Request from "Victorystar(guest)":

"Awesome as always! This was really interesting to read :3 If it's not a bother, can you make a story about the Transcendence AU?"

Hm, I don't know a lot about that Au, I've only really read this oneshot series story and seen some pics here and there online. Would you settle for a continuation of "Magnus Uncus"? That has Demon!Dipper in it, so . . . yeah, sorry if it's not what you wanted, but I can be a stinker when it comes to researching new things, putting it off for a long time before actually doing it.

Either way, I help you'll enjoy and accept this offering instead. 'Cause I really, really don't want to mess with someone who has "victory" in their name. *shivers* enjoy!

(Little sidenote, this particular one has a child cursing in it. Viewer disgression advised, if you're against that sorta thing. But in his defense, and who it was directed at . . . it wasn't such a bad thing, let's just say.)

Drabble 5: The Hand that Attacks the Sife-R.

Sum:
Trouble comes for a certain boy and his cousin sooner rather than later.
And, while Bill should've been more on his guard, he's quickly learning
that trusting the little white-haired twerp was a very, very bad idea.

Universe:
"Bill Sife and Dipper Demon"
Not canon at all

A`N:
Again, I hope this is acceptable. I tried really hard on it.
Yeah, the name is a pun for the episode "The Hand that Rocks
the Mabel". I think you can guess how this'll go.

Bill wasn't sure what to expect when he approached the warehouse atop the hill. All he knew was that Toby Determined was a weird guy and he kinda liked weird people.

Mabel was weird; in a good way. If anyone else said that about his cousin, he'd nail them in the face with his cane and punch them in the crotch. Grunkle Stan was weird; he conned people and could tell funny-fake stories, besides teaching Bill himself how to be a conman.

When he finally made it up the hill, he paused and leaned against the door, panting a little as he gave his leg a rest. While he pretended -and everyone seemed to buy it- that he only used his cane as a sort of prop, he actually needed it to move himself around, and that, at the very least, it helped him. He'd had a limp for years, and his leg wasn't getting any better.

He stood, straightened out his clothes and readjusted his top-hat, then pushed open the doors and walked inside. His cane went tap tap on the hard cement floor as he went. It was dark, and that alone made him wary of what was to come.

Something wasn't right here. "Toby?" he called out, jumping when the sound echoed. The place was bigger than he thought. He hand't even turned to leave when the door slammed shut, making him jump a good foot in the air before limping swiftly towards it, dropping his cane to try the doorknob with one hand and pound on it with the other.

Lights started flashed on overhead dramatically, and he quickly put on an unimpressed look on his face as he turned towards whoever-it-was, bending over at a leisurely pace to grab his cane, leaning on it. With the lights, he could see a chair at the far end, and it suddenly swiveled around, revealing none other than Gideon Gleeful, playing with a toy doll . . . of himself.

Bill frowned a moment. "Wow, you're way creepier than I originally imagined. Even MY ego isn't so big that I need tiny me's scattered all over the place." he finished, looking around and taking note of all the Gideon-related memorabilia scattered around the warehouse.

Gideon frowned, but brushed the comment aside, playing around with the doll in his lap. "So, Bill Sife-R., how long have you been in this town? A week? Two? You like it here? Enjoy the scenery?" his last sentence was a little more intense and full of . . .Bill couldn't quite lay his finger on it, but it wasn't good.

"What do you want, pipsqueak?" he replied instead, taking on a bored, neutral expression, his voice matching it perfectly. Inside, he was already growing scared, but he knew that revealing that to this twerp would only make things go downhill quickly; or, quicker than it would, anyhow.

"Listen carefully, boy. This town has secrets you couldn't begin to comprehend." his voice held intent and intensity, a clear warning hidden behind his words.

Bill put on a large, well-meant grin. "Oh, really? Hadn't guessed." he suddenly frowned, glaring ever-so-slightly at the older boy. "Is this about Mabel? I already told you, pipsqueak, she doesn't like you! She wanted to be friends still, but you're creepiness pushed her away, you weirdo." Bill huffed a little at the end, leaning back slightly to scowl in disgust.

He had yet to know if he was playing his cards right, but he just knew, somewhere deep inside himself, that he couldn't screw this up. There was a certain foreboding that unsettled him deeply, and he could nearly taste the danger that lay about here.

"LIAR!" Gideon shouted, cute facade broken, pointing accusingly at Bill with his next words. "You turned her against me!" he jumped from the chair and stalked towards Bill, a certain glint in his eyes as he grasped his bolo tie. "She was my peach dumplin'!" he continued.

"Well, someone's upset." Bill huffed disinterestedly, rolling his eye. Gideon raised his hand in the air, and Bills' eyes widened when he saw himself lifting off the ground. He kicked his legs a little, grasping his cane tightly. With a wave of his hand, the crazy, white-haired child flung him across the warehouse and into a bunch of boxes, which were none-to-soft.

A Li'l-Gideon doll fell into in front of him and squeaked. He picked it up and it said "Howdy!" in a cheerful voice that in no way reflected what the real one was.

"Readin' minds isn't all I can do." Gideon said with a smirk, towering over the smaller boy.

'No kidding,' Bill thought, though he put on a careless expression. "Oh, really, mister fakes-a-lot." he replied, carefully to keep the fear out of his voice.

"Oh, tell me Bill, is this fake?" Gideon asked, raising his right hand while clutching the bolo tie with his left. Boxes glowed and opened on their own, floating upwards as whatever was inside -all of it related to Gideon- floated out.

Bill's eyes widened, and he scrambled to his feet, dodging left and right as Gideon laughed madly and flung things at him. Bill managed to always keep the twerp in the corner of his eye -at the least- as he swerved to and fro, watching his hand move; for whenever he swung it about, something came at him, meaning he could use the older childs movements as a way to guess at the next attack.

He even managed to use his cane to deflect some of the incoming objects. All of this simply added to the older childs fury, however, as the attacks, which were previously slow and lazy, like a cat playing with a mouse -as Bill then realized- suddenly became more serious and vicious.

He could barely get out of the way, his leg was now beginning to ache fiercely now and he couldn't make much use of his cane from all the sudden twists and turns he had to make now. A sudden flurry of glass plates or clocks -maybe both- suddenly attacked him, driving him another way, closer to the wall. Bill caught a large amount of the unnatural glow right in front of him, and say the shelf that rocked back and forth.

With a muted gasp, he managed to dodge aside, tumbling end-over-end and stopping suddenly with his back against the wall. Miraculously, he had managed to hang onto his cane.

"I knew Grunkle Stan was right!" Bill exclaimed angrily, no intent of keeping up the clueless, careless facade any longer. "You are a monster!" Bill shouted, waving his cane towards the other threateningly. 'Just keep it up, Sife,' he told himself. 'Just keep it up long enough to get out. Once in the woods, he won't be able to get you and you can warn Mabel! Protect Mabel!' he told himself.

"You're friend will be mine!" Gideon cackled madly, then pulled the string on a doll of himself and it laughed, too; just less menacingly.

Bill grit his teeth, leaped to his feet, and charged at Gideon, ready to use his cane as a weapon as he got closer.

"Who's a cute little guy? You are." Gideon said to the doll, distracted. "No, you are!" the doll 'replied' back. He suddenly noticed the blond-haired child when he grunted loudly, cane held over his shoulder like a baseball bat, ready to go.

He grabbed his tie and raised his hand upwards, catching the younger in the magic's grasp and lifting him off the ground. Bill didn't lose his cane, though he did kick initially at the lack of ground under his feet.

"She's never gonna date you, you old-man-haired, pale-butt-faced, idiot-cheating-BASTARD!" Bill shouted, completely losing it, glaring hard. He was really going to pound this twerp after this. NO ONE who acted this way was allowed anywhere near his cousin.

"That's a lie." Gideon replied fiercely, a malicious grin growing on his face as he glanced to the side. "And I'm gonna make sure you never lie to me again, friend." he said 'friend' in a way that Bill knew meant the exact opposite, and he stared in growing horror as a pair of large scissors rose out of the box, approaching the vest-wearing kid, who struggled to move.

To his utter dismay and mounting panic, he couldn't move his arms from his sides, nor kick his legs, to defend himself. His only comfort was the cane held tightly in his left hand, which he gave a small squeeze to try and ground himself. So he could think of a way out of this. For Mabel.

'Mabel!' his mind exclaimed, eyes widening as he spotted her biking up the path. 'If I could stall the twerp somehow . . .' Gideon paused a moment when he heard Bill laughing, practically cackling at some unknown joke.

"What's so funny? I've defeated you!" Gideon snapped angrily, continuing the scissors progress towards the other boy.

Bill continued to snicker, grinning as wide as possible. "Do you really think she'll go out with you? After this?" he emphasized the word. The scissors didn't slow. In fact, they seemed to speed up.

"After what?" Gideon demanded.

"After she finds my dead, bloody body in your warehouse." Bill replied casually. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he spotted Mabel peeking in the window, a look of surprise and terror on her face. The scissors stuttered to a halt a foot from his neck, and he grinned wide, crazily so, at Gideon, egging him on in an attempt to make him change his mind; or at least to stall him.

"Gideon, we have to talk!" Mabel exclaimed, coming in the door.

Gideon had a surprised expression on his face as he whirled around, and Bill breathed a quick sigh as the scissors, moments away from biting into his neck, lost the magic glow around them, bounding off of his chest and clanging as they hit the floor.

Gideon said something, and Mabel said something back, but Bill was tuning them out in favor of taking deep, calming breaths. He opened his eyes wide when he felt something choking him, managing to flail a hand near his neck, but not actually grasping it, gripping his cane so tightly that his knuckles turned white with the other.

"M-mabel!" he choked out, gasping for breath, panic in his eyes. "M-mabel, d-don't trus-ACK!?" he choked and sputtered for air, trying to get the message through that Gideon was not to be trusted.

Mabel said something, and Gideon replied, then there was a brief rip sound as Mabel shouted angrily. As Bill fell against the ground and gasped for air, coughing, he heard Mabel shout "No, not really! You were like, attacking my cousin! What the heck!" she half-screamed at Gideon, her anger and protectiveness clear in her voice.

"My tie, give it back!" Gideon pleaded, sounding panicky.

Bill stood, leaning heavily on his cane, but managed to backpedal and catch the tie when Mabel threw it his way. He waved it teasingly. "Ha. still a fa-!" was all he managed to get out before Gideon screamed in rage and tackled him, sending them both crashing through the window and off the cliff.

Bill lost the tie, his hat, and his cane when it happened. He screamed in rage and managed to punch Gideon in the face, though not after being slapped by the little twerp.

"You promised! You promised not to hurt her!" he howled at the ten-year-old.

"I never said anything about YOU!" Gideon screamed in reply to the eight-year-old, the two now tumbling end-over-end as they attacked eachother. Bill managed to get another punch in when he realized how close to the ground they were.

Both kids screamed in fear and dropped the fight, throwing up hands to try and shield themselves or just plain closing their eyes to accept their fate.

Bill was the one to close his eyes. Both were visible now, hair whipped back to reveal the cloudy, sightless orb, the brand standing out starkly on his face.

Everything suddenly grew still. At first, he thought he was dead, and felt glad that it had been a painless death. He was now hovering upright in place, Gideon's panting in his ears . . .wait. . .

Bill opened his eyes to find both him and Gideon floating above the ground -though the white-haired idiot was upside down- and looked up, smiling when he saw Mabel, the moon behind her and glow surrounding her making her look majestic and beautiful. She floated down, the magic disappearing around her and landing easily on the ground.

Bill now noticed that, in her other hand, she held his hat and cane. He couldn't help but smile at that.

"Listen, Gideon, it's over." she leaned in and said to his face. "I will never, ever date you." her face was hard and stony, so unlike her usual cheerful, upbeat personality.

"Yeah!" Bill exclaimed triumphantly, grunting when Mabel released the magics hold on them, dropping both him and Gideon to the ground. She then threw the bolo-tie at a rock, shattering it in a cloud of teal-green smoke.

Gideon flinched, then exclaimed, "My powers!" he stood, glaring at them. He backed away into the shadows, both hands outstretched and pointing at them. "Oh, this isn't over." he warned. "This isn't the last you'll see. Of widdle. Old. Me." Gideon disappeared among the trees.

Bill stood with a wince, seeing something shiny digging into his bare arm, wincing as the adrenaline wore off and the sharp pain made itself known. He hid his arm, however, when Mabel stepped up next to him, both watching Gideon run off, glancing at eachother.

"I'm creepier than you'll ever be, Gideon!" he shouted after the white-haired kid. "And don't ever forget it!"

Mabel offered his hat and cane, but gasped as Bill accepted them, leaning on his cane and placed his hat on his head. "Bill, you're arms!" she pointed out the sharp shards of glass, blood already starting to drip on the ground from the worst of them.

Bill grunted in reply, gripping the largest he could see on his right arm and unceremoniously ripping it out. There was little emotion on his face; it was blank. Mabel gasped, hands covering her mouth in shock as Bill tossed it aside, seemingly uncaring.

He was screaming in pain inside. The blood began to flow harder on that spot, and he watched it drip to the ground for several seconds before yanking out the next one.

Mabel watched in growing horror. It was the look of straight, pain-free blankness that disturbed her most.

Third. Pause. Stare. Drip, drip. Fourth.

She was frozen, watching as subtle hints of a grin of delight grew on her little cousins face.

Eighth. Snicker. Stop. Snicker again. Drip, drip. Drip, drip. Eleventh.

As he began to chuckle gleefully, holding the twelfth and final piece in his hand, blood already staining it, he tossed it away and chuckled harder. "Hilarious." he got out between laughs. "Just plain hilarious." he snickered again, eyes opening to find Mabel staring at him in utter horror.

His laughter stopped at once. His grin fell, and dead-serious worry and concern filled him. He tucked his injured right limb in close, cane grasped tightly to his chest over it, looking uncertain and scared, pain clear in his baby-blue eye, drawn-together eyebrows, and pressed lips as he glanced at Mabel and then away.

Mabel snapped out of it and stepped forward and gently pulled his hurt arm free, hissing in sympathy as she observed the several small wounds, some deeper than others and sure to scar. She pulled her sweater off and wrapped it around the injured limb, as tightly as she dared, half-worried and half-satisfied to hear a small whimper and see the wince her cousin gave to it.

It was lots better than him laughing about the pain, or the blankness of expression before that. She gently picked him up, holding him princess-style in her arms, carrying him away.

"I'm sorry . . ." Bill said softly.

Mabel barely caught the words. "It's alright." she tried to assure him. "You're safe, I'm safe. We just need to get Grunkle Stan to bandage you up when we get home." she carefully readjusted her grip on him. The small child didn't weigh very much compared to her, and was a little smaller than Gideon, besides. It was easy to carry him.

Bill closed his eyes, huffing. "No, it's not." he told her. "I made you scared . . .scared of me." tears began to pool in his eyes. "And that's not okay . . ." he whispered.

Mabel frowned in thought. "Why were you laughing?" Bill flinched at the idea. "It's okay. If you talk about, maybe you'll feel better; plus, I'll know what's going on next time and won't be as worried. And besides, I'm worried for you, not scared of you." she finished with a braces-filled smile.

Bill took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Well, I was trying to think of something funny, to distract myself from the pain. It was the look on Gideon's face when I called him this one name, right before spotting you biking up the hill. I wanted to think of something pleasant, or better, because my arm hurt so bad. . . ." he trailed off, closing his eyes again.

Mabel hummed in thought, nodding slowly. "That makes sense." she smiled wide. "And that's okay; it's a way for you to cope, a special way that helps you work through the pain!"

Bill grinned at her, opening his eyes. "Alrighty, then." he replied. "After I get fixed up, can we make some hot-cocoa?" he asked. Mabel cheered in response, speeding up as Bill laughed happily.

He then broke off short and gained a half-scared expression, turning to bury his face into Mabels shirt to hide his sudden bout of tears at the thought as he mumbled something out.

"What was that?" Mabel asked quietly. Bill hardly ever cried, and then it was usually because he'd woken up from a nightmare.

He glanced at his bloody, sweater-bound arm before repeating it, and Mabel knew exactly why.

"Don't tell Stan."

"Heh. I coulda had it all." Stan sighed, before turning back to the kids sat in his armchair. He quickly took note of the bandages wrapping tightly around both of Bill's arms, as well as some blood evident on the kids clothes, besides some bruises and scuff marks here and there. Mabel appeared unscathed. Both seemed exhausted and glum.

"What the heck happened to you two?" he asked, concerned.

"Gideon." Mabel replied.

"Gideon." Bill echoed, his usual grin gone in replace of a tired, pained frown.

"Gideon." grumbled Stan, cracking open a Pitt soda and going over to sit on the T-Rex skull next the chair. "The little mutant swore vengeance on the whole family." he paused to snicker. "I guess he's going to nibble my ankles or something.

Bill immediately grinned, though it wasn't near as wide as usual, giggling at the idea. "Well, I can nibble HIS ankles! And besides, we destroyed his powers! What's he gonna do? Try and guess what number we're thinking of?" he giggled again.

"He'll never guess what number I'm thinking of; negative eight! No one would guess a negative number!" Mabel exclaimed next to her cousin.

They all laughed about that, Bill perking up to smile at his cousin, sitting up a little and managing to ignore the deep ache in his arms. They hadn't found any good pain meds for him to take. Something to ask Stan later. But for now, he remained quiet and covered up the pain with not only his laughter, but the laughter of his family, too.

"Oooh, look out!" Stan mocked, still laughing with them, pulling them both closer to him with one arm. "I bet he's planning our destruction right now!" he pushed himself over the edge of the armrest and landed on top of the smaller two, all three still laughing their hearts out at the silliness of it.

Bill couldn't help but feel a clear, distinct twinge of worry, however. Gideon had seemed dead-serious about getting revenge on them. And, however he found that amulet, whether he stumbled across it or found it somewhere after learning about it, then he'd probably -definitely- be able to find a better replacement and get back at them.

A worried, thoughtful frown slipped onto his face and his laughter petered off. Grunkle Stan finally climbed off of them, still chuckling, but it broke off when he saw the younger kids expression. It wasn't his usual super-wide, excited grin. He was frowning, and the look never really fit right on the young blonde-haired boys face.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Stan grunted, trying to hide that he cared.

Bill looked up in surprise, then grinned wide. "Well, I scraped up my arms right-good earlier and Mabel promised we'd make hot cocoa with you!" he said cheerfully, but with clear notes of disappointed sadness. He made a bit of a pleading, hopeful face up at Stan and shaking his right arm in above the ground. "But you weren't here! Could you please . . ?" the kid begged.

Stan made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. "Fine, you little gremlin." he grunted, sounding less-than-pleased, but he slapped on a grin and scooped the child up, which Bill giggled over, and walked towards the kitchen, Mabel following quickly after them, pausing only to grab her younger cousins dropped hat and temporarily forgotten cane.

Done! Woah! Over four-thous-and words! I've outdone myself!

Again, I hope y'all liked this. I based it off of the episode "The Hand That Rocks the Mabel", in terms of some dialogue and events. I hope I got it accurate enough, yet that it was enough of a twist for you all at the end! Please review!

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Sorry, guest reviewer "Candymouse22", but you didn't exactly pick a topic, but kudos to figuring it out and suffering through the decoding of my nonsense! He's a new one for you guys to solve! Same stakes as before! You win, you pick any kind of oneshot idea/topic! Your choice what I exploit!

And, here's what the last one was, for those who weren't sure;

"THERE WAS A SPHINX SAT IN AN OAK
THE MORE HE SAW THE MORE HE HOPED
THE MORE HE HOPED, THE MORE HE LEARNED
WHY CAN'T WE ALL BE LIKE THIS WISE OLD BRO?

THEN THERE WAS HIS TWIN
WHO ENDED IN TROUBLE
AND STARTED WITH A GRIN
A GARGOYLE WHO ALWAYS
LOOKED AFTER HIS DOUBLE.

WHO CAN HELP BUT LIKE THESE TWO YOUNG FELLOWS?
I KNOW I CAN'T, SO GIVE THEM A WAVE AND A "YELLO"!"