A.J. looked at Mabel, whom was just standing there. Chester looked at her then him before he shrugged. A.J. was about to say something but that's when Mabel was struck back by a bolt of green lightning. A.J. and Chester were instantly freed, seeing that Luigi and Amie had arrived. Luigi picked up the kids as Amie walked over to Mabel, picking up the evil witch.
She threatened, "You gonna mess with my brother's friends?! You are going to mess with me!"
Mabel blew a raspberry as she stated, "You think I'm scared by you? Please! I can out magic you any day, half blood." Amie got angry but pushed Mabel to the ground, using her magic to bind Mabel to the ground. Mabel struggled to get free. She hissed, "Hey, let me out of here!"
Amie pouted sarcastically and told her, "You see, I don't need to out magic you. I might be just a half blood but I know where my loyalty lies." She turned to Luigi and added, "I'll send the kids back to Dimmsdale. You get home to the Mushroom Kingdom."
Luigi asked, "What about you?"
Amie answered, "I'll take the long way."
Luigi nodded, closing his eyes. His entire body disappeared, vanishing back to Mushroom Kingdom. A.J. and Chester were beyond freaked at this point, looking at Amie. She just smiled at them, snapping her fingers. A.J. looked down at his body, seeing that it was glowing with a white light. The genius of Dimmsdale closed his eyes, bracing for anything. But when he awoke, he saw that he was back in Dimmsdale. And next to his pillow was a butterfly plush...
When Mike arrived at the motel, it was nearly dark. He got the information from the clerk on which room "Dave" was staying.
"Thanks," Mike stated.
"May I ask who you are?" The clerk asked, curiously.
"Just his son," Mike answered, walking away.
Mike got to the room, hesitating for a minute. He knocked carefully, keeping his key in his pocket. A few seconds later, the door opened. And there was Dave. His skin was riddle with scars, his face was a scowl, and his eyes looked like they had died years ago. Dave saw Mike standing there, a bit surprised.
"Michael," he stated, a bit too musical for Mike's taste.
"Father," Mike replied, his accent completely British. That's when he saw something that he automatically wished he hadn't. His father's eyes were purple, just like his skin color. Mike felt like throwing up when he smelled his odor. "Oh God..."
The purple guy glared at Michael and replied, "Yeah, we were afraid that you would react like this, Michael Afton. We want that key."
Michael hissed, "What the hell are you talking about?! We?!"
The purple guy smirked darkly as he responded, "You may be able to hide yourself for the past fifteen years, due to your time in Juvie, but we know you Michael. You wanted to clear your family name. But with your last name, no one would touch you. No one would answer your questions. So you decided to hide yourself forever. Taking acting lessons to hide your accent and changing your last name legally. But you can't hide your heritage forever. You can't hide us forever."
Mike huffed, "Dad, why are you acting this way?!"
The purple guy commented, "We are reborn, dear Michael."
Mike got away from the purple guy, as fast as he could.
He stated, "Listen, I don't know what's going on with you, Dad. But you are starting to scare me!"
The purple guy hummed, "Well, good. We want you to be scared, Michael. Things are changing." He lunged at Mike and added, "Now give us that key!"
Mike closed his eyes, bracing for the worst. A gun shot rang out. Mike opened his eyes, seeing that a bullet punctured the purple guy's right shoulder. The purple guy wasn't bleeding but Mike was able to see something that he wished that he didn't. Metal. Mike nearly threw up, seeing Jeremy Fitzgerald standing there with a handgun. Jeremy was Mike's age. He had short and messy black hair with blue highlighted tips, blue eyes, wearing a black hoodie, a black undershirt with a silver skull on it, torn black jeans, a chain on his left side, and white running shoes.
Jeremy hissed, "Hey back off, Dave! That's my friend!"
Mike breathed, his British accent showing, "Jeremy!"
The purple guy turned to Jeremy and stated, "You stay out of this, Fitzgerald."
Jeremy replied, "Sorry, I can't do that Dave. Or should I call you William Afton?"
The purple guy responded, "We haven't been called that in years."
Jeremy raised an eyebrow and asked, "We?"
Mike got over to Jeremy as he answered, "No time to explain, let's get out of here!"
Jeremy nodded in agreement, firing two more shots. They missed but they were enough for Mike and Jeremy to get into Jeremy's Honda. Jeremy drove off as fast as he could, leaving tracks.
Back in London, Jorgen didn't know whether to be worried or in awe. Nacey Cortex - had magic. Pure white magic. Jorgen had a thousand questions but the one burning on his tongue came out first.
He asked, "What's the anti-fairies doing here?"
Nacey perked up at this as she repeated, "Anti-fairies?" That's when she got a good look at Jorgen. Jorgen was back to his fairy state. She paled, covering her mouth in surprise. She asked, "You are a fairy?"
Jorgen looked down as he saw what she did. He paled now, looking at her. He was about to explain when he saw something coming her way.
He yelped, "Look out!"
With that, Jorgen pushed Nacey out of the way. The two fell to the ground as an Anti-Jorgen smirked. He looked at them, going for them again. Nacey saw this, extending her hand.
She chanted, "Bella chime!" As she chanted that, a porthole appeared, sucking Anti-Jorgen into it. The porthole closed, Nacey getting to her feet rather quickly. She added, "I do hope Max doesn't mind me sending a few of these things to the Null Void."
Jorgen got to his feet as he asked, "What's the plan, Nance?"
Nacey answered, "Believe it or not, I don't have one..."
Jorgen groaned, "I had a feeling that you were going to say that..." Nacey grabbed his hand as she started to run from the anti-fairies. Jorgen asked, freaked, "This is your plan?!"
She explained, "We have to get to an empty alleyway and get to N. Sanity Isle. We have to warn my brother."
Jorgen couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he followed regardless. He wanted answers. And to the fact, he had laced his fingers with hers...
After a good long day of rest, Ford finally opened his eyes. He rubbed his eyes, the bedroom a big blur. He reached for his glasses, putting them on. He looked around for Stanley but all he saw was young Dipper.
He asked, "Dipper, wasn't it?"
Dipper was completely flustered as he answered, "W - well, yes. Grunkle Stan asked me to wake you and bring you to the kitchen for breakfast."
Ford was sitting up on the bed and teased, "Stanley cooks? Since when?"
Dipper chuckled nervously as he replied, "Yeah, well, he is a great cook."
Ford walked over to Dipper, who was now shaking in nerves. Ford couldn't help but chuckle. Stanley told him that Dipper was looking for him, since he was in love with Journal 3.
Ford asked, "So Dipper, tell me about this key that you and your sister have?"
Dipper took it out as he showed it to the author, "You mean this key?"
Ford took a good look at it. It looked like a completely normal key. Why would Bill want it?
Ford answered, "Yes, that's it." He knelled down to Dipper's eye level as he added, "I have a feeling that it is tied with the trouble beyond the portal, in one of the multi-dimensions."
Dipper perked up at that and asked, "So that means there is more dimensions than ours?"
Ford nodded as he answered, "Quite. Before Stanley saved me, I had joined a resistance that wants to take Bill Cipher down as bad as I do."
Dipper looked interested but before he could ask, Mabel came over to them.
She asked, "You two coming to breakfast or not?"
Ford teased, "Watch it, young lady, I have an extra finger for tickling."
Mabel shrieked playfully as her and Dipper ran for the kitchen. Ford was behind them, making tickling motions. Stan heard this from the kitchen and chuckled. Dipper and Mabel stopped running. They had noticed that Ford had stopped to catch his breath. They laughed, failing to notice that their key was glowing.
Stan called, "Ya gonna eat or not?"
Mabel hollored, "We're coming Grunkle Stan!"
Dipper chuckled, "Yeah, we can use the food."
Ford nodded in agreement as he teased, "Before I show you the rest of my Journals, like Journal 4."
Dipper squealed, running to the kitchen as fast as he could. Ford couldn't help a smile. After breakfast, Dipper was reading Journal 4 out aloud to Mabel. Stan and Ford were downstairs. Ford showed Stan all of his scars on his chest. Stan was shocked to silence. Ford pulled down his sweater. Before he knew it, Stan hugged him and started to cry. Ford returned it, holding Stan close, near tears himself. Not a word was spoken and there didn't need to be. Both brothers sobbed, letting the silence develop them.
Doc opened his eyes, looking around. He was in a completely empty space, on top of clouds.
"Hey, I see you made it, Doc." A voice stated.
Doc perked up, looking ahead. That's when he saw a man there. He had blonde hair, hazel eyes, wearing a security uniform from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He looked so familiar to Doc, though the inventor didn't know why.
"Do I know you?" Doc finally asked, walking over to the man.
"We met a long time ago." The man confirmed. "When the bite of 83 happened at Freddy's?"
Doc immediately perked up and questioned, "Joe? Joseph McHaels? What are you doing in my dream?"
Joe shrugged as he answered, "To hell if I know, Doc. The only thing I do know is things are starting to unravel. And they are unravelling fast..."
Doc asked, "Why are you concerned about that? Last I heard you were doing a job that didn't exactly guarantee your life."
Joe waved his hands in front of his chest and explained, "Whoa there Doc, I'm dead."
Doc immediately paled as he asked, "Then am I dead too?"
Joe shook his head and answered, "Nah, you were supposed to die the day Timmy lost his fairies in the original timeline." He paused and then rambled, "But you would die when he would be 21 in the never grown up universe..."
Doc rubbed his temples as he interrupted, "Joe, back on the task at hand. What's going on?"
Joe snapped his fingers and replied, "Oh yeah, your sister sent me."
Doc's eyes widen in shock and breathed, "Estelle sent you to my dream?"
Joe nodded as he added, "Yeah, to get a message to Timmy and my little girl, Izzy. You have to warn them that William Afton is one seriously crazy kid murderer. And with Ennard in him now...well..."
Doc noticed that Joe stopped in mid-sentence, as the blonde looked down through the clouds. Doc perked up, looking down too. That's when he saw something that he wasn't expecting. It was the mysterious tenth dimension. Joe seemed to have paled, grabbing Doc's attention.
He asked, "Joe, what's wrong?"
Joe answered, "Crap, they are coming... Anti-Timothy is really calling in the big guns, ain't he...?"
Doc questioned, seeing Joe pacing around, "Who?! Who are the hell are they?!"
Joe told him, "The Evil Twins! If they are coming, they can lead Anti-Timothy straight to Camille's keys. One of which Michael Afton has!"
Doc stated, "Then let me go to Dimmsdale and warn Timmy."
Joe nodded as he replied, "I agree. I can't let this happen. No way! Phone Guy ain't going down yet."
Wishmaker1028: We aren't going down yet either folks! Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!