Mabel was a literal blur as she went about creating something, which she hid behind some curtains so none could see it. where she got the mobile curtain rods, no one saw. Blendin stood by and stared in confusion over what he did.

For those unaware, Blendin is currently being possessed by Bill Cypher. He had planned to trick the stupid twin of the younger set to give him the rift. However, Mabel took what he said differently than he anticipated. Just mentioning the portal and Stan once, had caused the girl to flip out and rush home, almost dragging him as she thanked him for the idea, which even he didn't see her getting.

This was new and chaotic, it felt like watching a train wreck, he couldn't look away. After watching the girl set her little machine up, and noticing where she was going with it, found that this was a more fun way to break the rift instead of just smashing it on the ground. So, he waited, and wished he had some popcorn while he watches Mabel build something that wouldn't work and give him what he wanted anyway, without him having to make a deal.

He was brilliant.

Though he still wondered how the old Stan-vacs worked into this whole thing, the leftover chunks of the portal frame that Fordsy had yet to destroy could only net her into even more trouble, and she even stole more things from her brother's backpack, them being some items he grabbed from the alien ship. Mabel had somehow worked several things into this machine, as she added in several dream catchers, that she claimed were full of nightmares and maybe one or two inappropriate ones from Dipper.

He did his best to ignore her saying 'wink, wink' 'nudge, nudge' as she did just that to him, though he did laugh at Pinetree's expense. He almost missed when Dipper came back from the woods where he was looking for Mabel when she ran off. "What is going on here?"

Mabel gasped as she poked her head from the sheet she was using to hide her invention. "Dipper, your early broseph, sit next to Blandin and wait for me to finish my latest masterpiece. This will be a present for the ages, and it will turn this entire week and our birthday around."

Dipper turned to Blendin, who merely shrugged. "I was just passing through honestly, I saw her sitting in the woods and gave her a bit of advice and she dragged me here and started to work on this thing." Bill would have laughed and duplicated himself to pat himself on the back for that one, thankful that the time dork wore goggles.

Mabel stepped into their view as she started to ham it up. "Alright you two, say hello to the Negativity Away-inator."

The 'machine' looked like it was glued together with glitter and connected through rubber bands and paper clips. It did have some wires sticking out, none of them giving off sparks, so it couldn't be dangerous. The thing looked like someone wanted a super cool vacuum, so they glued several together, covered it in glitter, before shoving metal tubes between them and a big obvious button, which looked to be paper mâché covered in glitter.

Though he did notice the unicorn hair, which she had the rest of. Hopefully they wouldn't need stood happy and proud, even as Stan, Ford, Wendy and Soos all stepped out of the shack to see what the ruckus was all about.

"So, that's what happened to my Stan-vacs."

"Are those parts of the portal I had just destroyed?"

Wendy just chuckled while Soos gasped in amazement and gave applause. Dipper stepped forward. "Mabel, I need my bag. It is paramount that I get it and the contents within back."

Mabel just snorted slightly, knowing he was using the larger words in his vocabulary to impress Ford. He knew she didn't pay attention to big words because they were just there to over complicate what you wanted to say, just to sound more important or smarter to others. Why couldn't he just say it was important he got it back? "Don't worry bro-bro, when we turn on the Bad Mojo drain-inator, everything will be perfect."

Ford and Dipper both raised an eyebrow, before speaking in sync. "I thought it was the Negativity Away-inator?"

Mabel just threw her arms in the air as she shouted simantiques and ignored both Ford and Dipper correcting her use of semantics. Mabel dragged her brother over to her machine and began talking. "Well, once we push this button, everything that is bad that is going on will be thrown out, and everything will be kittens and rainbows."

Ford stepped forward and grabbed Mabel by the arm before she could push the button. "We should really test this thing out first. Allow me to run some tests on it to see what wires you crossed and make sure it won't explode or anything."

Stan scoffed at his brother. "It's a sculpture of my old vacuums I failed to sell, and some of your science junk glued together with glue and paper mâché. How is it gonna blow up?"

Ford held on to Mabel's left arm as he turned to address his brother. "Could you say with perfect assurance that it won't?"

Mabel frowned as she watched everyone doubt her invention. Mabel and Stan weren't stupid, they weren't smart like Ford and Dipper, but they were far from inept in technology. Mabel was far from inept; Stan was too old to care.

But Stan, while not even knowing how to use a modern phone, or even knowing what the word text meant, was able to build a portal to another dimension, with a third of the blueprint. Mabel, in her anger at her grunkles arguing over her machine, unable to decide which side was worse, Stan doubting it worked while Ford believing it would blow up,shoved Dipper into the machine, causing him to catch himself by smacking the paper mâché button, causing him to scream in pain as they heard glass break and a rainbow barrier form around the machine and Dipper.

Everyone, panicking and shouting for the boy, were forced back as a shock wave hit. When the light in the area returned to normal levels, everyone turned to check on Dipper. Dipper was on the ground, the invention in pieces, and surrounding them were six people. All of whom were recognizable to a degree.

The first pair was Dipper and Mabel if they were older, the second set was Dipper with the body of a deer and Pacifica in a nightgown. Her feet were pretty bruised up and even bleeding. The next Dipper looked only slightly older, while wearing a blue jacket and a red scarf. The final person, while possible to tell is Dipper, looked closer to a corpse that got caught in a machine that cut his arms to ribbons, before a saw blade cut him in half through his torso.

Ironically, the corpse was the first to stand. Black ink came from his wounds and sewed him back together before coating him and taking on the appearance of a black and white character from what looked to be an old timey cartoon.

Toon Dipper just looked around at his surroundings and smiled at everyone. "Hello."

His voice had a higher pitch, almost like a deeper Mickey Mouse voice. A cane made of ink formed from his hand before stretching out and pulling Mabel towards him, similar to a cartoon. Mabel wondered if he made the sound effects on purpose, or it just happened naturally. Ford had made an attempt to grab her but missed.

Bill was in shock, amused, but also downright furious. This was not supposed to happen, what did she put on that machine? The amusement was overpowering his anger though. He could always start his plan up again, he was immortal. But how many people could say they were there when something this chaotic, that even he hadn't planned or even seen coming. This was hilarious.

Up till it wasn't. "Hello Bill." Everyone reacted to what the Dipper wearing the scarf said.

Ford pulled out his gun and took aim, Stan put on a pair of gold knuckles and Wendy picked up an axe. The Dipper that was part deer stood up and began to glow, his antlers growing and giving off an ethereal light, his coat taking a star filled night theme, as he moved faster than anyone else, plunging his antlers through Bill's chest.

Everyone from this dimension were shocked, the older twins were intrigued, toon Dipper just tilted his head, as scarfed Dipper just smiled. Deerper lifted his head and apparently ripped Bill out of Blandin, nearly causing Ford to have a heart attack. "What did I say again?"

Pacifica was the one who spoke up frustrated. "Are you saying you did this back home but can't do it here?"

"I was running off instinct and allowed my magic to guide me, but there is no pull in it this time, it's not helping. I figured I would do what I did then and hope I would do the same thing out of instinct."

Sans (cause you guys are smart cookies and know who this is) chuckled. "Something tells me your new to your powers. It was most likely who ever gave them to you that guided your actions through your magic, and they just can't reach you here. you just had your training wheels yanked off kid. Let me handle the rest."

As he said the last bit, his eyes turned dead sinking in slightly, as his speech took a darker tone. Raising his hand, making a grabbing motion, Bill turned blue and lifted off Deerper's antlers. Before he was blasted from six different angles by large beams of energy. Twice, thrice, four times, the fifth time large bones impaled him from countless directions before, as he was hovering over no one, a giant beam that was large enough to encompass a monster truck hit down from above.

Bill looked to be torn and damaged. "How can you do so much to me? Why can't I move?"

"We acted too fast, and my magic is pinning you to your current state. it is the only thing keeping you together right now." While everyone else was a bit shocked at the violent actions, Ford was almost enjoying this. Dipper and Mabel, the older set, were taking notes and making plans.

"We don't want to have to start all over again, it would be pointless, I say we learn a bit and return to our Town." Mabel nodded to her brother, also coming to the same realization. There was less sin here given the reaction the others had to that display of magic.

Poor fools.

Bill slowly turned to dust as he slowly turned from being blue. "Sorry to say this buddy, but you are made of magic, and my soul magic can rip through you like tissue paper as long as you don't possess a physical form like you did in my dimension."

Sans Dipper took great pleasure in the triangle's screams as he slowly released his magical hold. Finishing him off by stabbing a bone straight up and through his eyeball. Deerper was back to his normal looks, staring in shock a long with everyone else, besides the two evil twins, who looked intrigued by the magic used, and Ink. "Welp, I'm going to Suzan's."

Everyone watched as he walked towards the woods opposite to town, before he was pulled back by the ink cane that was used on Mabel. "Now hold on a minute there, buddy, you can't just go off after such a flex of power. Come and have a little chat. I am curious about what happened to make you so ruthless. I mean, I died to get like this."

"So did I."

EDipper(shadowwriter329's) chuckled. "Maybe we can all just calm down and talk through how things have been, and how we should handle things moving forward."

Ford smiled as he stepped next to the boy. "Indeed, my boy. I guess with how old you appear to be, I can see the bright future you hold and how much I have taught you." Dipper(canon) started to look anxious, as they all got dragged into the shack, Sans rolling his eyes as he teleported the broken machine to the basement.

As everyone sat around the living room in the shack waiting for someone to start 'story time' as Mabel put it, Wendy took it upon herself to bandage Pacifica's feet. Ford was the first to step forward. "Well, first things first. We need a way to differentiate you all."

Younger Mabel giggled as she pointed to the deer boy. "Well, we have Deerper, instead of Dipper, so that's one down."

Said Dipper and the Pacifica next to him both frowned, as Dipper responded. "I think calling me what I am would be better than that nickname."

Pacifica just sighed. "Well, as long as we don't deal with my alternate self here, then my name should suffice. However, how about Chiron for you? After the famous trainer of heroes? He was a centaur rather than a cervitaur, but unless you know any famous cervitaurs, best I can think of."

Dipper, now going by Chiron, smiled. "I didn't think of drawing inspiration from Greek myths. I expected Mabel to continue and convince everyone to call me something silly."

Mabel appeared to take offense to that. "And take away your cute interaction with apparently your girlfriend? Considering she did come through the rift riding on your back."

Chiron and Pacifica looked around and noticed several other people actually appeared to think along similar lines. Chiron chose to explain. "Well, since we are starting with us, I invented a bracelet that kept Bill from possessing us and made enough to give everyone in town one. This led to setting Bill back decades and for revenge he trapped me in the form of a baby deer. While in said form Gideon murdered me and Mabel with the help from a dryad, took me to get some help. The goddess known as Mother of the Forests, along with a god known as Father of the Sky, reworked my body into its current form, and I gained magic that I used to defeat Bill. That is the cliff note version."

As everyone digested that, and several looked to be ready to go hunt down Gideon, the coat and scarf Dipper spoke up. "Well, my alter ego is simple, just call me Sans. Dipper's story I guess would alter when Mabel got the idea to create her machine, considering in my timeline she never got that idea and bill was able to get the rift with a deal to allow summer to last for the rest of her days."

Ford frowned at Mabel, but before he said anything he felt a tug on his soul as he was pushed away from her. "Listen here pal, as soon as she chose me over some fantasy life that was better in every way and stepped out of that bubble she was in, she died. Bill promised summer would last for the rest of her days. So, when she left the bubble, Bill made it so she blew up, taking Wendy and Soos with her."

Everyone stared shocked, as the older Mabel held her brother's hand, both now planning what to do about the bill in their timeline, as Sans continued his story. "Sans on the other hand, was trapped in an endless time loop created by a little demon that enjoyed genocide. Sans was murdered by that brat around 137 times, about a third the times he killed it each time it restarted. They had the power of reset, so every time he killed them, they would just go back before the fight and try again. But the most recent end, continued due to the demon hearing someone scream in pain. Apparently, Bill decided to torture Dipper after killing everyone, and one of his minions tossed him too far away and he landed badly on his left arm, causing him to scream and draw my demon's attention before they could restart their genocide all over again."

As Sans took a breather, mostly to allow everyone to digest what he said so far, but also because he decided to close his eyes for a sec. Mabel noticed how his breathing evened out decided to yell. "Bro, you can't just fall asleep in the middle of a story, especially one filled with such suspense and heartbreak!"

Sans' smile turned a little less strained as he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Sorry sis, just been a bit hard to sleep lately." Mabel just nodded, though she did notice the differences between the before and after she yelled, almost like he missed more than just her. "Well as I was saying, after the demon brat decided to check out what happened, Dipper tried to warn them about Bill, which only gave them the chance to slice at him. dipper was left bleeding on the top of a mountain as they went to see what demons he was talking about. So, after they left, Dipper decided to try one last adventure through an unknown cave system. Where he didn't see the cape of our king, I personally think Flowey, or the brat tossed it out of the way. Dipper however continued on, until he found a red and gold corridor, a chilly breeze, and a scarf being held down by a dusty old jacket. dipper had lost his vest, and had holes in his shirt, so feeling a little chilly, he put the jacket and scarf on. yeah, with a bad arm it was painful, but adrenaline and being dead inside can do wonders for what you can ignore."

Everyone somewhat flinched at the boy's choice in words. "Afterwards, soul magic interfered with determination in the blood, and badda bing, you got me. Together we dealt with both our problems, and have yet to really get back home, so thanks for another pit stop."

Dipper's older self, spoke up when no one picked up after Sans stopped. "Guess it's my turn huh? Well, me and Mabel were just visiting Gravity Falls for the first time, and after a bit of spending time here and making friends, getting into a bit of trouble and all that, we suddenly find ourselves dropping down in front of you all. Uncle Alastor will be so jealous that something so interesting is happening to us."

Stan, being the only one in the know about the twins' family decided to ask. "Who is Alastor?"

Dipper frowned a bit. "Well, he was just a friend we met that taught us a few things. If you don't know him, then he must be special to our timeline, which means that ours is just further along within it."

Sans chuckled; his head tilted in a way that only allowed the older boy to see his glowing eye. "He must be a great friend, maybe could even make the difference in some bad outcomes huh?"

Older Dipper just chuckled, keeping his eyes closed but still being able to sense the magic from Sans poking at him. "Well that just means we can use the names of some of our other friends as nicknames here. I can go by Alastor, while Mabel can go by Rosie."

Rosie gasped. "I would love to go by Uncle Al's girlfriend, they were so cute together that one time. And then that other time when Christmas rolled around, it was all so much fun."

Several others looked a little uncomfortable talking about family events they couldn't recall, when it was them bringing it up. Mabel was all too happy to keep the story time going by dragging the ink Dipper forward. "While we do need to figure out what Pazzy needs to go by, we still need to hear your story my inky bro."

Ink sighed. "I was trying to start up a legit business with Northwest and he activated the ink machine while I was inside shredding me apart. And because he had the bright idea to use a part of Bill's statue, which held all forms of chaos magic, in order to try and create infinite ink. The chaos magic fused with the ink, giving me my current form. You can just call me Ink for all I care."

Mabel gave a deadpan stare. "I needed time to think of a name for Paz, Inky bro. Such a short story is not helping."

Paz sighed in exasperation. "Just call me Elise, it's my middle name."

The others just shrugged and nodded, Wendy calling it a night and heading home followed soon after by Soos. Ford mentioned checking out the machine before taking a nap later, while Stan just went to his office, telling the kids they could figure out their own sleep arrangements.

Chiron chose to curl up in Stan's chair, it actually being big enough his deer half curled up in the seat, while his human half could just lean against the back with a blanket thrown over him, while Mabel, Rosie, and Elise all went to use Soos' break room, Dipper went to sleep in the attic, where Alastor would join him in a bit.

Sans gestured for Alastor to join him out on the porch, Ink hanging out in the doorway, mostly curious as to what is going on between the two. "So, how goes your evil plans?"

Alastor just chuckled. "So, the magic you used did indeed scan me? How interesting. How does it work exactly?"

"Sorry, I am a bit too lazy to explain it in detail right now. From what I got from you earlier, you may become a bit of a wild card. I got just one thing to say though."

Sans suddenly grew from his four-foot height to about 6 foot 3, his left arm and leg both taking a skeletal appearance, while his right appeared to have gained a bit of muscle to them. The left half of his face appeared to have melted off as the pupil where is eye should have been gained a blue glow. The upper skull of the 'blaster' he used earlier appearing to hover over his head like a helm, and three jaw bones hanging from his own. Six bone-like wings with different glowing eyes at the mid joints forming at his back.

"One warning bro, any genocidal acts and your history."

Ink actually stumbled backwards from the change, a bit surprised. Alastor however, merely smiled. "Don't worry my friend, I will be nothing if not a perfect angel. Given you don't threaten me again."

Alastor simply raised his right hand as a red glow formed around his hand, before Sans felt something pulling on his life force, causing him to fight back, leaving the two at a stalemate. "Not a threat, just a warning about a Bad Time."

Ink decided to go lay on the couch, his magic not nearly enough to join their squabble. As the two Dippers slowly released each other from their hold, they both just smile as they turn in. Alastor going to sleep in Mabel's bed in the attic, while Sans went to sleep on the other side of the couch, being short enough in his powered down form.

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Hello, I was wanting to make this chapter look a bit cleaner, and better paced, so when I posted this thing up to AO3 I fixed it up and came back to repost it so it looked better for my fans here as well.

I haven't really looked too much into how much these chapters have changed, but I did polish and shine it, as well as fuse chapters 1 and 2 together.

I also did chapters 3 and 4, because the length of the chapters allowed it. I hope this looks better now.

Sorry, I forgot to add in the credit for the characters.

The Dipper and Mabel that go by Alastor and Rosie, are pulled from the story Do we have a deal, by shadowwriter329, while Chiron and Elise have been pulled from Cervitaur Blues by Krista Perry.