Either you didn't get the referance, or you don't want to ask anything. So...you can ask me any question about the story and I'll answer it honestly! I need to know this! You say. Okay, here's the answer! I say.
Juniper frowned as she examined her hand. Even when she had power, she had been highly flamable. The difference now was that she couldn't put herself out. Now her fingers weren't expendable, and they were more badly burnt then they had ever been in her seventeen millenia of life. Life as a multidimensional being, that was. With one exception. Juniper shuddered She hated being mortal. It broight back so many horrible memories...No. Best not to dwell on past bad events when even worse ones were to come.
She hoped Olyxian was safe, if he wasn't already dead.
-LINE! I SWEAR, YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE!
Bill Cipher wasn't safe. They were all around him, surrounding him, he couldn't breathe without inhaling them.
Oh, how he hated glitter.
"Shooting St-," he coughed. "-Star, what are you doing?!"
"Bedazzling you!" Mabel said, happier than she had been since Weirdmegeddon.
"Yeah, why?"
"Becau-," Apparently he wasn't the only one absorbing the tiny flecks of shiny plastic. "Because it's fun, silly!"
"Riiight. Fun."
"Yep."
"I feel like this is more glitter then should ever be on a human being through the entirety of their lives."
"Oh, definitely. Now, come with me, and we shall show the world true beauty!"
"True beauty?"
"Well, yeah. Who doesn't like hand turkeys?"
She she pulled him off the couch and dragged him into the kitchen.
Ford, ever the pessimist, followed, barely deterred by Bill's less-then-threatening nature.
Dipper was left in the tv room, still exhausted and unsure of what was actually going on. Mabel's chaotic and rambling explainations did him no good.
He pushed himself up tiredly and stretched. Something was wrong here, he was certain of it.
-LINE! I'M ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE CHAPTER! YOU CAN'T LEAVE YET!
Juinper hummed. She no longer remembered the name of the song, but something about it had always calmed her internal panic.
She heard a rumble. Not any rumble either, the rumble she had grown accustomed to this past week.
The elevator.
She hadn't expected any visitors so soon after she told them she had been the cause of her brother's actions.
She continued humming, louder now, and stood defiantly, though her lehs could barely hold her.
The elevator door opened. And she held her breath.
Please, let it just be questions. Axolotl knows I can't take any more of this torture.
It was Dipper. He truly looked Mabel's twin, what with his curly chestnut hair, upturned nose, and chocolate eyes. But he was slimmer. Juniper's mother would have described his build as being elegant.
She let herself slide down to the floor.
"What do you wish to know, young one?"
"How do you know I want to ask anything?"
His voice was shaky.
"You are the knowlage seeker, are you not?"
"Knowlage- nevermind. Who are you, really?"
"I am Juniper, for the tree. I am, or, was a being of wood, of dreams, of hopes, of everything in between. A being of doorways, of night, of order. Or so I've been told. I could very well have been lied to."
He glared at her suspiciously.
"Why are you here?"
"This is my punishment for raising my dead brother. The universe does not take kindly to the reversal of natural processes."
"Why resurrect Bill?"
Here. Here was where she had to lie.
"What good puppeteer doesn' t fix their favorite puppet?"
She felt like a monster.
By the way, Mabel's hair is curly. Ford says so in the journal.
I don't know why I feel the need to defend that. I just do.