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Chapter 8

Mabel found her brother waiting for her, his back facing her as his tilted upwards staring at the night sky, she couldn't help the smile that crawled across her face as she remembered that she has him, bounded by their share blood for eternity, he didn't look at her as her heels clicked across the ceramic floor, she gave quick confident strides as got closer and she allow herself to float into the air, pressing herself against his back and whispering into his ears, "Awkward sibling hug?"

Dipper was stiff as a rod at the sudden skin contact for a moment and she watched as he turned towards her, his eyebrow raised but she couldn't help but noticed the way his eyes twinkle with amusement, and it made her wonder what put him in such a good mood, but the thought was interrupted by warmth of his embrace, his arms wrapping around which was oddly unlike as he often prefer to let his arms hang off to his sides, his expression cold but obvious disdain at the embrace as he'd take about three taps on to the middle of her back, eager to get rid of her the skin contact, however she didn't let the question linger and accepted the change as he muttered back softly, "Awkward sibling hug..."

Mabel couldn't help but think her brother was cute as she knew he was embarrassed and she wished he'd sneezed just so she could tease him for it but as much as she enjoyed these moments, they won't last and they said together at the same time, "Pat.. Pat.. Pat.."

They broke apart and suddenly Mabel took his hand and began to force a waltz on him, humming a quiet tune, Dipper for once to her surprise, indulged her antics and followed her lead, their companion was each other and the stars and that watched them, Dipper quirked an eyebrow at her, a question obviously playing at his tongue as she continued to hum with each step she took, it was funny how bigger Dipper has become compared to her despite her being the older of the two, she mused to herself, and she couldn't help but let her feet come to stop as she looked into Dipper curious gaze, "I used to always be the taller one out of the two of us...look how much bigger you've become little brother..." she said softly as she put a hand up to his cheek but at his flinch, she dropped it. She never would hurt her brother and she knew it was mutual. The world would have hell if they ever tried to separate or hurt them again.

Dipper stared for a moment and his lips parted as he said quietly, "That's the difference in a woman and man, my dear sister, It would be inevitable that I'd become taller than you..." and a small smile cause his lips to tilt upward and he continued, "...But it does prove that I am now the big brother."

Mabel only scoffs, "Just because you're bigger doesn't stop my superiority in those first five minutes of me being the first to be born, I will always have that unlike your height, which I could always cut off few bits off your legs, although walking may be a difficulty but with our powers, I'm sure you'll live." She shrugged.

Dipper rolled his eyes at her, "How vicious, aren't you supposed to protect your 'little' brother?"

Mabel leaned closer, an innocent look on her face, "You can't be serious! I'm a girl so you should be protecting me! I'm weaker and smaller than you..!"

Dipper snorted at the idea, "I'll believe that when pig's sprout wings and fly..."

"And I could easily arrange that!" Mabel chirped gleefully.

"I'm sure you could but the issue here is that It's an expression meaning even if it does happen, I still wouldn't believe it until I see it." He stated with a huff, "Now...I'm curious, what put you in such a good mood?"

A sudden spin and they pulled away as Mabel giggled, "I could ask the same of you..."

Dipper sat on his bed, pushing his hair out of his face, loosening his black tie from his neck as he raised an eyebrow at his sister who stared at him, hands behind her back as she bounced in one spot, her toes lifting her body up and down as she waited before Dipper laid his elbows on to his knees, pressing his cheeks on his hands, "I asked first, so answer me." Dipper started and waited for her answer, only for his eyes to widen to see his sister's face flush with embarrassment, not meeting his eyes. It was the first time he ever saw her embarrassed since the death of their mother and he was suddenly intrigued in learning what could cause his sister to react in such a bashful manner and he waited patiently as her face hid behind her hair and she pulled her hair into two, her fist touching and he blinked, almost amazed the sudden change in his sister.

"I..." She began softly, pausing, letting silence to fill the air for a moment.

"...You?" he questioned.

"I just thought how grateful I am to have you as my brother and that having you here means...a lot to me..." She explained, refusing to meet his eyes, and Dipper froze as he tried to allow his mind to process the words that Mabel spoke, and for a second he wondered if she was making an attempt at manipulating him, but then again, he always knew when she was faking and he couldn't find a hint of deceit in her actions. Dipper was stunned, he didn't know what to say as in all his life, they never outright expressed anything to each other, they've only accepted the fact that they cared for each other and showed it only through their actions, but to say it out loud, it was confusing and he didn't know what to think but for a moment, Dipper let out a little vulnerability in himself, his cheeks pink,"I'm glad you're with me too.."

For all things in their life, they knew they trusted each other with their life, no matter how cold they are to each other, how much they manipulate or use each other, they knew they would die for each in all things considered and that night they didn't say anything, and went to bed, already understanding they'll go back to normal the next day and present what happened previously in whole during the day, but for tonight, they'll try to ignore the warm feeling in their chest from knowing that despite not saying outright, that they do love each other.

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.He watched her fall on to her back, her eyes wide, she was almost perfect, almost like Mabel, the closest He could ever have to Mabel for now, but some parts of her were all wrong, her eye color were wrong, her nose, her lips were wrong if only she had blue eyes, he wouldn't have minded as much about the rest, but her eyes being unlike Mabel staring at him, looking at him with fear as his hands wrapped around her delicate and petite neck, he panted as he could feel his excitement running through him despite how wrong but right she was, maybe if he gouged her eyes out, she'd feel right? But then he couldn't see her emotions or the fear and he decided he'd act like it was Mabel wearing contacts and he almost felt disappointed in himself for not bringing it, and he let himself fantasize, and he closed his eyes as he breathed out softly, "Mabel..." his breath was shaky as he threw his head back, feeling her squirm and shake underneath him, the way her voice wobbled in fear as she begged him not to hurt her, to not kill her and how she cried. It reminded him of the moment he saw his mother die in the loving arms of his father. He wanted that same moment. It was truly romantic and beautiful and that's all he desired and he closed his eyes as he let his memory washed over him, his grasp loosening on the girl,

Glass crashed against the wall angrily and a young boy woke with a start at the noise from downstairs, the little boy didn't dare to move for a second as he heard footsteps banged against the stairs, flying passed his door, followed by heavy footsteps that followed right behind the panicked footsteps. The little boy slowly opened his door and walked down the hallway, flinching at the sound of his mother's cries, he was nervous as he open the door where he heard her whimpers and her begging as she stared up at the boy's father who straddled her hips and his fist raised, one hand wrapped around his mother neck that was purple and blue with bruises and he was frozen at the door. The way his mother's pretty brown hair was spread across her like wings, and he couldn't help but thought his mother an angel as she stared up fearfully at his father, and he wondered why he was hitting mother and for a second his mother's blue eyes clashed against his grey eyes and his breathe was stuck in his throat as he saw her eyes, and he couldn't help but think they were the most beautiful thing in the world and she seemed to reach out to him as if beckoning him to come closer, her face unmarked from any bruise, it was like slow motion.

The boy couldn't help but notice how different she looked in that moment, how pretty his mother was laying there helplessly underneath his father and he preferred her to look like that, he liked her better like that. He didn't like how she looked at him before as if he was scum on earth, as if she despised him. He knew his mother didn't love him, she told him before how much she hated him once in a drunken stupor, about how he ruined her life but now she looked at him as if he was her lifeline, as if he could change anything and he blinked as noticed how she screamed out suddenly, slowly her eyes becoming cloudy and he turned to his father, now noticing the knife in his hands as he stared at the corpse that lay underneath him. The boy didn't know what to say or do, he was too captivated by the way the crimson blood painted her shirt and slowly covered the floor and he turned to his father, only to watch him shove the knife into his stomach and he fell on top of her, his body slowly becoming limp with hers and he was stunned. He was alone and he couldn't help but think it was beautiful, an art, and he wanted to one day to recreate the one he loved. That night he lay on the ground asleep beside the corpse of his parents and in a blur, he was suddenly under the custody of his aunt and before he knew it, she abandoned him at an all boys board school immediately before he could even call himself nine years old, and left him with a small house in Gravity Falls. She stopped coming to check on him on his 15th birthday and never called him again.

He opened his eyes and stared down at her, meeting her eyes and suddenly anger lit inside him as her brown eyes remind him so much like his aunt's and he wanted her to have an ugly death for sharing the same eyes as his aunt, and he pulled out his knife and raised it to her face, quiet sobs wracked her body as her face paled and her eyes widened and he shoved it into her eyes, hearing her scream brought the warm feelings in his chest and the way her legs went into a frenzy underneath him, as she tried desperately within her pain to kick him off, the girl reminded him so much of his Mabel and he couldn't help but think she shared such an eye color, she would be a lot more beautiful to him with blue eyes, he pulled the knife out with a squelch sound as if the eyes that he stabbed had been clinging on to the pain and he smiled as he raised it again and she whimper, "No...please don't.." She shook her head and could feel him straddling her further as his grip tightened around her neck and she moved and froze as her blood run cold as she could feel something hard pressing against her stomach and horror filled her as she realized he found torturing her to be a turn on for him and she feared him. She needed to get away but she can't and he hurt so much and it's so dark, she should've told someone, she wished she told someone and she sobbed.

"Shush shh...It's okay..." He whispered and she couldn't see anything as she felt the sharp tip of the knife caressing her jawline, down her neck and circling around her collarbone before sharp pain went through her body as she could feel him carving something on her chest and the girl couldn't help but cry out as she felt each word that was carved into her as he claimed her in a way she barely couldn't understand, leaving him to admire his work, the bruises on her neck, the way tears of blood leak down her cheeks. He didn't want to torture her, he wanted to express his love for Mabel but he need to practice and he felt dissatisfied with his work and he wondered what it could be that was missing and he sighed.

Something felt off to him and he couldn't help but ponder, should he start over with another thing, someone that could only imitate the beauty that was the one he loved and he decided he'll enjoy what he can with the current subject of what he would are his affections and he breathed softly before gently placing the knife on her chest, hand he bit his lip in concentration as he trailed the sharp edge of his tool on her chest, agitating the current wounds he inflicted upon her which left her a sobbing mess. He leaned forward and pressed his lips on her warm forehead and she only flinched in response as she could feel how cold his lips were and for a moment, it made her wonder if he was a corpse that came to torment her, he pulled away from her and he caressed her face ever so gently she would've easily mistaken his actions as loving if it were anybody else who treated her tenderly as he whispered reassuring words of comfort into her ears, "It'll be okay...It'll be over soon..."

She could only cry softly as she wished his words to be true and that'd he'll let her go or maybe it'd be a nightmare she'll wake up from in the morning but she knew that it was futile, and she sobbed as she knew she'll never find love nor happiness in the death he silently promised her, "I love you..." he whispered into her ears, and she couldn't see that see that his eyes were closed as he fantasized about another and she wondered quietly if he could hear thoughts and if this was some sort of sick way to grant her wish and she wished again she never went out alone, how she'll miss her mom and dad, and what' they'll do without her once she's gone and she could feel an object suddenly pierce her chest and she couldn't help but gasp as she felt her heart broke as well as the string that clung on to the physical plane of the world, and she tried to swallow, only to be repay with liquid to choke her, forcing her to cough saliva and what she could only describe the metallic that overwhelmed her taste buds to be blood, and then she felt him remove it and she wondered for a moment what he looked like, feeling her conscious fade away.

He pushed the blade into her chest once again, ignoring the splatters of blood that marked him and he couldn't help as a maniacal laugh was pulled from his throat as he continued to stab her over and over and over.

He bared his teeth, white and sharp each time his knife cut through flesh, and he was almost tempted to eviscerate her. He wanted to take her apart like a doll and make her perfect, his eyes were wide with ecstasy at the way her blood drained out of her body as if desperate to escape from his actions. He knew it was immoral, his desires but he couldn't help himself, a woman was most beautiful when she had bruises and blood staining her body, he couldn't control the feelings of how he felt when he saw the way her body had went into spasms under him and the way she choked on her own blood and saliva, the way her struggle weakened and he couldn't turn his eyes away when he watched how her body became limp in his arms and before he knew it, he had already stopped stabbing, only sweat dripped from his forehead causing his hair to cling desperately on to his face.

He wondered what he should do to make sure the way he did it was perfected for Mabel.

He decided then and there that he might have to attempt it during the day, although it was risky but anything for love. First of all things, he decided he needed to clean himself and possibly relieve himself of the heat running through him with a cold shower at home. He looked at the now limp body, her sweater stained by her own blood. He took out a tiny syringe and got a sample of her blood in memory of his second kill and first victim that he personally found attractive. He began chopping her body into pieces, separating her limbs and tendons and he licked his lips as he picked up her detached head, her cheeks were cold and her eyes hollow, with little white pieces of what's left of her destroyed eyes and he pressed his lips against the corpses before pulling away, "Goodbye..."

He didn't mind the blood or saliva that stained his face, he simply dug multiple holes throughout the forest before placing each piece of her body into the holes and he turned away to begin his trek home, unconcerned about his current appearance as he knew no one will see him nor find out what he did until it was too late.

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Before the sun could break through the horizon to color the early morning sky, I found myself awake, I couldn't help be irritated as I had no choice but to occupy my time with books and equations, picking up a piece of chalk, leaving me in my silence and the sounds of chalk connect against the board on the wall, leaving me to wait until the sun forced my sister to awaken from her deep slumber and for a quick moment, the idea of facing my sister after last night brought discomfort and a sense of awkwardness inside me that I thought I'd never would have thought at one point I'd feel around my sibling and my hand paused as I was left with my mind unusually distracted with the relationship of my sister who I've always know to have a quiet understanding between us. No words needed to be exchanged but a glance which speaks a thousand words that told us all we needed to know. It's been like that since we realized that we couldn't rely on no one but ourselves, before we met Stan and Ford, but even then, I still don't trust them. I don't trust anyone. The only who I would ever claim to trust and mean it will always be Mabel and a memory of blonde hair with blue eyes crossed my mind and I couldn't help but be reminded of when we were little, barely tall enough to climb the chairs in the household. Mabel always took charge back then.

Little Mabel rushed downstairs, careful of each step, making sure to not make a single noise until she reached the bottom, little Dipper could see her from where he sat quietly, his hair covering almost his eyes as he looked upwards at the girl he knew as his sister, his twin, a person who he shared everything with and vice versa, she had messy hair that was chopped carelessly to the nape of her neck, she worse a blue sweater which she added a few stickers that she must've taken from who know where, and black shorts that reached her knees, and once she reached the ground, she immediately wrapped her arms around him, pushing her whole body on to him, "Mommy's gone! We can go outside!" Mabel cheered, her eyes filled with mischief and hunger for adventure, Dipper only sat tensely in her hug, he liked and also hated being hugged, he didn't understand but when his sister hugged him, he felt nice and happy, but he felt the way his skin crawled at contact, and it hurts, he couldn't breathe and he felt trapped but he didn't express his negative feelings and only try to keep his breathing controlled and stayed still but he immediately calmed when she pulled away and his eyes met hers, and suddenly her smile disappeared and her innocent eyes looked at him wide, she tilted her head curiously before asking, "I didn't know... I'm sorry Dipper," He gave her a grin as if to tell her it was all okay and she shook her head, "Please tell me if I'm hurting okay? I'm your big sister and I'm supposed to make sure you're okay! okay?"

Dipper pouted as he looked down, his fingers playing with each other as she pulled him up gently, making sure to tell him when she'll touch him and being careful to avoid his chest area, weirdly enough, she somehow noticed he was in pain back then, even when his dark shirt covered his little body and the shorts he wore underneath. She pulled him upstairs, making sure he followed her lead and made him sat on one of the chairs, she pushed him from below so he could climb on it, back then, when they were younger, Mabel was always the bigger one, and was able to reach many more things than he could ever dream of at his current height, little Dipper looked at his sister with big brown eyes as she brought a bowl filled with cereal and milk right in front of him and he couldn't help but divulge himself. He had did something bad last night, so he wasn't supposed to get breakfast as punishment but Mabel always made sure that both of us got to eat cause according to her then if we don't do everything together as much as possible, we won't be twins anymore and little dipper didn't dare disagree with that logic as it always made him happy back then.

Once little Dipper finished his meal, Mabel placed the bowl into the sink and helped him down, dragging him along, "Imma show you outside, it's very pretty!" She promised proudly before pushing the door quietly and clicking it shut behind them. She showed him the little opening in the gate and they left their home to see the many things that were never to be found at home. She showed him the park that were filled with kids of various height and sizes, kids that were his age and older, then she led him towards the lake that was hidden by a path filled with trees that greeted us as the wind danced by us, and at the time little Dipper swore he saw fairies that peeked at them from the trees, his sister back then looked at him with wide eyes and made sure to keep a distinct eye for any wandering tiny beings with wings. When asked why she looked for them so desperately, she had said, "Maybe if we meet a fairy and become friends, she could make mummy nicer."

little dipper agreed with the sentiment back then and hoped to see another fairy but was fairly disappointed, they then went treasure hunting and she showed him the biggest building that he ever came across at, his eyes wide as she left him inside, swearing that there must be a treasure map somewhere inside and he could only stare in awe at the many lines of books that decorated the halls and corners and he couldn't help that they got separated during their determination to find the map that could lead us to bury treasure, but rather than treasure, he found a book that was left sadly abandoned on the ground, and without a second to spare, he picked it up, he didn't really understand, but his sister had been teaching him how to read like she was taught at school whenever mother wasn't home. Mother said he doesn't need to be anywhere but with her. She always said he was very special to him and was afraid of losing him. Both of them knew that mother wouldn't like it but surprisingly and to the envy of his sister, he picked it up quite easily, but he returned his attention to the book in his hands, it was called Peter Pan. It was the first book he ever read and it began his hope that somewhere from some far away land, they'd be taken away so they could fight pirates, he thinks Mabel would have fun there, and he'd like to fly and find buried treasure with his sister. He desired it so much, at that moment, Peter Pan was his favorite 's a shame that fantasy can never be reality. By the time they got home, their Mother waited for them at the doorway. He didn't remember what happened then, and his stomach always dropped at the idea of remembering what happened. It's truly a shame that he lives in reality.

I didn't blink as the memory came to me. I only stared at the board as I felt nothing only emptiness and I sighed before placing the chalk on to the table and went downstairs, I didn't realize it but I was hungry , maybe I'll have a cup of tea and eggs with buttered toast, or I'll have some cereal, it's been a while since I had such a simple plan for breakfast.

By the time I finished my meal, the sun was up in the sky, coloring the sky in a mix of oranges and yellows, not a sound could be heard by anyone but my own, and the employees of Stan's estate barely arousing from the magic of the sandman that had put them into their beds and I ignored them as they passed by me as my destination was set, I head back to my sister's and I shared room, and when I entered, my gaze immediately went out to find her, only to meet her gaze back, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, almost identical but different emotions danced through them and a silent agreement was made.

Mabel started quietly, her voice still lingered with desires of sleep, "You never answered my question."

I nodded as I sat down, pressing my palm into my chin as I looked at my sister, contemplating how I should begin before turning my gaze towards the balcony, I didn't let a single emotion pass across my face but disinterest as I watched a bird fly by, "I believe I found the third book."

"Where is it." She demanded, I could tell that she was looking everywhere for a sign of said book before I continued.

"In the hands of a boy, named Gideon Gleeful, he doesn't pose much of a threat, he reminds me of a little mouse, in honesty, the kind of boys you find interest in playing games with, albeit he might be a bit young for your palette." I stated, feeling bored, keeping on my sister's expression from the corner of my eye and a gleam sparkled within her eyes as a broad grin tore her face apart filled with sadistic glee and mischief, it sometimes disturbed me how that smile disturbed me, it sometimes eerily reminded me of Mother's smile and I banished the thought of the woman before adding more to her excitement, "He seems pretty cautious and suspicious of us...so I'd say he won't be as easy to lure in."

"A Challenge? How fun~" She purred, her blue eyes lacked feelings, expressing nothing from her as she stared distantly into nothing before she continued, "Do allow me to meet this Doll..."

I hummed in agreement, prepared to keep an eye on him, on who he interacted with, and I wondered if I should leave it to Wilton to give a report of his movements and I called my sister, "Mabel."

She hummed in response, barely sparing me a glance as she kept her gaze into the invisible thing that caught her attention, filing her nail, in an attempt to repair damage that I didn't notice before that had been done, I raised an eyebrow at it, before letting it drop for now and to question his sister when she's less distracted.

"Send a message to Wilton."

She paused, before she looked at me, "He's no good, We should get rid of him as soon as possible." Mabel replied apathetically, returning her focus on her nail.

I only stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate, and she sighed in annoyance before staring me down and I stared her down back, minutes passed before her shoulders slumped in defeat and a smirk made an attempt at pulling at my lips but I put it into a thin line.

"He's obsessing to the point he's finding people who look like me and killing them." She huffed as she returned her attention back into the air.

I didn't say anything, deciding when his full use will be up, and I sighed before saying, "Then I'll make him useful, even if it means breaking him." I responded, preparing the room to find Wilton, it seems I'll have to fix some things in my data and move my plans up. My sister is one of the most useful assets in the goal that was set and it'll be a shame if I lost her because of a defective tool.

For a moment my mind wandered to the memories that came to my mind earlier and I stopped at the door before looking at the dazed form of my sister, she hasn't been the same since the incident but, "Mabel. I'll deal with it."

I left the room as she barely gave any indication of hearing me. She must've gotten lost into her mind again. I'll have to prepare her medication after talking to Wilton. I really want to go back to sleep. Shame my mind won't let me.

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End Of Chapter 8

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