A/N: And heeeere's Chapter One! I decided to upload it two days early.
Roles
Bill Cipher and Mabel: Me
Stanley and Dipper: Ace
Darkening Souls
Chapter One: Start of Darkness
Mabel opened her eyes all the way, sat up, stretching and yawning loudly. She was sure today was going to go well, but then noticed that Dipper wasn't in bed with her. She shouted, concerned, "Bro-bro?!"
Dipper snored on the floor, as if answering her. Mabel frowned slightly, "Well... at least he's sleeping peacefully... I think..." and she got out of bed and took a closer look.
Her brother had his face on the ground, so it was impossible to tell. But the knife next to him was saying something. Mabel was quite alarmed, and she inspected the knife. It didn't have any blood on it, thankfully, but it didn't match the other forks and knives in Dipper's bag.
"Huh.. strange... could Bill have...?" she then looked around the room, narrowing her eyes, and then settled her gaze back on the knife. She was about to dismiss the thought, but she then saw, with much closer inspection, that the blade ended with a little triangle. And it was probably cursed, for all she knew. She gasped, dropping the knife, "Bill Cipher..." when she finally put it all together, "but... but..."
Dipper twitched and muttered something in his sleep, snapping Mabel out of her thoughts. She returned her focus on him and very carefully rolled him onto his back. He couldn't possibly be comfortable like that. Now, Mabel could finally get a look at his face, and he looked quite distressed, even as he slept. Twitching, shaking, shivering. Of course, the floor was cold. And he was on the floor right now.
His sister then picked him up and set him on his bed, lips pursed. Hopefully this would warm him up. Elsewhere, Bill's finger, glowing a much darker black than should be possible, touched the tip of the soul, turning that part black. He grinned and chuckled. Dipper's eyes suddenly opened and they were a tiny bit yellow. They held Mabel in their sights, and the first thought he had was to tell her what occurred.
"Hey, Mabel! you won't believe what just happened!"
Mabel barely noticed his eyes, smiling that he was finally awake, and responded, "Oh? what happened?"
"You were wrong," he looked worried when her eyes widened, "Bill came back. He tried to make me kill you... I... I had to sacrifice something..."
Mabel gasped, "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! w...what did you sacrifice?"
"My soul. But it's alright. You're not dead, I'm not dead. It's not like he can do anything with it, right? and now you're protected forever from him..." Dipper yawned, looking entirely nonchalant.
His sister, however, looked at him like he grew a second head, and it was silent for a while. Until...
"You did... WHAT?!"
"I sold my soul to save you, Mabel!" he exclaimed, and then sighed, getting off the bed and walking over, "he was gonna force me to kill you... I did what I had to..." he picked up that knife he dropped and began spinning it between his fingers.
She sighed, "Well... alright..."
"All that matters is that you're safe now," he hugged her tightly.
Mabel hugged him back tightly, smiling softly, "Yeah..."
He yawned again, "I'm gonna be asleep for today. Night," and he got back into bed and bundled himself up in the covers, the knife still in his hand.
Mabel frowned, having wanted to spend the day with her brother, but nonetheless accepted it. He needed the sleep after all.
"Alright... night.. I'll just... um... go have breakfast and save some for you..." and then she went downstairs, but not before she looked at Dipper, forlornly, for one last time.
Dipper thought about recent events. He pulled the knife to his line of sight and looked at it, wondering why he couldn't seem to keep it away from him. Elsewhere, Bill grinned, still cradling the slightly corrupted soul to his chest, "Hehe, this plan is fool-proof... nothing should stop me..."
The boy jabbed it into the wall, angry, "Someday you'll pay for messing with my sister and I," and he glared at the end of the knife, and turned away from it. To the bright light coming through the window. The morning seemed peaceful. As if nothing bad happened or would happen at all. He sighed, sleepy, yawned, and finally drifted off once more. His dreamscape seemed peaceful... if only for the moment.
The dream began to take shape, forming into his and Mabel's bedroom. Dipper looked around, getting out of bed and standing up. He soon saw Mabel was sleeping in her own bed, serene. He sat down, eyes still on Mabel and with a small, relieved smile on his face, It was all just a dream, wasn't it?
Mabel shifted slightly in her bed.
Dipper frowned, "Mabel?"
He soon heard a familiar laugh, and a familiar voice vibrated in his head, You really thought that was a dream? boy, are you funny!
Wishful thinking... Dipper furrowed his brow, "You already got what you wanted! why won't you leave me alone?!"
Bill merely laughed, it echoing in his head.
"Just leave me and my family alone!" Dipper yelled, plugging his ears.
That won't work... I'm in your head... and what makes you think I'll do that?
Mabel shifted again. Dipper noticed this, but called no attention to it, as he looked around the room for him.
"I'm just sick of your games, Cipher. Tell me what you want!"
I want absolutely nothing... I mean, I have your soul. What more could I possibly want...? hehe, oh, yeah! your suffering! Bill cackled.
"Well, make me suffer already!" Dipper cried, upset.
"Oh, but you already are... don't you see...?"Bill materialized in front of Dipper, watching his soul, grinning as the rest of it started to become a grayish color, slowly but surely.
"Stop that! I don't know what you're doing, but I don't like it!" he was freaking out again. Bill said nothing in reply, but Dipper saw the smirk still on his eye. He was upset even more, "Why are you even doing that?"
"Heh... you're smart enough..." was Bill's only answer.
Dipper took a deep breath, Wait... this is a dream. Bill can't appear in reality. So... and then he started floating, level with Bill, "Stop acting like you're so high and mighty! you don't even exist in the real world!"
The triangle's grin grew even more monstrous as he made the soul disappear back into his mindscape.
"Like, really, who do you think you are?" Dipper glared fiercely.
"Why must you even ask?" Bill laughed.
"You've messed with my family more than enough. You've messed with me more than enough!" he jumped to tackle Bill.
Bad move. The demon merely "swallowed" him, similar to Mabel's temporary fate.
I should've expected this, the boy sighed.
Bill, after looking at a stop watch he conjured up for several seconds, then spit him back out, grinning, "Definitely!"
Dipper glared at Bill once he rose to his feet, silently. The golden isosceles monster matched the glare. Meanwhile, back in the real world, Mabel had just finished her breakfast, and, as she had promised, saved some for Dipper. Stan walked in, reading a newspaper, "Hey, kiddo. You seen Dipper around lately? I need to have a talk with you kids..."
"He's upstairs sleeping..." she frowned. "He didn't look too good though..."
"Something bothering you, pumpkin?" he put the paper down, noticing she seemed deflated.
"Yeah... it's just.. Dipper's sad... and it's making me sad..."
"D'ya know why?" Stan pulled out a chair and sat in it.
"No... but he kept going on about nightmares and Bill..." she sighed.
"Bill?" Stan raised an eyebrow, "who's that?"
"Some evil triangle out to get us..." she explained sadly.
"Ah. And do you know why?"
"We don't... that's the thing... he seems to be doing this for fun..."
"Well, he won't mess with my family anymore," Stan stood up, eyebrows furrowing. "Where is he?"
"That's also the thing... he seems.. non-corporeal..." she pursed her lips, not sure if she said it right, "is that how you say it?"
"You mean he's not real?" Stan raised an eyebrow, "or he's hiding?"
"Oh, he's real, all right... it's just he doesn't have an anchor to this world..."
Stan was really confused, scratching at his head, "So I can't hurt him is what you're saying."
"Basically.." she frowned even more, setting her head on the table.
"Then how do you know he exists?" Stan was trying to wrap his head around it, sitting down again.
"Because we fought him... y'know that Sock Opera deal?" and she began telling him all about it, not waiting for an answer.
"Oh... so he's some sort of demon?" he scratched his chin thoughtfully. Might have been what Poindexter was afraid of...
"Yep... a demonic triangle... who just won't leave us alone..."
"Well, there isn't anything I can do to stop him, is there?"
"Unless you dreamed of him, I doubt it..."
"Nope," he suddenly declined, "Dip really just needs to face his fear and beat him. But right now... we really gotta talk," he glanced at his watch, which was counting down.
"Alright... I'll go back up and wake him..." and then she got up from the chair and headed back upstairs. Dipper was still fast asleep, however uneasy.
"Just let me dream in peace. For one last time," he demanded, staring at Bill.
"Really now? you're funny!" he cackled.
"I'm funny? look at you! you're a freaking triangle!"
"Hahha! stop being so shapist, alright? and fine... I'll let you have a peaceful dream," Bill relented, and then snapped his fingers, turning the dream into a library.
Dipper sighed, "Thank you..." he couldn't quite get his head around why Bill had said yes. Maybe calling him a triangle was his weakness. But that was just a shot in the air. The twins had called him a triangle many times before, but it didn't seem to have an impact on how he treated them. The boy eventually shrugged. Bill grinned deviously, and then teleported away.
Dipper began to look around, content with such a boring dream. He picked up a book from a shelf he was nearby, smiling slightly, "Least that guy is gone for now..."
And suddenly, he heard, "DIP-DOP! TIME TO WAKE UP!" and the dream shattered.
Dipper's eyes opened. He suddenly realized why Bill left so easily. He frowned and sat up, "Mabel! I was trying to get some sleep!"
He looked a little more rested, less bags under his eyes. But his eyes were now a very noticeable off-white, almost a soft yellow. Mabel raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't say anything about this. Instead, she apologized, "Sorry, bro-bro... but Grunkle Stan wants us both downstairs... I think it's urgent." She completely forgot about the fact that she saved breakfast for him in her rush.
"Well, let's go," and he took off out of bed and seemed to be even faster than Mabel. He got downstairs, wheezing a little.
Mabel soon was by his side, lips pursed, "You okay, Dipper?"
"I... I don't know," he said, regaining his composure. "Bill was there again."
"Enough about Bill! you need to punch him in the face!" Stan had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
"Stan, he's a triangle. He doesn't have a face," Dipper reasoned.
"LEFT HOOK HIM IN THE FACE!" Stan bellowed.
Mabel chuckled a little bit, regaining some of her happiness, and fist-pumped once, "Yeah!"
"Grunkle Stan, what was it you wanted to talk with us about?" asked Dipper, knowing it was better just to move on with him, and walked over to the table and sat down.
"Er... kids... well, I... I, er..." he looked uneasy, his anger forgotten.
Mabel looked up at him, eyes sparkling. She was eager to hear what Stan had to say, and was ready for whatever outcome, pleasant or unpleasant.
"You guys may think you know the weirdest secrets in Gravity Falls. Facts are, you don't," Stan was stalling. Can't think of any good way to say this...
"What are you saying?" Dipper raised an eyebrow.
"Really, Grunkle?" her eyebrows rose.
Suddenly, Dipper felt a twinge of something incredibly wrong. Dipper frowned, trying to ignore the feeling.
"Uh, so, uh... there's this thing. Big thing. Really big thing," he stumbled over his words, and thought, Great job, Stanley! you're explaining this perfectly! he was sweating, still unsure of how to say it.
"Okay, what is it?" Dipper urged him on.
"Yeah! what is it, Grunkle Stan? I'm chomping at the bits here!"
"It's... well, I'm not quite sure what it is. But it's been there for thirty years," Stan tried. He really did try.
Dipper felt the twinge again, only much stronger than before. If he was awake enough, the pieces would have started clicking in his brain. Unfortunately, he had only one hour of sleep in thirty hours total. He was beat, only awake by the small power he didn't know he had—and was receiving. Once again, he attempted to ignore it.
"Thirty years?" Mabel clasped her hands together, deeply intrigued.
And it occurred again, feeling like a punch in the mental gut. Dipper stood up.
"I have to go to the bathroom," he declared, and began to walk away. I really should take some Advil... and get Mabel to make me that dreamcatcher...
Stan sighed, looking at Mabel, "I suppose I could just tell you and you could explain it to him."
"Alright! I'll try my best, Grunkle Stan!" she grinned, trying to hide her worry for her brother. Dipper went into the kitchen and searched for the medicine cabinet.
"So, as I was saying... you know what? it'd be easier to start from the beginning," Stan sighed.
Mabel sat back down at the dining table, hands folded like a behaved student. She had the biggest smile on her face as she stared up at her Grunkle, ready to hear this tale. Stanley began to tell it, and Mabel listened intently.
Dipper soon found the bottle of Advil, but unfortunately it was empty. He grunted.
"STAAAAAN! WE NEED SOME MORE ADVIL!" he shouted.
Mabel frowned slightly, sad that the story was interrupted. Stan had just gotten to the part about the science project.
"Dipper! I'm trying to tell my life's story!" he shouted back at him.
Dipper sighed and walked back in, "Seriously, though, I have a headache and I need something for it."
Mabel pulled ingredients and a blender out of seemingly nowhere, quickly whipped up some Mabel Juice, and handed it to him, smiling, "Try this..."
Her brother glanced at it, "You spiked it with plastic dinosaurs..." and, after he plucked them out, he began to down it anyway.
She giggled, "Yeah, I did, bro! how's it going for your head?"
"Eh, I dunno. Bill's probably just messing with me again. Like he always does," he sighed and finished his drink. He placed it upside down. Stan watched them quietly.
"Yeah.. he probably is..." she pursed her lips. She wished she could help him.
"I think I'll go take a walk," he walked out the door without another word, forsaking his breakfast. Mabel sighed, deflated once more. She set her head on the table.
Stan glanced at her, "Hey, cheer up. He'll be fine in no time."
"How can you be so sure, Grunkle...?" she looked up at him sadly.
"Because you're siblings. And siblings always get along, in the end..." Stan then inwardly sighed as he thought, At least, I hope they do...
A/N: Whoop, there it is! I hope you enjoyed, and if you have the time drop a review down. I love those things, and they'll encourage me to upload these pre-written chapters faster. X3 Like once a week or twice a week faster. And that's it from me for today. Ciao!