Pacifica had agreed to go home with the girl and boy, though she had no idea why. They were twins, she'd gathered that much herself, but that was about all she knew about them. The two didn't seem to know who she was – if they did, they were doing a pretty great job of hiding it. But she couldn't help but wonder what they wanted from her, if not her father's wealth.

The brunette girl dragged Pacifica down the street, her sweaty hand gripping Pacifica's tightly, and the blonde wasn't sure whether she should wriggle free or grip tighter. It felt… nice? The cheery girl smiled brightly at her as they walked, somehow managing not to steer them into anyone despite not watching where she was going. Her teeth were a little crooked, and there was a small gap between the two in the front, and they somehow managed to add to the girl's charm rather than take away from it.

Pacifica watched the way she moved, her long skirt swishing around her legs with every step she took. She was thin, her shoulders and hips narrow and her arms long. Tresses of thick brown curls reached the bottom of her spine, falling in choppy layers that stuck out in every direction imaginable, defying gravity. Every couple of minutes the girl would pat the hairs that fell over her neck, her shoulders sinking with the loss of tension when she found that her hair still covered her neck. What could she be hiding, Pacifica wondered.

"Oh my gosh!" The girl gasped suddenly, her hand squeezing Pacifica's for a split second, snapping the blonde away from her thoughts. "I totally forgot to tell you our names!" She slapped herself in the head with that last word, snorting a little as she laughed at herself. "My name's Mabel!" She grinned, "And old grumpy guts behind us is my brother, Dipper!"

Pacifica cast a look over her shoulder at the boy. For some reason he was carrying a large crate containing a pig, and looked to be struggling with it. He was shorter than his sister, his shoulders broader. They didn't look alike, she marvelled. They had the same nose and eyes and mouths and jaws, but they held themselves differently. Pacifica wondered what they would look like if they swapped clothes – if she would be able to tell them apart if they made an effort to act like each other. Pacifica shifted her eyes to the crate, and bit her lip when she saw the almost cheerful way the pink animal looked at her – she hoped the twins weren't planning to eat him.

"So what's your name?" Mabel asked, reclaiming Pacifica's attention, and the blonde girl flinched.

If Mabel noticed, she didn't say anything, and the blonde took a deep breath before saying, "Pacifica."

Mabel's eyes widened as she gasped, and Pacifica bit her tongue. She shouldn't have told the truth. She eyed Mabel warily, terrified that the girl would put two and two together and figure out who she was. What would happen when they found out? Would they leave her? Sell her? Make her go back home? She felt panic welling up inside her, fear coiling in her gut as her heart beat faster and faster, making her shirt tremble. She glanced around her, looking for any escape routs. There were none. The twins had her cornered.

"You have the same name as the princess!" Mabel exclaimed, stars lighting up her eyes.

Pacifica released the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, the tension slipping away from her body in an instant. "I do?"

Mabel nodded enthusiastically, "Yep! Gosh – I'd love to meet the princess. I bet she's so beautiful! And imagine all the pretty clothes she must wear! And the food she'd get to eat! And the palace~ I'd give anything to go inside, just for a moment."

Pacifica snorted, pretending the flush that crept to her cheeks when the girl inadvertently said she was beautiful wasn't there. They were moving forward again, and she couldn't ignore the way her fingers intertwined with Mabel's, the sweat building between their flush skin no longer bothering her. "It really doesn't sound all that great." She mused, "I mean, she probably has people telling how to act, how to speak, how to dress. She'd have to marry a prince, and if she didn't like him she'd never be allowed to fall in love. It sounds awful!"

Mabel's smiling eyes had turned curious, wistful as she stared at the blonde, and Pacifica's breath caught in her throat. In the sun, Mabel's dark eyes shifted to the lightest brown, caged in by an almost black barrier around her iris. Pacifica marvelled that everything was in there, like a toy box of emotion: curiosity, joy, wonder, hope. All swirling around in a colour so profound and sincere that Pacifica felt that if she stared for long enough she might just fall in.

Pacifica was so enamoured in the other girl that she barely noticed the hand slipping out of her grasp, the cold evening air stinging skin that had once been both too hot and not hot enough. "We're here!" Mabel sang, skipping up a set of wooden stairs and turning back to Pacifica, her arms stretched wide. "Home sweet home!"

"Finally!" Dipper groaned at Pacifica's side, making the girl jump as he dropped the crate. Flicking the latch so the pig could run free, he let out a yawn, "I'm knackered."

"This is where you live?" Pacifica asked, staring up at the decrepit building before her with wide blue eyes. A few of the tiles had slipped off the roof, leaving holes in their place that had been feebly covered over with sheets of metal and planks of wood. The wooden walls were mismatched where repair work had been done, nails sticking out of the wooden panels in all directions like the spindly twigs from a branch in the kingdom of a book Pacifica had once loved. There was a beaten up sofa on the porch, alongside a rocking chair and a chess table strewn with homemade pieces, a bag of yarn tucked safely away from the weather underneath.

"Yepperoni!" Mabel grinned, running down the steps to take Pacifica's hand once again and drag her through the unlocked door.

The inside of the house was a lot less beaten up, almost homely, and Mabel stuffed Pacifica into a threadbare armchair. The overstuffed cushion sank almost a foot deeper under her weight, and she had to shift around a little to make herself comfortable. Artwork adorned the papered walls, each piece signed by one M. Pines. Pacifica wondered if they were Mabel's – they were good. There were some odd stains on the green carpet that Pacifica didn't want to think about, so she turned her attention to the human embodiment of a ray of sunshine standing before her. "Can I get you anything?" Said ray asked, smiling sheepishly at the blonde. She almost looked embarrassed, though Pacifica couldn't place why.

Pacifica swallowed a lump in her throat, only now realising how dry it was. She opened her mouth to ask for some water when a low growl came from her stomach, a sharp pain splitting it in half. She frowned – so that was what it felt like to be hungry.

Mabel grinned, "Dipper's going to go make dinner now," she said, sinking to the ground at Pacifica's feet. "In the meantime~" She sang, shoving her hand into her bag, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she rummaged around, "Here!" She pulled an apple out of the bag and held it up for the blonde. When Pacifica didn't immediately take it, Mabel huffed and grabbed her wrist, pressing the apple into the palm of her hand, "It's not gonna bite, ya silly goose! Eat it!"

Mabel let go of the girl's wrist and grabbed her own apple, biting into it and spraying juice across her flushed cheeks. She wiped it away with a sleeve, staring up at Pacifica as she chewed. "Where are you from, anyway?"

Pacifica looked down at the apple in her hands, manicured nails tapping idly against the red skin. "It doesn't matter," she said, "I ran away, and I'm never going back."

Mabel's eyes widened as she took another bite of her apple, not waiting until she'd swallowed to ask, "You ran away from home?"

Pacifica breathed a harsh laugh, "Escaped, more like. It was horrible there."

"Why?"

"Oh, would you look at that!" A cheerful voice chuckled, "She didn't tell you!"

"Gideon?!" Both Mabel and Pacifica cried as they turned to look to the voice, Mabel leaping to her feet. The two girls looked back to each other, "You know Gideon? How?"

"Now, now, ladies. No need for synchronised theatrics. I think it's safe to say that everyone in this town knows little ol' me," the boy said, strolling into the room like he owned the place. He took a seat on the sofa, "Mabel, darlin', be a dear and go get that brother of yours. We need to have a discussion."

Mabel bit her lip and backed away from Gideon. He was bigger than he had been when she was a kid. He was a couple of years older than she and Dipper, but he'd always been small – small enough to pass as a child when he'd been sixteen. He was bigger now, and his presence filled the room, pressing down on Mabel and threatening to crush her, to back her into a corner, out of existence even. He smiled at her, but something about the way his eyes squinted and his dimples dug into his cheeks and his freckles stood out against the ghostly pallor of his skin made his once adorable face cruel and menacing.

When she reached the door she turned her back on him and darted to the kitchen, where Dipper stood completely oblivious, prodding at something in a saucepan. When Mabel slid into the room, almost crashing into the table in her haste, he turned to raise an eyebrow at her over his shoulder. "Everything okay?"

Something about the way her usually rosy cheeks were bleached of colour unnerved him, and Dipper turned off the stove and faced her. "Mabel? What's wrong?"

A deep breath. "Gideon," she breathed.

Dipper's warm eyes hardened with hatred, and for a moment Mabel saw the reckless urge to protect she usually associated with their Grunkle Stan. "Where?" He ground out through gritted teeth, and Mabel shuddered at his tone, drowned in blind rage.

"In the living room, with Pacifica," Mabel said, her voice stronger now. She gasped, "Poop! Pacifica!"

In a flash, Mabel was storming back to the room, Dipper hot on her heels. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, and the colour was rising back to her face, an angry red rather than a rosy pink. She shoved the door open with her shoulder and marched right up to where Gideon was leaning over Pacifica, who had shrunk back so far into the armchair Mabel could barely see her.

Mabel tapped Gideon on the shoulder, and he turned slowly, a lazy smile easing it's way onto his face. It made Mabel sick. The man was over a foot taller than the girl, but her glare threatened to shrink him down to the size he'd been five years ago. Gideon looked over Mabel's head, choosing to give Dipper a once over. "Dipper Pines, it has been a while, hasn't it?"

Dipper's hands curled into fists in his pockets, "What do you want?"

Gideon brought a hand up to his chest, "Who? Me? Why, I seek only to enlighten you on your situation is all."

Dipper's eyebrows furrowed, and it was Mabel's turn to ask, "What situation?"

Gideon giggled, stepping away from the girl to reveal Pacifica's form behind him. She didn't look too pleased with his being here, either, though Mabel had no idea why. She couldn't possibly have met him already – she was new to town. "Why, your situation with little Pacifica Northwest, of course."

Mabel's eyes shifted from Gideon to Pacifica, her blood running cold. "Northwest? As in Northwest, Northwest?"

Pacifica gulped, forcing herself to nod stiffly.

"Dipper, may I have a private word with you?" Gideon asked, his voice slicing through the tension in the room like a knife to butter.

"Anything you have to say, you can say to all of us." Dipper remarked, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow defiantly.

Gideon chucked at that, "Oh I do love it when you try to act like you're not scared of me, Pines."

Dipper snorted at that, "It's not an act, trust me."

For a brief moment shock registered itself on Gideon's face, but it was gone as fast as it came. "Well anyway! As long as we're all being honest, I suppose I have a little confession to make." Gideon's face contorted into a perfect façade of guilt, making use of the skills he'd acquired as a young con man so many years ago. "You see, there are thirty guards outside of this property, just waiting for me to call them in. I'm sure you know that kidnapping the princess is not a very smart thing to do, the reason being that if you do it you're gonna lose your head. Literally."

Dipper ground his teeth, but made no move to say or do anything.

"So, here's what I would like to propose. I can tell the guards that I was mistaken. That the princess is not here and they can go home and the search for your new little friend can continue as far from here as possible."

"If?" Dipper asked.

"If…" Gideon paused, "You and your sister retrieve something for me. Something worth more than all of your lives combined."

Dipper laughed, but there was no humour in it. "And where do you expect us to find something like that?"

"Oh, I already know where it is, Dipper Pines. I just need someone to go and get it. Nice and easy. I get my lamp, you and your sister get your princess, she gets to live out the remainder of her days as she pleases – though I have no idea why she would want to live like… you people. Everybody's happy."

There was silence in the room.

Gideon chewed on the inside of his cheek, looking smug as he eyed the other three – he could see everything that was thrumming through their little heads. He was going to win this round, and the next. And then he was going to win the game.

Pacifica was still sat on the armchair, her eyes cast down at her feet – she had seen the way Mabel had looked at her, every trace of that wonder and joy gone. She felt like she had betrayed her oldest friend, and the way it made her heart claw its way up her throat made her eyes sting as she fought back an onslaught of tears.

Mabel had turned to look at her brother, eyes pleading. If Pacifica really was the princess, they had to help her. Everything she'd said about what she imagined life at the palace being must have been true, and that was no way for anyone to have to live. They couldn't offer her much, Mabel knew that, but she would give everything she had to make up for all those years of suffering the princess must have endured.

And Dipper stared straight at Gideon. He knew there was no choice, not really. If he refused to do what Gideon asked, they'd be thrown in prison for high treason. And even if they managed to escape, they'd be hunted for the rest of their lives. They'd never sleep in peace again. Not to mention that life with Mabel would become impossible; she would never forgive him for imprisoning her- the princess.

"Okay," Dipper sighed, "We'll do it". He couldn't believe he and his sister had managed to get themselves tangled up with Gideon again.

Gideon grinned, "Excellent."

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The wind streaked through the forest, weaponizing Mabel's hair into a whip as it was thrown from side to side, stinging her face and Dipper's arms as it slapped them. Gideon stood just ahead of them, ploughing through the greenery and letting leaves and branches rocket back and lash the twins. The cold night air wrapped around them, chilling them to the bone, each agonising step away from the warmth of home tearing their spirits apart. Even Mabel had stopped spouting her cheerful nonsense, knowing that nothing she could say would make this journey any less unbearable.

Gideon tore a branch off of a tree trunk and tossed it behind him, and Dipper hoped out of the way just in time to avoid being hit in the face with it. He shot a glare at Gideon, but it slipped off his face when he saw what was over Gideon's shoulder. "We made it!" Gideon yelled, fighting to be heard over the howling wind. He stepped out from the forest into the clearing, Dipper and Mabel following closely behind him.

As soon as they were out of the tree line and under the stars staring down on the clearing, the wind ceased. In fact, everything ceased. There was no sound, no wind, no light – nothing from the outside. It was like this clearing was the only thing in this world. Like the second they'd stepped inside, the end of everything else had been brought upon the earth. Dipper patted his fringe back down to cover his birthmark, and Mabel wound her hair into a rope, securing it with an elastic band.

"Whoa," Mabel breathed, stars in her eyes, and Dipper followed her line of sight to a waterfall pouring blue flames into a pit of fire, dancing across the surface of a serene lagoon. A cavernous mouth had formed on the surface of the water, blue flames flowing like water swirling around the mouth and cascading down an invisible staircase. Just above the centre of the mouth floated a golden triangle, every inch of it succumbed to the flames but for an oval at the centre. Dipper felt a sense of déjà vu as the flameless eye stared down at him, but he shook it off.

Turning to face Gideon, Dipper asked, "What do we do?"

Gideon glanced at the pool, apprehension drawn on his brow when he looked back at Dipper. "Just walk in. Find the lamp, then get out." When Dipper made no move, Gideon narrowed his eyes and asked, quite condescendingly, "Do you think you can manage that, Pines?"

Dipper huffed, "Yes. C'mon Mabel." Dipper grabbed his sister's hand, and the two of them headed to the pool. Mabel was still looking around the clearing, awed by its supernatural beauty. Dipper was focusing on the cave. In, lamp, out. In, lamp, out. He repeated it in his head, trying not to think of how this whole thing worked. He knew it was magic, it had to be, but he'd never been this close to it before. He wondered if Mabel really had to come, too. He'd feel a lot better about this whole thing if she could stay behind.

Dipper's foot slid under the water, stopping against something hard nearly a meter above the rocks below. Mabel stepped in next, and when she did the flames wrapping themselves around the cave walls flared up. The fire didn't burn the twins, though it did singe their clothes, even under the water. Dipper frowned at that, but continued on the descent, dragging his twin behind him.

The stairs went on for metres and metres, winding and twisting and dipping deeper and deeper under the water. A few drips came from the wet arch above their heads, but the water never once came crashing down, to Dipper's constant relief. He had almost been sure that this was all another of Gideon's ridiculous plans to off them, once and for all. Though he doubted the man would resort to magic to do so.

The twins finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, after hours upon seconds of walking through the cave. There was a long hallway stretching forward, and at the end of it, a large golden door. Dipper ran his hand along the inside of the triangular entrance, his fingers gliding languidly over the solid gold. "Mabel, look at all of this!" The boy gasped, stepping through the doorway to leave room for his sister to pass through after him.

Mabel's eyes glistened with wonder as she eyed the room. Mountainous piles of gold and jewels, necklaces and rings and chunks of gems and crystals, archways made of solid gold, pyramids and statues towering tens of feet over their heads. She smiled brightly, skimming her hands over the rocks, shining in the brightness of the blue flames and casting marvellous shapes of light over every surface.

"Just a handful of this stuff would make us richer than the Northwest's," she mused to herself, scooping up a palm full of gold coins and letting them trickle back down into the intricate wooden chest. At the mention of the Northwest's, her expression turned sour and her mind turned to Pacifica. "Come on, bro-bro. We've got to go find that lamp."

She walked slowly through the cave, still marvelling at the piles of solid gold swords and jugs and statues and chests as big as she. The ground beneath her feet was gold and the ceiling above her head was gold and it was so beautiful she wished she had some way of preserving the image forever. She could always paint it when she got home, but she wouldn't be able to do it justice. She feared that nothing could capture the beauty all around her.

A deep rumble resonated through the cave, and Dipper frowned. "Do you think we should get moving, Mabes? This place does not seem stable."

Mabel nodded, noting how some of the smaller golden objects were slipping down the piles, the small sound of jingling change echoing around them.

They walked faster through the mounds of gold, through another triangular, sapphire encrusted door, and into a stone room. Large grey pillars held up stone slabs, rock pyramids floating a few inches above them. No mounds of gold were scattered along the floor, just deep carvings of triangles cut through the stone, a bright blue light spilling out of them and illuminating the room.

Lines of gold embedded in the stony floor formed a glistening path from the doorway. It led to a fifty-foot frustum on the other side of the room, a blue beam cast down upon it's flat top. Under the blue beam there was a podium. Light, reflected off the object placed upon it, pierced his eyes when Dipper tried to look at it, but even without seeing it he knew that it was the lamp.

"Do you think I should-?"

"No, I'll go," Dipper interrupted her, moving forward. He had only moved a few steps before Mabel ran after him, determination in her eyes. He stopped, turning to face his sister. "Mabel. Please wait here."

"Nope!" She said cheerily, and Dipper wondered if this was all a joke to her; if she was blind to the real danger surrounding them right now.

"I don't know what will happen when I take it. This whole place could fall apart!"

Mabel smiled then. "If it does, we'll get out of it together. Just like we always do." She moved forward, a spring in her step, and Dipper rolled his eyes. She was right. They had been through so much together, there was no way a little cave and Gideon Gleeful was going to stand in their way. "You coming bro?" She called, neither slowing nor turning to face Dipper. A small smile wound its way onto his face, and he ran after her.

By the time he caught up, she was standing at the bottom of a large staircase. The frustum looked even larger from this position, and Dipper gulped, his mind racing a mile a minute to produce all of the ways this could go wrong in rapid succession. "You sure you're not still afraid of heights? Because I would totally understand if you wanted to stay down here."

"Pshaw! And leave you have all the fun? Nopedy dope! Come on!" She bounded up the stairs two at a time, and Dipper cried out in surprise, running up after her.

She reached the top first, and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He counted one hundred and seventy four steps – fifty threes and twelve twos. He thought about those numbers instead of his highly excitable sister, and he only realised his mistake when he glanced up and saw her fingers reaching out for the handle of the lamp.

"Mabel, wait-!"

It was too late. Mabel's fingers wrapped around the lamp's handle, and she pulled it off the pedestal. Dipper's eyes flew wide as the rumbling in the cave grew louder, and he was in front of Mabel before he could even process that he was moving. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning forward so anything that fell from above would hit him, not her.

His grip tight around her shoulders, he steeled himself for impact and waited. And waited. And waited. And nothing happened. The walls didn't start moving in on them, water didn't rise from holes in the ground and the ceiling didn't cave in on them. There was just… nothing.

"You know, bro-bro," Mabel spoke up, her shoulders wiggling tensely under the weight of Dipper's arms. "I'm always up for hugs, but now really doesn't feel like the time-"

"Of course!" Dipper exclaimed, pulling himself away from his sister and snatching the lamp in the process, tucking it into his bag and flipping the leather flap shut. "Can we go now? Gideon isn't particularly patient – I don't want to see what happens if we keep him waiting."

Mabel frowned, eyeing her brother with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, okay. Let's go."

The two quickly made their way back through the cave, this time ignoring the vast wealth surrounding them in favour of staring straight ahead of them, eager to get to the exit and never go back. There was something heavy about the air now that they had the lamp, pushing down on them and filling their chests with the dull sensation of needing to vomit. Dipper figured that it was just because of exhaustion that he was finding it hard to breathe, and his bag on his shoulder seemed to way as much as he did.

When they reached the top of the staircase, Gideon was waiting for them. He sat on the grass, his blazer protecting his trousers from the wet ground, but when he saw Mabel and Dipper clambering out of the cave, he got up. Walking over to them, his presence making the air around them weigh even more, his face split into a grin, teeth seeming pointed and dangerous. "Did you get it?"

Dipper frowned, "We said we would, didn't we? Here," Dipper rummaged around in his bag until his fingers brushed against the cool gold of the lamp, and he pulled it out.

Gideon immediately snatched the lamp away from Dipper, his large body seeming to curve around the golden artefact, his red eyes shining bright with joy. It took him a moment to realise that the twins were still there, now staring at him a bit funnily, and he sneered at them. "You can go now," he stated blankly, tucking the lamp into his waistband.

Dipper stared at the bulge the lamp made in his trousers. He really didn't think that letting Gideon have the lamp was a good idea. But Mabel - it was the lamp or Pacifica, Gideon or Mabel, and there was really no choice over who he would pick. It was his sister, every time.

Dipper nodded and raised an arm, brushing Mabel's dishevelled hair over the exposed birthmark on the nape of her neck, covering it over for her. She smiled up at him, "Let's go home, bro-bro."

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The Pines twins disappeared behind the tree line, and Gideon made sure to wait a few more minutes after they left before casting a small spell, separating what was outside the clearing from what was within it for the second time that night. The flaming waterfall still cast a bright light over everything, though it was less noticeable now that the sun had started to rise. Gideon guessed he had only a few more hours before his absence from the palace would become suspicious.

He set to work.

He placed the lamp on the floor and sat down next to it, pulling a book out of his pocket and thumbing through it until he reached the correct page. He looked from the book to the artefact and back again, his smile growing as he noticed the intricate details of the lamp and how they perfectly matched the details of the drawing in his book. This was the one he'd been looking for.

Setting the book down, Gideon lifted the lamp, and placed his finger against the gold. It was beautiful, there was no denying it, with triangle after triangle engraved around the rim of the lid and down the flat outside of the handle, each shape smaller than the last as it neared the spot where the handle tapered to a point. Etched into the side of the lamp was another triangle, though this one was more complex than the others. At the centre of the triangle was an eye, a stretched pupil staring out into the world. Directly under the eye was a bowtie, and directly above floated a top hat, two arms spring from the parallel sides and two legs hanging from the base line. Gideon swiped his finger down to this inscription and traced his finger around the edges of the triangle.

The lamp grew hot in Gideon's hand, the gleaming gold transforming into a flaming blue. The metal vibrated against the man's skin with enough force to shake his entire torso. Gideon snatched his hands away from the burning metal, and it stayed in place, hovering and shaking in front of Gideon's face. He scrambled back a few metres, trying to escape the waves of heat pulsating from the lamp, but there was nowhere far enough away. Blue smoke began billowing from the spout, pouring out in a thick fog and engulfing the clearing, masking the ground from view.

Gideon cried out as a black cloud spilled out of the lamp, thicker and more obtuse than the smoke and dotted with flecks of light exactly like the stars above. This black, shapeless smog rose higher into the air, bending and tightening and twisting and convulsing to form a simple dark shape.

A triangle.

A dark, mocking laughter poured out from the shape, taking over the entire clearing as another shape took form on top of the black – an eye with a split pupil. The eye blinked a few times, the pupil glancing around at its surroundings as the eye twitched with the resonating laughter. When the eye locked on to Gideon, two arms and legs popped out from the triangle, and a top hat materialised above its head – point? A gold flash shot sparks an inch from the black form as a bowtie and brick pattern were etched into it, glowing blue for a second before dulling down to a bright white.

The form blinked at Gideon, still sat on the floor with a shocked expression pasted over his paler-than-normal face. With a pop, the triangle's colours inverted, the black turning yellow and the white to black, and it floated down to hover a few feet away from Gideon, circling him slowly. Predatorialy.

"A-are you the genie of the lamp?" Gideon finally managed to stutter out, drawing his knees to his chest as the feeling of being watched burned at the back of his neck, so intense and prevailing that it threatened to crush him.

"That'd be me, kid. Name's Bill Cipher." The triangle crossed its ankles, leaning back on thin air and eyeing Gideon with an air of condensation. "And who are you?"

Gideon rose to his feet slowly, puffing out his chest and balling his hands into fists at his sides in mock bravery. "I am Gideon Gleeful." He spoke proudly, every trace of nerves and fear gone as he levelled the genie with a cold stare. "And I am your new master."