Alright, these spinoffs didn't hit it off immediately like I hoped, but they were still well received.
So here is the next chapter, so we can see how Robbie deals with his situation.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=At the Shack=-=-=-=-=-=
Mabel was helping Gideon, much to the short boy's joy, to the couch as they all walked into the living room. Wendy was planning on how to teach Robbie, while also thinking on what they could use to outfit the rest of them.
They all had been going into the woods, searching for Dipper through the weekend. Robbie had found a sword within a giant rock and had yelled for them to come and see it. When they made it there, they found Robbie goofing off, even painting one of his muffins on the rock.
Robbie was the first to goof around and try to pull the sword from the stone, which worked. What the rest didn't know, was that when Robbie pulled the sword from the stone, it passed a special spell into his right hand, causing a triangle to appear.
Robbie, having expected the sword to not give, wound up flopping off the stone and into Wendy's arms, princess carry. Which Tambry was quick to capture in photo.
Robbie was embarrassed, but it was soon forgotten when a stone rose from in front of the boulder, covered in moss, but had a perfectly circle hole towards the top, like a cubby you would put your shoes in before going to play in the ball pit.
Wendy dropped Robbie and walked over to check it out.
There was some prophecy mumbo jumbo about a hero, a sword, a tunic, and some power source. She didn't pay too much mind to it, other than that the tunic was magically enchanted to protect the wielder of the sword.
Which caused the teens to all chuckle over how Robbie was supposed to wear the tunic. Mabel chose that time to show up, having just got off the phone with her psychic friend that had just informed her of what happened during pioneer day.
So, after Robbie had the tunic shove into his chest, Wendy dragged him off to the town.
And everyone watched that disaster happen.
So now, they were licking their wounds, and planning out how to fix everything, when Stan walked into the room.
"I don't know when my house became the main hub, and I don't like many of you, but if we are talking about weird prophecy crap like you say, then there is only one person I can think of to ask."
Stan pulled a familiar journal from behind him.
Mabel and Gideon gasped. Gideon was the one who pulled a journal from his inside shirt pocket. "So, you had journal one all along?"
Stan stared at the journal marked 2, that Gideon just pulled out. Gideon spoke some more. "I always knew it must have been here, I have been searching for it for the last couple years."
Stan scoffed. "That is nothing compared to the last thirty I spent looking for journals two and three."
Gideon gasped. "Three? There are three journals?"
Mabel went off upstairs, before returning and showing how she had the third. Stan sighed as he shifted his stare between each of them.
"I guess I got a story to tell." Stan waved for them all to follow, as he guided them into the shop, towards the snack machine. The teens stared in shock when Stan opened said machine to reveal a flight of stairs that led to an elevator, which took them further down.
The teens were each doing their best to hold in their excitement as they listened to Stan begin his story.
"I won't go into much detail, because it's family business, but these journals were written by my twin brother, the real Stanford. My real name is Stanley. Thirty years ago, my brother called me here to help him with an issue, we got into a small argument, and he took a step too close to his machine and it sucked him up into another dimension.
I have spent the last thirty years, searching for his hidden journals, so I can rebuild his machine and get him back. But if anyone can fix this whole issue with Dipper, it's him."
The kids were all in shock as they walked into the room and found a giant machine. It was shaped like a triangle, a giant circle that they figured would be where the 'portal' would be if it was on.
Stan stepped up to a desk, opening the first journal to a page near the middle, showing the top of a triangle, as Gideon stepped forward with his own and did the same.
As Mabel opened the one she had, there were notes and scribbles all over where the blueprint was.
Notes that anyone with a level of machinery knowledge would realize were corrections.
Tambry was the only one who did recognize it though, while Gideon and Stan both thought that Dipper, or the Dark Spirit possessing him, had ruined the blueprint in fear of the author.
Tambry had to step up and stop them from panicking, as she explained what all the notes were about, before telling them to back off as she looked over the other two parts of the blueprint.
They were interrupted however, when they heard knocking on the door frame.
They turned around to find Mabel's friends, as well as Priscilla. "I hope you don't mind, we noticed the machine was moved and came down to find you guys."
Stan glared at Nate and Lee, them being the last guys to have come down. "Why didn't you close the door?"
Nate and Lee spent a couple minutes just trying to push the blame on each other, as Candy stepped forward to join Tambry in looking over the blueprints. "We closed it, so there shouldn't be any more surprises. Me and Grenda are both sorry we didn't make it in time to confront your brother with you Mabel, so we came over to check on you, and see how we can help. I have no idea what miss Northwest is doing here."
"I wanted to help, that man killed my husband and kidnapped my daughter."
Stan was the only one who nodded, understanding where the woman was coming from, family is important after all.
Candy and Tambry made quick work of transferring the calculation corrections to the other two parts of the blueprint. It wasn't that hard; Stan could possibly do it without much help.
It barely took them a day, with the teens pitching in to help with the heavy lifting. With Lee, Nate, Robbie, Thompson, Grenda, and Wendy doing the lifting, while Gideon even used his amulet, Stan and Priscilla both were left out of helping.
Mabel wound up going up and getting snacks for break time. Stan was frustrated, because he had spent the last thirty years doing this alone, and in one day, these kids, with the help of just one journal, because Dipper had done such a good job of noting what was needed in just the third journal, that the first and second were just foot notes.
Priscilla had realized how much she had let herself go when she had tried to help.
Stan decided, if he wasn't going to be helpful with the smarts of things, he would go and do something productive.
Priscilla chose to follow the man out, hoping that she could at least help him, what with the teens having the machine to bring the scientist back from wherever he is.
A couple days would pass, Wendy leading Robbie, Grenda, and Tambry through a trip into the woods to retrieve a power source that Dipper noted would be able to power the machine.
Dipper had noted the power source, because the chemical waste that the author used the first time, was noted in the first journal.
And Dipper's notes just outshined the author's at every point, so the teens figured they would go with Dipper's power source.
Which they regrated, when they ran into a little problem.
The crystal they needed, was guarded by a giant snapping turtle, that appeared to have crystals growing from it's shell. Dipper had explained he noticed the crystal on Scuttlebutt Island, not that it was on the back of a deadly looking turtle.
As they reached the island, they expected a small turtle with a crystal shell, that they could just break a piece off of. What they found was a turtle that stood twice as tall as them, with crystals that were sharp enough, they cut the low hanging branches as it crawled through the woods on the island.
Wendy was glad she grabbed a pickaxe along with her regular axe, having expected to need to dig the crystal out of the ground.
Normally, Wendy would have been guided to aid Stan, after she had gotten a couple upgrades. She would have gotten a hammer that could have knocked the turtle for a loop and would have upgraded her sword enough to cut through the crystal to obtain a chunk.
But because Robbie had gotten the sword, the fairies didn't get a chance to give Wendy the journal to guide her to the upgrades and tools.
She could have gotten the boots he crafted for her, that allowed her a short-ranged hover, or the pants that stimulated the muscles in her legs and allowed her to jump fifteen feet into the air safely.
But no, since they had to break away from his script, they did not retrieve his journal from the fairies.
Dipper would later realize, as he fought the 'hero', he wasted so much time creating and setting things up, all to create a grand battle at the end of summer, just for it to go to waste.
Nobody appreciates all the work he put into this scenario.
Wendy, having used Robbie as a distraction, considering the turtle had a weird desire to attack him, this left her to dual wield her axe and pickaxe to break a shard of the crystal off.
It took a couple tries, but after Grenda became annoyed and used Wendy's axe to break a tree down and trap the turtle, they managed to use the sword Robbie had to break off a good-sized chunk.
When Grenda held his arms as if she were helping him learn to golf.
Tambry couldn't take a picture, because at some point, she had to run back when Grenda went hulk on the woods.
This meant, it had been nearly a week and a half before they finished up the portal, all to retrieve the man that Stan said could help save Dipper.
As they turned the machine on, Stan and Priscilla were there as well. Stan wasn't nearly as out of shape as usual, having started to get into shape after he was shoved aside in repairing the portal, hoping beyond hope, that his brother would work with him like they always talked about back in the day.
He even used the journals to fix up some gauntlets for himself, having welded a couple runes onto them from Dipper's journal when the kids weren't using it.
He even managed to fix up a spear, which shockingly enough, Priscilla had asked him for.
Priscilla didn't look much different, though she did clean all the makeup off, allowing her face to not look so much like she had Botox put in every muscle.
As they were activating the portal, Dipper had not sat idly by either.
Over the past week, Dipper had noticed how scared and sad Pacifica was at first, so he had started with showing her their throne room, and how he had made her a crown.
And that was before they started her magic lessons.
Pacifica had started off scared of just being used like her mother was by her father, but she had yet to regret accepting the man's offer of queenhood.
She had expected him to walk into her room and demand her body, only to find him telling her that when she was ready, she could join him in his room. Her room was her safe haven from everything. None were allowed to enter.
Pacifica watched as he altered everything about her family home, letting her decide what happened with all the pictures they found in a hidden room.
He told her he had no care of the Northwest's image, and it was up to her what to do with them.
Pacifica chose to just have them burned. Her family was no longer in power, no need to drag their name further through the mud than it already has been.
The servants were allowed to continue to work there, making slightly better wages even, but they all continued their duties of caring for the now castle.
The main hall, where normally the Northwest Fest was held, now had two thrones at the end, where people were allowed to come and speak with them.
He explained that when people started to bow to him, they would need a place to speak their woes, where he could hear them.
He had to run his kingdom properly after all. He would retrieve the tri-force shard from the hero, make his wish, and when someone wanted to complain, they could just step through his doors.
It was always easier to blast people when they lined up for it.
He explained that he would lend an ear, in order to make sure his kingdom ran properly, but if people wanted to cause a riot, he would make an example of those who questioned him.
Both privately chuckled over nobody being smart enough to argue with his rule. Pacifica would never had thought about it before, but after she had started to actively look for boys that she could date, as a way to get out of whatever her father had planned for her, she did indeed notice how stupid everybody was.
Any guy that appeared smart enough, were the same boys that would have gone off to brag about how she begged to get into their pants.
Said rumors would reach her father, who would have punished her for being a slut.
Pacifica was beginning to enjoy being queen, having been given free reign of everything, she did think her new king, her 'husband' as being his queen implied, would have been a little more restrictive.
But she had never felt more free.
Especially, when he had taught her to tap into her powers, granted to her by the tri-force shard within her.
He had explained that while the shard empowered her, the magic was indeed hers naturally.
She had so much fun during these lessons, learning the fling elements at will, teleport short distances, and even create a barrier.
She was never allowed so much before, and it all came from a man that took her away from the life she always knew, a life she didn't know she truly hated, until he killed her father.
She did eventually join him in his room, having a man with so much power, speak so kindly to you, while speaking of what all you could be, and not what you should be, was something she never had.
It was what she desired in her man, the exact opposite of her father.
So, while Dipper was enjoying his time with his queen, using magic to rearrange the town after he was done with his castle, using the redecoration as lessons for his queen, who took the lessons rather well.
Dipper and Pacifica were painting the town red, in some cases literally.
These trips into town, actually caused the teens to be rather cautious, having seen Dipper force his choice in decoration onto the townsfolk.
Though what Dipper and the hero team didn't realize, was that the town was happier under his rule.
Dipper had freed up the police force by replacing them with his minions, that he created using his dark magic and some DNA from the shapeshifter.
But the cops felt it was for the better, seeing as they no longer had to do anything, they were allowed to chase their dreams, seeing as Dipper created a new currency.
With Dipper using his minions to uphold his rule, everyone got a chance at a new start.
Some took the chance, with Dipper giving each household a chunk of the new currency they were expected to switch to.
And, that small choice, the choice to switch currency for his new world order, was something that allowed everyone to start anew, to chase dreams they had given up on. And that, allowed everyone to see him in a better light.
Dipper was turning into their proper king, with a happy community, that had a medieval coat of paint over the town.
Dipper also forgot how serious these people took things.
Lately, when he went out to alter the town to suit his preference, they were all too happy to let him do his work. He nearly tripped when they cheered for him on his way home.
Apparently, he didn't think about how the town would react to him fixing everything, and from what he could tell, giving them a fresh start.
Wendy and her friends were never around when he left the town, he just showed up, scared people by using some magic, and they would be encouraged to 'save' the town.
But every time he finished; the townsfolk would act as if it was all just a big show. They even made t-shirts and merchandise of him.
Pacifica would laugh and tease him whenever he got back, especially after he did nothing to her after the first time she failed to hold it back.
It actually led to them bonding like a newly wedded couple. Pacifica's favorite thing to do, was for them to float to the ceiling, and dance.
With how much her father wanted to decorate the entrance hall and brag to their guests, there were enough chandeliers up there, it looked like they were dancing in the night sky, surrounded by stars.
Back with Wendy and them though, they were watching as the author calmly stepped through the portal.
And they were greeted with a frustrated man, who turned confused when nothing was blowing up.
"Well, I didn't expect such a reception upon my return, if I ever did make it back. Stanley, what is going on here? Who are all these kids?"
Stan sighed as he explained the whole situation to his brother, every last detail.
Ford sighed as he started to go over the extra notes in his third journal, learning a rather good deal about the young man that found it.
Gideon had tried to introduce himself to the author, several times, only to get the cold shoulder.
Ford had decided to aid them in helping the possessed boy, explaining he felt that it was a demon he knew as Bill Cypher.
They all shrugged, the info they got wasn't so forthcoming with names, so they were willing to except the reasoning.
So, as Ford was talking a little about a weapon he was making, that would get rid of Bill for good, Robbie jumped at the chance to not be the one that has to fight Dipper.
Ford spoke about how his machine would save Dipper, but he would need a little help, because he would only have a single shot with it.
He explained that when the machine hit him, it would drain the boy of all Bill's influence, and destroy the demon once and for all.
Stan and Priscilla both expressed their eagerness to help.
Ford didn't hold back his opinion. "Stan, I am sorry to say, but it would be completely pointless for you to join in on this mission." Ford ignored how his brother lost all happiness frowning over the fact he was just called useless once again.
Priscilla was next to frown in frustration as Ford continued. "And I have met Northwest before, they are not people you can trust to join when things get tough."
Stan and Priscilla both were left behind, as Ford just walked past them as he began to devise a plan to handle everything.
Stan and Priscilla just walked off, both with a look of determination, a look that said they could handle things with or without them.
Even If they all doubted them.
Ford didn't take long to put together his machine, that everyone now realized was a gun, and started to question if this was gonna hurt Dipper. Mabel was the forerunner when asking about how her brother was gonna handle being shot.
Ford reassured them that Dipper would be okay, as long as he got in the proper shot.
And so, Ford led the teens out into town. Robbie would use the master sword, with what Wendy taught him during the past week or so, to fight Dipper, until the boy was pushed into a position so Ford could take the shot.
Robbie stepped up to the castle gates, shouting his challenge.
As the gates opened, Robbie and the others entered, and were met by Dipper and Pacifica sitting on a couple thrones. Dipper's was obviously larger, but Pacifica still had a rather nice one.
Dipper scoffed. "So you come before me, challenging me with nothing new?"
The teens and Ford all figured he mistook the scientist, for his brother, and didn't care enough to count Grenda and Candy as new additions.
Dipper did indeed realize the difference between his grunkles, and realized the idiot was going to try to use his molecular destabilizer on him.
His grunkle planned to kill him, thinking he was possessed by Bill, which means that they didn't have the journal he gave the fairies.
This was going so far off the rails, because now he had to go check on the turtle he created to guard the electro-stabilizers. A pair of guns that were supposed to act as a replacement for the twin hook shots. These being a pair of magnet guns of his own make, powered by the very gems they had to get to help Ford.
Hopefully, they didn't screw up so bad, someone else got the weapon/tools.
Dipper regrets many things now, but he does enjoy this timeline, mainly because he has been able to have many fun, silly, and even romantic memories with Pacifica.
Silver lining and all that.
Now to teach a couple losers for ruining his plotline and throwing his story off the rails.
"So, you all think you just need a week of training, and a gun to beat me?"
Ford frowned at the young man that was laughing in his face. This brought about so much bad memories of his youth. Though he did have a thought on how Stan felt when he shoved his brother aside.
He somewhat felt a bit of guilt for bringing up some bad memories for him, maybe they should talk after he was done here, if his brother was ever going to be willing to talk with him after he does what he must do.
All for the greater good.
Robbie stepped forward. "I have everything I need to handle you now; I will show you the strength of my resolve."
Dipper tried his best to keep a straight face, he really, truly did. But he still burst out laughing. "Where do you come up with these little speeches of yours? They sound like a Saturday morning cartoon spiel."
Robbie growled as he rushed forward, but at least this time he held the sword properly.
Robbie completed a proper swing this time, only for Dipper to step back, dodging the swing, before being punched in the face.
Robbie was knocked back with ease just like last time.
If they had gotten the journal from the fairies, they would have been able to find the shield that would have negated a good chunk of the force behind that punch. He even added some notes about the fairies and the journal in the third journal he left with Mabel, why did they not go retrieve it to help them?
Unless Stan distracted them with the story about the author, and how the man would be able to help save him.
Damnit didn't think of that.
Dipper stepped forward as he stared at Ford, who knew he would dodge the shot without being distracted.
Dipper threw his right-hand outwards, summoning a double-edged blade, that was about five feet in length, a foot shorter than himself.
Robbie regained enough sense to complain. "What the hell? How am I supposed to compete with that?"
Dipper rolled his eyes. "Well, I would normally not mention this, because the heroes I have faced before were all competent enough to pose a proper threat, but since you need so much help. The sword you wield is merely sleeping in a base form. So, since you are too stupid to realize how weak you really are, just give me the Tri-Force shard within you, and just run away like the coward you are."
Robbie was feeling a new level of low, as several of the others also realized that they could have done some research on the sword and this prophecy. The young gang all flinched slightly as they realized they should have gone back and given that stone a proper read. Robbie should have been trying to train through proper combat, getting experience he needed to actually fight against the sorcerer.
The teens were about to retreat, Ford having expressed his desire to still try to take the shot, while Gideon was preparing to drag them all to safety again.
Dipper had to step back as he dodged a punch from Stan.
"Listen up Sixer, get ready to take that shot, because when we pin him down, he ain't gonna stay pinned for long."
Ford was about to ask who Stan was including, not thinking his brother would count Robbie as backup due to how poorly he performed beforehand.
Everyone was answered however, when Dipper brought up his sword to block a spear strike from behind, revealing Priscilla.
"I might be a bit rusty, but there was a reason I was chosen as a prize wife."
Dipper hadn't thought about that, Priscilla was just a pretty face for Preston to show off.
Well, Pacifica had to get her winning genes from someone, and Preston was through and through, a loser.
Dipper had to bring his sword around, scaring both his new opponents back, before raising his left hand to send them packing.
Stan's brand, the one on the back of his shoulder, the one that Ford forced upon him, glowed slightly as he stood in front of Priscilla to keep her from being flung back.
Dipper was slightly surprised over that, so surprised in fact, Stan got a punch in.
Priscilla took this chance to stab him in the side, though Dipper did grab the spear before it got too far in. Stan too this chance to put the boy in a headlock.
And now, Dipper was pinned.
Stan held on tightly, using his own knowledge and skills in boxing, as well as all the things he learned on the streets, to keep the boy from just shaking him off, while Priscilla kept the spear, made with help from the journals, the same one that Stan read through for the past thirty years, as well as the little help from the two he had just started to read.
Dipper was feeling the binding powers of the runes on the spear, as well as the extra effects of the brand on Stan's shoulder, he could feel as they pinned him down, keeping him from accessing his full power.
Well, now he regrets underestimating them. He didn't really want to kill them, Stan was still his favorite grunkle, and Priscilla was Pacifica's mother. As much as he ragged on the woman that married Preston, the woman did indeed try to help her daughter.
One of the reasons why he focused mostly all his hate on Preston.
Ford frowned as he took aim, as the gun charged up, Ford looked on sadly, seeing as he was about to kill both his brother, and his great nephew.
The molecular destabilizer was going to hit Dipper, before sinking deep enough to disintegrate Stan as well.
Ford shed tears as he made the shot.
Only for Pacifica to stand in front of them, raising her hand and creating a blue triangular barrier, one that Dipper taught her.
The reverse barrier.
As the energy came into contact with he barrier, the shot that was supposed to destroy particles, created them as they all began to hear a laugh.
"Hello Gravity Falls, it is good to be back!"
Stan was shocked enough, Dipper was able to flip the man over his shoulder, and right into Priscilla, knocking them both towards the rest of the group.
"What are you doing here, dream demon? This is soon to be my realm."
Ford stood in shock over what he just did, the rest of the kids all looking between the demon and Dipper, correctly figuring this was the demon Ford told them was possessing their friend.
Ford had a lot of explaining to do.
Bill for now however, turned to Dipper. "You look like your having a little trouble there, Gannon my boy. Would you like a hand?"
Bill reached his hand forward as Dipper looked at the blue flames that coated it. As Ford was about to shout about how Bill couldn't be trusted, Dipper laughed, before backhanding the demon away.
Said demon was launched hard enough that he smacked right into Ford.
"You believe some weak little dream demon, that got summoned incorrectly, to the point he is powerless, could help me? With the way you were summoned, your powers were left within the nightmare realm, leaving you as just a floating triangle."
Bill glared at him, before raising his hand and trying, but failing to use his power against him. After failing to do anything, he switched to trying to return to the nightmare realm, only to fail there as well.
"Oh fuck."
Dipper merely laughed, loudly as he spoke. "Such entertainment, as a reward, I will spare you this time."
Dipper raised his right hand, and the gang were dropped into a dark void.
Dipper was still trying to get his chuckles under control, while Pacifica slowly walked over to him, fretting over the new hole in his side.
Dipper showed her that he healed already, before pulling her aside to show his gratitude for her saving him.
Ford, along with his brother, Priscilla, and all the kids that he dragged into that castle, where all dropped into the middle of the woods.
Bill floated around them, wondering how the hell he lost all his powers, and how he fell with these losers.
"Well, I guess I am on your side, because that Pinetree decided to foil my plans with fixing the portal, before little Gannon chose to trample on my generosity to join him."
Bill finally took notice of how everyone was ignoring him as they all started to yell and glare at Ford, mostly because he misled them with his prejudice against Bill.
"Hey, hey, listen to me you idiots."
The teens, all of them all froze at those words. Wendy turned and looked at the triangle. "Say that again."
Bill blinked, being caught off guard over the change in demeaner. "Listen to me you idiots?"
"No, the first three words alone."
"Hey, hey, listen?"
Each teen just groaned before they laid down in the grass, all embarrassed for not noticing the connection sooner.
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Alright, I hope you all are having just as much fun reading this as I am writing it.
Priscilla and Stan vs Gannon Dipper.
That thought alone inspired me to do this chapter, and I seriously wanted people's opinions on it.
So, how did it go? I had a dream of it being more anime style, but I couldn't put the dream into words properly, and it needed to fit into this goofier telling of the story.
When I do the proper one, where Wendy takes the role of Link, I might do a bit more of that fight.
Well, I hope it was enjoyable.