AN: Okay so, let me get this straight, this story has over 10k views, Over 70 of them followers, over 60 of them favers. I also have over 170 reviews. Chill guys! It's like, the beginning of the story!

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To also answer another question from one of my reviewers, Synicrow, sorry :3 I'll fix that soon, thank you for pointing that out! In case you didn't know they fell from the window.

So, here's another chapter!

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Chapter Eighteen: Don't Tell

Dipper awoke to the feeling of restraints around his wrists and ankles and the sound of voices, they seemed to be…angry, it was obvious the two people were arguing.

"Really? Really? What would—?"

"Shut up! The boy's awake."

Dipper kept his eyes closed, maybe he could devise a plan of escape…fist get rid of the obvious bonds on his wrists and ankles—

"Nice try, kid," A man's voice chuckled. "I know you're awake, your breathing changed."

Dipper finally opened his eyes. The room he was in was surprisingly nice. A crystal chandelier hung from a beautiful ceiling while the floor was made from marble. There were quartz staircases that went either end up to a balcony. It appeared to be dining room/Livingroom, almost as if the room was so large that they needed to fit two different functions (that was probably the case).

In front of him however, were two men sitting at a coffee table drinking wine, one was gruff looking, the other wore a suit. Both had brown hair pulled into a long ponytail. Beside Dipper, was Mabel who slumped forwards in the chair she was tied to; still unconscious.

"Well, well," The man in the suit licked his lips like a predator watching its cornered prey and Dipper shuddered lightly. "Glad to see you've awoken."

"Where am I?" Dipper rasped, his voice dry.

"Doesn't matter," The gruff looking man said.

"What do you want with me and Mabel?" Dipper continued. He tested his bonds, they were tight, but maybe he could wiggle out…

"You can't break free, kid," The gruff man said with a smirk, sipping from his glass. "It's pointless."

"We want nothing to do with you and your darling sister," The man in the suit said. "We just need your brother."

"Matthew?" Dipper asked, a bit of panic in his voice. He had a feeling that whatever those men wanted from his older brother would mean serious trouble. "What do you want with Matthew?"

"Ah…two reasons…" The suit wearing man said slyly. "It's the Mistress's orders to bring him here—God knows why—but I want him, because—."

"Why are you telling your plans to the kid?" The gruff man demanded.

"No reason, Winston," The suit man said.

Well, me and Mabel are being held for ransom, lovely! I always wanted to be bait!

"You won't get what you want," Dipper snapped.

Winston and the other man laughed. "Did you hear him, Vincent? 'You won't get what you want!'"

The two men laughed harder and Dipper clenched his fists. He could still remember what happened; the fire surrounding his brother, the feeling of being knocked against the head by something and Mabel screaming his name, then this. At least if these men were waiting for Matthew, he was probably alive.

There was at least on good thing about this situation.

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

Matthew kept slipping in and out of consciousness, his breath hitched. He had no idea how long he was asleep for, but then he had the dream. It was all black, though there was a soft voice in the background.

"I am the thing that has information galore,

Wanted by demons, witches, dragons, and more.

In the place of doubts, truths and lies I will be,

Waiting for you to come find me."

The voice sounded…nice and smooth, like a stream of water. Where have I heard that voice before?

When he felt the sensation of something pressed against his mouth, he realized he wasn't dreaming. Matthew's eyes snapped open and came face to face with a figure wearing the Mardi Gras mask he had been playing with not too long ago. The top half of the mask had a skull made entirely out of rimestones, though a red one was missing.

Matthew's pupils dilated in fear when he realized that he was in a powerless situation, having no powers now, and still feeling incredibly weak. Screaming for help wouldn't work either because one, only wimps did that, two, the figure's hand was pressed tightly against his mouth has he panted heavily.

The figure then leant forward towards Matthew's ear and whispered, "Don't. Tell. Anyone."

Again, the voice sounded familiar, but Matthew was too freaked out to recognize if it was a male or female, let alone someone he knew.

The masked figure pulled away quickly and melted into the shadows, Matthew squinted to try and pin point the figure but it was gone.

He could remember falling back to sleep, only to be woken up in fear as something wet was placed on his forehead. Matthew screamed and bolted upright, instantly regretting the movement because he was as dizzy as hell. He flinched when someone grabbed his shoulders but relaxed when the person said, "Hey, hey, kid. Chill out," recognizing it as the voice of Stan.

Matthew allowed himself to be eased back into bed, squinting as sunlight flited through the window.

"God, is everybody sneaking into my room?" Matthew demanded.

Stan rose his eyebrows before placing the wet rag back on the boy's forehead. "Who's sneaking into your room? Wendy?"

"What?! NO!" Matthew exclaimed hysterically, feeling his face heat up. "What gave you that idea?"

"I dunno, she's definitely in to you, I kind of thought the feeling was mutual but, eh, guess not, judging by your reaction." Stan shrugged getting up. "You up for lunch?"

"Lunch?"

"It's noon."

"Oh…um, hey, where's the twins?" Matthew asked, noticing the empty beds.

"You forgot?" Stan asked in surprise.

"Forgot wha—?" Suddenly all the experiences from the day before came flooding back, his reputation ruin, the fair, the chimera…the twins were gone. And he had no idea whether they were living or dead.

Matthew instantly threw the covers off him and got off the bed, only to collapse from both the dizziness and the dull pain in his ankle. It wasn't as painful as the day before, but it still hurt. He grunted as he slammed hard on the wooden floor, but quickly attempted to stand again, his limbs quivering with wariness and exertion.

"Come on, Matthew. Don't push your self." Stan slowly helped Matthew to his feet and tried to make him sit on the bed, though Matthew fought back. "I need to find them!" He exclaimed, trying to push Stan away though he could barely stand let alone push his great uncle off him.

"How are you supposed to find them?" Stan demanded.

"I-I'll find away!" Matthew said stubbornly.

"And what if a monster has 'em, huh? If you do find them, what are you going to do?"

"I'll kill it!"

"You can't even stand, damnit!"

Matthew slumped his shoulders in defeat as Stan's words sunk in, slowly he let Stan sit him on the bed and looked down at his clenched fists. He then felt Stan tilt his chin up, so the two were looking eye to eye. "Look, I want to save them, too, kiddo. But let's face it, where do we start? Heck! We don't even know if they're still alive! And if they are, there's no way in the logical world you'll be able to get them back in this condition."

At that moment, Matthew noticed the bandage around his neck, covering the claw wound. And the other one keeping his ankle steady. He opened his palm, willing flames into existence only for it to once again flicker and die. He sighed in frustration before lying back down. "Well I need to do something…if I could just heal quickly…"

Matthew's eyes widened as a barrage of info came barreling into his brain about swift healing methods. Half of which required his magic, another good chunk included a bunch of ingredients and they had some things that couldn't even be found in America. But then the most convenient solution made itself known.

"A unicorn horn!" Matthew said.

"What?" Stan demanded.

"Unicorn horn," Matthew repeated.

"Yeah, yeah, I get that but why do you need a unicorn horn?" Stan asked.

"To heal me," Matthew said.

"Okay, but really, how're we going to find a unicorn horn?" Stan asked with crossed arms.

Matthew quickly told Stan the directions to the unicorn sanctuary and wrote down the chant since Dipper more than likely had the journal with him.

"Also, the unicorn, Celestabellabethabell—."

"What kind of name is that?"

"No idea. Anyway, she'll try to a pull a 'pure of heart' scam. Don't fall for it," Matthew said. "Also, you might need to beat her up."

"Beat up a unicorn?" Stan asked as a grin spread across his face. "I like it!"

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

"This the place?" Soos asked behind Stan as he the conman and Wendy stood in a clearing. Soos went with Stan because he wanted to help the Pines Siblings, Wendy for the same reason, also she was glad to have any reason not to work.

"It's like Matthew described it," Stan said, taking up the picture with the chant on it. "Okay, here goes."

Stan said the chant.

"You really think unicorns exist?" Wendy asked Soos as Stan continued to chant.

"I dunno, Matthew's a demon, plus you and Mr. Pines fought a chimera, right?" Soos said. "Who says unicorns can't exist either?"

"Eh, fair point."

The sanctuary then appeared, with large bright doors.

"Man, Mabel would love this," Wendy said as they walked in. There was a unicorn with pink hair posing under a rainbow of water.

"Hello!" She said in a grating voice. "I am Celestabellabethabell! Oh, do take off your shoes!"

Soos took his shoes off, Stan and Wendy were more reluctant.

"Why?" Stan demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Because it is polite! Take them off!"

Stan grunted and tossed his shoes off followed by Wendy.

"How may I help you?" Celestabellabethabell asked trotting towards them.

"We need your horn," Stan said going straight to business.

"Well…" Celestabellabethabell said slowly. "I suppose I can part with it, but only if you are, pure of heart!"

"Can we stop with the scams, please?" Stan asked.

"Scams? There is no—!"

"Yeah, there is a scam, Matthew told us," Wendy said, taking out her axe. "So, hand over that horn or—."

"Whoa, whoa, Wendy! Chill hambone!" Soos exclaimed. "Say, miss Celestabellabethabell? May we take your horn? We need it to help our friend so we can save our other friends."

"I would, but you are not, pure of heat—ARGH!"

Soos and Wendy gasped when Stan punched the unicorn in the nose. "What?" Stan demanded. "She was annoying!"

"Is it a fight you want?" Celestabellabethabell demanded. "Then it is a fight you shall get!"

"Maybe we don't have to resort to violence—?" Soos suggested but Wendy and Stan already let out battle cries and were beating the makeup wearing unicorn up.

"Violence it is," Soos said when Celestabellabethabell kicked Stan in the stomach.

Soos ran towards Celestabellabethabell screaming, "SNEAK ATTACK!"

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

Matthew tried, and failed to pass the time while reading his novels, but it proved fruitless. The words swam on the page as if he had a serious case of dyslexia and it was seriously bugging him. He was just too worried about the twins, and the mysterious figure…and, he was trying to wonder what Stan meant when he said Wendy was interested in him. Did he mean…?

Ha! Nah…I'm not that hot and charming.

Or am I?

Matthew thought for a moment before shaking his head and tossing the book away. He had more important matters to think about then worrying about Wendy Corduroy and her possible crush on him. Besides, that wouldn't sit well with Dipper.

The very thought of Dipper made his stomach clench in fear again. Were he and Mabel alive? Or were they dead—or even worse—being tortured? Don't. Think. About. That. Matthew told himself firmly. He was going to save them, and bring them back safe and sound, he would make sure of it; powers or no. But right now, he was extremely antsy. Also, he seriously needed to pee and washup. His chest was seriously sweaty and he had taken off his pyjama shirt already, it didn't help much.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" Matthew mumbled. He got up slowly, closing his eyes as dizziness threatened to takeover. You can do it. He told himself as he tested his ankle lightly before staggering…and instantly collapsing on to the other bed next to his. Okay, I can't do it.

Just then the door opened and Stan, Soos, and Wendy came in, covered in rainbow fluids, Wendy held a stack of rainbow mane in her hands while Stan held up a unicorn horn triumphally. "Ha! Can I kickass or what?!"

"We all helped, Mr. Pines," Soos said cheerfully.

"Sure, you did! Also, Wendy tore out some unicorn hair, is that useful—why's your shirt off?" Stan said.

"That is why knocking is a thing," Matthew grumbled. "Can I have the horn? I hate being so weak."

"Uh, yeah sure," Stan said handing the horn to Matthew, as the teen held the magical object he was instantly filled with a huge boost of energy. Well, I should use unicorn horns more often. More info swarmed into his head about unicorn horns. Ah, right, the awkward part. Matthew brought the horn to his lips, earning weird looks from the other, except for Soos who seemed unfazed.

Though, slowly, the energy disappeared and the horn exploded into pink sparkles.

"Well? How do you feel?" Wendy asked crossing her arms.

"I think…" Matthew stood up, feeling better than he did in days. "…Wow."

"Well, good! We got that taken care of! Now put on your shirt!"

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

Mabel woke an hour after Dipper, feeling her wrists bound and her ankles too. Well at least this place is pretty.

She then heard groaning sounds. She turned her head to the side to find her brother, twisting his arms this way and that.

"Dipper?" She asked groggily.

"Mabel? You're—ugh—awake—rgh!"

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to escape! Duh!" Dipper said.

"Didn't I tell you that's impossible?" A voice said. Dipper tensed as two doors in front of them opened, and two men who looked almost identical walked in. "Ah, and Sleeping Beauty awakens," Vincent said with a leer, he then turned to Winston. "That boy is taking forever. I hoped he'd be here by now, The Mistress will be most displeased…"

"Again, telling plans in front of the hostages, what the heck is wrong with you?" Winston demanded sitting on one of the sofas.

"Nothing! What's wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me!"

Mabel and Dipper exchanged a look while the two men bickered.

Vincent sighed finally and crossed his arms, leaning against the sofa. "Too bad we can't call him and threaten him on the phone. But we can't do that…" He then looked at the other man. "Can we do that?"

Winston blinked twice. "Um…yeah."

"Oh, wow, why didn't we think about that?"

"Maybe cause your both poop-heads," Mabel suggested with a scowl.

Winston sneered at Mabel. "You shut your yaps kid. I'll ruin that pretty face of yours if you keep that up."

"Can I, do it?" Vincent asked hopefully,

"You have the older boy."

"Right."

"Matthew?" Mabel asked.

"Matthew, what a lovely name…" Vincent drawled wistfully.

"Alright, the phone-call?" Winston said.

"Ah! Right!"

"How'd you forget, Vince? Are you a man or a poop-head?!"

"A poop—ah, a man," Vincent said.

Winston rubbed his temples. "Get the damn phone."

"We need to get out of here! I think Matt might be in trouble if we lure him here!" Dipper hissed to Mabel.

Mabel nodded. "Right, but how?" Mabel hissed back.

"I can hear your whispering!" Winston hissed. "Like I said, no escaping us kids."

"We can escape anything," Dipper said firmly.

"'We can escape anything!'" Winston mimicked. "Please. You need to know when you've lost." Winston walked towards Dipper and he flinched. But all he did was take Dipper's cell phone from his pocket…with much difficulty because of the binds. "Hey, Matthew just gave me a new one!" Dipper exclaimed. Both men ignored him.

"Use this, he'll believe us if we use the brat's phone. Also, his cell number's probably there."

Vincent took the phone and looked at it.

"Ah, Winston?"

"What?!"

"What's the password?"

"Oh, right, hey, brat, what's your password?" Winston asked Dipper.

Dipper gave the man a defiant glare and looked away.

"So, it's like that, eh? Still being a prick? And your sister's still my test dummy?" Winston asked.

"What?" Mabel and Dipper asked at the same time.

"Oh, you know it's just that, I have this new knife and I wanted to test it out…"

"Alright I'll tell you!" Dipper exclaimed in panic.

"Good boy, so what is it?"

Dipper clenched his fists and told the man his password, J-O-U-R-N-A-L.

"Got it!" Vincent said.

"Good, now make the call."

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

"Okay, so there's more than one way to try and find the twins," Matthew said pacing around the kitchen as the others sat on the chair.

"I think we should—."

Then, Matthew's phone rang in his jean pocket.

"Oh no! It's probably Susan!" Stan cried in horror. "Matthew, take the phone! I can't answer it!"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "Why would she call you on my cell?"

Stan cleared his throat. "Good point."

Matthew took out the phone and his breath caught in his throat. "It's Dipper's number!"

The other three leaned forward in anticipation.

"Hello? Dipper?"

"Nope!" An unfamiliar voice asked.

"Who is this?" Matthew said slowly.

"Who? Me? Doesn't matter…." There was pause and voice on the other line "Ah, well, I know where your…uh…siblings are."

Matthew's heart soared with hope before he scowled. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Um, because I have your brother's cellphone?"

"He could've just dropped it and you could've picked it up."

"Uh…well I knew the password, it was journal. Does that prove something?"

Matthew's scowl deepened. "How do you know his password?"

No answer.

"Hello?" Matthew said. He thought he heard shouting on the other end, then, another voice came on the phone, "Okay, here's the nitty-gritty, got it? We have your precious siblings."

Matthew's muscles tensed and he gripped his phone tighter.

"Matthew?" Wendy asked, seeing the blonde's reaction.

"You okay, dude?" Soos asked. "You look sort of pale."

"I'll be right back," Matthew said quickly. He walked away from the kitchen and into the gift shop where a closed sign hung on the door. He took a deep breath before angrily asking. "What did you do to them, where are they?"

"Oh, not to worry, kid. I didn't hurt them…yet."

Matthew shuddered at the amount of malice and evil was just put into that three-lettered word. "What do you want?"

There was a chuckle on the other end. "We'll work the details later, for now, you just show up at this address…"

The man told Matthew the address and he nodded, writing it down.

"Matt don't!" He heard Mabel scream from the other end, causing Matthew to tense once more. "Don't listen to them!"

"Vince?" The man on the line said. "Shut the brat up."

"Gladly," the other man from before, Vince said with a chuckle.

"If you touch her you wont get what you want!" Matthew threatened a bit too loudly, causing Stan to walk from the kitchen. "Matthew? You okay?"

Matthew ignored him. He then swallowed thickly and said, "I'll come."

"Good, because every hour I don't see you, either your sis your bro will lose a finger, got it? Now nod if you understand!"

Matthew nodded slowly…for some reason.

"Uh…did you nod?"

"Yes."

"Good, we're on the same page, ah! And, you call the authorities…you won't see the brats again."

"Alright."

"Good. And, come alone."

The line went dead.

"Matthew?" Stan repeated. "What's going on?"

"Somebody has them," Matthew muttered, numbly putting his phone back in his pocket. "He has them and I need to get them back."

"Well, I'm coming," Stan said firmly.

"No, I need to go alone," Matthew said taking the address and walking out, vowing that when he got his hands on those men, they were going to regret the day they ever thought of ever touching Dipper and Mabel.

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

Winston hung the phone up and put it in his back pocket. "He's coming."

Mabel and Dipper exchanged a panicked look.

"And we aren't allowed to hurt the brats 'till then."

"Fair enough, I'll have lovely Matthew soon," Vincent chuckled.

"Well I'm starved, kitchen time." Winston got up.

"Say, Winston, shouldn't we watch the kids?" Vincent asked looking at Dipper and Mabel.

Winston scoffed. "They aren't getting out anytime soon."

The two men walked off, the double doors in front of them opening and closing behind them. Mabel turned to her brother, who had a proud smirk on his face.

"Uh-oh!" Mabel said with a grin. "You got a plan, don't you?"

"Yup," Dipper said, wiggling his arms around. "When he took my phone from my pocket it loosened the bonds a bit, allowing me to reach my trusty pocket knife! I just need to get a good angle and…there we go!"

Dipper, with a lot of struggle, began sawing at the ropes the bound his wrists, all the while looking nervously at the doors, expecting the men to return any minute.

After a sigh of relief, he managed to cut the ropes on his wrists and proceeded to free his ankles.

"And I'm out! Dipper Pines you are a genius!" Dipper said proudly. He went to free Mabel but stopped when he heard voices.

"They're coming!" Mabel whispered. "Hide, Dipper!"

Dipper quickly dove behind the couch just as the doors opened once more.

"I must say, that cake is lovely," Vincent said.

"The cupcakes were better," Winston said.

"They were not!"

"Um, yeah, they were."

As the men bickered, Dipper crawled from behind the couch and attempted to reach the door before it closed, but at that moment, Winston turned around.

"What the—!" Winston cried in shock.

Dipper gave the men an awkward grin before opening the door and running. On the other side was a kitchen where people were working, they stopped in surprise as Dipper shoved by with an occasional, "Excuse me!" or, "Coming through!"

As he neared the next large door he heard the angry voices of Vincent and Winston coming from behind him, causing Dipper to run faster. He opened the door and ran into another hallway, coming face to face with a familiar unwelcome face—or faces. The chimera, except the snake was gone.

"Uh, hey! Nice, seeing you again," Dipper said with a grin while the monster roared at him. "Uh-huh, well, 'bye!"

Dipper turned on his heel and ran to the left, the two men, and now the chimera following him, grunting in pain since he was getting a serious cramp. He turned another corner, only to find a dead end.

"End of the line, brat," Winston said from behind him, cracking his knuckles. Vincent and the lion monster not far behind.

Finally, Dipper swallowed his pride and played the last card he had left up his sleeve. He ran towards Winston and hugged his waist.

"What—?"

"Please let me go, sir!" Dipper said.

Winston shoved Dipper roughly to the ground. "Man, up kid, will you?"

Dipper fell with a grunt and smirked. Adults' worst crime? Underestimating kids.

"Alright, you're getting it now," The man advanced towards Dipper. With a deep breath, he charged forward with a battle cry. The three onlookers were so confused that they didn't react while Dipper slid under their legs and continued to run.

"Why that damn little—get him!"

And the chase continued.

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

Matthew stepped off the bus, keeping his head down to avoid the whispers about "The Furious Fire Boy".

Apparently, his reputation was even worse because per the morning newspaper, people blamed him for the fire (did nobody see that freaky creature?!). If he still had his powers, he would've burned that article and all the people who helped make it possible (probably).

The mansion that he arrived at could easily rival that of the Northwest manor. It was grand, beautiful, and in the middle of nowhere. One of the windows even overlooked one of the lakes in Gravity Falls but Matthew could barely like it. It was the place supposedly holding Dipper and Mabel hostage.

He stepped on to the porch and rang the doorbell. After a moments' pause, the door opened, revealing a woman who seemed to be a maid.

"Hello, are you Matthew Pines?"

"Yes."

"Well, come in." The maid gestured for Matthew to enter and he did. The inside was just as gorgeous and impressive as the outside, but again, he wasn't in the mood to check out the beauty of the mansion. As the maid led him into the mansion, he saw two men and the chimera from before running swiftly, though they stopped when they saw Matthew.

"Ah, you came!" Vincent said cheerfully, his eyes darting around as if looking for something. "You're more handsome than the Mistress described you!"

"Cut the garbage," Matthew said shoving past the maid. "You know why I'm here."

"Right, you need to speak to the Mistress," Winston said calmly. "Now if you excuse us, we're in the middle of something." And the two men dashed up a flight of stairs, followed by the chimera.

"The Mistress is—," the maid began.

"No, I want to see my siblings first," Matthew said firmly.

"Of course, right this way," The woman led Matthew through a kitchen before opening another large door leading to a dining/Livingroom. In the centre was Mabel, who was still tied up. "Matthew!" Mabel exclaimed.

Matthew felt relief course through his body as he ran to his sister and wrapped her still bound self.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"Nope, I'm fine and I'd totally hug you if I wasn't tied…I'm worried about Dipper though."

"Dipper?" Matthew pulled back and turned to glare at the maid but she was gone, replaced with a blonde teenager, her eyes covered with a silver mask, her lips were twisted in a smirk as she walked forward, her pink dress swishing and her heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Matthew Pines," she said. "What a pleasure."

"Where's Dipper?" Matthew asked violently.

"He's on the loose, not to worry, he'll be recaptured soon…" The girl sat on one of the chairs and gestured for him to sit on the opposite one.

Matthew didn't budge.

"I see, you're the stubborn type, am I correct?" The girl leaned forward in her chair. "I guess you need some persuasion."

A nearby sofa crashed against the back of Matthew's legs, causing to fall back in the sofa. Two chairs slid to the side as the sofa replaced them at the large table.

Matthew tried standing up, only for and invisible force to push him back down.

"Now, I won't beat around the bush, let me tell you what I want." The girl leaned forward. "I want the Emerald Chronical."

"The what?" Matthew demanded.

"You know what it is," the girl hissed.

"I—." Matthew's eyes widened. "Is it that thing that Bill Cipher wants?"

"Yes…" The girl smirked. "For good reason. It has things in there that not even he knows. And that's saying something."

"Well, cool, but I don't know where it is," Matthew said trying to stand again, but once more it was in vain.

"Liar," the girl spat leaning back in her chair.

"I'm not lying," Matthew growled. "I'm not the guy you want if you need that stupid book. Now let me and my siblings go."

"When you stop—."

The doors opened and in came the two men and the chimera from before, with a squirming Dipper in hand. "Ha! Finally caught him!"

"Let him go!" Matthew snapped once again trying to stand.

"Dipper!" Mabel called from her chair.

"I want it," the girl said. "I want it and you will give it to me or…"

The chimera went behind Mabel, growling menacingly while Winston held a dagger to Dipper's throat.

"I. Don't. Know!" Matthew exclaimed.

"Stop lying," the girl said.

Winston pressed the knife harder to Dipper's throat, causing a thin trickle of blood to appear while the chimera opened its jaws, ready to bite Mabel's neck.

"Listen, I swear I don't know where that book is!" Matthew cried desperately.

"Yes, you do," The girl sang.

"I don't—!"

Then, Matthew remembered the figure in his room and what it said.

"I am the thing that has information galore,

Wanted by demons, witches, dragons, and more.

In the place of doubts, truths and lies I will be,

Waiting for you to come find me."

"A clue…" Matthew muttered. "I-I have an idea of where it is!" Matthew told the girl.

"Oh?" She drawled.

"I was visited last night…somebody told me some words."

"Tell them to me," the girl demanded.

Matthew opened his mouth then stopped, remembering something else the figure said, "Don't. Tell. Anyone."

He didn't know why, but Matthew knew that telling the girl, or anyone for that matter was dangerous.

"Let's make a deal," Matthew said. "I tell you a few words, you let my siblings go and you and your goons aren't allowed to touch or hurt them ever again and you can't break the deal. Swear on everything you have, your home, your magic, everything."

The girl smirked. "Alright, deal." There was a flash of white light between them, and the girl's smirk remained. "Well?"

"Kiss my ass."

The girl pursed her lips. "That isn't what was told to you."

"No."

"That was a part of our deal, to tell me what this being said!" The girl hissed dangerously.

"No, it wasn't," Matthew said with a smirk.

"Was it not?"

Matthew's smirk broadened. "I never said, I'll tell you what you want to know. I said, I'll tell you a few words. And I did; kiss my ass. Now you gotta let my siblings go, because if you don't, you'll lose everything."

The girl gritted her teeth. "Let the brats free," she growled. Winston dropped Dipper and the ropes around Mabel dropped, the twins hugged each other in relief, though the girl still glared at Matthew's cocky smirk.

"I'm a master at these things dear," Matthew said with a laugh.

"I'm quite aware, Bill Cipher," The girl spat.

"Hm, well good, if you don't mind I should go now—."

"Oh, no. I'm not done with you," The girl rose her hands, and then the doors slammed open, and police men poured in.

"WHAT?!" She shrieked. She turned to Matthew. "You, slippery snake, you called the police!"

"No, I did," Dipper said proudly, holding up his cellphone in triumph.

Winston blinked twice and checked his back pocket, his gaze then darkened.

"Ah, well that explains the weird hug—argh!" Vincent was shoved to the floor by an officer and so was Winston.

Matthew and the girl watched in frozen surprise as Sherriff Blubs and Deputy Durland walked in. "You're all under arrest for kidnapping—!" Blubs was cut off as the girl snarled and exploded in a flash of light.

"I'm goanna pretend I didn't see that!" Durland said.

"Me too!" Blubs said.

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

Matthew sat with his siblings on the grass while the officers arrested the two men and all the other occupants.

"Should we be worried about Mask Girl?" Mabel asked.

"Probably," Matthew admitted. "But, she can't touch you two ever again."

"What about you?" Dipper asked worriedly.

"It doesn't matter."

Matthew looked up and frowned. He could've sworn he saw The Boy standing on the roof. But when he blinked, he was gone.

He shook his head and looked at his siblings with a smile. "I'm just glad you're both alright."

"So are we, Furious Fire Boy, womp!" Mabel said poking Matthew in the nose.

For once, that nickname didn't annoy him.

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

AN: Without the Authors Notes, this chapter has over 5k words! Wee!

This was supposed to be posted yesterday, with much less content, except it was too late for that. I decided today to post it with more content and I hope you guys enjoyed!

Also, it's unicorn lore that their horns can heal, just wanted to put that out there!

Fantasy Freak OUT!