Depravity Falls: The Official Horror Chapter 6: Unexpected Reunion, a gravity falls fanfic

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Chapter 6: Unexpected Reunion

SCHUNK!

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Wait, I'm not dead?

I barely got my eyes to open a bit more. The monster's claw had fallen to its side, limp. The thing was standing over me, its face expressionless.

That was when I saw the point of a long knife sticking through its face.

SCHLICK!

The knife retracted out of the head, and the monster fell to the side.

Mabel.

She stood over me, staring at the last two monsters with absolute and utter wrath and fury written all over her body. Her grip on the knife shook with rage. The monsters, seeing her, could feel her rage radiate from her very being. They whimpered in fear, backing down.

But that wasn't enough for her.

Screaming in rage, she launched herself at the monster to my right, bringing down the knife once more into the monster.

SCHUNK!

From there, my eyes closed once again, and through my near-death state, I could hear the sound of flesh tearing, screaming, and howling.

SCHUNK!

SCHLICK!
SCHUNK!

SCHLICK!
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Silence.

I couldn't even find the energy to open my eyes, and so I laid there for a few moments, gasping quietly in agony as the cuts all around my body singed in pain. I could even feel a few stab wounds in my sides.

As I bled profusely, the pain seemed to fade a bit.

I was dying.

….

Finally.

Yet, hazily, I could hear someone's panicked, weeping voice, then something pressed against my body. I could feel my blood stop leaking out of my body.

Someone was trying to save me…

Please...no…

I don't want to live in this world anymore…

I'm tired of fighting…

I'm tired of surviving…

I'm scared...of those monsters...

Of those people…

Of this reality…

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I felt light-headed.

I could feel my eyelids drooping. I tried to lift them, but I felt so weak, and they came down again.

Then the pain kicked in.

Slowly, at first, then it ramped up exponentially. Soon enough, every gash in my body was pulsing with pain. I was in agony. Someone needed to put me down.

Someone needed to kill me.

Please, it hurts.

It fucking hurts.

OH GOD IT HURTS-

Dippie Dippie Dippie Dippie Dippie Dippie-

I looked down at him. His breaths were labored, his chest slowly rising and falling-

Dippie Dippie Dippie Dippie Dippie-

I couldn't look at him, or I would surely burst -Dippie- into tears.
I looked around frantically -Dippie- but there were no buildings -Dippie- around. It was just the fucking woods, as per -Dippie- usual.

I trekked on, trying to find something, somewhere I could find -Dippie- medical services for him. I managed to -Dippie- find several rolls of bandages in a nearby pharmacy, and a couple bottles of medicine, but -Dippie- I had no idea what they did. They had those weird -Dippie- medicinal names, like Epinephrine and Prozac. I didn't want to risk feeding him medicine that could -Dippie- kill him.

"I'll save you, Dippie. I'll save you."

I uttered that mantra incessantly. I couldn't let him die.

My legs started to -Dippie- ache, but I kept on, unwilling to let him die.

Finally.

In the distance, I could -Dippie- see a building in sight. It looked to be a giant, brick manor, with white marble columns lining the front entrance. There would -Dippie- definitely be something of value there.

I began to trek over.

Boom.

What the hell was that?

I turned my -Dippie- head and saw a monstrously large silhouette in the distance. It tramped around, its gigantic arms swinging -Dippie- slightly as it moved, ever so slowly, across the landscape.

Boom.

I was almost -Dippie- mesmerized by the sight of the colossal creature stomping on woodland, as each tremor from the beast's movement could be felt from miles away.

Dippie Dippie Dippie Dippie Dippie-

Shit, how could I forget?! I had to focus on -Dippie- the task.

I turned back around and began running to -Dippie- the mansion, when I heard a deep grumble.

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I turned around once more to see the -Dippie- colossal creature's bright, glowing white eyes stare in my direction.

I was paralyzed in fear as I could feel that, even miles away, this thing had its gaze trained on me.

….

Thankfully, it turned its gaze back to its path, and continued its trek.

Boom.

I sighed in relief. That thing -Dippie- could have definitely tried to kill Dippi-Dipper.

I had almost forgotten how annoyed he seemed whenever -Dipper- I called him 'Dippie'. I would definitely have to stop that -Dipper- if I was to get him to like me.

To love me.

Once that thought surfaced, -Dipper- I felt that euphoric tinge of excitement whenever thoughts like that occurred to -Dipper- me.

"It's not time to worry about that, Mabel. Let's get going. Dipper needs care, and fast."

With that, I continued my way towards the house.

"Finally."

My legs had almost -Dipper- given up from the stress of carrying him. She was already worn out from -Dipper- the earlier fight, and now having to carry an 88-pound teenager was even more trying. As I -Dipper- drudged up the steps to the porch, I saw a bench next to the main entrance.

"Oh, thank god."

I quickly dragged my feet over and -Dipper- gently placed Dipper on the bench. It looked comfy, a welcome change to the usual brutal atmosphere. I took a moment to catch my breath.

Now I needed to -Dipper- find some medical equipment.

I looked up and towards -Dipper- the front entrance of the manor. Dark oak double doors, with glass panes -Dipper- in the middle of each one. I took my carving knife out of my belt, and walked over to -Dipper- look in. The glass panels were slightly altered, so that my -Dipper- view inside was a bit warped. However, I could get the gist of a large lobby, with some grand stairs snaking up the wall to a balcony of sorts. To my left and -Dipper- right, the hallway led to some other rooms.

I saw no movement, so it looked like we were somewhat clear of danger.

I looked back at Dipper, ensuring he was still okay. The bandages that wrapped up the majority of his skin were -Dipper- stained red with his blood. He looked pale, which broke my -Dipper- heart.

I'd have to -Dipper- save him.

At any costs.

Dipper Dipper Dipper Dipper Dipper-

Those voices were my guide, my reason for living.

Dipper Dipper Dipper Dipper Dipper-

He was my reason for living.

Turning the knob of the door, I readied my carving knife as I walked in. Luckily, the door hinges seemed well-oiled, as they barely -Dipper- made any sort of creak as I opened the door. My eyes darted around, scanning my surroundings. The place was devoid of life.

To my left, a dining room, with a chandelier hanging above the long table. A fireplace was adjacent to the dining table, with logs stacked on top of one another, atop a pile of coal. Beyond that room, I saw an entrance to what looked to be the kitchen.

To my right, there was a living room of sorts, with a couple couches lining the walls, a coffee table in the middle, and a flat screen TV posted on the eastern wall. Beyond that room, at the back, I saw an entrance to what looked to be the laundry room. There seemed to be no doors at the lower floor of this house, save for the two doors behind the winding staircase, which probably led to guest rooms, maybe places of entertainment. I did see a tennis court outside after all, next to the manor.

All this was processed in mere seconds. This was a startling new ability I had -Dipper- discovered when I had first gained consciousness in -Dipper- the first week, when I had woken up next to Dipper.

I looked up the winding staircase. There were other doors on the balcony upstairs, but I didn't bother -Dipper- going up there to investigate yet. I needed to get Dipper in and fully taken care -Dipper- of, medically and otherwise.

I walked out, picked up Dipper, and hurried back inside. I worked my -Dipper- way towards the living room and laid him on the nearest couch, which happened to be in front of the coffee -Dipper- table.

As I placed him on the piece of furniture, I stood up, blowing out air and -Dipper- wiping my forehead.

Now it was time to find the-

Click.

I stopped moving. The sound had come -Dipper- from around the corner, upstairs.

Shit! I should've -Dipper- checked up there. I had gotten -Dipper- a big head, thinking I had -Dipper- found refuge.

I readied my carving -Dipper- knife once again, planting myself against -Dipper- the wall that rounded the corner.

I heard -Dipper- someone stepping down the stairs, the creaking of the -Dipper- steps giving their position away.

I switched the positioning of my carving knife, with the point facing downwards, so -Dipper- I could stab at the enemy much -Dipper- more quickly.

My heart beat against my chest as I -Dipper- readied myself to defend Dipper's life.

As I saw the barrel of a pistol round -Dipper- the corner slowly, I moved forward, slapping it downwards with one hand.

Click!

Oddly, the gun didn't go off, instead the hammer slapped against the back as if a -Dipper- shot would go off.

I brought my knife down on the combatant, who -Dipper- managed to stop my downward stab with his hand, grabbing my wrist.

I struggled for a bit, before I noticed the enemy's face. He noticed mine, as well.

"Mabel?!"

"Asshole?!"

"Fuck off!"

As he said this, he released my -Dipper- hand, throwing me off. I sheathed the carving knife, looking at him with suspicion. He mirrored the -Dipper- same look. I noticed the revolver in his hand, and pointed -Dipper- to it.

"Why would you bring an empty gun into the fight?"

Stan looked down at -Dipper- the revolver with frustration.

"It does have bullets, see?"

He popped open the chamber, showing me that -Dipper- it was fully loaded. I was perplexed.

"So that gun is decoration, then."

"It's not. I would know. There were decorative and real guns back at that shack I owned, at least before I got run off by some damn monsters."

Mabel took this information in.

"Must have been a misfire." I concluded.

However, Stan didn't -Dipper- seem convinced. He aimed the gun at the -Dipper- floor and pulled the trigger.

Click!

The hammer once again clapped against the back, but no bullet came out. He did it a couple more times.

Click!

It didn't work each time. Stan looked at the gun with contempt.

"This thing is shit. I can't believe these people wasted money on such faulty firearms."

He then unslung the rifle that was on his back, and -Dipper- pointed that at the ground, pulling the trigger.

Click!

"Wha…"

Click!

"What the hell is wrong with these things?!"

He threw down the rifle in anger, rubbing his head -Dipper- in confusion. That made me think -Dipper- back to the town.

"You know, if you didn't notice, back at that place we got captured at, it seemed there weren't any firearms being carried either…"

"Then...does that mean there's something wrong with guns? What happened?"

I shrugged. I had no idea, nor did -Dipper- I care. I pointed to Dipper, staring at Stan.

"He needs medical attention. I need supplies to help him."

Stan looked -Dipper- over my shoulder to see the mummified Dipper.

"Holy shit, what happen-"

"Stan, I need the supplies now."

He seemed a bit irked by my demanding tone, but he nodded.

"I found some supplies in the master bedroom's personal bathroom. Let me tell you, that bathroom is big as fu-"

"Stan!"

"Right, right."

He hurried off, rounding the corner and disappearing out of sight as he -Dipper- went to go get the medical supplies. I looked back, -Dipper- kneeling beside Dipper, making sure he continued breathing.

"Please don't die, Dipper. Please don't die…"

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