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=-=-=-=Bender Falls by Bootes-'D'-Huntsman=-=-=-=

Dipper had just come to, when she realized she was in a wedding dress, tied to a pole, and there was an army of gnomes setting up for said wedding.

So she screamed, loudly.

As Dipper stopped to catch her breath, a gnome she hadn't met when she fainted jumped on her shoulder to tape her mouth shut.

She heard as Marble jumped into the scene, shouting at Jeff. Their argument lasted for all of a single second when they were interrupted.

What at first looked like a strange centaur, but after getting a better look was a cervitaur, jumped from the woods. Landing in the center of the gnomes, causing a shockwave that flung all of them back into the woods, many hitting trees rather harshly.

Dipper did wince, even as she got a better look at the cervitaur.

Standing tall, with a good amount of muscle showing while wearing a torn shirt, similar to her own actually. His fur coat looked like the night sky, while his antlers were glowing with a lovely light. Sitting upon his back, looked to be a magical princess, her hair glowed with the colors of the aurora borealis, her eyes were glimmering with a blue light, sprinkled with stars.

Was she wearing one of Marble's sweaters?

There were many questions the girl now had, Marble and Jeff were left speechless, as the cervitaur's antlers had a glow surge up them, before launching a magic bolt at the gnomes that tried to return, the girl on his back had jumped off and ran to help her.

What has this week become?

There was suddenly a conversation happening, with people that weren't in the clearing. It sounded like someone was drowning in a thick liquid, but still talking with them.

"Well, if you were just going to rush off to play hero, you could have at least done what was necessary and teach these gnomes a proper lesson."

Several gnomes suddenly found themselves being drowned in what appeared to be ink, Dipper recognized the substance easily with how often she broke her pens.

There was suddenly a set of giggles, the giggles of a set of twins that wanted to creep you out purposefully.

"Well, I guess we can dispose of these little creatures again. They did try it with me last time."

Those that could, turned to find a set of twins, that looked similar to Marble and Dipper, slightly older and as if they were the opposite gender. Dipper could tell the differences that indicated so, because she always figured Marble to have a bulkier build when he was older.

You couldn't exercise and lift as much as her brother did without building a good amount of muscle.

The two also had other differences, the red smoke that was coming from their pure red glowing eyes, a simple black slit in the center, each were also holding weird weapons. The boy had an old timey mic, while the girl had a parasol, both clasped in fingers that were black, with glowing red veins. Both dressed just as her and her brother.

"Well, I guess I was too lazy to make it in time for the party."

The last one that spoke, popped up behind Marble and Jeff. And he was easily the scariest of them all.

Six foot five, the dragon skull hovering over his head and the six large skeletal wings, each with a colored heart at the joint, were the first things you would notice. He stood with a lazy slouch, in a blue coat, red scarf, and black shorts. A bone tail with a sharp spike at the end swayed lazily behind him.

A red shirt similar to her own. But his body was torn up, his shins and forearms each looked to have jumped in length within seconds if the ripped appearance of the skin that clung to the bones at his ankles and wrists, with the elbows and knees being where the other ends clung, showing both forearm and shin bones.

Thankfully there was no blood.

Marble and Jeff both wound up holding each other as they screamed when turning to see such a sight. Getting a good look at his face, the skin around his left eye looked to have melted into his skull as the cheek on that side also looked to have been torn open, giving that side far more teeth than they were comfortable seeing on a humanoid body.

There were a couple shouts from some gnomes, drawing their attention to the pool of ink, that drew up to take the appearance of a buff melting ink monster. The left arm was far more muscular than the normally muscled right, his head looked to be melting like a candle as all they could see were small white dots over a large sharp toothed grin. His legs had the reversed problem of his arms, with the left looking normal, while the right was over muscled.

The ink monster tossed the gnomes off into the woods to get rid of them. "I hate this, without my corpse, I can't use my normal method to fix my looks, and its throwing me off."

Dipper could honestly say, as she clung to the celestial girl next to her, who surprisingly was hugging her back as they stared at the monsters. Both were freaking out over the appearance of the ink demon and the skeleton. The magical girl was acting more surprised than scared, which somewhat helped her out. But she could say for certain that this girl was wearing one of her brother's sweaters.

That kind of comforted her, thinking Marble met these people and was nice enough to give the celestial maiden a sweater.

Marble was still cowering while hugging Jeff though, so he might not have met all of them.

Sans plucked Jeff from Marble's arms. "Take your people and run, cause if you come after either of these two again." Sans' eyes began to glow, the left was blue, while the right was red.

"Your Gonna Have a Bad Time."

Sans tossed Jeff off to the side, ignoring the sin twins' frowns over not being able to kill any.

Marble had, after losing the gnome to hug, dashed over and stood in front of his sister, pulling her away from the monsters before them.

He only now noticed he dropped the shovel when he hugged Jeff and left the bat with the kart.

Alastor and Rosie both chuckled over the situation, as they slowly walked over to the two. Alastor spoke up. "Well, I guess I can now tease you sister dear, for standing up for me."

Rosie giggled a bit. "Well of course I would protect my adorable sister from harm. Do you not see how lovely you look? A little hair care, maybe some blush and a little eye liner. You could break every heart in hell."

Both kids stiffened at the statement. Marble was about to shout his full agreement, before she said hell. "Maybe we can skip the trip to the deep below?" Marble chuckled nervously.

Both wound up backing into the cervitaur as he had walked around, Elise had gotten back on him. "Don't worry about them, they are harmless when you get to know them. They haven't explained a whole lot to me, but I am sure they are only teasing."

Sans chuckled. "I think the intimidation comes from our forms. When the author tried to send us home, he lied and tried to murder us. Sending us to the nightmare realm would have drained us of most of our strength, sapping it to a minimum, and leaving us to fend off the demons there in a weakened state. But with our quick thinking with the portal, it changed our destination to a random one, and all the magic the machine drained from us was shoved back into us."

Alastor chuckled. "The problem here, is that all that power was condensed, and it apparently launched us into the past. Our forms were altered to store all the energy that was returned to us. We did heal and regain strength when coming through, which I must say, we owe to our little Chiron. His celestial magic did a wonderful job healing us. But now we have to get our energies back under control."

Marble and Dipper stared in shock at the creatures before them, Dipper gaining a bit of bravery as she heard them mention the author. "Are you talking about 'The Author' the one that wrote the journal with a golden six fingered hand?"

At their nods, Dipper smiled as she thought about all the answers these guys could give her about Gravity Falls and the journal. They even mentioned they met the author, while saying he tried to murder them.

Talk about a buzz kill. But if the author tried to kill these guys, wouldn't they be bad news?

Marble turned to the girl on the cervitaur's back. "So, you were given that sweater by an alternate me?"

Elise smiled. "An alternate you that is a girl, but yes." Marble gasped.

Dipper turned to the cervitaur next. "Thank you, for dropping in when you did." Chiron shrugged. "We find that they have super sensitive hearing, so keeping a dog whistle, or an air horn on you at all times would be really helpful when dealing with gnomes."

Dipper reached into her vest, pulling an air horn out. "Well, guess I was already prepared then."

Sans chuckled. "I guess you could say, you're a 'bone'-efied natural?"

They each chuckled over the pun. Marble and Dipper were just getting comfortable with the strange creatures around them. When Marble had to ask. "So, who are each of you really?"

Sans answered. "Most of us are male Dippers, then there is a female you, and Pacifica Elise Northwest. We are merely some of the possible futures that could happen within this timeline. Besides Al's and Rosie's, cause their alteration happened in the past. Ink's may be impossible due to obvious circumstances, that would be obvious if you hear his story."

Dipper and Marble both nodded, having lost most of their fear after the explanation, Dipper's turning to fascination, while Marble's switched to excitement.

Marble shouted about grabbing the kart from where he parked it, and that they had to wait till he was able to hear their stories to tell them.

Dipper wound up being left behind in his excitement. She was lifted up onto Chiron's back when she just stood there without saying anything.

Ink, who had lifted her, spoke up. "We know where the shack is, we can meet up with him there."

Dipper would only admit to herself, but she felt extremely special in that moment. Like a princess riding her magical steed, guarded by her two mages, her mighty winged knight, and even a barbarian protector. Of course, the second princess that was also upon her steed with her was new, and the party had a more gothic look. But she felt like she was experiencing something straight out of DD and more D.

Or a hard rock album.

The only magical part was the cervitaur and the princess on his back. Apparently, they held celestial magic, from what her human-like counterpart said.

She watched as the shack came into view and sighed in relief when they got there and Marble was getting out of the kart.

The boy looked surprised to see them as he turned around. Alastor rolled his eyes over the boy's misstep. "We are you, of course we know where the shack is."

As Dipper jumped down from Chiron's back, she ignored the knowing look Marble had given her. Holding her head up high, she walked into the gift shop, followed by everyone.

Stan's reaction to the extra guests was a bit expected. He dropped the cash he was counting.

Sans was the one who talked. "Alright, we do got things to chat with you about grunkle Stan, and if you would join us in the living room, we can all have story time."

Stan nodded as he picked up his cash.

The rest of the night was all dedicated to explaining their backgrounds, telling the three about what happened, including what Ford did. And as they referred to him as the author, Stan clearly understood who they meant.

Which brought up Dipper, or Marble since he had it when he went to rescue Dipper, showing Stan the journal.

Stan sighed as he came clean with his niece and nephew. And the two were allowed the full, straight story of what happened to their new guests.

They learned that their great uncle, the author that Dipper was idolizing, the man that they thought their current uncle was.

Tried to murder them.

They explained a bit that they knew from their own timelines, Alastor and Rosie didn't have much their info could help with, due to how they have been going through their summer.

But the rest, had plenty of info. Info concerning a certain psychic, and Dipper did grow interested in the Pacifica that lived in this world.

The girls just hit it off in a way that she had never thought they would have.

Well, at least she could enjoy this friendship.

Dipper wound up taking the girls up to the attic this time around, Chiron took the lazy boy, while Sans was forced to take the 'hidden' room for the larger bed due to his size. Alastor just settled for the couch, with Marble, while Ink hid away in the kitchen to practice controlling his form, due to no longer having a physical form to tire out.

As long as he rested his mind in the sink after plugging it.

The interlopers each fitted in rather nicely with the shack crew. Soos was quick to treat them like normal.

Wendy had to take a double take when she looked at Pacifica, before explaining who Pacifica was in this world, after getting her story.

Pacifica was interested in meeting a male her, having bonded rather well with the female of her newest friend. She had high expectations of the boy she was here.

First, she had to figure out her current hair issues.

Sans did add her to the lessons he had started Chiron on, so there was progress.

Ink had joined Stan in the tours, having gotten a full body standing mirror, he replaced the glass in it with himself.

People would pay Stan, ask the mirror of the void a question, and he would alter his inky form to answer, altering his color to make a show of it.

Needless to say, he was a hit with the tourists.

Alastor and Sans had taken some time during the day to take a shortcut into the basement, with Dipper's journal when she wasn't using it, to work a bit on their machine.

They even helped Stan out a little when they felt like it. Taking great joy in mocking Ford as they fixed his calculations in the journals.

In the man's defense, Bill was tricking him so his machine would create the rift that Sans told Alastor about.

Sans was contemplating on what to do about Gideon, Stan having filled them in on the boy when they told him about the second journal.

Sans was usually forced to be in the basement due to his appearance, though when Stan brought him a meal, the two enjoyed just reminiscing.

Stan was the closest to having experienced what the two sides had experienced. Sans even spoke on how Stan reminded him of himself when he fought with all his might, trying to get Frisk to fight for control and do a reset.

Stan and Sans had plenty to talk about.

Stan had almost cancelled the plans he had for family fun day, until Ink, Sans, and Chiron, the ones that had to stay home due to their appearance, convinced him to go through with them.

Stan couldn't keep the smile off his face when the three explained how much this day meant for them when it happened to them.

Stan did feel slightly disappointed when they admitted to missing a good portion of it when they went after a monster.

Stan did appreciate when they explained what they learned that day, and how much Sans and Ink would give to have the chance to join them.

But Ink wouldn't be able to survive being watered down that much, and Sans couldn't hide his new appearance. Chiron was in the same boat as Sans, but he said he would have to go on a fishing trip with his own grunkle when he got back home to make up for it.

Stan just made the kid promise to catch a big one for him when he did just that.

Alastor and Rosie weren't hard to talk into it. "You are asking two older alternate versions of your niece and nephew, that randomly showed up out of nowhere on a fishing trip with you?"

"Yep"

"...would we even have enough room on your boat? If you are anything like our Grunkle Stan, then I don't think a small rowboat will carry all of us."

"I'll ask Soos if we can also use his boat if he wants to join us. Is that a no?"

Alastor remained silent for a couple seconds, before shrugging. "Why the hell not?"

Rosie just giggled over being able to show off a nice swimsuit. Stan did hand them each a pair of sunglasses.

"You need to hide your eyes, so people don't freak out. Your hands we can say are just some new-fangled gloves you kids wear these days, but I don't want people messing with you over your eyes."

Alastor and Rosie both smiled at the man. Here and the world before, he has proven he did indeed love them.

Even now, including them in this family fun day, seeing them as family even when they were from an alternate world.

As the 'normal' ones went off to go fishing, Sans was down in the basement. Pacifica didn't feel comfortable running off to fish while she had rainbow hair, so she and Chiron were down in the basement with Sans, learning a bit on how to control magic.

Sans could explain how to control the energies, but because their magic wasn't really soul magic, it wasn't a perfect guide.

Sans and Ink had told Dipper and Marble about the issues they were going to see today. They didn't spoil the surprise, but they did explain about Mcguckit's machine, and his current problems.

Marble and Dipper were shocked at what happened to the poor man. Though annoyed slightly that the day would be wasted if they tried to help.

Sans would explain things concerning the gobblewonker when they got back. Hopefully, Dipper would take what they said to heart.

Sans, while taking a moment to explain and guide the two young magic users, was messing with his machine.

He was having a bit of trouble altering the wires to fire the signals he wanted them to, because apparently, being in his phone's pocket dimension didn't protect it from the magical backlash.

So now he had to use his time to calculate all new wiring paths as to correctly aim towards their own dimensions, or at least somewhere they wanted to go.

Sans sighed as he thought on what he did to his own world, having accepted that he couldn't return.

Sans had forced a reset in his own timeline while he was not there, which means he would be returning to a sister and friends that already had him.

But that is a story for another time.

As Stan and the gang returned from their fishing trip, Mabel expressed her disappointment over not many guys being there to drool over her. The most she had gotten was when some of Wendy's younger brothers had looked.

Apparently, every guy there was too old and ignored her. Guys her age didn't enjoy fishing apparently. Alastor was amused at his sister, though he did end up with catching a couple fish himself.

Apparently, there wasn't much that happened, other than Dipper snapping at the people there for taking their teasing of the old man too far.

Dipper had wanted to go and prove the old man right, but Alastor and Rosie was there to talk some sense into her.

Speaking of Alastor and Rosie, both had expressed their annoyance over their situation.

While Alastor busied himself with info collecting, he was right there with his sister when she complained over the lack of sin.

Sans explained how some worlds were simply more PG, which meant there were less perversions and sin for them to enjoy.

Though they did get some good news, their machine would be sending them randomly for a bit, at least until Sans and Alastor could configure the wiring. They wouldn't have to wait long before being able to send them off to the next world, where they will have more variables to narrow down the path home.

Dipper and Marble, upon hearing this, were sad to know their new friends weren't going to be hanging around for longer.

Sans spent more time in the basement, with the occasional aid from Alastor, and even Stan, to fix up their machine. Stan was glad to just have someone giving him a hand with the portal to save his brother.

Stan did plan on having a word or two with his brother about his paranoia.

Sans and Alastor did indeed put a bit more work into the machine, until they ran into a slight problem.

A power source.

Sans advised they go to the spaceship, which actually caused Alastor and Rosie both to show interest.

So, Sans took the two sinners with him on a trip to the spaceship, which left Chiron, Elise, and Ink to man the fort.

Ink was plotting more 'fortunes' to use with his mirror bit, while Chiron was exploring a bit through the woods while Elise joined him.

Should mention that they ask that we all ignore the sightings of a rainbow haired princess riding a centaur in the newspaper.

When the two sinners and Sans returned, it was to Marble crafting a life-sized wax sculpture of Stan, while Dipper returned in a huff, frustrated from something that went down.

Apparently, Dipper was frustrated over her first meeting with Atlas, Pacifica's counterpart.

Wendy admitted to not having too much knowledge on the kid due to their age difference, but she did express her sorrow for not knowing how bad the kid was.

She also had an axe with her while she and Dipper covered collecting the entrée fee.

Sans had been able to join in on the get together, because he figured out how he could look 'normal'. He just had to use a special alien alloy from the spaceship that he could use to dampen his powers to a level that did not rip his physical form apart.

Sans was now able to look like a normal six-foot-tall teen that had scar tissue across the left side of his face. At least he didn't show off his calf and forearm bones, nor did he have wings and a tail. He just had to take off a necklace to release his full power and frightening form.

Alastor and Rosie managed to get their own powers under control, considering they had a teacher, and Alastor was just as smart as Sans, they had an easy time getting their proper control back.

Chiron and Elise on the other hand, were stuck as they are. Sans had tried to help them, Alastor even giving his two cents when he was there, but they couldn't help the boy learn to alter his form, while Pacifica was lucky that a hair color change was all she had to deal with when it came to being flooded with celestial power from Chiron during their trip into this world.

Chiron had done his best to protect her, and as they all spoke highly of the boy's actions, Elise couldn't help but blush over the situation.

Today, Dipper had surprised her alternate selves, when she declared Atlas was a murderer.

The guys were so busy dealing with their own thing, they didn't realize what was going on.

Sans, Ink, and Chiron had not dealt with the 'Wax Stan Murder' event in some time, an entire summer for Chiron, longer for the other two.

Sans accepted the blame for distracting Alastor, the two had been not only bonding over fixing the machine but riffing on Ford for his miscalculations with the journals.

Vengeance doesn't have to be big to be satisfying, just as long as they didn't have to deal with him any time soon.

But when Elise stood by and allowed Dipper to accuse her alternate self of murder, that raised some brows.

"What? Have you met my family? I wouldn't put it past them, let alone if everything Dipper has told me about what happened during their first meeting happened. Besides, you did say we shouldn't intrude too much, and allow them to do their own thing."

Sans shrugged. Yeah, he did mention that lessons are learned better when you make your own mistakes.

Sans was all smiles when the funeral, if you could call it that, was held for wax Stan. They had convinced Marble not to make a statue of them when he was making it, mostly because they were trying to stay a little incognito.

Sans had talked to Stan about how things were supposed to go when they first showed up, which caused the conman to give Marble the grappling hook, because that thing had saved them on several occasions.

Dipper even enjoyed getting her hat.

Alastor and Rosie had shown up to the funeral, but Sans had explained that he didn't feel like melting wax today, while Chiron took Elise for their new favorite pastime. A run through the woods.

Apparently, even the little power that flowed through the young girl, allowed her to feel excited as she ran through the woods.

Chiron and Elise had been going out to do just that rather often, missing quite a bit of things around the shack. Sans was gonna have to help them get that desire under control.

Ink just said he didn't know how his ink would react with the wax before joining Sans in the basement.

As Stan was going through with the funeral, Alastor and Rosie sat off in the back.

Both had decided to dress for the occasion, each having their own methods and magic to wear the proper attire.

The two were surprised with Atlas' entrance, and silently chuckled over his obvious crush on Dipper, Rosie not wasting any time with nudging her brother in a teasing and playful manner.

Alastor got a bit of payback as he gave her rear a firm pinch.

Alastor and Rosie bore witness to Atlas doing the detective thing, the thing that Dipper would have been doing, if she had not been distracted with her thoughts focusing on Atlas.

Atlas, however, was interrupted as the wax figures chose to finish his sentence.

Wax Sherlock Holmes took a small dose of enjoyment as he spoke down to the two young sleuths, going so far as to lead the other wax people in a mocking clap, before explaining their story.

Dipper began to have a panic attack, somewhat killing Alastor and Rosie's moods.

The wax figures and Atlas were distracted slightly when they heard clapping, turning to find Alastor, standing in front of the door, a big smile on his face.

"While I do applaud a good story of revenge and the sin of murder, you are just starting to bore me."

Wax Holmes took offense with these turn of events. "Now see here boy."

Alastor cut him off. "No you listen. You don't seem to understand the whole situation here so I will point out the three mistakes you have made."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, getting rather angry. "Mistakes?"

Alastor was still smiling. "Yes mistakes. mistake number one; I have grown attached to Stan in this world so I will not allow you to harm him, even by beings as pathetic as yourselves. mistake number two; you threaten the lives of our innocent counterparts before we have a chance to corrupt them, and I will not allow that."

Rosie made no effort in hiding how she sealed the door, the red glow showing her use of magic. Alastor and Rosie's smiles took a darker and crueler appearance.

"And your final mistake was assuming we are trapped in here with you."

Sherlock began to look nervous. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Alastor sighed as he continued his speech.

"This world is so innocent that it has been hard for my sister and I to spread any sin as it is a hobby of ours. and since an ally of ours, cock blocked us from killing the annoying gnats called gnomes, we haven't had a chance to enact some good old-fashion acts of violence and murder. but I think we can get away with having some fun with all of you so be a dear..."

Alastor's eyes began to let out the red smoke once again, the cracks on his hands began glowing, while his teeth sharpened. Rosie had undergone a similar transformation, both now wielding their weapons, the mic for Alastor and the parasol for Rosie. Both of them spoke in sync, their voices dark and twisted.

"Try to keep this entertaining."

Dipper and Atlas both stepped back as the wax figures decided to attack the two demons, expecting them to be a bigger threat.

They were right, seeing as Alastor stepped forward and stabbed the mic into the stomach of Genghis Kahn, causing red cracks to flow from the point of contact, which left the cursed wax to explode all over the ones behind him.

Rosie took this as a chance to stab her parasol into the stomach of Queen Elizabeth II, charging and spinning it in a way to disfigure the wax into an extension of her parasol, before using her new waxy extension to stab into wax Nixon behind her.

"Don't kill them too fast, this will get boring if you do." "Sorry brother dear, it is just so much fun to see all the new ways we can manipulate our magic since our little power boost."

As wax Robin Hood noticed what was going to happen, he made an attempt to jump out the window.

None of the other wax figures got the chance to follow his lead, seeing as the magic that Rosie used to seal the door, caused Robin Hood to conduct a portion of the magic and explode as he passed through.

The twins simply giggled in sync, causing the rest of the wax figures to grow scared.

Holmes took a second to grab a sword off the wall, rushing towards Alastor as Lizzie Borden raised her ax towards Rosie, both hoping to fight back.

Alastor grabbed the sword bare handed, opening his mouth as a red electrical surge pulsed out, causing Sherlock to become a simple charred statue.

Rosie just parried the ax, grabbing the shaft. "If you really want lessons." The demonic sinner pulled the ax upward, before plunging the ax down the statue's throat. "The closest you can experience to something good."

Rosie proceeded to shove the ax further, cutting lizzie in half with her own ax.

The rest of the wax figures were left traumatized over what they have been seeing.

Alastor chuckled as he walked towards the rest of his playmates. Rosie kept giggling, keeping the atmosphere in that creepy tone.

Rosie placed her hand on Alastor's mic, the eye contact let him realize her plan. So they both sang a note into his mic, causing the three closest wax figures, Coolio, Edison, and Edgar, to all shiver as their heads simply burst, before their bodies melted.

The last three, Larry King, Groucho Marx, and Shakespeare, were each left frightened and freaking out, as the two giggled and nuzzled their noses, finally able to have fun murdering something.

Atlas and Dipper were also getting front row seats to this traumatic event, and Atlas was reevaluating his advances on Dipper, seeing as these two looked close enough to be related to her.

Alastor gave Rosie a kiss on her cheek. "You always know the best way to handle my mic." They way he said that line, left those that heard it wondering if he actually meant the weapon in their hands.

Rosie giggled, taking that as his way of saying she could take the extra.

Rosie took hold of both, her parasol and Alastor's mic, giving the head of the mic a lick as she turned towards Larry king.

Rosie was quick as she brought Alastor's mic down, slicing him in half, before she stabbed forward with her parasol, fanning it open as the sides gripped the two sides of Larry, before she used the two halves to pummel Groucho Marx.

The two were left as chunks when she was done.

Alastor just raised his right hand as red lightning covered his fingers, before suddenly, right above his left shoulder, what looked to be a skull of a deer, the skin melted off, the antlers coated with red lightening as it fired right into Shakespeare.

Shakespeare's body looked to have expanded, before leaving a burnt hole in the center, his limbs and head exploding off, leaving a burnt, bubbled torso with a large hole through it.

Dipper and Atlas were officially traumatized, watching as Rosie walked over and pouted at her brother, who took his mic back, before giving his sister a dip, followed by a kiss.

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Alright, there you all go, the first trip through an alternate world.

I got permission from Bootes, and even learned about another feature of this site to better share these chapters with Shadowwriter, all so I can do better in giving my all.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I am sorry for delaying getting you all a new chapter, and for how this feels like I'm rushing it.

The problem here, is that they aren't doing much to alter the world around them, and until Sans stops focusing so much on the machine, and Chiron can get the urges he has to run through the woods under control, there isn't a whole lot for them to alter.

Alastor and Rosie are in the best situation to mess with things, and they are limited in what they can do with everything being so PG, so until they visit more mature, or sin filled worlds, they will be bored.

Sans is being a bit of a knife blocker for them right now.