Well Hey there, Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter!
In this chapter, you get a bit more insight into the twins, and how they interact and see each other (:
Thank you to Durrendurrendol1993 for the review, you really hit me with motivation to write when I woke up. (: I'm glad you like my writing.
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Chapter 6
Dark grey eyes stared intensely as he licked his dry lips, he picked up a camera with bloody gloved hands as he raised it, his heart beating faster and faster with each second passing. A click and the flash brightened the area to reveal a hanging figure, held only by their ankles spread his leg apart, blood dripped down the mutilated naked body, brown eyes foggy, fingers bent at odd angles. He breathed heavily as he felt warmth going through him as he remembered each sound his victim made, his eyes dilated as he smiled at the image he captured. His masterpiece.
"Beautiful…"
"Please…" a voice whimpered, a crack and a scream followed, tears running down his cheeks, as a soft hand caressed his red cheeks, unable to move, to get away from his captor, "Don't...no more.."
Six fingers were left, four already broken as his captor whispered, "Start over and if you hesitate, or you're wrong, another is gone," He whispered, "countdown by 7 starting from 1000, remember if all your fingers are gone, it's your manhood next."
"993...986….979," he sobbed, shaking in fear as he felt him fiddling with his pinky finger, humming softly as the knife beside him glinted eagerly, waiting, his tendons in his ankles were sore, bleeding, as he wondered to himself if he'll ever be able to walk or use his fingers again. If he survived. He wondered to himself what he did so bad to deserve this, to deserve to be played with for days before he was taken to the middle of nowhere, "...937...930.."
It was only minutes before he finished counting but it felt like hours to the victim, one fingers left as each mistake made him desperate, mind trying to think through the pain, praying to be saved internally as time seemed to still, unmoving, uncaring to his suffering, "...-1" he breathed out, relief on his face as he stared back at the amused, a sadistic gleam in the eyes of his captor.
"Who said it ends at -1?" he whispers, a crack, and the boy vomits, choking as he could feel it feeling the burn and taste leaving through his mouth.
"Please….I'm sorry.."
The large man looked down at his shirt stained with vomit, mixing with blood, disgust evident on his face as he stared him down, "I guess, I should punish you for that…" he picked up a large knife, "This knife is one of my favorites….did you know it's called the Santoku Knife…?"
Screams filled the silent air.
Wilton kneeled down, wiping the blade of lingering stains of blood, placing it inside a dark case carefully as if he was handling a newborn babe, wiping his camera before placing it inside, then he picked up a large vial filled with blood, he admired it, before putting it inside wrapped in a bloody towel. He searched the area for anything he might have left and chuckled at his sillines at nearly forgetting, finding his bloody plier laying innocently on the ground waiting, he picked it up and threw it into case.
He then threw off his white T-shirt and blue jeans, and removed his gloves. He began replacing them with a navy tank top, and brown jeans, throwing the dirtied clothing into a plastic bag before stowing it away in his case.
He began his trek back, a feeling of euphoria leaving him high, but the further he walked, the more light began to peek through the pine oak tree, he checked his watch to see it was 5:55 in the morning, and he headed home quickly to prepare to remove all the evidence.
He pulled out a bucket and threw ice cold water inside, using soap to scrub it out furiously, in hopes to leave no evidence. Another bucket was filled with Hydrogen Peroxide and ammonia, and throwing his tools in there to soak, he sighed before upstairs, the room was filled with various pictures of Mabel, pictures taken without her notice, the beginning of a shrine forming as he caressed one of the many pictures, a picture where she stared upwards into the night skin, her eyes empty, her arms behind her back, no emotions crossed her face, and he kissed it softly, "I love you…" whispering tenderly, adoration in his eyes, and he sighed. It was one of the few pictures that didn't have Dipper in the background. He went to his computer to begin printing the many pictures he took of his target over these past two weeks, in the two weeks that went by, his target quickly lost his friend, sending him into solitude, making his job a lot easier, often he found him locked in his room, rarely going outside, he enjoyed how his face started out uncaring, slowly becoming nervous, and with his darling gifts over that time, he slowly self-destruct.
He placed the pictures into a folder before hiding it within his closet, closing his eyes to sleep the morning away.
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Mabel sat with eyes closed, furrowing her brow in concentration, breathing evenly as her brother stared into the book intensely, searching for something as silence reigned in the room, stretching out before he slammed it close and Mabel eyes snapped open, "I think...I found it, something powerful enough." He said, his eyes filled with greed and hunger, "but...we might need to make some adjustments, maybe something similar in power, a sacrifice and to find the weakest barrier between dimensions...I need to make calculations."
Mabel looked at him intrigued, tilting her head curiously, as she watched him bite his thumb nail in thought, pacing furiously, and he quickly head to a drawing board before furiously writing down various codes and equations, concentrating, "If z = Re(z) + (i) lm (z) = | z | and if we multiply | z | to Re(z) divided by the square root of Re squared…." he said, before beginning to mumble under his breath.
"Can you speak English, so I could understand?" Mabel interrupted as her bored eyes trailed across the growing amounts of unknown variables and invisible numbers increased on the board, distantly wondering the point of having invisible numbers before deciding to ask her brother later.
He paused for a moment and sighed, he always knew his sister was a woman of action, someone who preferred to do and ask questions later, someone who is more of a genius in captivating and manipulating people to get her way and let them do most of the work that involves thinking but he never would admit it aloud but he is very fond of her, despite her love of pestering him when she found herself bored and unoccupied and he turned to her, patiently beginning to answer her question, "I'm trying to determine the best way to safely trap the demon inside the summoning circle and bind him to us...we need to alter the structure of the summoning circle and a different set of spell.
Mabel raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously, despite how much of a genius her brother is when it comes to solving complex problems, how he plans to the last detail, rarely ever taking a rash decision, not without thinking about it first, watching him run around circles tearing his hair out to figure out a solution when the answer is right at the tip of his tongue and when he realizes the idiocy of himself, he'd glare at nothing as if it was to blame for all his problems,"Did you forget little brother?" she inquired, enjoying how relaxed he was, despite how much he kept himself unreadable to the world, she would always understand him and be able to read him like a book.
"Forget what?" His shoulders tense, amused at his defensive nature she watched as his eyes went back and forth between looking at her and the board hanging against the wall, indecisive in which he should pay attention to, and his attempt at being intimidating towards her of all people amused her, "Mabel, I'm serious."
"Remember Uncle Ford?"
Dipper was quiet before immediately beginning to erase a few things, making changes to make up for his obvious blumber, "...Thanks." He said under his breath, swearing silently to himself.
"What was that?" Mabel stared at him, a cold glare directed at her,he knew that she heard him but he knew, and he swore to the universe based on the look in her eyes that she was messing with him, but rather than ignoring her, he preferred to deal with her now instead of later.
"Thank...you...Mabel…" He gritted out, "Now get out."
Her smile was odd as she looked at him, and he hated those little lapses, where for a moment his sister was gone, she was there but not fully there, whenever he sees her like that, she reminded him of a doll, never giving away, but the little of mabel that was deep inside crawling out, begging to be seen, with a nymph like behavior, her head in the clouds, moment where she would fully disappear and he didn't show his displeasure as he watched her leave, he knew she wasn't hurt but always found him amusing and was attached to him in what he could describe only as almost unhealthy, but in honesty, he couldn't say he was different. They were broken but like broken glass, they were equally dangerous if one wasn't careful around them and he accepted this as fact, the only difference is unlike broken glass is that they can't be put together. However, they always persist even when they get hurt, desperate to cling on to their hope that they are good people somewhere deep inside, truly their Grand-Uncle Stan and Ford were really pathetic, he sighed before staring back at the long equation. Deep inside, he felt a pinch somewhere deep in his chest before he stomped it down.
He pressed his head against the boards, enjoying the cool feeling, easing the oncoming headache he felt, eyes tired and he looked smaller than he would usually hold himself, he took steady breaths before standing straight, calm and composed, pushing his hair back, revealing the birthmark on his forehead, his lips thinned as he checked the time. It was 12 p.m. and he should really make sure the both of them ate, distantly wondering whether he finished the challenges given to him before he headed downstairs, for once letting himself not think.
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Pacifica felt guilty, and then she understands she shouldn't, but she can't help feeling like she ruined the relationship between Jenny and Devon, maybe she shouldn't of told her, but she couldn't help but break down when she saw her again face to face, seeing Jenny's eyebrows scrunched in worry, hair messy and dark bags hanging off slightly red dark brown eyes and the moment Jenny opened her mouth to ask if she was okay, she couldn't control the tears that fell and sobs that wracked her body once Jenny arms wrapped around her, silent and comforting, waiting for her to speak, not pressuring her to speak, giving her time to gather herself together, and when the brunette said that she could tell her anything without judgement, she will listen and keep quiet which in a way was out of characteristic of her, which made her fill with concern seeing how tired her friend seemed and she hesitated for just a second before Jenny asked a simple question, "Did Devon do something to you?" she never asked why she ignored her for a week, or glared at her as if angry and ready to throw blame on to her the moment she opened her and all that together immediately caused her to spill every detail and the tears returned as the memories of that night flashed before her and she felt angry and disappointed with both herself and at him, for betraying her trust as she thought she could have at least called him a friend and trust him not to do anything to hurt her. She was glad she had Jenny.
Then the warm feeling of her hand gently caressing her head and back as she whispers words of comfort and the constant reassurance that none of it was her fault, making her feel a bit better, quieting the little whispers in the back of her head saying how it's her fault. The only relief for her was that he never went further and somewhere deep inside herself was desperate to believe he truly meant that he wouldn't have and that in some twisted way that he was genuinely trying to teach her to be more assertive and express my boundaries.
Though he crossed a line and didn't have the right to touch me no matter what lesson he planned to give, from what Jenny and that boy, Dipper said to her. She sighed as she reluctantly met Jenny outside, her brown face brighter than the dull color he had those past few days, braids redone, shorter than before, it barely brushed past her shoulders. Jenny stopped in front of Pacifica and asked if she could give her a big hug which she chuckled before consenting.
"See darling," Jenny said as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "I am respecting your boundary, it's easy as eating cakes on saturdays"
"Why just saturday?" Pacifica questioned as they matched their footsteps, simply strolling around enjoying each other's presence.
"Do you not know how busy other days are?!" She exclaimed, "If I ate all the cake in my house on other days other than saturdays, my family would kick me out and remove me from our family line!"
"I..don't really understand?" Pacifica just stared at her weirdly, and a sigh left the mouth of Jenny.
"In truth..my parents probably would just criticize me for it, they are only away from the house on saturdays." She confessed, "They just want a perfect daughter and if I did anything that's not exactly 'approved' then they would lose their shit."
"Oh...I'm sorry.."
She waved her hand dismissively, "I don't give a shit!" she grinned at her, "I choose you as my family."
For a moment Pacifica felt warm and envious of her words and a little concerned as she wondered if it's normal for one to react to that kind of situation in that way but decided to not push her friend for information, she would tell her if she was ready to, of course.
"Oh let's head to Robbie~" she cheered, and Pacifica rubbed between her brow as Jenny grinned cheekily at her.
"Just because I said he was cute once! Does not mean I like him in that way!" Pacifica whined.
"You say tomato, I say tomahto!" she grinned and began running as she yelled, "Don't worry! I tell him about your undying love!"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Pacifica cried out, embarrassment evident on her face as she rushed after Jenny, "If you don't come back here, I'll make sure you never live another—"
She bumped into the back of Jenny, cutting her off , "Hey, are you okay?" Pacifica asked before she followed Jenny's line of vision to see police officers surrounding a familiar house. It was Devon's house and before she could do anything, Jenny walked towards them, her face expressionless and her hands shaking as she stopped in front of the police officer.
"What...happened here..?" Her voice cracked as her eyes were wide as she seemed to tighten her grip into fist, her hands paling, firing question after question, "Did something happen to the people in the house? Is Devon okay?"
The taller of the police officers raised his hand, "Please stop, miss.." He said, "Did you know Mr. Devon Spinfield, personally?"
Jenny nodded her head furiously as she stared at him desperately, Pacifica only stood in the background as she watched the scene quietly, unsure of what to say or feel, she didn't feel anything and she felt disturbed at that, wasn't he her friend before it happen, and distantly she wondered if maybe she had anything to do with it. She looked at the door to see two men standing there, both with brown hair, tall in stature and beady eyes, one of them were staring hungrily at Jenny and I flinched as our eyes met. A smile crawled on to his face as he eyes her and immediately she wanted to leave before Jenny moved in front of his gaze, she turned her back to them before heading towards Pacifica.
"Don't look at him." she said emptily, "and don't let him intimidate you, he likes it when you're scared of him."
"...You know him?" Pacifica asked, wondering if she should bring up his name.
"Unfortunately do…" She muttered, "I'll have to head to the police station later, you should get home or something, it's almost 6 p.m. surprisingly enough and rather your parents not get their panties in a twist over it."
Pacifica immediately hugged her as soon as they were out of sight, "I'm always here if you….need me, ok?"
A tear fell down Jenny's cheek quietly as she took a heavy breath, "I'm sorry for…" she gasped out, "After what he did and I'm crying over him…"
"It's okay." She whispered as she rubbed her back gently, "You've been friends forever and he was like your family too, right? It's okay to cry over him even if he's a bad person, he was still someone you cared deeply about."
A sob was let out.
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I stood in front of the the police station, my eyes burning and breathed out softly as I entered, Sheriff Blubs welcomed me immediately into a quiet room to talk to me, his eyes warm and a soft smile relaxed his face as he sat in front of me, "Before we begin, I give my condolences to your loss, however I have questions for you, Miss?"
"...Anderwood." I answered reluctantly, a surprise look entered his eyes.
"I see, and..what is your relationship with Mr. Spinfield?" he asked.
"We...were bestfriends," I whispered softly.
"Were? As in past tense?" he questioned, "in the sense before his death or after his death."
I flinched and answered reluctantly, "Before."
"And why is that?"
I didn't say anything for a moment, but answered truthfully, "We had a...fight."
"Recently? And what was it about?"
"Yes...but,"I responded, staying silent for a moment.
"But?"
"I rather not answer."
"Any information regarding him might be able to help us find the perpetrator, so please?"
I stared at the wall behind him as I remembered the fight we had and my heart clenched in pain.
I knocked on the door of a small home, waiting impatiently for the door to open, trying to not make my anger obvious, the door open and a face that made me recoil immediately, "Hey there, what's a pretty thing doing at my door?" he leered at me and I just glared at him, keeping my distance.
"Where's Devon." I demanded, arms crossed as I stared up at him, not showing any weakness to him, and he only smiled at me.
"Wanna follow me upstairs to find him?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, and disgust filled me, hateful towards him, blaming him for turning Devon into another him.
I pulled my phone out, keeping my eye on him as I texted him, and he decided to keep talking, "Really, you should stop blowing my brother and let me show you a real man or are you still into girls, like give me a chance and I could really change your mind." He played with one of my braids and I backed away glaring at him.
"Touch me again and I'll break every bone in your body." I glared at him and he began barking in laughter as if I said the funniest thing ever, before footsteps descended down a case of stairs in the background and I felt relief filled me as I saw red hair and brown eyes smiling at me, he looked normal, I thought to myself, the person I saw last night, gone entirely as he pushed his brother to the side.
"What's up Jen?" he asked, a smile on his face as if what happened didn't occur and the relief and happiness she felt for a moment died and her blood boiled, she sent him a forced smile,
"Can we talk in your room?"
He looked surprised and he nodded, "Wow, baby brother getting lucky…" Devon's brother grinned at Devon and in response I scoffed and an expression of disgust crossed Devon's face.
We ignored him and headed upstairs to his bedroom and he sat down on his bed, looking at me oddly, "Is everything okay? You never want to be inside my house after that incident?" he questioned, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Yes."
He tensed immediately, staring cautiously at me, "What did I do…?"
"You know what you did."
"I don't know what you're talking about." he stated stiffly, his eyes dark, "Now if this is all then I got better things to do."
"Are you really serious right now?" I said, voice filled with anger, "Why the fuck did you do that to Pacifica for? Don't you dare lie to me again."
He stared at me for a moment, silence in the air and he sighed, "I was teaching her a lesson."
"That's not fucking teaching her a lesson, that's sexual assault, that's plain and simple." I growled out, desire of physically harming him filling me, and I tried to repress the violent urges.
"I didn't—! I was just showing her a lesson!" he balled his fist as he hissed out, eyes flashing.
I screamed at him, emphasizing each word, "THAT'S. NOT. YOUR. FUCKING. JOB." I inhaled before continuing, "If you cared...If you respected her…"
He protested, "I do care!"
"What about respect huh?!" I whispered angrily, "Cause you have a twisted way of showing you care!"
"I…. I thought you of all people would understand!"
A hysterical laugh left my mouth as I stared at him incredulously, "Are you fuvking serious, you really thought I would have your back on this," I clapped, "I must say you are truly delusional!"
"I wanted her to become strong like you! To fight back!" He said softly, pleading for her to understand, "Because when you did, it didn't happen to you! I don't want it to happen to her for real….she's a pretty girl and people take advantage of weak pretty girls like her..."
I couldn't stop myself as he stared at me in shock, his cheek turning red in the shape of a hand print, "She's not fucking weak you dipshit, how dare you!" I cried indignantly, "She trusted you, and you broke it, honestly I expected better from you, she has shit to deal with and she doesn't need you to add to it, even after what happened, she still is able to smile, do you know how long it took to get back to my feet after such a traumatic ordeal so don't you disrespect her like that!"
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I turned my back from him, sniffing, ready to leave before I heard him, "I've always had your back...even when you were threw under the bus and you were forced out of the closet, for everyone to find out you're a fucking dyke!" he said angrily, "Both you and Pacifica are overreacting, literally stop acting like a fucking bitch."
His eyes widened and he gasped out, "I'm sorry!"
I swirled towards him, clenching my fist, my desire of hitting him again higher than ever, he stared at my hand cautiously,] as I stomped towards him, and he stood up, his posture defensive,"You're lucky you are a girl cause if you hit me again I wouldn't hesitate to hit you back."
I pointed a finger at his chest as I stared at me, "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," I turned away counting in my head and as I opened the door, "And Devon, your sexism is showing."
As I looked back, "Also...Don't ever approach me or Pacifica, It disgusts me how much like your brother you've become."
A flash of anger entered his eyes, "You're just being unreasonable, I'm a nice guy," he said aggressively, "You're the one throwing away our friendship over some bullshit like this, literally we've been friends since diapers!"
I shook my head in disappointment before I felt his grip on my arm, "Let me walk you to the door." he muttered.
I didn't say anything as his brother on the staircase, on his phone, a cigarette between his lips, "Have fun~?" he eyed them, "Next time lemme have a hit, sharing is caring, you know~"
We ignored him but I rounded on him immediately slapping as he let out a laugh despite blood leaking from his cheek because of my nails scratching his face when I hit him, "walk behind me." I ground out.
He nodded and at the door, he whispered as I was leaving, "I'm sorry."
I didn't look back nor answer him as I didn't want to know if he was lying.
"Miss…?" The voice of the police officer brought me back to reality and I shook my head.
"...Sorry," I apologized lamely and watched him nod hesitantly, I began spinning a bunch of half truths as I thought if anyone has the right to tell the police anything was Pacifica, "We had a fight about how he disrespected Pacifica and how if he's gonna apologize, he needs to apologize to her and he refused. So I told him not to talk to us."
"I see...Thank you…:he nodded thoughtfully before asking, "When was the last time you spoke to him?"
"A week ago…"
"Have you ever seen any suspicious figures around him?" I paused in thought before nodding, :I...did, actually...but I don't know if it's much..."
"Anything will help."
"I saw this guy, it was two weeks ago, when it was the the Mystery Twins showcase," I said slowly, "while looking for Devon, I had bumped into him and I talked to him and we were arguing and I turned and saw him watching us—"
"Sorry to interrupt but may I know what you were arguing about?" he raised his eyebrow, "You seem to argue a lot?"
Surprised fluttered across my face before fidgeting and answering, "We were fighting because he….refused to tell me about something and he lied about it…"
"What made you so sure he was lying?"
"Do you think it was me that did it?" I was uncomfortable with his intense stare.
"Was it?" He asked, his expression unchanging.
"What!" I sputtered, feeling even more uncomfortable "No!"
"Then answer the question ma'am." He said politely.
"He always scratched his neck whenever he's lying or thinking about lying." I answered, desperate to leave the room, "It's a quirk he's had since we were a child.
"Alright...and the man? Did you ever interact with him?" He questioned and I quickly nodded.
"He said he wanted to make sure I was okay since he noticed we were arguing, and he said something about thinking Devon cool…?" I thought hard, "And I thought I saw something shiny that was in his pocket…?"
"Is that so?" he asked, "Remember how he looks? Know his name?"
"Ummm, it was dark so it was pretty hard to see but he had dark hair and was very tall, like maybe 6'7? I...don't remember his eyes, I think it was dark? His name I was pretty sure was Bill?"
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"Dipper?" My sister called, behind her, the large, lanky body of Wilton hovered behind my sister, irritation filled me at the way he looked at my sister, keeping hold of my distrust of the man as I took a breath, ignoring the urge to rip the man a part. It was midnight and I was in the middle of finding the perfect formula to capture a certain demon and I sneered as I could feel Wilton eyeing me.
"He finished his...challenges?" I questioned as I turned away from my work, looking at him over a pair of thin glasses that stood delicately on my face. Wilton walked inside, hesitant, his eyes looking around to admire the large bedroom, and he frowned as he directed his gaze beside as he handed me a brown folder.
He nodded before slowly asking, "Do you two share a bedroom?" I didn't answer as I opened the folder, to see a paper file filled with information about the target, "Devon Spinfield.."
Age; 16
Family: Mother deceased, Father: Arnold Spinfield, Brother: Jason Spinfield
Stayed in solitude after having a fight with the only friend that seemed to hang around him, Jennifer Anderwood.
Has a journal filled emails and passwords to different specified sites, possibly self identifies as an incel.
Appearance: Natural red hair, brown eyes, 5'11, blood type AB-
Then various pictures from when he was alive to his death were revealed.
I made sure to express nothing on the surface as a gleam of pleasure soar through me, "Great Job, for next time, try to gather more information, doesn't matter if you don't think it matters." I started returning the files to him, "You passed, we'll be preparing for a ritual to help you become more...useful."
A smile, revealing teeth crossed my face, enjoying the flinch at the sight before greed entered the eyes of Wilton in an instant, he was so easy to read, I thought in amusement, "Is that so…?" he asked, his eyebrow raised in surprise, before bowing, "I'll make sure to not disappoint you."
His eye slid towards the beds that sit comfortably by each, a little distance kept them separated and his eyes flashed for a moment before a smile was sent to me, uncaring at whatever he may think or feel about the relationship between me and my sister is not a matter concerning him, despite a lurch of discomfort played at my at the idea of doing such unsavory things with my sister. I dismissed him with a wave of my hand, "Out." I demanded before sighing tiredly and looking irritated at the progress I've made,brushing the hair back out of my face once again, before whispering softly to myself, "I have so much work to do…."
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End of chapter 6.
I hope you liked this chapter, also about the mention of Ford being present, I thought it'd be fair that since it's a reverse false AU, Ford wasn't as naive, started out distrustful of Bill and when he was betrayed, he was prepared, and was like UNO REVERSE YEET….yeah haha, and since he's an OP demon, he might have other ways to get out but he's just vibing and causing chaos who knows where until he meets the twins or whatever
aaaaaa!bI need sleep, but I hope y'all enjoy this, I feel like I'm not fitting the category of horror….should I change it?