And the gods of writing saw this chapter and said, "What the heck, child. This weakness is trash." And to this I responded in a voice so small, "I know."
No, really though. This chapter is a dissapointment to me.
HEY-O! I'm backish. Sorry it's taken so long, life is a roller coaster of school, depression, and unemployment. So this has taken WAY TOO LONG! And I'm sorry for that. I truly am. Just finished my last final so hopefully stuff will speed up a little bit, but who knows. Anyways, enjoy!And as always, darlings, read and let me know if you have comments, concerns, questions, ideas, or just want to let me know if I made a mistake and I didn't catch it.
Chapter POV Focus: Dipper Gleeful
Dipper waited until he knew for a fact that Mabel and Milah were gone. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he and Gideon were gone as well. He knew he didn't need to worry about dealing with Pacifica, Mabel would eventually see to that herself. Eventually.
What was more important was that lil ol Gideon was dealt with.
They appeared in an old abandoned building located on the outskirts of Gravity Falls. It wasn't very accessible as the area it was located in was closed off due to safety hazards. However, Dipper didn't care one bit about "safety hazards". As far as he was concerned, the only safety hazard that needed to be worried about.
Gideon was still frozen, however, it wasn't fear this time. This time there was a light layer of blue magic holding him in place as Dipper circled him, the rage and fury still brewing like a storm in his eyes.
Suddenly, a grin broke across his face. And he laughed, a sick, twisted, stomach wrenching laugh.
"You know what? I'm not going to do anything to you now. I mean, why?" Dipper started backing up. "Why do anything when I can just leave you here. My magic will wear off in say...oh, about three to four hours." He glanced outside at the sky. "By then it should be nice and dark. Have fun getting home, little old Gideon."
And, in a burst of blue magic, he was back in town walking down the sidewalk. People who saw him coming took not of the scowl etched harshly into his face and quickly crossed the street so as not to cross his path.
Dipper paid no heed to their wariness. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts and emotions. How dare that swine use the Journal as protection. And of all the people and things it had to hit, it just had to hit Milah.
His baby sister. The one he was supposed to look out for. His responsibility. She was the youngest of the three and, even if she hadn't been the sick one when they were children, she was still the youngest which meant she needed protecting. From everything, not just wayward magic spells. From any and all who were unworthy.
Which brought his mind away from Gideon and to Will.
Cipher could never be enough for her. He was made to serve under her. The best he would ever get was to worship the places she had already stepped on. The worthless demon was nothing.
Come to think of it, Dipper realized, no one in this worthless town was good enough for Milah. She was too precious. Too perfect. And the next person who thinks that they're worth her, he thought, well, they'll soon see that they aren't. No one is.
And he would make sure that no complications would arise.
But how?
Dipper thought for a moment.
Then, the answer came to him.
The Journal. Of course. He almost slapped himself. He had the perfect opportunity to take it! It was still with that stupid Pine Tree!
Dipper vanished on the spat and reappeared at the abandoned building only to find both Gideon and the Journal nowhere in sight. What the…
The white haired boy was gone...but how? Dipper knew that, when left unattended, his magic lasted for at least four to five more hours before the spell faded.
A feral growl of anger ripped itself from his throat. Someone had helped his prey escape. He had been frozen. Petrified. There was no way that he would have been able to so much as lift a finger, so any possibility of Gideon having used the Journal to escape was instantly ruled out.
His frustration and rage was clouding his mind, making it harder for him to think clearly. All he could formulate in his mind was that someone-he didn't know who exactly-would pay dearly for this.
He vanished once again, appearing in the foyer of the Gleeful Mansion. It was quiet.
The mansion was dead silent.
Which wasn't highly unusual for, well, any hour of the day.
Casting his magic out, Dipper sensed that all members of the household were present. Stanford was in his study, Mabel was with Milah, and Will...
Wait. Where was Will?
Dipper frowned. How could he not sense that snivelling imp? If anything, Will should have been the easiest to find, what with him being a demon and all.
"Brother dear."
The eldest Gleeful triplet was pulled from his thoughts as Mabel appeared in the doorway. His blue eyes shifted to her and narrowed.
"She's fine," Mabel said. "A little weak, but fine. Her own magic combatted whatever spell it was that you threw at her."
Dipper made a noise in his throat.
"Where's Gideon?" Mabel asked.
"Gone." Dipper snarled.
Mabel lifted an eyebrow, forced calm on her face and fire blazing furiously in her eyes. "Gone? What. Did. You. Do."
"I didn't kill him, if that's what you're insinuating." Dipper scoffed. "Someone helped him escape. Which brings me to my second point. Where's the demon?"
"With Ford." The answer was blunt, leaving no room for objection.
The answer made sense, especially since Dipper was hardly ever able to sense Ford. Had they not shared blood, Dipper was certain that it would be impossible, the Wizard knew more magic than he would ever share with any of the Telepathy Triplets. If Will was with Stanford, it made sense. No one could be sensed when they were in close proximity with him.
Milah was still in her room. His magic told her that she had not moved since Mabel left her.
"What's Milah doing?"
"She was tired when I left her, so she might be asleep." Mabel's voice softened upon mention of the youngest. Dipper was not the only one who cared deeply for her.
Dipper nodded and strode past Mabel towards his sister's room. He would just check on her. Mabel would hardly be able to tell if there was something wrong with her. Each person's magic was different. A fact which Mabel constantly overlooked.
As he strode down the hallway, he thought back to his dillemma.
He had to get Pines' journal. It was the only way to completely bend Cipher to his will and force him to stay away from his sister. He wasn't enough.
No one was.
He quickly checked on Milah, noting that she was in fact asleep and unharmed.
Then he vanished into his own room to begin a plan on how to retrieve the Journal.
If it seems broken that's probably due to the fact that it took over two months to complete…. Yeesh.