Chapter 7
I am aware some people were surprised about Robbie being more aggressive than usual and that's only to fuel the storyline. I like how they handled Robbie in the TV show but I'm just changing it to how the story can continue. He may have a moment of redemption in the future but that's still a way away.
(Dipper POV)
"Morse code?" puzzled at how this could be that simple.
"Yeah, every pause is a dash and every beep is a dot." Looking around Have any spare pieces of paper?"
"Not on me" Joining in her search "There should be some upstairs with the copier or Mabel might have some from her drawing frenzies."
"Let's go then." I grabbed the Laptop, leaving Fords part on the table. Wendy led the way as we walked up the stairs in search of paper. "None here dude." Pulling open the Copier exposing the empty paper tray.
"Mabel then." We knocked on the door to the attic only for it to be flung open almost instantly.
"Heyyyy guys." A large toothy smile decorated on her face "So what relationship advice do you need?"
"No Mabel," seeing Wendy smirk out of the corner of my eye "We need a piece of paper."
Mabel looked disappointed for a split second for returning to her lively self. "I can do that" throwing open the door exposing the mess of glitter, pictures and other small Knick naks located everywhere on her side of the room compared to my clean organised side. "Come on in." Wendy strolled right in not even bothered by the obvious mess, while I took my time cautiously avoiding anything that was on the ground, tiptoeing around the room much to Mabel's amusement.
"My room isn't that bad." Mabel said watching as I stepped in a pile of glitter.
"That's because you live in it day in and out, anyway" finally reaching the two girls at the foot of the bed "Got the paper?"
"Yeah," handing me a piece of said paper. Flipping it I gazed at the picture of a brightly coloured unicorn "Sorry 'bout that. Only piece that has a blank side."
I let out a sigh realising the most important discovery this holiday so far would have written on a page with unicorns. "It's better than nothing." Grabbing a pencil off the bed, I handed the two to Wendy, who took it sitting down on the bed.
"Give me a sec to figure it out." Me and Mable sat either side of her and watched as she made specific dots and dashes on the page, only pausing for brief moment to think of how the pattern worked. After a few minutes passed she finally spoke "Got it down." We leaned over and looked at what she had done. Looking at the page still made no sense looking at the code unable to get it. The code seemed to read - ... . - .. ... - .. ... -.-. - - .. -. -. .- -. -.. ... - .. ... ... .. –
"Well now we have got the pattern how do we work it out?" Mabel added growing more and more curious by the second.
"I don't know. I just analysed the pattern, I'm not a hundred percent sure on the lettering."
I turned to face them "Well there is only one thing left to do." Leaving a pause for effect "Only the power of Google can save us now."
Wendy whipped out her phone and had it up moments after, already comparing the two.
"Ok I think I've got it. If I'm right the message says 'THE MIST IS COMING AND SO I SHIT.'"
Me and Mabel looked at each other checking to see if we both heard what she said. "You sure that's right?" I said uneasily "I don't think an ancient message in a laptop would tell us to take a poo."
"Oh wait I missed a Dash my fault." Watching the colour rise in her face. She added in the dash on the end to rectify her mistake "Ok, if everything is right this time, the message is 'THE MIST IS COMING AND SO IS HIM.'" Wendy frowned after reading this "Who is him?"
"What the mist they are talking about?" Mabel questioned pushed further into confusion.
"Maybe we should ask Ford?" I questioned "Maybe he knows what it means."
"Maybe but wouldn't he of told us about this if it had something to do with Bill?"
"Definitely, but what if this is about something else Bill had shown Ford needing him to contain it inside a laptop where no-one could access it?" Mabel ranted not pausing to take a breath.
"Slow down there, sis. It's probably nothing, after all we defeated Bill with the memory gun a while back."
"I guess so…" Mabel looked away, the thought of Bill returning still on her mind. I couldn't help but dwell into the past with her. We nearly lost Stan's memory to beat Bill, no-one wanted to see his return if he still lived.
"If it's him, we'll beat him again" Wendy said confidently from behind us "But you guys are just panicking and stressing over something which you don't know all the details too. Wait for proof. Like you said Bill is dead, he isn't coming back." I smiled at what Wendy said, she was right. Live today like any other day. That dream demon isn't going to harm us. I turned around and gave Wendy a hug.
"You always know just what to say don't you." Smiling at the warmth she gave off.
"I know I'm great. Mabel get in here, let's bring up the mood." Mabel bounced at the opportunity to get involved on the hugs gripping both of us tightly. I couldn't help but smile. The two people I care about most in the world in my arms, letting the feeling run over me.
"Anyway dudes I should probably get going its 6:00 and I'm getting tired." Breaking the hug apart.
"What about our movie night?" I complained disappointed with her not wanting to spend more time with me.
"Sorry man, with all that's happened today my energy has been sapped completely dry. How about we doing something tomorrow. It will be Sunday and the Shacks always closed then, leaving us the entire day together."
"That sounds good then." secretly still disappointed though.
"Cool see you guys tomorrow then." Making a movement to leave before stopping and turning around and kissed me on the check. I froze not expecting that, unable to move as Wendy turned around and made her way downstairs.
"SEE YA!" Mabel called after her excitement clearly visible in her voice. Hearing the distance ding of the bell at the door, she spun around and hugged me. "She really does love you." I pushed her away at arms, length not wanting to be crushed.
"We discussed this already." Getting annoyed at the babyish behaviour she was showing.
"Bro, that's the lack of food talking, I haven't seen you eat all day. How are you still walking as it is?" In reply my stomach let out a roar in agreement.
I let out a sigh of agreement "I guess you are right. For once" I said in a small voice, making my way to the staircase.
"When am I not right?" I couldn't help but snort as we went down stairs together and strolled into the kitchen where Stan and Ford sat at the table digging into dinner while Waddles was devouring his way into.
"Hey kids" Stan said while shovelling food into his mouth "Want some Indian curry?"
"When did you eat curry?" I questioned surprised at the change in junk that usually passed through his stomach.
"Since we visited Vietnam and Thailand. We had to have it in some form at least once a week, and this fella actually began to enjoy it." Slightly proud "I just can't get him to stop eating bacon though."
"And you never will. Mabel might have joined your side because of that pig, but I need a balanced diet of fat and grease."
"Dipper, tell him what you think."
"I'm not getting involved." Raising my hands above my head as I pulled a seat out and sat down pulling a plate towards me.
"Mabel?"
"Nope, as long as he doesn't eat bacon in front of Waddles here," reaching down and rubbing the fat pig who seemed to be oinking in agreement "Who's my best buddie in the whole entire world? You are." Rubbing the cheeks of the pig.
"Thanks." Ford said his voice heavily laced with disappointment hoping we'd have his back.
"Anyway," I said breaking the silence "Ford, you know your old laptop that got smashed a while back?"
"The one that had all the information on what Bill's plan was, how he planned to go through with it and every method to take him down?" I nodded "Nope, don't know what you are on about." Ford just sat there not even bothered for a moment looking at the obvious confusion written on my face before cracking up. "You should have seen the look on your face."
Everyone just sat in silence before Stan spoke up "Anyone know the nearest Mental asylum?" This caused Ford to immediate stop laughing to glare at his brother.
"I'll give you that, but expect vengeance when you least expect it." Stan just shrugged his shoulders and continued eating.
"Ford, your humour is messed up." I had to say.
"Maybe be but better than lazy Susan's. But yeah, I remember that old thing. What about it?" Finishing up on his own dinner.
"Well it started producing a message in Morse code." Ford's eyebrows swept together at the sound of this.
"What do you mean by 'producing a message'?" Ever so slightly, leaning forwards in his chair.
"Well… it made a message. I've got it here." Reaching into my pocket where I placed the paper and pulled it out and handed it to him. Looking at it he just looked confused.
"And… the message told you to draw a unicorn?"
"Flip it over." Letting out a sigh of disbelief. Couldn't the smartest man in the entire state at least have some common sense? I watched his though as he flipped it over and read the message. At this stage, Stan was keenly listening in on the conversation interested in what his brother had to say.
"Dipper. None of my notes had anything on this 'mist'. Are you absolutely sure this came from the computer?"
"Absolutely. The message came out in beeps and pauses. I would never have noticed it if it wasn't for Wendy's knowledge on the topic." Ford actually began to pale at the sound of this.
"That computer was made during the 1980's to preserve and hold important information about Bill and Bill only. At that time there was no technological advancements in the world which would have allowed a simple Laptop to produce an actual proper word on its own without me putting it in there."
"Is it possible you forgot about it?" Mabel said, her usual smiling face one laced with concern.
"My memory is impeccable; I have barely forgotten anything since over the age of twelve." His voice barely more than a whisper at this stage. "If anything made that message, it had to of been an absolute genius or an otherworldly entity."
"You don't mean this could have been Bill or one of his friends?" Stan said panic rising in his voice.
"No, can't have been one of them. Only Bill has the ability to enter our world, and even then it's in dreams only. Plus, he's dead." The confidence coming back him after saying that.
"But what if it was him?" I interrupted fear rising in my voice "What if the only reason the computer was able to pick it up somehow, was because of the connection with Bill? We can't simply rule him out that easily." Turning my back on what I had said to Mabel earlier.
"Dipper, I know how afraid you are but there is no way to resurrect the dead to a point where they are able to return to the same condition as before. Zombies are only shells of their former selves unable to even preform basic activities." Resting a hand on my shoulder.
"I suppose you are right." Looking down at my feet, the entire conversation had fuelled fear and panic in all of us. Maybe it was best to forget the possibility of the dream demon returning.
"Dipper" looked up into the eyes of ford as he made a small smile "May I have the laptop to conduct further research onto what may have caused this?"
"Sure thing" Slightly bummed that he didn't want any of my help in solving this "Its sitting on Mabel's bed."
"Thanks" He stood up out of his chair and walked toward the doorway "If I find anything, you will be the first to know Dipper." I tried to smile as he left the room but couldn't help but feel like I hadn't contributed enough to the mystery as silence fell over the dining room, with the exception of the distant sound of scuffing feet which was Ford making his way upstairs and the scrapes of cutlery.
"Well" Stan said trying to break the tension left in the room "I hear that you and Wendy have been getting busy."
My face flushed as Mabel joined in "They have been SO CUTE; you should have seen them upstairs earlier. She gave him a KISS!" Mabel getting over excited again.
"Well that's swell. Dipper is finally a man now." Said with a genuine sense of kindness "Bad thing I'm going to have to break it up."
"WHAT?!" I shouted. WHYS THAT?" furious at Stan bringing down my fantasy's in an instant.
"Oh you know, can't have staff dating one another. Imagine the public displays of affection." Razing his hands into the air "A respectful establishment like this can't have its name tarnished due to the idea of 'Love'." I stared evil eyes at him until he begins laughing his head off. "Soos was right" he said "Making fun of you is so much fun, with you now dating Wendy and all."
I began to relax as I felt my hands release not realising how tight I had been clenching them. "Ha ha, real funny guys." Grabbing my empty plate and heading to the kitchen.
"Oh Dipper." Mabel trying to do a silly voice to sound like Wendy "I love your flat muscles and shaved legs."
"WENDY DOESN'T SOUND LIKE THAT!" I roared through the doorway "AND I DO HAVE SOME MUSCLES!"
"YOU DIDN'T DENY ABOUT YOUR SMOOTH LEGS THOUGH!" She yelled in reply. I gave up from then on as I heard Mabel and Stan celebrating a victory, as I scraped the remains into the bin before placing it in the sink to be washed tomorrow. I knew it wasn't hygienic and in this place there would probably be mould on it in the morning but I was just too tired to do anything else now. Walking upstairs and went to my room in the attic before stripping down to my underwear and throwing myself into bed. Letting the darkness take me to my own happy place.
(Meanwhile Robbie's POV)
I walked from one wall of his cell to another, furious at the fact that MY parents were actually making him stay the night. They were meant to love me and then they go and avoid tell blubs to let me out tomorrow after paying the bail fee. That little brat Dipper. Stealing my babe for a second time, after all it was because of him Wendy broke up with me in the first place. I wish I could murder him, destroy him and his precious family.
I looked at the concrete wall trying to imagine his smug little face as I threw my hand at it, instantly regretting in doing so as pain rushed through my knuckles as I wrapped them in my shirt with my other hand. I began swearing in pain as I sat on my 'new' bed. After a few minutes I gave up and just lay on my bed and closed my eyes trying to make the night go faster when a voice said "Well Robbie, see that bleeding heart is going well for you."
I leapt out of my bed fists raised "Who said that?" trying not to let my nerves get to me. "Show yourself." Spinning around seeing no-one was there. Was it me or was my cell somehow darker?
"You can't see me. I don't want to be seen yet, but I heard you want to destroy Dipper Pines am I correct." The bodiless voice said seeming to be spinning around me while speaking.
"I can give you a chance to beat the boy till there is little left of him and get the girl of your dreams, IF you are willing to help me."
"What do I have to do?" Excited at the prospect of seeing him suffer, but wary of the voice.
"This is going to fun." A bright light opened up in the room blinding me in light. I screamed as the light turned my vision white but also as information rushed into my head causing my head to begin throbbing in agony. I could feel myself losing consciousness but before I did I was aware of what I needed to do. The being in the light was right. Dipper Pines must die.
The Robbie perspective was a one off just again to fuel the story. I'm trying not to leave anything too obvious when it comes to my master plan, but when it finally comes about you will enjoy it. Had fun but took longer than usual. More Wendip next chapter I promise. I actually love the Morse code translation part. When writing it down I made the mistake which I felt like I must add into the story. Thought it was hilarious in my opinion. Anyway till next time, Peace.
