Authors Notes:
I'm really tired... I'm sorry, I've been focusing on my other story's and nearly forgot about this one. I'll try to post more for it. I don't really know if this story has an end... I hope it dose. For my own sanity... Anyway. A lot of people seem to be interested in this, so I don't want to leave it alone. Thank you all for your reviews, faves, and fallows! I really do appreciate them!
Chapter 4:
Dipper rotated, doing slow cart wheels, with his arms crossed, in the air as he watched Mabel working on something with Waddles. The group had given up on looking for his body. His insistence that it didn't exist on the physical plane anymore starting to sink in. He sighed. Board.
There really wasn't much to do. He didn't see the point in going off and doing his own thing and if he wanted to interact with someone it had to be Mable. He really doubted he could make friends as a disembodied floating talking puppet. As he rolled through the air his eye caught the red of his shirt out of the corner of his eye and it caused his face to twitch just slightly. The vest he'd always liked so much had been really distracting lately for some reason too, and the red of his shirt irritatingly bright against the gray of the rest of the world. It was weird. he never gave his cloths much thought in the past. Though he did like what he wore... or he had liked what he wore. Now he was wanting to change it up a little. Maybe being stuck in the exact same cloths for the past week with no sign of being able to change in sight was getting to him. If only he could change the color of his shirt... to something a little less... catching. Like white. White wouldn't distract him half as much.
He sighed settling next to Mabel. "What are you doing now?"
"I don't know." Mabel mumbled into Waddles head as she hugged him close to her the figurines she'd been messing with scattered all around on the ground. "I was trying to figure out what went wrong. But it's all gobily goop." She looked up to him and blinked. "Nice shirt."
"What?"
Dipper looked down and noticed that his vest and red shirt were gone and in their place was a simple white button up shirt. "Oh... wow. I guess I just have to think about changing cloths to change them. That's kinda neat."
"Really?" Mabel asked. "That's so cool!"
"I guess... but about what you were just saying... Mabel..." Dipper was frowning his face thoughtful before he looked at her seriously. "Nothing really went wrong. We did all we could at the time. If there's anyone to blame it would be me..." He frowned. "It was just a freak thing that Bill tried to take over me like that. He thought he could take advantage of the power surging from the dimensional rift. I'm sure if he'd know what would have happened that he wouldn't have tried to take my body. Now I have his powers and he's gone."
"What?" Mabel asked looking up to Dipper shocked.
"I said... Bill trying to take over me when the Transcendence happened was just a random thing. We couldn't have planned for that."
"Not that! The thing about you having his powers." Mabel said waving her arms.
Dipper blinked clearly confused. "Me having his what now?"
"You just said that you have his powers."
"I did?"
"Of course!" Mabel stood up struck by sudden understanding. "That's it! You have Bill's powers! That's why you shook the table in the kitchen when you got scared! That's why blue flame's fly from you when you get angry!"
"What?" Dipper asked. "Blue flames? Mabel what blue flames?" He didn't get an answer as Mabel took a hold of his hand and dragged him with her.
He held onto his hat as she pulled him into the Mystery Shack. "Grunkel Stan!" She called.
"What are you doing?" Dipper cried.
"I'm going to tell Grunkle Stan what we just found out."
"What?"
"He can help us figure out how to get you back to normal-
"NO!" Dipper said his voice going deep and a bit of a Bill like tone crawling underneath. "I don't trust Stan Pines!" He gasped grabbing his head. "What? No. This is..." Dipper looked to Mabel his eyes as wide and shocked as hers. "Mabel... I know... I know who wrote the journals."
"What?" Mabel looked shocked and confused. "Dipper that's not important now!"
"But it is!" Dipper said practically grinning. "If these random thought... image- things are right... I'm sure the person who wrote the Journals was none other than Grunkel Stan!"
"Grunkel Stan?" Mabel asked.
Said grunkel waked up behind Mable then. "What's up Mabel's?"
"Is it true?" Mabel asked turning to the man. "Did you write the Journals?"
"What?" Stan looked surprised. "Where did you get an idea like that? Of course I didn't write them!"
"Dipper says you did." Mabel said looking suspicions.
Stan looked around as if trying to find an escape before he sighed kneeling as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "No. Kid's it wasn't me."
"But, that can't be right!" Dipper said. "I had seen it... in that thought... memory? Oh god I sound crazy."
"I did know the man who did write them though." Stan said his eyes suddenly said. That got the kid's attention. "So if there's something you're not telling me... because you don't think I'll understand..." Stan scratched his head. "Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I get what's going on more than you might think."
"Well. We think Dipper somehow got Bill Cipher's powers!" Mabel blurted out quickly.
Stan stared at her blankly for a moment. "What now?"
"Well Dipper said that when the trans-whatever happened that there was a rip and some kinda energy that Bill tried to use to take his body but instead Dipper ended up taking Bills powers."
"That sounds... bad." Stan said slowly.
"How bad?" Dipper asked.
Mabel stared at her Grunkle's worried face for a moment. "Grunkle Stan? Can we help Dipper?"
Her Grunkle Stan looked to her with wide and worried eyes. "I don't know." The old man grumbled suddenly looking determined. "But I'll do whatever I can."
Dipper found himself fallowing Mabel who was fallowing a serious Grunkle Stan. "Come on kids..." Grunkle Stan said walking up to the vending machine he pushed a combination of buttons before the whole machine slid to the side revealing a secret passage. Stan shuffled the third journal in his hand looking like he wanted to say something. Finally he just let out a defeated sigh started walking down the steps.
"Whoa!" Mabel gasped surprised her eyes wide as she fallowed.
Dipper just floated with his arms crossed, looking a bit irritated. "You had a whole lab in this secret basement and you never told us."
"I hadn't told you kids about this because I didn't want you guys to get involved. You had promised not to meddle with the super natural... so I thought it was okay..."
"Just like you promised you weren't keeping secrets from us?" Dipper asked.
Mabel bit her lip as Stan talked. "If we want to find a way to bring Dipper back from the Dreamscape, for real, this is the place to look into that."
"Whoa." Mabel said looking at all the machinery.
Stan sat the third journal on the desk with the other two. "With these, I'm sure we can find some way to fix this."
"YOU HAVE THE OTHER JOURNALS?!" Dipper yelled making the ground shake.
Stan noticed and let out a nervous chuckle. "I guess this is a bit surprising..." He said with a slight shrug.
Dipper glared at his grunkle knowing he couldn't really tell the man off, and that irritated him more than he was willing to admit. Mable just stared at her grunkle too surprised to really be angry. After a moment of awkward silence Stan rubbed the back of his neck roughly and cleared his throat. "Well…" He started flipping through the Journal's pages. "Let's get started."