Twinstones
Chapter 6
Pacifica gasped when she heard the news. Gideon paced around the attic, obviously thinking up a plan. Mabel was unknowingly crying, tears rapidly streaming down her face. Suddenly Gideon got out a large piece of paper and a marker. He placed it on the floor and the girls huddled around it, knowing that he probably had a plan.
"Okay. Any ideas as to how we rescue him." Dang it. I thought he had a plan, thought Mabel.
"I thought you had a plan." She and Pacifica accused at the same time. They made a face at each other as Gideon answered.
"Kiiiiindda," he said slowly, "all I have is how we're going to get there and get Dipper and Mabel away from our Dipper."
"And...?" Prompted Pacifica.
"And what?"
"And how are we going to get there and get Dipper and Mabel away from our Dipper!?"
"Oh, right. Well I thought that, if they can see through your disguises, Pacifica, and if they know that Dipper was from another dimension, then we have little hope." Mabel started sobbing again. "But, if Pacifica and I distract them, ten you, Mabel, might have a chance to rescue him. All we need to think of is what will be disastrous enough to get them away from Dipper."
They traded, plotted, cast aside and kept ideas. Eventually they came up with a solid plan and a reliable backup plan. It was late when they went to sleep. Mabels last thought when she drifted off to sleep was, I'm coming Dipper.
Dipper came to in a dark room, his hands bound, his ankle chained to a wall. A human-sized figure was glowing and floating in a corner, surrounded by three white candles that form a triangle. It looked vaguely familiar. He inspected his chains, solid, no rust, and glowing a faint blue, then looked back at the figure. He choked back a gasp as he realized who it was. It was Diana Huntress, though this time she had coppery wings, a tail that sank to the floor and a silver and gold aura. He jerked as he heard voices coming from a heavy metal door that looked like it was made for worst things than him.
"What do you mean, his sisters here!?" That sounded like Dipper G.
"Like I told you, His. Sister. Is. Here. From. Their. Dimension. I don't know how, but when I looked into the seeing crystal, she was there." Oh, no. They know.
"Well, at least some good comes of it. Look at what he was carrying."
"A Twinstone!" Dipper felt around his vest, only to find his Twinstone gone. So was the journal. Oh, dang.
"And journal 3."
"But I thought Gideon had it?"
"Alternate dimension, remember?"
"Ah, right."
"With this Twinstone, and the spell we know to bend such objects to our will, this pathetic town will soon be ours. Then, we can find the ultimate power that draws such supernatural creatures." The door creaked open and the Gleeful twins walked in, Dipper with his hands behind his back, Mabel examining her nails. She walked over to Diana and crouched down next to her, staying out side of the triangle. Dipper could see her mouth talking but couldn't hear any sound. He decided that they were having a telepathic conversation. After all, they weren't called the Psychic Twins for nothing. But how does Diana have magic? Reverse Dippers voice cut through his thoughts.
"Hello, Dipper." His voice was cold.
"Wha-what do y-you want with m-me?" He stammered.
"Only information. And what I want, I get." Dipper drew out a knife. "Even if it kills you." He crouched down next to Dipper and pointed the knife at him. He stared horrified at it and gulped. "Tell me everything you know about your sister, the journals, and your Twinstone."
After several hours of torture, Dipper G seemed satisfied with what he had learned. Seeing his brother straighten, Mabel broke off her conversation with Diana.
"Diana says that Gideon, Pacifica and his sister are going to try something to rescue Dipper." Mabel told her brother. How did she know that? At that moment, a crash came from the room beyond them. Mabel rushed out while Dipper turned to Diana.
"Watch Dipper." He ordered. There was no reply. "Stupid meditation." He muttered as he followed his twin. Meditation? Oh, yeah. Meditation was used to clear the mind, or, if you have magic, to enhance your magical abilities, which explains the psychic-like knowlage. But that means that she has magic. Immediately a gold and silver beam pulsed fron Diana in long, calming waves. Dipper felt the pain and blood flow in his new wounds lessen, and his bones start to heal. Maybe she wasn't so bad, he thought. All too quickly it stopped, and the pain returned. Probably to stop the other Dipper from suspecting anything. The mortar around where the chain attached to the wall, crumbled, weakening. When Dipper tugged at it, the chain fell out of the wall. His opinion of Diana immediately rose several notches. Hurriedly he shoved it back in, filled with new hope. He now had a way to escape. Smiling to himself, he dozed.
After god-knows-how-long, Dipper woke up to the sound of the heavy door opening. He expected rescue, but instead Mabel Gleeful strolled in. She closed the door with a slam and turned to Diana.
"Leave." She ordered. Diana glowed brightly for a second, then completely dissapeared, triangle, candles and all. She turned back to him, a slow smile creeping onto her lips. A wickedly gleeful smile. Oh, dang. She knelt down next to him and leaned in close.
"M-Mabel." He warned, stuttering. He backed up until his back was against the wall. She chuckled and followed.
"Not quite, handsome." She whispered. Dipper was getting nervous. Mabel Gleeful was within kissing distance, their lips a millimetre from brushing. The door creaked open.