AN: Um, okay, so this story now has over 24k views. WOW. I am—that's just WOW. Also, to the reviewer who pointed out the mistake in the prophecy, thank you.

Anyway, onwards to the second season!

And shoot, I'm making these short chapters a habit, my deepest apologies! It's just…I'm a bit tired.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Sickening Feeling

"You look…nice with the eye-patch," Mabel said slowly. As Matthew stood in front of the mirror, looking at the eye-patch that Stan had given him.

"Your sister's right, you look good!" Stan commented.

"Thank you," Matthew said dryly.

"You're not in pain or anything, right?" Dipper asked.

"I'm fine," Matthew lied. "Just fine." The boy left the company of his siblings then, angrily he stormed out of Stan's room lying in his bed, the faint dull where is left eye used to be didn't bother him much, he just felt so angry for some reason.

Matthew fished the wishing stone from his pocket, noticing that there was a crack on it. Rightly so, the more you used a wishing stone, the more it cracks until it shatters completely until it's unusable.

What was with the dragon, though? Why was it—

Matthew's eye widened in realization. McGucket and Cookie, they said they were making an ice dragon.

Matthew felt his insides coil with rage. "I wish…"

He quickly bit his tongue. No, no, no, no…

"I wish…I wish…"

Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it.

"I wish…no, no," Matthew whispered covering his face with his arm.

You lost your eye. Your siblings could've been killed. What's the harm of returning the favor?

"I wish Cookie and McGucket were severely punished," Matthew growled.

The stone glowed warm, warmer than before, before a second crack split through the centre. Matthew panted momentarily. Before lying in his bed and closing his eye. Feeling the same dark oily blackness that had assaulted his insides and mulled in there.

"Hey, Mattie!" Mabel came in, with some lemonade. "I got you some lemonade, with plastic dinosaurs!"

"Cool," Matthew said dismissively as he picked up one of his autographed copies of the Chronicles of Magic.

"And a shot of—." Mabel stopped as she tripped on one of the many stuffed animals Matthew bought for her and spilled the lemonade all over Matthew and on the book, he was reading, warping the pages and making the ink run.

"Mabel—!" Matthew squeaked in absolute horror.

"I-I'm sorry," Mabel muttered.

"You, are a klutz, Shooting Star. A shameless brain-dead klutz," Matthew glared at his sister and she took a step back.

"I-I can buy you a knew…"

"This was an autographed copy," Matthew snapped.

"It-it was just a book."

"This, is my possession, Shooting Star—!"

"Why are you calling me—?"

"Don't. Talk. Over me!" Matthew barked.

"Matt…" Mabel gasped as her brother's eye turned an unearthly gold and his pupil split.

"Y-your eye…"

"I know its missing, absolute half-twit!" Matthew said.

"That's not what I meant!"

"What did you mean then, Shooting Star?" Matthew said with a sneer.

Mabel shivered and stepped back again. "I-Matthew I'm really sorry about the book…um, look! I'll dry it!" Mabel ran over the paperback novel and took one of he sweaters, rubbing the book, only causing the ink to smear even more. Matthew felt his eye twitch in agitation.

"I didn't…mean…" Mabel's eyes widened as Matthew's eye glowed brighter, looking homicidal. His hair flying everywhere as objects began to float, the air crackled with energy and Mabel began to float.

"M-Matthew!" Mabel cried.

"Hey, Matt," Dipper said as he barged in. "Grunkle Stan…"

"GET. OUT!" Matthew bellowed, gritting his teeth. Dipper's jaw dropped as he saw his brother's teeth sharpen into fangs.

"Dipper! Something's wrong with—!" Mabel turned to the bed and saw the strange black object on her brother's bed, glowing bright.

"The stone!" Mabel cried. Dipper looked to where is sister was pointing and dashed to the bed, only for a chest smacked him in the face, before he began to float along with his sister.

"Matthew! What's wrong!?" Dipper demanded.

"Oh, I'll tell you what's wrong, Pines Tree, what's wrong is that I'm stuck with you two brats who constantly ruin my life! But you know what? It ends now."

Matthew held out his hands and the stone flew into his palm.

"I wish—."

"MATTHEW, STOP IT!" Mabel screamed loudly.

Matthew blinked his eye twice, the color returning to its normal bright blue. The objects and the twins fell hard, Mathew left to stand still as he panted heavily.

"Mabel? Dipper? What—what happened?" Matthew surveyed the room, not remembering.

"Um, well…" Mabel said slowly, exchanging a look with her brother.

"Dipper, what happened to your face?" Matthew said, putting the stone down and kneeling next to his brother.

"It-it was nothing…"

"Dipper, did I—did I hurt you two?" Matthew whispered, his blue eye wide.

"It was an accident," Mabel insisted. "I spilled lemonade on your autographed copy of your novel, and you snapped…it looked as if you turned into—um."

"Bill Cipher," Dipper mumbled rubbing his bruised cheek. "It was like you turned back into him…you, you started calling me Pine Tree and Mabel Shooting Star."

"I don't remember," Matthew murmured before he swallowed thickly. "I'm so, so sorry—."

"It's okay," Mabel said as she got up and handed the ruined book to her brother. "I'm…really sorry about—."

"Don't worry," Matthew said. "Look, I think…I need to be alone now."

Dipper and Mabel nodded as they walked out of the room. Mabel feeling sick to her stomach. For the first time in her life, she thought her brother would kill her.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

At work, Matthew was once more silent, barely speaking if ever and just doing what Stan told him without a wisecrack or a joke.

"Hey, guys, is your brother okay?" Wendy murmured to the twins.

"We don't know to be honest," Dipper said quietly. "He's been more, and more closed off recently."

"He's probably in shock because of the eye thing, you know?" Soos said. "He's probably in shock or something."

"Yeah, I guess," Mabel said.

"I know you guys are talking about me," Matthew commented from the magazine rack as he shuffled the magazines to make them look as if they were new.

"Oh, sorry, dude, didn't mean to, you know, sound rude…" Soos said slowly.

"No, no it's fine, I just…" Matthew closed his eye and sighed. "Don't worry about me."

"You saying that is just going to make us worry more," Wendy said with a frown.

Matthew smiled weakly. He had suck great people looking out for him.

He didn't deserve them.

"Thanks, but, you have your own problems, don't get caught up in mine."

And that was about the last thing he uttered for the day.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

Matthew woke up with his mouth dry. He swallowed and got up slowly, making as minimum noise as possible.

As he crept to the kitchen, he could see Stan rubbing his temples and drinking something.

"Stan?" Matthew asked in surprise.

The old man looked up in surprise. "Matthew," he said, before looking down.

"What are you…? What's wrong? Why aren't you working on the portal?" Matthew asked as he took out the jug of water and a cup.

"I don't know if I can do it," Stan said after a moment of silence.

"What?! What are you talking about? Stanford's counting on you!" Matthew exclaimed in shock.

"He probably hates me," Stan grumbled.

"That's not the reason your quitting, is it?"

"'Course not, if it was I would've given up years ago. It's just…I hit a road block and…" Stan sighed.

Matthew drank from his cup before he looked back at the forlorn Stan. "I'll help you."

"Huh?" Stan asked in surprise.

"The portal, I'll help you."

"Kid, I've worked on that portal for thirty years and I'm stuck! How can you help me?" Stan asked.

"I helped build it," Matthew said.

Stan furrowed his brow. "What?"

"I'll help you," Mathew repeated and got up to go to the vending machine. "Well?"

Stan still looked confused, though he followed Matthew into the lab and the vending machine hissed closed while Dipper and Mabel exchanged gaped mouth looks.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

AN: Well, I think this was short, not-so-sweet, and I find a good start to the inner battle of Matthew's getting extremely strong :O.

Well, I'm out to plan my heart wrenching scenes while listening to emotional music!

Fantasy Freak OUT!