replied, "Mabel, what're you doing?" He asked his sister who was rummaging on her side of their shared room.
She reappeared from a bin holding a large ball of yellow yarn. "Here, put this in your mouth."
"Mabel, I am not- mmph mmm phm!" He couldn't finish as Mabel had shoved the ball of string in his mouth.
"This might sting Dear Hunter, do bear with it." Evetta said as she pressed the flat of the hot dagger to his stump.
The smell of cooked pork prevailed in the room, and Mabel queasily asked, "Grunkle Stan, is this why we don't eat ham?"
"No princess, but it's as good a reason as any." Stan replied with a grimace as he felt the brand on his shoulder twinge, as if in sympathy for his great nephew.
"I think I might convert," Wendy said, looking a little green.
Soos echoed her sentiment with a similar response, "Ditto dude and I loved bacon."
Once the deed was done, the Doll summoned another Messenger and, handing it the dagger and used fire paper while saying, "Dispose of this, and have the others bring our Dearest Hunter some proper garb."
The Messenger bowed its head before disappearing, doing as bidden. Stan noticed how endearingly the automaton spoke of his great nephew but chose to say nothing. 'But unless I miss my guess he's gonna have his hands full soon,' He thought as he saw Wendy grimacing at how the Doll was addressing him.
Moments later, dozens of Messenger's appeared at the foot of the bed, holding an outfit aloft. Smiling a bit, Mason reached for it while saying, "Thanks as always for the help guys."
"Gahahah," The Messengers said, seemingly pleased at the praise before disappearing into the aether. Most in the room were creeped out by the weird creatures.
Turning to his family the Hunter said, "Umm I know you have questions but can they wait till after I get dressed?"
"Sure dude take your time," Wendy assured him. "Do you need a hand with that…" The lumberjill paused, blushing and noticing her faux-pas the moment after it left her mouth, "Umm that was my bad."
"No, Wendy I'm good, but unless you want a show, I suggest you wait outside because I'm about to get changed."
Wendy almost ran out of the room with her cheeks as red as her hair. 'He's gotten bold!' She thought.
"That goes for you too, Mabel," Her brother said as he shooed her, motioning with his good hand. "Go on, get. I don't need you seeing my unmentionables."
"I don't wanna see your unmentionables. The horror, the horror!" Mabel joked, stopping only to hug him again before she left the room.
"You know nothing of true horror you sweet summer child," Mason muttered under his breath as she left the room.
"Grunkle Stan?" Mason asked as he slipped out from under the blankets revealing his torso had nasty vertical scar where his stomach should be. It was pale white like fresh parchment and looked like some savage beast had tried to gut him.
"Yeah kid?" Stan asked, his eyes widening behind his glasses.
"Can we have pancakes for lunch?" He asked as he pulled on a shirt over an overcoat, slacks and boots. "My cane please," He requested one of the Messengers only to pull it up from the mist and into his waiting hand.
Laughing, the man said, "Sure kid, whatever you want."
Mason toddled downstairs, careful not to trip in the hole in the bottom stair. Evetta, ever helpful, guided him from behind with her hands on his shoulders so he didn't fall. Once on the ground floor, he looked around nostalgically at all the cheap junk Grunkle Stan used to trick tourists with. From the 'were moose' to the wax figurines and useless junk he sold as souvenirs to the poor sods unfortunate enough to come into this establishment if it could be called that. Following the smell of flapjacks that was pervading the place, the Moonlit Scented hunter made his way into the kitchen where he found Grunkle Stan presiding over a small mountain of pancakes while Mabel was cooking a mass of eggs in a skillet. Soos meanwhile was minding the coffee machine while Wendy was pouring orange juice and milk. Mason noticed that the sign for the Shack was turned to closed.
"Hey Little Man, you uh, still like milk?" Wendy asked.
"Yes, though I've grown partial to tea in my time… asleep," He replied a tad evasively.
"Shall I put the kettle on my Dear Hunter?" Evettta asked kindly.
"Way ahead of ya sister," Mabel replied, having added water to a metal kettle and set it to boil.
"Evetta, Wendy and I will be outside, come and get us when breakfast is ready please." Mason requested as he nodded silently towards the backdoor motioning for the lumberjill to follow him as he made his exit. Not waiting for a reply he left only hearing his closest companion's reply.
"Of course Dear Hunter,"
Upon seeing the pines of Gravity Falls, Oregon again for what seems like the first time in a very long while Mason took a deep satisfying breath. His lungs were full of the heady scent of pine needles and that more than anything else, let him know this wasn't another hopeful dream his feverish mind had concocted. He really had left the nightmare that was Yharnam and was in the Waking World once more. 'Now, what worth will I find here, I wonder?' He thought as he turned around only to find himself enwrapped in a bearhug by one Wendy Corduroy.
"Wendy?" He asked, a mite surprised. He vaguely recalled her letting him down gently just before being sent to the Hunter's Dream. Something that felt so long ago now, so this outward display of affection felt very much out of place for her. "Are you alright?"
Not letting him go, but instead squeezing him tighter, the redhead replied, "I should be asking you that man. Are you alright? You've been acting differently ever since you woke up," She held him at arm's length and looked him over. He was wearing something that looked like it belonged in Pioneer Day. Beige dress pants, leather shoes, a slightly crumpled hat on his head and a shirt and vest with a scarf hanging loosely around his neck, with the sleeve of his left arm tied in a knot around his stump to keep it out of his way.
'Ah right, for them I was only asleep two days, for me it was so much longer,' He did his best to explain, "Wendy, have you ever had a dream that, when you woke up from it in the dream you felt like you… lived another life or even several lifetimes?"
Wendy nodded, grimacing as she did so, "Yeah, sometimes… whenever I dream about my mom. She disappeared when I was young."
Mason patted her shoulder reassuringly, "My apologies. But what I mean when I say this is that I was sent somewhere else while I was asleep. I was forced to fight. Near endlessly. I saw things that no man should see. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I am… not the same person I was before I went to sleep. Bill tried to break me, but I came back so much stronger."
That earned him another hug from the plaid loving girl. She was squeezing him so tight, it was like she was trying to squeeze all of his bad experiences out of him. When she finally pulled away, there was a look of concern in her eyes as she asked, "Are you going to be okay Dipper?"
"It's Mason… and I don't know," Backing out of her embrace he continued, "But that isn't why I brought you out here. I asked you out here so I could give you your present."
Wendy got to her feet and shook her head in amazement, "Wait, let me get this straight, you were in a demented hellscape, forced to constantly fight for your life, and yet you still found time to find me a gift?"
"Quite," He said with a nod. Stabbing his cane into the soft earth, he beckoned the sickly looking minions from earlier with a gesture. "Could you bring me the item next to the forge please?"
The Messengers nodded before disappearing reappearing moments later holding up an ax, its haft wrapped in bandages. Picking it up one handed he flipped it around and offered it to her haft first.
"You got me an ax?" Wendy said, oddly touched by the gesture. She took the weapon in hand. It was a bit heavy, the head looked to be made out of some unknown iron and she could tell at a glance it was razor keen.
"This is no meer axe, this is a Hunter's weapon. You'll notice a small button on the iron band in the haft, press it," Mason said as he took several steps back.
Doing as asked while wondering what this was about, the redhead was shocked when the haft doubled in length shooting forwards and almost impaling Mason on the small spike protruding from the ax head, only for it to stop an inch from his face.
"Holy crap, are you alright dude?!" Wendy asked as she put an extra hand on the extra girth of her now transformed weapon.
"I'm fine," The Hunter replied calmly, smirking a bit as if relishing her surprised reaction.
"You knew that would happen," Wendy playfully accused. "You wanted to freak me out."
"Possibly, yes." He said vaguely refusing to affirm nor outright deny her claim before taking his cane in hand and saying, "Now that you have it, let's see how well you can use it shall we?"
"Wait wha-" Wendy didn't get to finish before he was on her like an angry hornet. His cane moved in a metallic blur, swatting at her arms, legs, and wrapping out a staccato on her shoulders.
"Ouch, that stings," Wendy hissed. "Can't you warn a girl first dude?"
"I got no warning upon first entering the Dream. I was ripped apart by a savage beast in a clinic of all places. I died many times to strike and hunt my first beast. I will show you no quarter. This is not out of pity but respect. One of the most dangerous people I met was a woman."
Upon hearing that, Wendy wiped a bit of blood off of her lip, spat to the side, and said, "Okay let's go again."
Smiling, the Hunter said, "That's the spirit, first things first though you need to learn how to dodge, bend your knees a bit, and move your center of gravity… Good good, now let's try this again,"
By the time they were called back inside Wendy felt like one giant bruise but also incredibly satisfied. According to Mason, she had the reflexes and skill of a 'novice Hunter' Smiling as she plopped down in the chair with a sigh, she thought, 'I guess all those years training for the Lumberjack Games were good for something after all.'
"So the kid knows his way around a cane huh?" Stan said as he put a plate of flapjacks and eggs in front of his favorite cashier not that he would ever tell her that of course.
"Heck yeah he does, I feel like a giant bruise boss," Wendy said with a laugh.
"I wasn't trying all that hard to be fair," The hunter commented offhandedly as the Doll cut his pancakes for him.
"That was you holding back Dippin Dots?" Mabel asked, "I saw Wendy spitting blood at one point, broseph."
"That was me taking her with one hand tied behind my back," He deadpanned as he held up his stump, before he called aloud, "Abby, pancakes!"
"PANCAKES! Oh grand day. You spoil me Mason!" an almost squeal came from nowhere as the girl the rest of the Mystery Shack bar Mason saw earlier plopped onto Mason's lap and ate away at the pancakes before her.
"Oh sweet fluffiness, oh grand salty butter, and delicate syrup! Oh how I have missed you," continued Abigail as she jiggled back and forth on Mason's lap in glee.
Mason was happy for her and a smidgen uncomfortable. Wendy again felt an odd feeling in her gut at the cute girl wiggling on top of Mason.
When Mason looked at his family, most looked at him uncomfortably. Soos gave him a thumbs up while Grunkle Stan wiggled his eyebrows and mouthed, "Bow Chicka Bow Wow!"
Mason would have felt embarrassed if it was anyone he hadn't spent a long time helping and being helped in turn. He rubbed his good hand through her flaxen hair and just felt glad that she didn't have to suffer like he did in the dream. He did wonder how the others were doing.
From atop of the Astral Clocktower, Lady Maria paced back and forth. Her boots caused the floorboards to creak underfoot. Every now and again, she would spare a glance at the open portal that was once the clocktower face before she resumed her pacing. 'Did he leave? Did he perhaps fall to the terrors of this Nightmare?' Maria shook her head. 'No, he was young but much too determined to see this through… Then, where is he?' She wondered.
Lady Maria had fully intended to fight the Hunter who had fought his way up her Clocktower, to protect the horrible secret of Byrgenwerth, yet when she beheld a child of all things, her will to fight left her. She could not bring herself to lift her Rykuyo to a child. So she told him to turn back, to forget this nightmare and go back to his hunt. But then, he said something that intrigued her.
"The Doll, you look like Mister Gehrman's Doll." Those were the first things out of his mouth after she'd frightened him with her speech of how mysteries like a corpse should be left well alone. She'd even faked being dead by spilling wine down her front and everything.
That. Learning that old Gehrman missed her so badly that he created a life size replica of her… both saddened and disturbed her a bit. To learn that her old father-figure was somehow being held against his will in a Dream, in a copy of his old workshop no less, with this Doll that was now somehow alive for company except for the occasional hunter that happened to wander in, terrified her.
Knowing that something must be done for Gehrman's sake she had over tea offered the boy the moon dial allowing him to venture forth into the heart of this nightmare to its darkest secret…
The Fishing Hamlet.
"He did something," The Old Hunter muttered to herself, "That cursed sun is gone from the sky and it feels… lighter here now, as if a massive weight has been lifted off my back… yet where is he?"
Her gaze flicked to the center of the room where, after the boy had left a small lantern had appeared giving off a soft blue glow. She had avoided it not knowing what it was supposed to do. Yet unknowing of the child's fate, she found herself approaching it as if it would have some answers. She stiffened in shock when emaciated sickly white things appeared from beneath the lantern post. They smiled at her beckoning her closer with tophats festooned on their heads. Kneeling in the blue-white lantern light Maria asked, "The child, the boy, Mason. Is he alive?"
The childlike creatures nodded enthusiastically, to which Lady Maria found herself breathing a sigh of relief though she didn't quite know why. "She asked her next question of these small ones. "Can you take me to him?"
In response the small ones reached out and placed her hand on the lantern, and Maria felt herself fade.
The first feeling to come back to her was having solid ground under her feet. For a second she couldn't see, nor breath, then she could, all at once, and she found herself gasping for breath as she looked around. 'I recognize this place!' Maria said even as she smelled smoke in the misty air. "The old workshop."
Walking up the cobblestone path, Maria beheld her old home, it seems to have recently caught fire if the charred and burnt timbers were any indication. 'So many gravestones,' She thought as she walked up the path and put a hand on the charred and damaged door gently pushing it inwards and looking within. A small forge was set in the corner, an altar of some kind was set up front numerous books were burnt or charred. But the Hunter tools looked undamaged. Looking up, she noted the roof looked like it could collapse at any second.
'I should find Gehrman,' She thought. "Gehrman! Master Gehrman! Are you here?!"
"Greetings Good Hunter, what is it you desire?"
Hearing the soft voice addressing her, Maria turned on her heel, Rykuyo drawn, only to nearly drop them in shock when she came face to face with her own face.
'What the hell is she wearing?' Maria wondered as she peered at her double for a moment and recognized her attire. 'I haven't dressed like that since I was a little girl.' Lowering her weapons to her side but noth sheathing them, Maria addressed the Doll, "Where is Gehrman?"
"He sleeps at the foot of the Great Tree Good Hunter, shall I escort you?" The Doll offered.
Maria nodded briskly once, "Please do."
She followed the Doll into a field of lumenflowers; the familiar scent eased her nerves somewhat, but she refused to let down her guard around this thing hence, why she had it lead the way to the foot of the Great Tree. 'How many people have died here?' She wondered as she saw the gravestones almost stacked on top of each other as they proceeded to the foot of the tree.
Yet she did not find Gehrman waiting for her there, but a grave. A freshly dug grave and a roughly hewn headstone that read.
"Here lies Gehrman, the First Hunter.
The Night and the Dream were long,
but here he lies, unshackled at last."
Hitting her knees in front of the memorial, she found tears gathering, without turning around she asked, "What happened?"
"Gehrman offered to sever my Dear Hunter from the Dream… as he had done for all the other Hunters whose headstones you see around us," The Doll spoke evenly, "Yet he refused saying we all would awaken and leave this nightmare or none of us would. Both Master and student fought here in this lumenflower field, it was my Dear Hunter who turned out the victor, and Gehrman's wish was finally granted. He could finally rest at long last, unburdened by the thought of another long Hunt."
"I see." Maria wiped at her eyes with the back of her gloves. "That sounds like Mason," She stood and turned, "You are talking about Mason Pines correct?"
The Doll nodded, "Indeed Good Hunter, he is so sweet. He has worked hard for me. He has given me so many gifts. Even something irreplaceable. Truly he deserves the name Good Hunter."
"Can you take me to see him?" Maria asked.
"Certainly follow me," the Doll replied as she led the way back towards the charred workshop.
As the two left the field of the Great Tree, Maria decided to introduce herself properly. "I am Lady Maria of Cainhurst. What do they call you?"
"Greetings, Lady Maria for a long time, I had no name, but my Dear Hunter decided to call me Evetta, you may call me that if you so desire."
Stopping in front of a gravestone in front of a stump, Evetta said, "Touching this headstone will take you to the Waking World just outside the Dear Hunter's abode."
Maria swallowed; she died physically a long time ago. 'If I try to enter the Waking World, will I die permanently?' She wondered, yet she was a Hunter and the first apprentice of Gehrman. So she screwed up her courage and pressed her hand to the stone before she felt herself fading…
'I'm alive!' That was the first bliss filled thought to cross the mind of Lady Maria as she materialized in the Waking World. Her chest heaving, her heart hammering, she fell to her knees as she inhaled deep breaths of pine scented air, a hand placed over her thumping heart all the while.
"Lady Maria, are you well?" The Doll 'Evetta' asked her, her head cocked to the side as she looked down at her in seeming concern.
"I… I'm fine, just not used to that," The former noblewoman replied, hiding her fear as she took to her feet. She looked around herself with her peridot colored eyes and took in the ramshackle building in front of her. 'Mystery Shack? Young Mason is staying in this… hovel?' Maria honestly thought he deserved better.
"Do not be so quick to judge Lady Maria, it is not so much the building but the people that reside in it, that matter," Evetta advised. "Now come, the others should still be eating and if we are quick about it, we might be able to grab some food, provided young Abigail hasn't inhaled it all," She finished with a chuckle as she made her way inside.
The Veteran Hunter followed silently in her lookalike's wake, eyebrow rising at the clearly fake creatures propped up on display 'Weremoose?' She wondered. "Is the person Mason staying with some kind of conman?" She asked aloud.
"I prefer the term semi-honest businessman if it's all the same to you hun," An older man, his face covered in stubble, and thick square-framed glasses on his face replied. Holding out a hand he said, "Stanley Pines, Mason's Great Uncle. Lemme guess you're another friend he made while he was away?"
Taking his hand while looking around the room, Maria beheld something that set her blood aflame faster than any of the cursed Cainhurst arts. Mason was sitting on a chair, and a little girl was sitting on him, bouncing on his lap provocatively as she devoured a small mountain of pancakes.
"Yeowch!" Stan hissed as his hand was almost crushed in the woman's grip. When he saw what she was staring at he muttered under his breath, "Trouble in paradise."
"Mason," She spoke sharply, getting his attention.
Glancing over Abigail's shoulder, the young hunter was surprised, "Lady Maria?! What… how are you here?" he asked, sounding completely flabbergasted.
"I am surprised as well… to be able to come to the Waking World… I do hope I'm not interrupting anything?" She asked, quivering an eyebrow at the scene before her.
Unfortunately the nuance was lost on him. "No, just breakfast. Hungry?"
Pulling out a chair she sat down and then promptly sat Abigail in her lap. "That is no place for a young lady," She reprimanded gently before smiling at the young man who had put her master to rest. "I would love some thank you."
'Why is Abby pouting? What is Lady Maria doing here and why does she suddenly look so smug… also did she just break Grunkle Stan's hand?' All of this was flashing through his mind, yet all he could think to ask was, "Butter and maple syrup?"
"Please," Maria replied, "I'm assuming they normally go on whatever this is?"
"Pancakes, and yeah they do," Mason assured her.
"So… who's the princess?" Wendy said after a moment.
"A friend of mine," The preteen said succinctly.
"An acquaintance of Mason's he had some history with," added Abigail as she slightly pouted but cheered up when she saw more pancakes placed in front of her and Maria.
"We figured that already dude, we kinda wanted you know, details… if that's okay miss," Soos replied.
Maria, who had just finished cutting up her food, spoke, "It's fine, I am Lady Maria Astella of Cainhurst. Mason and I met some time ago when he came to Yharnam."
"Is that the place you ended up?" Soos asked his Pterodactyl Bro.
"Yes… it was… unpleasant," He replied as he coughed into his hand.
Maria gave him a look that made everyone pause, "An endless night of beasts, blood drunk hunters, and madmen, and murderers around ever corner and you call that naught but unpleasant? Dare I ask what you find horrifying?"
"People who can't catch the hint," He deadpanned, throwing up both arms in a 'what the hell' gesture.
"Mason… what happened to your arm?!" Maria demanded upon seeing his severed stump.
'Oh right, she doesn't know about that,' he thought. He told the truth, though, no point in lying. "That thing that got Master Gehrman? It got my arm, I returned the favor by taking its head."
"I… see," Maria sighed through her nose. "Any battle you can walk away from I suppose."
"Amen," The young boy replied, raising a cup of tea in toast to his senior hunter.
For a while after that, the only sound was that of people eating. Occasionally Mason would notice Wendy glancing at Maria and Abigail or Evetta or one of them doing the same to her only for the other to look away when they noticed the other's gaze. 'Something is going on here,' He thought. 'I don't know what it is, but something is definitely going on.' pushing back from the table he said, "I am going for a walk, I'll be back in a bit."
"Bro-bro can I come with?" Mabel asked, suddenly sticking herself to his side like the world's biggest leech.
"Sure, I don't mind," Plopping his hat on his head he made for the kitchen door only to turn and say, "I don't know what's going on between you four," He pointed at the Doll, Maria, Abigail, and Wendy, with his cane, "But I'd like it to be resolved by the time I get back," With his piece said, he left the shack Mabel trailing behind him once she got the gobsmacked expression off her face.
"Well," The Doll said after a moment, "I do believe we can talk while we clean up can we not?" Seeing the other girls surprised looks she admonished, "Come now, surely you didn't expect Mr. Pines to cook and clean up the mess did you?"
"Thanks doll, " spoke up Stan who chuckled at what he just said.
Wendy looked at Maria, "I'll wash, you and the squirt dry, and Dollie there and put it away?" Wendy offered.
"Fair enough," Maria had done much worse work in her time in the Astral Clocktower, cleaning dishes was nothing.
As she washed the dishes, the Doll started the conversation. "So, just to be frank, we all care deeply for the Dear Hunter, yes?"
"Indeed," Abigail replied first amongst the bunch. "He is mine dearest companion," She glared at them all defiantly, "Abby may be short, but I know I'm cute! I won't just hand him over!"
"You were more than just 'cute' earlier twirp, you were riding him like Seabiscuit," Wendy replied.
Abigail cocked her head to the side in confusion, "What's a seabiscuit? All I was doing is what I've seen the women who stand on the corners at night do. The men who pay them seem to enjoy that very much… though they were wearing less clothes at the time. I even saw some of them in Yharnam Lady Arianna."
'Just what has this kid seen?!' Were the collective thoughts of all the older women there.
Coughing, Maria replied, "Be that as it may, you shouldn't do that to people. Especially if you don't love them."
"But I do love Mason," Abby argued, "So its fine if I do what I did. Besides, he helped me when I was lost in Yharnam. He reminds me of some close friends of mine but unlike them. Mason is my age. I already lost one friend to the sinful ways of demons and men. I will not lose another. If you try to take him from me then be prepared for a fight you are not ready for. Even you, hunter of beasts."
The other women were slightly creeped at that as Abby got more emotional her eyes started to shine purple and her voice took a lower pitch. Almost as if someone else was speaking for the girl.
"Now now, settle down, settle down," Evetta admonished while putting a comforting hand on Abigail's shoulder. The young girl calmed to the touch, "Surely Abigail is not the only one who feels this way hmm?"
"Fine," Wendy sighs, "You got me. I like the little guy, at first I was weirded out by the age gap, but after he… I'm just gonna call it what it is, he fell into a coma for two days, after that, I did some soul searching and I realized I didn't care if he was younger than me. It tore me up inside seeing him like that man, and not knowing he was gonna wake up again, killed me man."
"There, was that so hard? The Doll encouraged as she looked at Lady Maria expectantly.
"I… he is an amazing Hunter, and a polite young man. Honorable to free the Hunters from the Nightmare, and Gherman from his imprisonment in his Dream. I cannot say I love him… But I can say I would like to get to know him better."
"Good, it is good to be honest with oneself. I shall as always be here for my Dear Hunter, in whatever capacity he desires. He may use me as he sees fit. For I am but a Doll."
"No you're not. Your Evetta," Wendy retorted. "You may have been created rather than born but, that doesn't mean you don't deserve to be happy."
"You think so. I was created to love humans, just as you humans were created by the Gods, so isn't it only natural that I love him?"
It was then that Wendy understood the crux of the problem. "You don't know if you love him for him, or if it's just because he's human."
The Doll gave a single curt nod. "Indeed."
"That is a cursed existence indeed. Child of the stars while you toil due to the machinations of man, You hope that in the nightmare you may find your own dream? Truly wonders do not cease. I did not enlighten the young pines on your creation but I am glad I had this opportunity to meet another of the stars," the eerie voice of Abigail returned but she seemed less deep, more as if instead of an outsider someone closer but older was speaking.
"Ignoring all that for a moment," Wendy said, "We can solve this real quick, Evie, how would you feel if Mason for whatever reason were to die?"
The look of utter heartbreak on the artificial woman's face was painful to see. It was as if her entire world had completely shattered and lost purpose. She cried, her tears hitting the floor with a *plink* as small stones bounced off the wood.
"Woah woah easy girl, this is just a hypothetical! He's still alive, he's fine, it's all good," Wendy said soothingly as she rubbed calming circles into her back, while Abby busied herself with picking up the small stone tear droplets.
Offering the Doll her tears Abigail said, "A woman's tears are like diamonds and should not be shown so easily."
Evetta bowed at the waist, "I apologize for my outburst, but even the thought of losing my Dear Hunter… was too much."
Wendy waved her off, "It's fine dude, we get it, right Abbs?"
"Most assuredly." The blonde replied while patting the Dolls hand affectionately.
"Love is a cherished emotion and it is hard for even adults to understand the intricacies of romance. Before they passed, my parents mentioned how love is part of a partnership and how we become one under God. I don't know what that may mean for people like Mason who need more than just one person supporting him. I saw what Yharnam did to him. The bodies I helped him bury were from enemy, and ally alike. Many good souls passed, and it eats up Mason that he couldn't save them all. I only hope that together we may have some measure of reassurance for him. He talked fondly of you too, Lady Maria. I would be delighted to allow you to live a life free of your duty," the way Abigail spoke really had Wendy wondering how old she really was or worse what she had to go through.
"Since we're done," Wendy and Maria had never stopped working while Abigail had gone off on another long winded tangent. "You guys wanna come see my secret spot? We can hang out for a bit and wait for the Mystery Twins to come back."
The other three looked at each other for a moment before replying in tandem, "Sure."
Mabel silently walked behind her little brother trying to figure him out. Ever since he'd woken up he'd been even more of an enigma than usual to her. She had so many questions but couldn't bring herself to ask for answers for the life of her. 'How did he lose an arm in his sleep? What took it off? How did he meet people in his dreams and where did they come from? What blood is this Yharnam place? Where did he get all these cool weapons? What're those emaciated looking things he called messengers?'
Yes Mabeline Pines had many a question swirling around in her mind. Yet she found herself staying silent as she followed in her other half's footsteps. She noticed how his grip both shifted and tightened on the haft of his cane as they entered the woods, his steps were measured, his breath even, while his head jerked at even the slightest noise.
'He's on edge,' Mabel noted. Placing a hand on his shoulder Mabel said kindly, "Everything okay bro?"
"Hmm?" He said semi distracted. "Yes, it's just that, the last time I was in a forest, it was full of snakes and they kept trying to kill me… so now I'm keeping an eye out."
"Big snakes?" Mabel asked.
"Big enough to swallow a man whole and if they didn't do that, their poison would get you," He replied easily.
"You make it sound like you died to them or something."
Pushing a low hanging bough out the way for his twin, Mason nodded, "More times than I care to remember, fucking snakes."
Mabel just stopped jaw slackening at his blatant admission of death. "W-Whatdaya mean you died?!"
"C'mon now Mabel it shouldn't be too much further," Mason said only for her to grab his armless sleeve, stopping him from advancing. "Do we really have to do this right this second?"
Glaring back into his eyes, Mabel retorted, "Yes, since you brought it up!" wrapping his coat sleeve around her wrist, Mabel prevented his escape saying, "I'm older, now spill!"
Sighing, Mason muttered to himself, "I'm not even sure if that still applies," Regardless he sat down cross legged on the grass and his twin mimicked him after a moment. "What I am about to tell you will be unpleasant. Are you sure you wish to proceed? I say this as, once you know something you can't unknow it. Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss."
"I'm your twin," Mabel replied as if that explained everything, "Your sister, we don't keep secrets from each other."
Mason shrugged as if saying, 'suit yourself' before he began, "Okay, This is what happened to me."
He told her everything of the Beasts, the Blood, the horrors of the Hunt… the tragedy of those he couldn't save.
She sucked in a gasp when he told her about the little girl who gave him the music box and how he tried to send her to Oedon Chapel after slaying her father Father Gascoigne who had gone mad with bloodlust… only for her to become lunch for an overly fat pig. The ribbon in her hair he'd pulled out of its innards, its pure white cloth now stained red with blood.
He cleaned it off as best he could, and when next he was in the area offered it to the person at the window… only to find she had either slipped or jumped off the ladder, that, or she'd been slain by the nearby troll. Either way it was a mass tragedy. He had inadvertently or not, slew an entire family, two sisters, a father, and a grandfather in Father Gascoigne's Hunting partner Henryk.
All died in some manner or another. Gascoigne to his hands, self defense though it be, the Daughters of the hunters, to his words and actions… the only he cannot say to have killed directly or not would be Gascoign's wife and Henryk's daughter. She, failing to take the music box with her on the search for her husband, fell to his ax alone.
"That's just one of the things I had to deal with," He told his Twin who was staring at her brother in shock while tears streamed endlessly down her face. "Would you like me to continue or can we keep going?"
It took Mabel a moment to find her voice but she managed it, "I…I'm sorry you had to go through all that bro… but you know you can't keep all that bottled up right?"
In response he gave her an 'Are you kidding me?' look before he said, "Mabel, who would believe me? No psychiatrist would believe my story, much less be able to handle it. You're one more tale short of breaking yourself right now."
"I'm not… I'm crying for you, not because of you."
"I'm fine Mabel," Mason replied.
Yet Mabel just shook her head, "No you're not bro-bro. You've become so desensitized to death and horror you don't even know how horrible it is. So You can tell me anything, and yeah, I'm gonna cry, because… because I think you've forgotten how to."
'Is she right?' He wondered, 'Have I become conditioned to the horror? Maybe,' He conceded, 'But like I told her, there is no unknowing something. So there's no point in worrying about it now. Just as Eileen said a hunter must hunt.' So thinking he pushed himself up with his remaining hand saying, "C'mon, it's not much farther now."
The two walked even further into the forest. Yet the trees began to thin until they came to a clearing, one that was primarily dominated by a very familiar rundown church.
"Isn't this the entrance to dinosaur land? What're we doing here?" She asked.
"This place," Mason said, "Shall be the site of a new Hunters Workshop." Giving a shrill whistle the Messengers appeared enmasse. "Alright fellas, let's start by making this place habitable. Getting four walls and a roof over our heads for one."
The Messengers nodded before disappearing momentarily and reappearing with hammers, saws, and lumber. Mason didn't know where they'd gotten it, and didn't see much point in asking. "Right," he said, trying to rub his hands together briefly, forgetting he was down a forearm, only to sigh and say, "Let's get to work."
He was stopped by Mabel grabbing his coattails. "Maybe we should go get Soos and Grunkle Stan? They're good at this kinda stuff right?"
Mason paused but acquiesced, "Good idea, there was something I meant to do closer to the Shack anyway."
Leaving the Messenger's to their own devices for the moment, the Mystery Twins made their way back to the Shack only for Mason to stop not far away. Mabel paused wondering what he was doing when he pulled down on a tree branch revealing the 'tree' was in fact a camouflage capsule.
"This is where I found Journal Three," Mason informed his sister as he proceeded to reach inside of his coat and divest himself of items. Half a dozen vials of what looked like blood, a giant curved combat knife, a curved sword, and some strange wooden apparatus she couldn't figure out the use of.
Without turning around he said, "Bring me the Crowfeather attire."
Moments later, a group of messengers appeared handing him a neatly folded bundle of clothes, with a plague doctor's mask set on top of what looked like a cloak of feathers. Placing it almost reverently at the bottom of the capsule and then adding the curved sword and knife with even more reverence if that were possible and placing the vials on top, Mabel watched as he brother slowly and carefully shut the lid before nodding his head and muttering under his breath, "We are born of the Blood, Made Men by the Blood, Undone by the Blood, Our Eyes are yet to Open. Fear the Old Blood."
His prayer said, he turned back to his sister and said, "Okay, let's go get the others,"
Mabel put on her best smile, braces and all. "Sure broseph," As they walked she couldn't help but nudge him and ask slyly, "So, what's the deal between you and this Abby girl hmm?"
"Oh, don't you start Mabel," Mason groaned," Abby is many things to me. I am not sure If I see her in a romantic light. Hell, I'm not even sure if she likes me like that. All I can say is that I've been through many things with her in Yharnam and I don't want to shake things up right now. Remember the girl I told you about? She helped me bury her, and gave her last rites."
"Oh…" Mabel was sullen for a moment before brightening, "Well, I'm pretty sure she likes you, she was riding you like a horse jockey during breakfast."
"She's… innocent. She probably didn't know what she was doing," Mason hedged, for his sanity, what little bit of it remained anyway.
"Bro," Mabel deadpanned, "No one is that innocent. She knew exactly what she was doing on your lap and so did you and so did everyone else."
Mason grimaced, "You think? But then that would me…"
"She likes you and is being very forward about it. The little exabitionist."
Now it was his turn to give his sister a vacant stare, as he asked, "How do you even know what that word means?!"
"I started reading some of mom's books last summer."
"You mean the stuff dad calls housewife porn?" Her brother deadpanned.
"Pshaw, it's not that bad… not all of them anyway. What," She said as she saw her brother's disbelieving look, "You mean to tell me you've never read a slightly embarrassing book before?"
A book from the Hunter's Dream How to Woo Fair Maidens popped into his mind's eye for but a second. Yet he denied, "Nope, never."
"Mmhm, right," Mabel replied, her own disbelief in her twin clear in her tone as they arrived at the Shack.
Goddess Relief Agency, Yggdrasil
Skuld, Norn of the Future, was not in a good mood right now. Her older sister Belldandy had officially retired from her duties as an administrator after being married to her now husband. Skuld was relieved the two love birds could finally tie the knot but now she was one of the only two norns actively working at the time to cover the paperwork. It was a lot of paperwork. She would be fine if her other sister helped her but Urd had a tendency to go off partying and leaving her to cover her duties. Like that one time she went to Vegas and shacked up with a mortal. Luckily for everyone involved they got "divorced". Urd still speaks fondly of her ex though. She got even more frustrated when Urd showed up just to drop off more paperwork on her desk.
"Hey Skuld we got another request for a wish. Apparently this kid stopped a major threat from one of the outer gods obtaining physical form, stopped a cult from taking over the world, and slayed another outer god that was trapping people in a relentless nightmare. I will leave his file on your desk," stated her sister Urd as she sashayed away while sipping on an alcoholic drink the mortals called a martini.
Skuld looked over the form and was intrigued by the name if nothing else.
"Mason Orion Pines huh. I wonder what we can do for you?" Skuld muttered to herself as she read his file.
Gravity Falls Maximum Security Prison
While one goddess wondered how to reward Mason for his efforts. Another wanted to make sure a certain "Pine Tree" was no longer a thorn in his side.
"Now remember lil' Gideon you only get thirty minutes on the computer a day. Any more and we will have to take away your crafts privileges," stated a guard who was enamored with Lil Gideon's adorableness.
"I will make sure to be off soon Mister. Jee willikers I will be good and the best darn prisoner you ever had to deal with. Tee hee," spoke little Gideon as he looked over the computer.
Most of the websites he would go to were blocked on the grounds that it wasn't safe for children and other prisoners but ironically he got facebook and discord.
Gideon was streaming through google trying to find a way to get vengeance on Dipper when he saw a particularly odd ad.
"Do you want your enemy to pay? Do you want them to suffer for the things they did to you? Enter our website, sign our waiver, and we guarantee that your enemy will receive a one way ticket to HELL (Not Michigan, We swear!)!" spoke Lil Gideon aloud.
Interested in the website that might be a scam, he decided to click the link called Jigoku Tsūshin.
Little did Little Gideon know the consequences he would soon bring on not only Dipper but himself.
Word Count: 10,867 Number of Pages: 24 Date Completed: 8/9/2022
AN: Welcome everyone to the only new fic in our new rotation of stories. "Where the Blood Falls?" A Gravity Falls Bloodborne crossover with other elements added in for flavor. Snowy our secondary editor Old Man of the Mountain aka First Hassan do hope you Enjoy. Now, I do believe Snowy has something to say, yes?
This story is an amusing attempt at horror and comedy. You know how in horror movies you just wanted the protagonist to just shoot the monster? Well here is Mason Pines, The Good Hunter. To kick ass and take names. Ironically comedy is necessary to downplay the existential horror that will be showing up in this story. Pray for Mason. He will need it.
Indeed Snowy indeed now a few words from our new secondary editor Hassan:
Hassan: It's a pleasure being here with Bubba and Snowy. I've been a major fan of Bubba's stories. When I noticed some grammar errors and misspellings I thought to myself "What if I could help Bubba improve his grammar while giving him some ideas to help?'' I hope all of you have enjoyed his new story and let me tell you. I'm gonna be mostly fixing Bubba's (poor) grammar and proofreading it before giving him the green light. Its gonna be hardcore if you ask me. Alright like what Snowy said, Pray for Mason because he's gonna need it. (Turning around while blue fire surrounds Hassan before disappearing)
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