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Eleven- Final Lap
Ranger Galen McGucket looked out one of the closed windows of the station. He and his few fellows on shift had managed to corral everyone in the nearby area into the building. Whatever was happening was serious and it was their job to keep the regular people safe and sound- even if it meant crowding them into a small ranger station.
He felt a shiver run down his spine, he remembered the last time something similar had occurred in Gravity Falls.
Thirty years ago…
"Hey Galen?"
"Yeah?" He turned to his fellow ranger Hector Gonzales. The other wore a concerned expression.
"Well, me and the boys have everything pretty much under control here. In case you want to go out and find your dad. The rest of us have been in contact with our folks but you…"
He trailed off, the other understood why.
Ranger McGucket had been the only one to not say anything about his family. To say any worry of his father. He nodded to his friend.
"It's alright Hector. My place is here, with you and the folks in our care. My dad is where he wants to be. When this is over, I will go to see if he is alright. Until then, I'll stay here."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure,"
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Stanford Pines growled as he rolled across the floor. Avoiding a blast of energy from one Gideon Gleeful by a hair's breathe of space. He had to stop him, or at least keep the nearly possessed ankle biter busy.
Give the kids and a chance to shut the fucking portal down.
Being a moving target was his best bet.
It was almost like old times. All he was missing was his knuckle dusters.
They should have unplugged the machine the night before. They should have begun to dismantle it.
He should really move his ass if he didn't want to risk dying.
Or at least major injury.
With another dodge Stanford avoided a ball of orange magic, it was so close that the smell of it burned his nostrils. His shoulder was on fire, his tattoo burning red hot in warning.
Even so he kept a grin on his face and jeered,
"That all ya got small fry?"
"I'll show you Stanford Pines! I'll show you what happens to those who provoke me!"
Gideon Gleeful was drunk on madness and magical power, he was burning hot and he was loving it!
He raised his hand and with it sent out a long arch of power.
Soos dropped himself over the crouching Dipper and Mabel as it passed by. The three of them were only feet away from the shutdown button. So close yet so far away.
And with so little time left.
With determination Dipper made his way forward, Mabel not too far behind. Soos continued to act as their cover.
None of them noticed one Fiddelford McGucket as he moved about the background.
He had made the deal, but he didn't intend to keep it. Whether Bill knew or expected it, he didn't know. But the triangle had looked satisfied as they shook hands.
An idea had come to the old man, a risky one. Fiddleford patted the pocket where he had temporarily stuck the necklace Stanford had given him.
Good thing they had set some things up the night before.
He only needed to be at the right place at the right time. And as long as no one directed their attention at him, it would work.
He doubted they would.
Another anomaly occurred, as the last few seconds on the clock counted down feet left the ground.
Rocks floated and people flew.
Stan gave a roar as he shot forward and slammed his body into Gideon's, taking advantage of the mad boy's going into a massive laughing fit and surprising him. They struggled as they battled in the air.
The kid was strong, as strong as an adult! Even stronger! Fueled as he was by darker power. He raged and his hands flared with magic. But they didn't hurt Stan. Not really. Fucked up his suit though.
Mabel and Dipper gave a small cheer as they neared their target, small outstretched hands ready to grab on and avert destruction. They let out twin sounds of surprise as they were suddenly, and rather gently yet firmly, pushed away.
They watched as Fiddleford grabbed on to the button podium and looked at the clock.
Timing was everything. He had to be ready.
Another surge occurred and everyone was pushed to the far wall. Save Fiddleford and Mabel, who had managed to grab on to the connecting cable.
Gideon and Stan broke apart, the small boy gave a small groan as he was smacked against the wall.
None of them noticed one Stanley Pines quietly returning to consciousness, he quickly took everything in despite his disorientation. He tried to yell out, to make any sort of noise. But his mouth and throat would not yet work properly. His mind was waking up, but his body was taking a bit longer to recover.
"Grunkle Fiddleford! Press the button!" Yelled Dipper.
"Fidds hurry!" Agreed Stanford from not too far away.
Fiddleford looked over to his lover and gave a small, sad frown his way.
"I'm sorry Stanford."
"What?" The question came out of Stan shocked, and despairing.
Gideon watched, a small evil grin beginning to grow on his face as he watched things develop.
This looked interesting…
Dipper looked over at the man he had begun to mistrust, confusion and fear traced the deep lines of Stan's wrinkled face. He turned his attention back to Fiddleford, who looked like a man that had signed his own death warrant.
"Fiddleford what are you doing?!" Asked Stan desperately.
This couldn't be happening.
"The only thing I can!" Answered Fiddleford just as distraughtly.
Mabel looked on from her own position and then started making her way forward. She grabbed on to the podium and raised her hand to press the button.
"Do it Mabel! Shut it down!" Yelled Dipper.
Mabel began to bring down her hand, but Fiddleford grabbed her deftly from around the wrist.
"Not yet." He said quietly.
Tears began to leak from her eyes as she looked at him.
"Why? W-wha-"
"Honey, you're just gonna have ta trust me on this." Said Fiddleford quickly as he let go of her; he then pulled out the protective necklace Stanford had given him and threw it over Mabel's neck.
She gazed down at it in confusion for a second before looking back up at him.
Mabel sniffled, "I-I don't understand!"
"You will." Said Fiddleford as he prepared himself.
He looked over at Stanford and yelled, "Man down in the pale moonlight!"
Both his and Stanley's eyes widened at hearing those words.
Their meaning was crystal clear.
Fiddleford then brought down his hand just as the clock hit zero. The two commands of activation and shut down surged through the machine, overloading it more than it already would have been.
A great white light filled the room as everyone and everything was knocked about during the last –and strongest-anomaly.
Twin screams of rage could be heard within the minds of all the humans present.
Things were not going exactly according to plan for two triangle demons.
Fiddleford felt himself leave his body as something else was thrown into it from the portal.
As the final anomaly ended everyone fell to the floor. Groans and moans could be heard, no one landed well.
Stanford and Dipper were the first to recover. Both looked over to the portal, it had broken apart after reaching maximum power. The bright circle of colors that revealed the world of stars slowed and then dissipated as the machine containing it lost power. They watched as Fiddleford's body slowly got up from its prone position on the floor.
"Grunkle Fiddleford?" Asked Dipper.
"I don't think so." Answered Stan.
The figure turned to them and a truly inhuman expression graced Fiddleford McGucket's face. One of true manic happiness and frustration. A terrible laugh escaped his throat, his voice quickly began to take on a strange falsetto. Getting high in pitch.
"You aren't wrong! Ugh, this is the completely wrong vessel but all the same. Nice to meet you all!"
"W-who are you?" Asked Mabel, she unconsciously griped the pendant around her neck.
The demon grinned menacingly and said "I'm Maya Enigma. And I will be your destruction."
"Not if I have anything to say about it!"
Everyone turned to see an exhausted Stanley, who had managed to make his way over unnoticed. He let out a roar and tackled the possessed man before him. The two fell to the floor heavily.
"What the- who is that?!" Asked Dipper in astonishment.
"My brother." Answered Stan as he got up.
"'Ford!" Yelled out Stanley as he managed to get the demoness into a headlock, though the struggle to keep it was obvious.
"Right!" Stanford sprang into action.
Maya growled through Fiddleford's mouth, frustrated by the weakness of her current body.
"Gideon!" She yelled out as she struggled and almost succeeded in throwing Stanley off.
The child had the majority of her power at the moment, she needed his aid to escape.
Gideon let out a laugh as he raised himself from the floor.
"On my way!"
Stanford noticed this and turned his attention to his handyman.
"Soos, get a broom and handle him! And protect the kids!"
The young man only hesitated a moment before getting to work. Whatever was happening he would protect Mabel and Dipper, and right now that indeed meant doing as asked and stopping Gideon. He grabbed the cleaning implement and charged the small child.
He managed to thwack him in the face just as Gideon began to conjure up something.
Dipper and Mabel sat motionless as they watched all of this, trying to process what was happening. They looked on as what appeared to be a younger version of Stan barely manage to keep the possessed Fiddleford down.
For his part the former hobo watched all of this with apprehension. He floated not too far away, stuck on the intangible plane while his body was otherwise occupied. He hoped the boys could manage, Fiddleford kept looking about but saw no signs of Bill. Though he could feel that the entity was nearby.
Stanford made his way over, a stick of black chalk and a jar covered in symbols in his hands. When he neared Stanley maneuvered so that fiddleford's body was atop his, exposing the chest.
"Gideon! Ugh! I will turn your skulls into a set of matching drinking cups!" Yelled out Maya through the old man's lips.
The small Gleeful boy let out a roar as he pushed Soos out of his way with a blast of power, he knocked the handyman into some nearby machinery and the young man crumpled to the ground with a groan. The singed broom in his possession flew over and landed near Dipper and Mabel.
Without thought the girl grabbed it and got up. Gideon barely made it a few feet before he had to dodge a swing. He growled as he saw his new opponent.
"Do not provoke me! I will destroy you if pushed Mabel my dear."
"Bring it on you jerk!" Yelled the girl, brandishing her weapon bravely.
Gideon growled and raised his hands, magic filling them. But he grew distracted as a skinny arm wrapped itself around his neck. Dipper grunted as he got a grip on the smaller boy. He gave a tired grin at Mabel, who returned it.
Fiddleford watched this all, cheering them on. He turned his attention to the boys and saw that Stanford was almost ready. He had finished writing a special symbol on his hand- the one on the same side of his tattoo- and was now ripping open the dress shirt and under shirt on the smaller man's body.
With a loud yell of a few archaic words Stanford slapped his hand down on Fiddleford's bare chest.
Maya let out a yell of anguish and the body she occupied began to convulse.
Stanfrod kept his hand on her and recited more words. Stanley joined him, their combined voices causing the demoness more pain.
Gideon roared and fought harder. Dipper tightened his grip and Mabel hit him with the broom.
Soos began to come around.
Finally Stanford picked up the jar he had brought over and opened with his free hand, with practiced movements he replaced his marked hand with that of the jar on Fiddleford's chest. The anguished screams increased as the creature within was pulled out and into the jar.
What looked like orange smoke began to fill the special container.
The more the jar filled the more tired and weak Gideon became. Soon enough he collapsed to the ground, out of breath and out of energy.
When the jar was full Stanford quickly grabbed the lip and closed it tightly. He wrote a final symbol on the top with the chalk and said a final word. The thing within moved but the jar held.
Fiddleford quickly returned to his body. He groaned as he felt the aches and pains the struggle had left him with.
"Fidds!"
Stanley relinquished the smaller man into the eager hold of his brother. Stanford held Fiddleford close.
"What were you thinking?!" He asked hoarsely into Fiddleford's sparse hair.
"I had ta try somethin'." Came the tired reply at his neck.
Everyone watched the scene for a moment.
"Okay, who else is entirely confused?" Asked Soos with a small, awkward laugh.