Chapter 10

Disclaimer: Alex Hirsch owns Gravity Falls, not me. Also, warning for this chapter is that it involves a bit heavier cursing than usual and some abuse around the beginning.

Though Stan had doubts about Mabel and Dipper being correct about Gideon Gleeful being in danger, he had no problem breaking into the Gleeful residence if it meant calming the two down. His great-niece had just about sprinted to the gate surrounding the front door the moment they arrived, and she had threw it open. He nearly tripped, in order to catch the gate before it fully closed, to halt the rattling sound it would of released. Mabel hadn't noticed, wringing her wrists as she anxiously stared at the front door. He reached into his pants pocket and removed the lock picks he had brought with him from the Shack. As he jimmied the lock, Mabel began shake him and tell him to hurry up in a hushed whisper. "If you keep shaking me like that, it's gonna take longer for me to actually open this."

She immediately ceased doing so and was quiet as he finished. When he was finally able to unlock the it, she nearly shoved him over and began to rush in. He grasped the collar of her nightgown, halting her. "If we're gonna break in, I'm going first, ok?"

"But, bu-!"

"Not gonna argue this," He informed her, entering first. Honestly, the reason he was entering first was that a grim part of him told him something hazardous was occurring. And he rather it happened to him, than his great-niece. Mabel trailed behind him, wide eyes twitching about in what he supposed was anticipation. He peeked into the living, finding it to be empty, when she released a gasp. He looked down at her. Her tiny hands covered her eyes and she taking slow breathes. "Mabel?"

She looked up at him, fear present in her chocolate eyes. Her eyes flickered behind him and she pointed. "Grunkle Stan; there's a light."

He rotating, seeing a door with light leaking out from beneath. He frowned. If he remembered correctly, that was the 10-year-old's room. Why he was up at 4AM, was a mystery to him, but his gut told him the hazard was in there. Stan approached the room with caution, listening as a voice angrily hissed. He looked to side,witnessing Mabel with her eyes squeezed shut. Her eyes snapped open so quickly, Stan was surprised when and she went past him, thrusting the door open. Oh, shit. Stan was immediately by her side, hoping to protect her. All he could do though, was freeze at the sight before him. Though the man's back was all that was seen, Stan knew it was Bud Gleeful. And he was lifting his leg up. About to stomp on battered and bleeding Gideon Gleeful. Mabel screamed a moment later, rushing forward. "NO!"

She threw herself at the man's back, yet he didn't even budge an inch. Bud twisted his body, glaring down menacingly at the preteen. Mabel's eyes teared up as she pounded with her fists on his thick back. "IT WAS YOU I SAW! YOU'RE THE MONSTER I SAW! THE MONSTER HURTING GIDEON!"

Double shit. Stan needed to get control of this situation. He had never actually witnessed a, typically, calm Bud Gleeful this pissed off this before. "Bu-"

Before he could get a word out though, Bud whipped around and back handed her across the face so hard, that she fell onto her bottom with a cry. "Stay out of this, you little shit!"

Stan saw scarlet in his vision and he punched the man in the face. He stumbled back into his son, who screamed as Bud ran into him. Stan froze up for a moment at the screaming, and that was enough for Bud to be on him in a instant, pushing him up against the wall. Without any hesitation, he was bashing his fist into Stan's face. It was sloppy, but enough to sting and to make his glasses fall off of his face. Luckily, they hadn't broke. Unluckily, he couldn't see as well. Triple shit. The blur of Bud's fist came in for another strike, but Stan ducked and tackled him by wrapping his arms around the man's thick waist. He pulled away when they moved a few feet and swiftly backed away. Stan plucked up his glasses quickly and placed them back onto his face. "What the hell is going on, Gleeful?! Why does your son look like that?!"

The child had blood caked on his face and dripping down his chin, stemming from his nose. One of his eyes was darkening and becoming bruised. His snow white hair appeared in complete chaos, unruly. He was gasping, curled in fetal position, grasping his leg in what appeared in agony. Bud was panting, face beat red in anger. "How I discipline my own spawn in my own house is none of your damn business, Pines!"

What? He was stunned, moving actually gaping open. Bud Gleeful thought this...this abuse was discipline? Abuse. That's what this was. He would of never thought Bud to be one to do so. He typically appeared so carefree, gullible, and the victim of his son's own verbal abuse. That was the thing though; if he usually did abuse Gideon, wouldn't he beat his son for treating him like that public? Something wasn't adding up. "Discipline?"

"Yeah, the little motherfucker snuck out of the house after bedtime! I've been pretty lenient these past few years, but it looks like I need to show him his damn place, just like before!"

From what Stan understood, it seemed as though Bud had beat his son before, but had ceased doing so. But, Jesus Christ, to bruise and bloody the 10-year-old was beyond characteristic discipline. He himself was born during a time when if you were bad, you would be beat on your bottom with a paddle and get an occasional slap if it was particular bad offense (though the slap was only given to him twice, but his father only did it when he first stole something and again when he did something stupid that ended up giving his brother a broken arm). What the hell was wrong with this man? He suddenly recalled Mabel had been hit. He glanced over to the side and saw Mabel sitting on the ground, covering her cheek, staring at the two of them in shock. He needed to stay calm or he was going to make her more afraid. "Bud, that ain't discipline; that's abuse."

The man's face seemed to grow redder, if this was even possible. "THAT BRAT NEEDS TO KNOW IF HE DISOBEYS ME, THERE DAMN-WELL WILL BE A PUNISHMENT!" Stan heard Gideon crying and watched how the boy covered his eyes, trembling in fear. Bud whipped back around, pointing at the 10-year-old. "What have I told you about crying, YOU BRAT!"

He sobbed louder and finally Stan had enough. "If you don't step away from him in five seconds Gleeful, I'm going to bash your damn face in."

The man glowered at him. "I own him and I will do whatever I want with him!"

Stan was becoming more and more angry. "I'm giving you two more seconds."

"You asshole! You wouldn't dare hit me again! And I know you wouldn't want me to call the cops for breaking in."

"I ain't afraid of no cops, Gleeful, now step away."

Bud eyed Mabel, and then stood closer to Stan, crossing his arms as he loomed menacingly over the elder man, who was a good foot or two shorter."If you don't leave Pines and not utter a word, I won't have to beat that little shit as well."

Threatening his niece was what crossed the line. His anger exploded in a fury and he gave the taller man the classic left hook. The man immediately went down like a tree, down and out for the count. "Whose the asshole now, Gleeful?"

"...G-Grunkle Stan?" A meek voice asked from behind, sounding distant.

He turned to see Mabel, legs curled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. Her cheek appeared a bit swollen, but not as bad as it could of been. He probably scared her with his cursing and the fighting. "You ok, kid?"

She hastily nodded and her eyes flickered over to behind him. "Is...I-Is he...o-ok?"

He had nearly forgotten why they showed up in the first place. He rushed over and knelt down next to the now silent boy. He looked worse close up, hands bruised and suit torn in certain areas. And the blood was still seeping out of his crooked nose. "...uh, kid?" Gideon didn't reply. Did he pass out? Stan reached out to touch his shoulder and the boy cried at him. Stan jerked his hand away. "Hey, I ain't gonna hurt you. See? I won't even touch you."

This was bad. Jesus Christ. They needed a-his thought trailed off as he saw a oval stone near the boy's head. What was that? He picked it up and studied it. It had a grayed appearance to it. It wasn't a stone, but in fact a jewel he realized. There something stra-it began to glow a bluish hue and he dropped it in surprise. He was even more surprised when Gideon's hand shot from his face and grasped the jewel in his hand. He stared at it, greedy awe in his eyes and an eerie smile stretching across his face. Then, to his amazement, the boy's black eye began to fade. "What the Honey Nut Che-"

Mabel was directly behind him, tugging at the back of his white wife-beater. "Grunkle Stan, get away!"

"But, the ki-"

There seemed to be a shift in the air, causing the hairs on the back of his neck and arms to stand on end. His eyes widened. He knew that feeling. Shit. He hopped up and reached down to touch her shoulders. He peered into her frightened chocolate eyes. "Mabel, we need to l-"

"S-She's here." Mabel whimpered with wide eyes. Wait she? It was supposed t-

Mabel gasped, eyes directing their gaze behind him. He peeked over his shoulder staring at Gideon and the jewel. Everything appeared the same and nothing was there. Except, he felt a bit sleepy. No. That was happened last time, when he...he...his eyes blinked shut against his will and a few moments later his opened his eyes to see the world in black and white. No, no. Not again. He couldn't go against Bill Cipher, again. He just couldn't. Mabel clung the side of his wife beater and they both stared at Gideon. As the blood vanished from him, nose forming back to its natural shape. Mabel was trembling wildly at this occurrence. They needed out now. If Bill Cipher showed up, they were screwed. Bill didn't show up though. Instead, to his amazement, a 3-D, star-like shape began to appear, floating above the 10-year-old. It was glowing the same hue as the jewel Gideon held. The had a white feather boa, wrapped around the stick arms reminded him of one of those 1920's flappers that wrapped those boas around their bodies. The white pair of high heels on its long stick legs seemed to be sparkling from its glowing body. He studied the face, noticing the thick eyelashes and white eye shadow above the single eye. He would of laughed at how odd "she" appeared to be, if he didn't feel his heart thumping in anticipation or the confusion popping up. "What i-"

"Oh, pretty, pretty Shooting Star! I would of never thought you would be the one to show up!" She purred in what Stan felt was elation. Why was she speaking to Mabel? And who was this...dream demon? He wasn't even aware there was another like Bill.

Mabel clung harder, partly hiding her body behind Stan. "P-Please..."

"Oh sweetie, your pleas are delicious," The star breathed out. Mabel squeezed her eyes shut as the voice approached her. Stan didn't like this a bit. The star's eye seemed to narrow and glare downwards. "Get up, Giddy. Your leg should be healed now, so no need to be so dramatic."

The boy immediately sat up, appearing full of energy. "Yes, mam."

She giggled at him. "Your little southern twang is darling!"

Gideon hopped up, appearing as eager as a puppy, and Stan couldn't help but gape at him. The 10-year-old was standing on what had been minutes before, a broken leg. "H-Ho-"

Her eye swiveled around to the elder man and she floated closer. Stan felt alarms blaring in his head and Mabel pressed her face into his side. "Fingers?"

Stan stiffened. That was what Bill Cipher called his brother. Her eye bored into his, before voicing her distaste. "No, you're Crescent. What a shame; you're brother is much more fascinating."

"Crescent" was what Bill had called him, he thought with a shudder. Wait, brother. Jesus Christ, this dream demon also knew about his brother. "You...y-you..."

"Oh, I never introduced myself," She stated, facing Mabel. "I'm sure you're dying to know, my pretty Shooting Star."

His top was growing wet, from what he realized was his great-niece's tears. He growled, fear disappearing and shock disappearing. "Shut your mouth."

Her eye widened, swiveling back to him. "Excuse me?"

"I said shut up, you stupid ninja star."

She was suddenly up into his face and Stan gasped at the intensity of light. "You obviously don't know your place, Crescent."

Anyone that stated that phrase, was not good news. He wanted to reply with some snark, but found his mouth too dry to speak. "You are an a mere bag of flesh and water. I, on the other-hand, am an omnipotent and gorgeous demon."

"Mam?" Gideon questioned, sounding meek.

Her appearance lightened up in an instant and she floated over to Gideon, patting his head. His hair immediately returned to its perfect shape, blood vanishing from it. "I'm paying attention to you, my little marshmallow."

Marshmallow. That was one of Gideon's creepy nicknames for Mabel. Now that he thought about it, the relationship between these two seemed wrong. It was as if Gideon was a lost puppy without its overly possessive owner. He shivered. When she turned back to the pair of them, her eye sparkled with joy. "I am Jill Rephic, demon of the north! You may call me 'mam' or 'beautiful' though."

He shuddered at the seductive tone and she floated closer. "Sweetie, your shyness is simply divine! But, I want a better look at you!" She beckoned Mabel with a finger and she was thrust forward by an invisible force, towards the demon. Stan felt a tug from Mabel's grip and stumbled forward a step. She was now directly in front of Jill, trembling like a leaf. Jill reached out and stroked Mabel's cheek with a squeal. "Your skin is so soft!"

Mabel began to scream, but was silenced when Jill made a horizontal swipe motion with her forefinger. Stan was immediately by his great-niece's side, pushing her behind him. "If you touch my niece one more time, I'm going to kill you."

Her body began to redden in what appeared to be anger. "Crescent, you have quite the mouth!" Her appearance returned to normal a moment later. "You should be lucky I haven't put you to sleep yet. The only reason why I haven't, is because I need answers."

Stan glared defiantly. "I ain't answering anything, you stupid ball of gas."

Her eye glowed a bluish hue, resembling her body. "You would be wise not to further anger me. I wish to know where Stanley Pines is."

"My pops has been long and dead for at least 60-something years."

Stan felt a snap in his leg and he released a scream, before losing balance, and landing on the floor. Mabel shrieked his name in horror and he released gasps in reply, attempting to control the level of pain. The image of the glowing star blurred before him, but he knew she was pissed. "YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO I MEAN! YOUR BROTHER, STANLEY PINES JR!"

Stan choked on his breath, partly in pain, partly in shock that she knew that his brother existed. Jesus Christ, he couldn't handle the pain engulfing him. He need relief quick, oh, he needed now! He needed th-Then, there was an echoing snap and his leg was forced back into place. He gagged at the pain, before it vanished completely. In a daze, he realized his leg had been healed. "H-Ho-"

She rolled her eye. "I am a dream demon, you fool. Now, if you don't wish to experience the pain once more, you will answer me!"

"He died a long time ago." Stan smoothly lied.

"Crescent, you are testing my patien-"

"He doesn't know!" Mabel sobbed.

Jill eye swiveled to the trembling girl. "You know something, don't you, my darling peach?"

Stan's eyes widened. No, Mabel didn't know anything and now she was going to get hurt, just as he did. "She doesn't know anything! She thinks he left the family a long time ago."

Mabel bit her lip and glanced down. "Oh, Crescent. You're wrong about that. She seems to know something."

What? What could she possibly know about what happened his brother? There was no way that she would know that he was sucked into a portal. Her mouthed opened as she trembled wildly. "H-He...h-he's hiding i-in the b-bunker i-in the w-woods..."

She seemed to beam, patting the brunette's head. "Thank you, Shooting Star. You've made me so happy! Giddy darling, time to leave."

Gideon held out his quivering hand and she snatched it, before they vanished in a flash of dazzling, pure light. When Stan blinked, he and his great-niece were laid upon the floor, slowly waking. Bud groaned aloud next to him and Stan froze. "Augh...What in tarnation hap-" He blinked at them as they froze. "What are you doing in my house? Oh, I must of invited you folks in!" He laughed in glee, appearing to be his original, gullible self.

Stan furrowed his brows, sitting up. Something was off. "You're lying.

His face morphed into fury, before lunging at the elder man. Stan punched him in face, knocking him out once more. Mabel screeched in astonishment. "Grunkle Stan!"

"It's better if he says out, kid. There's something fishy going on with him," He observed Mabel. "Mabel, you know your grandfather isn't there, right? And how did you know about that bunker in the first place?"

She gasped, as if realization had hit her. "Grunkle Stan, we need candles! Right now!"

Mabel began to investigate the contents of a dresser in Gideon's room, searching for candles. "Wait, hold on! You're not answering my questions."

The brunette revealed a whole drawer to be brimming with candles and began removing them. Stan placed both of his hands on each of her shoulders touched her and she looked up at him in distress. "S-She's going to know I lied. W-We need to p-put up these candles quick."

She began to make a circle of them and his eyes widened at her actions. His great-niece knew about this dream demon before he even did and was now setting up candles as if beginning a summoning. "...Mabel have...have you met...Bill Cipher?"

Mabel halted setting up the candles. "You know...you...he..."

"Son of a..." Stan breathed. Then, he grew angry. "Didn't I warn you?! I told you and your brother not to get involved with this stuff!"

Mabel cringed guilty. "Grunkle...Grunkle S-Stan...I-"

Stan snatched some candles from her grip with a huff and continued the circle. "We're going to talk about this later, but I need to know right now, why we're doing this. Are we summoning Bill Cipher?"

She shook her head as Stan pulled out a lighter he always carried on him, from the pocket of his slacks. "Gideon made a contract...and I know how to get him out."

Stan appeared stunned. "T-There's a way to break it?"

"I didn't know until Bill told me."

Stan raised an eyebrow. That didn't seemed right. "He willingly told you?"

"Well, uh...yes?"

Something else was going on. Why would he willingly tel- "Mabel, don't tell me you made a deal."

She gulped and Stan hung his head, placing his face into one of his hands. "Cheese and crackers...What did you do?"

Mabel was gulping repeatedly. "I-I-"

Stan looked up at her, appearing furious. "What did you do?!"

"...h-he would tell m-me how to break the c-contract...if...if I rescue Grandpa Stanley."

That was how she knew. From Bill Cipher. "He told you about the portal."

She frowned, confused. "What portal?"

Stan frowned at her. "You don't...he didn't tell you?"

"No...um, I know...I know where he is though."

How the hell did she know where he was? Right as he was about to question further, there was a shift in the air, a tingle rolling down his spine. Stan and Mabel looked at each other. Stan began to light the candles as fast as he could and Mabel's head lolled dozily. He only had two more when he grew sleepy. His eyes drooped and he look to Mabel who was blearily blinking at him as she went to her hands and knees. He reached a sluggish hand out, attempting to light another one. His hand missed the first time, but the second time he got it. He needed one more, but that was when he realized that he wasn't capable of doing so. Stan tried though, yet the lighter dropped the the floor and he slumped forward, on his hands and knees. "Mab...need to...cand...le..."

His vision wavered and he watched his great-niece crawling towards him. "...last...Mab..."

He completely went out and a moment later the room flashed white, losing all saturation. Jill Rephic appeared, larger than before, and completely red in a blazing ferocity, voice rumbling the foundation of the house. "YOU LIED TO ME SHOOTING STAR!"

He glanced over at Mabel and grinned to himself in relief. The last candle was lit and she stood tall in the center of the circle, though trembling in fear. The dream demon froze, studying the candles. Her eyes flickered over to Gideon, who looked beyond terrified at Jill. One of his fists was clenched and light spilled out from it. As Jill began to laugh, her hue returning to normal and she struck to the appropriate size. "You can't summon little ol' Bill, sweetie. I've marked this house as mine," Mabel fidgeted, not speaking. Stan gulped, wishing he asked Mabel how this all worked, so he could be of help. Jill continued on though, seemingly oblivious to their scheme. "You don't need that silly triangle anyways; all you need is me!"

Mabel's eyes flickered back and forth, between Gideon and Stan. The chocolate eyes did that a couple of times and Stan realized she was attempting to communicate something to him about the 10-year-old. Stan tenderly stood, joints creaking, observing Gideon and then Mabel. "I...I...think I n-need a h-hand with s-something."

"Oh? Would you like to make a deal with me, pumpkin?"

"O-Or a h-hand."

She was presenting him with a hint. Jesus, she was becoming like him more and more like him. The elder man wasn't all that sure if that was good or bad. God, his nephew was going to murder him if he ended up doing that to her. If they escaped this. A hand though? Symbolism was what he was initially going for, but realized that wasn't how Mabel operated. It must of been someone's hand. Whose han-Gideon. The jewel. Did she need to jewel? In the mean time, Jill Rephic's eye lit up at the brunette. "A hand with something? That must mean a deal!" Stan gulped. He didn't want his great-niece involved with anymore deals. He needed to pick up the pace. The elder man began to edge to the boy, still eyeing the dream demon and Mabel. She nodded to Jill. "Well, why didn't you say so! What sort of deal do you want!"

The dream demon floated right to the edge of circle, not quiet touching it. Great, he was in her blind spot now. He moved a bit faster, nearly there. Gideon noticed him and stared at him in alarm. Stan halted movement. His mouth was opening wide, as if to scream at the elder man. He fervently shook his head at Gideon. The boy snapped his mouth shut, appearing to be struggling internally. Then, he squeezed his eyes shut, painfully clenching his jaw. Stan edged closer and was now beside him. Stan mildly tapped the boy's fist and his eyes shot open at the touch. His lighter eyes surprised him for a moment, recalling Gideon's eyes to be darker, but, then he held out his hand for the jewel. Gideon appeared terrified, and for the second time this night, Stan didn't see him as an annoying punk that always challenged him and tried to disrupt his life. Stan leaned closer and Gideon flinched at the close movement. "I can break the contract."

He trembled as he stared with wide eyes. His voice came out whispered and hoarse as his eyes teared up. "W-Why?"

Stan blinked in surprise. "What?"

"W-Why do you want to b-break it?"

Stan furrowed his eyebrows. "To escape her?"

Gideon vehemently shook his head, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. "I may not be free and I'm not in control of my emotions, but I rather it be like this. I rather be captured, than have my Daddy hit me everyday and call me worthless."

It hit Stan like a brick wall. When the 10-year-old finally cracked under Bud Gleeful's abuse, Gideon had made a deal with Jill Rephic to stop it, in exchange for his own freedom. Stan was completely speechless, shocked that Bud had reduced his own blood to this. And Stan, imaging if this was Mabel or Dipper, reached out and set his hand on the quivering boy's shoulder, surprisingly sympathetic with his situation. Stan decided in that moment that he would rescue him from this. He peered into the child's tear filled eyes, before speaking unusually softly. "I won't let him anymore. I can help; all you need to do is give me the jewel."

Gideon peered into his own, before finally whispering to him what, Stan knew deep down, was he himself would reply. "I don't trust you."

"Giddy, darling, I think play time is over," Jill stated with a giggle, turning to the pair. Mabel's eyes widened in horror as she disappeared and reappeared next to Stan, who was shocked at the realization that she knew he was over here the whole time. His eyes widened as his his left arm snapped and he screamed in agony, worse than the last time. "Crescent, you have tested my patience far too much. The only reason why you are not dead yet, is because I need to find your brother. Lucky you!"

His vision wavered, much like before, and he saw Mabel covering her mouth in undisguised horror. Jill turned to Mabel, beaming in delight. "Now, pumpkin, do tell me where your grandfather is; I know you do."

"Mab...don't...know..." Stan panted out.

Jill rolled her eye. "Your uncle is possibly the most exasperating human I have had the displeasure of meeting. And I thought the Northwests from North Dakota were troublesome."

Stan was in torment, mind screeching, not even realizing the possibility behind those words. Breaking his arm seemed to have more pain behind it than his leg and he knew she was going to make him suffer much longer, before she even considered to heal him of his damage. Or, if she ever did. "I...I-I'll tell y-you if y-you fix his a-arm!"

"I don't believe I should, honey. You lied last time, so whose to say you won't again if I heal it right at this moment."

Tears rolled down her pale face and she sobbed as she turned her gaze away from her great-uncle. "He...H-He's in a-another u-universe!"

Stan knew the portal was supposed to go another universe. He hadn't been sure that it did back when his brother and Fiddleford McGucket had created it, but then was reminded about the oddities of Gravity Falls. Finally, after everything went to hell, did he believe and knew, or at least hoped to God, that his brother was still alive. Stanley had to be. If he wasn't, Stan wasn't sure what he would do next. Possibly something reckless. The fact that Mabel knew and hadn't been told about the portal confused him though. His thoughts screwed off course though, distracted by the pulsing in his arm. His eyes were actually watering up, unable to help himself. The dream demon giggled wickedly. "My dear, you have made me quite happy. There is only one other universe Bill Cipher could get him into and you gave me precisely the information I needed."

She knew. She knew exactly how to get there, Stan realized in horror. She turned to Gideon and his face was blank, no tears visible any longer. Stan knew he should of felt angry at the boy for not trusting him. Typically, he would of. But, he realized, he wouldn't even trust himself. And, Stan himself would never get the boy to trust him enough to rescue him from the dream demon. She was leering at him. Jill knew precisely how much control she had over him and was relishing in it. But, then, she spoke a sentence that made Stan's blood freeze cold. "My little Giddy, were you thinking of betraying me?"

Gideon's face immediately melted into fear. He shook his head in reply. She floated closer. "Gideon, that amulet connects you and me. It makes it so I have some control of your emotions. And, when I don't, I know what you feel."

Gideon released a choked noise. "B-But, I d-didn't betra-"

"My precious dumpling, I believe I've outgrown you. I may of saved you from your Daddy's rein, but we are done now," She cooed. With a snap of finger, a hefty packet appeared before her in a puff of smoke, floating in the air. "Now, to summarize this contract, if I 'make' you 'more powerful' than your 'Daddy' in order to cease the 'pain' inflicted upon you, you, in exchange, would give me control of your body and mind. Now, when there were signs of your body being unable to handle the power a beautiful creature such as myself, we needed to fine tune some of the details. I still would 'make' you 'more powerful', but instead you had to carry my amulet around, which connects me to you, in order to make sure you are in control of your end of the deal. However, you never clarified the precise length of time, so I am able to terminate this agreement at anytime I please. And, when terminating a agreement, my own personal rule, is for me to put them into an eternal sleep."

End Chapter 10

So, when I first started this fic, I wasn't intending on majorly including Gideon into the plot. I honestly had to change up like half the plot just for me to be satisfied with what part he would play once I decided I actually did want him. I really hope you all like him for this fic, especially since in this one, my theory is that Gideon only acted how he did since Jill Rephic was influencing his behavior, meaning he isn't actually all that creepy or evil in the first place. Tell me what you all think of him. :) Ok, now that we're at a certain point in the story though, I will reveal a certain key to a certain set of numbers from previous chapters you all of likely noticed by this point in the story. KEY: ALPHABET. I'm sure all you amazing people will figure it out right away. Just leave a private message or review with your answers from each chapter and whoever does it first (and correctly) will get a virtual cookie!