Chapter 29

Disclaimer: Alex Hirsch owns Gravity Falls, not me.

As Mabel clung to him, his body was wracked with trembles of adrenaline coursing through his system, Dipper felt as though he had been betrayed. He couldn't quite identify if it was fear or anger he had experienced earlier (or was it Jason?), but his heart was thumping wildly. He was himself, perhaps Jason, that much couldn't be answered for him, because the lines constantly blurred in his mind. He hoarsely whispered his confusion to his twin, feeling the warmth of her body against himself. "W-What are y-you talki-?"

"I'll make sure that Jason never comes back." She whispered, stroking his hair.

He abruptly pushed her away, clinging to her shoulders, body aching from the shivers and the seizure he had endured before. "W-What do you m-mea-?"

The brunet's eyes widened, taking in the sight of his sister's abused neck. The print of his hands, fingers spread across the flesh, were beginning to bruise, taking on a darkening hue. Her breath was slightly labored, as though having a slightly difficult time to breathe through her swollen airway. Dipper jerked his hands away, leaning away from Mabel in horror. "O-Oh my g-god..."

"It was Jason. You don't have to worry th-"

"I-I strangled y-you..." His eyes were distant, wide in shock.

"Dipper, it's ok. You didn't do it, Jason did." Mabel reached out, taking his hands in her own.

"I...I...am J-Jason." He managed to stutter out, pulling his hands away.

His twin frowned. "No, you're Dipper and you would never do thi-"

"I AM JASON!" He screamed vehemently, shoving her backwards, causing Mabel to fall onto her bottom. "WE'RE THE SAME PERSON!"

Mabel blinked in surprise. "No, no, he used to be, but now yo-"

"I KNOW EVERYTHING HE DOES AND HOW MANY TIMES HE'S HIT YOU AND SOMETIMES I WANT TO DO THE SAME, BECAUSE YOU WON'T STOP LYING!"

"Wha-?"

"YOU PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE ELSE AND WON'T TELL ME WHO YOU REALLY ARE AND I CAN'T TAKE IT!" He cried, burying his face into his hands.

There was such a stretch of silence, that Dipper would have assumed she left, but knew her better than that. He heard her whispering, voice low, edgy, no longer filled with the warmth of her comfort. "You don't want me to stop pretending."

His hands dragged down from his face, looking up at his sister. Her eyes appeared dark, thundering with an strong emotion. "I don't want you to know what I think sometimes."

Dipper licked his lips, feeling his explosion he experienced, die down. "...I-I do k-know though."

"And, what do you think I think?"

He gulped, attempting to speak through the lump in his throat, heart thumping painfully in his aching chest. His sister observed him, a faint glimmer of darkness deep in her eyes, the edge of her true self peeking out, reaching for him. He felt Jason begin to stir within and summoned the strength to speak. "I saw you... you...in the s-second grade...p-put the cleaning stuff the j-janitor had into...J-Jake's milk a-after he made f-fun of me for l-liking...to do m-math for f-fun during recess instead of...p-playing with the other...kids..."

The images of the past overwhelmed her senses, revealing the truth of the matter. She was sat next to Jake during lunch, everyone was focused on their friends, instead of her, as she snatched the open carton from his tray. She had the spray bottle of the window cleaner, that she had swiped from the janitor right before lunch, underneath the table. Mabel kept her pleasant smile spread across her face, as a girl beside her began to tell her about the cartoon she watched last night. She laughed at her friend, to cover up the noise of her spraying into the milk. Her friend glanced away and Mabel's hand shot out, placing the carton back onto the tray. As Jimmy turned back to his lunch, sipping the milk, Dipper loomed in the background, holding his tray, the seemingly pleasant smile remained on her face, even as Jake began to throw up across the cafeteria floor, choking violently.

"...A-And, what you did t-to F-Frank."

The image of the elementary school playground swam into view, a rows of trees lined up in the field, hiding anyone from view of the playground. A pair of children were there, the dark skinned child in front of Mabel rolling his eyes, and crossing his arms. Though she couldn't hear the words in her vision, her memory supplied them to the vision. "You're such a liar, Mabel. You can't see anything like that. Ghosts don't exist!"

"I do see them though! I'm not a liar!" She cried, hands on her hips.

"Whatever, I'm going to go hang out with Sarah now," Frank declared in annoyance, beginning to leave the row of trees. The vision supplied her reaction, not tainted with the memory of her anger that had consumed her at that moment. She reached out to a tree, grasping onto a branch close to the ground and tugged on it, face formed into a snarl. There was a snap, as it came loose and she toppled over. Frank began to whirl around in surprise, at the noise, but came face-to-face, Mabel lunging herself at him. He released a scream, as she smacked him across the back with the branch, causing him to fall onto his chest. He rolled over, hands rising defensively over his face. "STO-"

"I-" She began, a smack across his legs, causing his body to spasm in pain.

"-AM-" A smack across to the side of his head, silencing his screams.

"-NOT-" A smack across his chest, knocking the wind out of him.

"-A LIAR-" A smack to his head once more, releasing a cry of agony.

"-YOU-" A smack to his arm, his eyes flooded with tears, as it broke.

"-JERK!" A smack to his face, causing blood to erupt from his nose.

"M-Mab..." He whimpered.

She dropped the branch, stooping down to him, glaring furiously, as she hissed into his face. "If you tell anyone I did this, Frank, I'll hurt you worse next time. You're just gonna tell them you fell outta the tree, ok?"

His head feebly bobbed up and down, before falling to the side, as he breathed through the pain he was enduring, body twitching. Behind the tree a few feet away, was Dipper, clenching his copy of "The Diary of Anne Frank", eyes wide as he had observed the assault his twin had committed. Mabel pleasantly smiled at the now unconscious Frank, before skipping off to the playground, humming a tune to herself.

As she returned from the vision, she swallowed thickly, observing her tense brother. "...You know I think about hurting people when I get mad then."

"Y-Yeah."

"And that...I...like it..." She whispered aloud, ashamed of her impulsive revenge schemes she had committed.

Dipper nodded, leaning forward, voice wracked with emotion. "T-That's why...Jason likes you...part of me likes it...b-because part of me is l-like that."

Mabel licked her lips, finding her mouth much too dry to speak any longer, tension thick in the air. Her brother, reached out, taking her hand, and she witnessed the switch from Dipper to Jason before her eyes. "I'm the same way."

Her chocolate brown eyes filled with tears. "I-"

The gentle grip on her hand became firm, confining, Jason's face warped with disgust. "You think it's funny hurt people though, ones that don't deserve it, and I won't let you be inside her any longer!"

The change was imminent, forcing Mabel into the recesses of her own mind, Jill washing over her senses. Mabel wouldn't remember though, she never did, and her mind couldn't handle what happened next if she did. Jill grasped Jason's forearm tightly, pulling him forward, as he attempted to break free from her restricting grip. Her eyes glowed a bluish hue, smile spread tauntingly across her face, as she bashed her forehead into his own, causing the world to be engulfed by the darkness.

~!20-8-5/5-14-4/9-19/14-5-1-18!~

Dipper blinked rapidly, colors dancing wickedly across his vision, before frowning as he realized he was surrounded by darkness. He felt panic grip his heart, as he studied his surroundings, then glanced down at his hands, discovering he could see them, despite the dark. The panic calmed, feeling less horrified by the notion that he was surrounded by the never ending black, due to being able to see himself. The darkness began to recede though, revealing a thickened forest of pine trees surrounding him in every which direction, twilight approaching in the distance. "Wha-?"

"Dipper!" He heard his own voice scream with panic from behind.

He whirled around for the source of the voice, stumbling back as he found himself face-to-face with a bluish hued star instead. She leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek, and whispering playfully into his ear. "Boo!"

The brunet lurched away, hearing the whisper echo throughout the confined space, head throbbing painfully. He saw a mirror image of himself, with darker eyes, sprinting over to them, fear etched on his face. The star wasn't a star any longer though. The star was a voluptuous appearing woman, with pure white hair framing her heart shaped face. Her sparkling bluish dress glistened, as if in the sun, the top cupping her chest, a split along the leg of the dress. Her high-heels were pointed at the end, a thick boa wrapped around her neck, as she giggled. "Hello, again, darling!"

Dipper backed away in horror, staring at Jason in the distance, watching as he seemed to gain no distance, despite his desperate sprint through the trees to him. His attention was transferred to Jill, leaning forward, grasping his face with one hand, his cheeks squished between her fingers, nails digging into his flesh. "I cannot allow you interfere with my plans any longer!"

He trembled, sweat rolling down his face, the entire forest shaking, as if in the middle of an earthquake. His head throbbed painfully, causing him to pant wildly to be able to breathe. Dipper didn't know what the dream demon was doing to him, but it felt as though his head was splitting in half. The brunet attempted to pull away, but was stuck in her grip."S-St-Stop!"

He tried to push her away, hands pressed against her stomach, but felt weakness engulfing his body, as his pants thickened. Her voice dripped with sweetness, a tidal wave of relaxation consuming him. "Sweetie, relax. Stop fighting. You only need to drift off, go to sleep."

The brunet's eyelids drooped, pants beginning to ease out, drifting into the forest surrounding him, earth and trees blurring into one. His body loosened, going slack in her hand, feet dangling across the ground beneath him. "I...stop...he...help...M-Mab...Grun...'Tan...Jas...on..."

His eyes shut, his body flickering away from existence, as Jason found the distance to be missing now, directly behind Jill Rephic. The forest had flickered away, just had Dipper, replaced by a looming staircase, he stood at the bottom off. Jason couldn't breathe, observing the stairs that had birthed his existence. He heard a voice whisper from behind, breath hot on his ear, moist with eagerness. "Looks like you're running the club, darling."

Jason felt arms wrap around his body, hands flush against chest, as he began to tremble, sweat caking his skin. "L-Let go!"

He bucked against Jill frantically, attempting to escape from her confining form. Jason struggled to avail though, panting feebly as he weakened, the staircase before him wavering in and out of existence. His eyes drooped, darkness leering onto the scene, as his voice wearily moaned out. "You...stupid...de...mmm... onnnnn..."

"It will all seem like a dream, when you wake..." At the top of the staircase was Mabel, eyes wide, a trail of tears leaking down her face, hands over her ears, mouth wide in a silent scream of agony. The staircase disappeared from Jason's mind, leaving the last image in his mind of Mabel falling to her knees, blood leaking from her nose and eyes, howling into the darkness of his own mind, as Jill Rephic laughed in his ears fervorly. Bluish hues danced throughout his head, as Mabel's mind beginning to tear.

~!-?-!~

Dipper's eyes fluttered open, heading pounding, as though he hadn't slept in days, thick with pain. He attempted to sit up, but flopped back to the wooden floor below, feeling uncomfortably hot. He gulped, eyes shutting as he willed himself to speak. He opened his eyes once more, head flopping to the side, cheek sticking to the floor. He panted, feeling overheated, as his eyes laid on the unconscious form of his sister laying beside him. Blood flowed heavily from her nose, face unnaturally pale, and he felt a jolt of panic sting him. "M-Mabel!"

His voice was weak with exhaustion, though he summoned the strength to roll onto his stomach, limps flopping to the floor, chin colliding painfully down. His hands clawed at the ground, attempt to find traction, in order to push himself to his hands and knees. The brunet's arms shook, supporting his weight, as the hands finally did find traction, knees sliding across the surface below. He swayed dramatically, crawling to the door. His head smacked into the door and he groaned weakly, attempting to locate help. "Grun...S-Stan..."

The brunet began to smack his head against the door, mind spinning, as he hoped his great-uncle would come investigate what the noise could be. He finally ceased doing so, beginning to grow much too dizzy to continue. He fell to his side, heading smacking with a thud against the unforgiving ground. His eyes welled with tears, panting on his words. "S-Stan..."

The door swung open, the wood smacking into his knee caps. "What the heck are you kids doing up h-?" Stan's voice ceased speaking, as Dipper released a choked cry, grasping his injured knees to his chest, as he began to sob. His great-uncle was instantly on the ground, squatting beside him. He felt hands cradle his head and Stan leaned closer. "Jesus, what are you doing on the ground? Are your legs ok?"

He leaned his cheek onto the elder man's cold hand, bobbing his head up and down. "Ma...Mab...she..."

"Ugh, you feel sorta hot and all sweaty...Kid, you're running a fever!" Stan exclaimed, feeling his forehead.

"Mab...el...bleed...h-help...h-her..." He panted, eyes squeezing shut, as the world sickeningly spun.

"What? Mabel?" He felt Stan shift, placing his head back to the floor, and he his head lolled to the side, observing his great-uncle bowed over his twin. He felt a jolt of confusion, as he realized the blood was missing, her face now red with a fever, just as his was. Stan reached out, pushing aside her hand that was damp with sweat, feeling her forehead. Stan frowned, muttering to himself "Do you two always get sick at the same time...?"

He began tapping her cheeks, attempting to rouse her from her fevered unconsciousness. He paused, tenderly arching her neck to the side, revealing the darkened bruises. "What the hell is this?"

Stan's face glanced over his shoulder, eyes wary of the feverish 13-year-old. His hair was damp from what Dipper assumed was a shower, slacks missing their belt, wearing a button-up with the sleeves unrolled, half-way buttoned up. The shadows underneath his eyes, matched Dipper's own, and he wondered if the stress was all from him. Was that why he stared at him like that? "It was you, wasn't it?"

He nodded weakly, feeling shame consume him. When the glint in his great-uncle's eyes changed, he felt even worse. "You...you killed them, didn't you?"

Dipper heard it. He heard the frantic chirping of squirrels only to be cut off, replaced by a never ending giggle. His back arched, eyes wide, beginning to twitch erratically. Stan was looming over him a moment later, the stress more apparent than ever, voice sounding warbled, distorted around the giggles. "Shit, Dipper, are you having a seizure, again?"

A vision came to his mind, causing his head to pulse. He was forgetting something. The woodland creatures were being tacked to the ceiling of the closet, the edges of his vision, multi-colored, as though it were film, damaged by the elements. He was forgetting something. The squirrels scurried away in the attic, but were snatched by hands, and squished painfully. He was forgetting something. They were missing their eyes, being stacked into a pile of twitching animals, fresh blood pooling out from their eyes. He was forgetting something. The rows of bloody eyeballs were lined up across the floor, red soaking into the wooden floor underneath. He was forgetting something. He wasn't supposed to see anything. He was forgetting something. He was supposed to only hear. He was forgetting something. His mind couldn't handle this. He was forgetting something. What was wrong with him? He was forgetting something. His mind couldn't handle it. HE WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING. "Dipper? Kid, you're scaring me! Why are you twitching like that? Is this some seizure?"

Dipper felt the violent trembling take his limps, as he began to seize. He was forgetting something. He thought of when he had fallen down the staircase, frantically attempting to cease his fall, only to be left on the cold floor, alone. He was forgetting something. His only comfort had been the blood pooling underneath his head, letting him know he was alive. He was forgetting something. He needed someone though, someone to save him from himself. He was forgetting something. He needed...forgetting...someone...He needed Jason...Was he Jason? Was he Dipper? Were they together? Were they separate? The lights in their mind went out, Dipper and Jason forgetting that Jill Rephic was inside Mabel Pines.

Chapter 29 End

Sooo, I didn't update before school started and I want to apologize about that. Honestly though, I've beginning to find it difficult writing this story, since I feel as though everyone in this story is out of character and that I intended on making this story go in a different direction. Usually I write the entire outline to my stories, before I begin writing them and about half way through, the chapters began to not follow my outline. I'm attempting to get this story back on track though, so that my final will match up to my original plans. Next chapter, will have Stan searching for Fiddleford and his old friend Claudine. As always, followers, favorites, and reviews are appreciated!