AN: GUESS WHO?!

Hey, fallers! Thank you for all the support for last chapter!

And I forgot to answer one of my reviewer, I may add Will Cipher to this story. I find him adorable :3

Also, MLGbilcipher89 says his/her bestie's friends is today, so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

And yes, Matthew is an ego maniac.

Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Thirty-Three: A Neat Burn

Dipper was absolutely horrified at the sight before him. Penelope looked like a creature from hell, and the way she glared at Dipper with those eyes made the boy want to hide in the floor, but his brother was at stake here.

"Hey, Dipper, does the succubae have any weakness?" Mabel asked nervously.

"Uh…" Dipper flipped to the page on the succubus and looked at the bottom page. WEAKNESS: HIDE SOMWHERE AND DON'T LEAVE.

"Well, that's helpful!" Pacifica snapped.

Penelope lunged, and the three kids scattered, along with a bunch of other party-goers.

The demoness slashed with her claws, the three of them ducking quickly. Mabel grabbed a bowl of punch and threw it on Penelope, causing her to shriek and rage.

"You two have been a thorn in my side since the beginning!" Penelope exclaimed. She snapped her fingers and Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica were thrown against the wall, pinned to it by an invisible force. Dipper watching all of Matthew's fan-girls recording the whole thing as said blonde got out of his shock and ran over to the demoness.

"What about the spell?!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Um…with all her energy on us I don't think she'll have enough power to effect Matt!" Dipper called back.

"Penelope!" Matthew exclaimed. "Stop it! Don't hurt them!"

Penelope hesitated, looking from Matthew to the twins.

With a sigh her eyes returned to their stormy grey and her wings, horns, and tail, retracted. Dipper and the two girls slid from the wall, sighing in relief.

"Like, what the actual hell was that?!" One of the girls demanded.

"It doesn't matter, Mattie totally saved us!"

"The charmer!"

There was a loud explosion of cheers. Matthew's worried look turned to a huge grin.

"Yes, yes, thank you!"

"'Hey guys? You okay?'" Dipper snapped. "'Oh yeah, we're fine, Matthew, thanks for asking!'"

"He's being a real poop face," Mabel agreed.

"He's just getting used to publicity, it'll ware off," Pacifica assured them.

"Hope it wares off soon," Dipper grumbled.

As Penelope turned back to the crowd, the murmured and pointed, staying out of her path as she was snapped with cameras. She saw Matthew being talked to, once again a hero for, "stopping a monster".

Those brats…

Penelope turned to the door and ran out. She knew just who to call.

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Damion watched his nephew from a nearby window, a smirk plastered on his face. Good boy…

"Bill," he said in a loud voice. The atmosphere became grey and the energetic triangle exploded in front of him.

"Hey, hey, hey, D Man!" Bill laughed.

"Don't call me that," Damion said.

"Got it, D Man!"

"BILL!"

"Sorry, sorry," Bill chuckled. "What up?"

"My nephew," Damion said.

"Which one, Pine Tree or Welcome Matt?"

"Matthew," Damion said. "I need you to help me darken his soul. With the stone gone, we can no longer rely on it."

"Looks like he's doing a pretty good job on his own; the stone definitely did its work," Bill replied.

"Yes, but his soul isn't eroding fast enough," Damion said.

"So, you want me to give him a little, push, is that it?" Bill asked slyly.

"Yes."

"Well, you spoke to the right guy!" Bill said crinkling his eye. "Give me a bit and I'll devise a plan that'll make Matthew Pines the perfect Demon King material!"

"Thank you, Bill," Damion said with a smile.

"No problem, D Man! I get something out of this…right?"

"I am your king," Damion said with a dark scowl. "You will do as I say whether you get something or not!"

"Aw, c'mon! He's got a big heart that kid, shrinking it is going to be difficult, even with my awesomeness!"

"You will be rewarded," Damion sighed.

"Sweet! And remember, reality's—."

"I know! Just get the job done."

Bill saluted and the grey disappeared, Damion's eyes snapping open.

He looked back at Matthew who was once again talking to the reporter, Penelope was walking out briskly, tears in her eyes.

"Serves her right," Damion muttered. He was waiting for a while to punish Penelope for freeing Matthew against his wishes, a good reputation ruin was a good for her.

With one last smirk at the future hope for all demon kind, Damion turned on his heel and disappeared in a dramatic explosion of light.

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Stan and Matthew stood in front of the portal as it hummed with energy.

"Give or take a few days, we'll have this thing working at its full capacity," Matthew said.

"I'll see Sixer again," Stan said quietly, a wistful smile on his face.

"I wrote all the instructions down, so you wouldn't forget, just in case you need it again, we probably won't but, you never know," Matthew said as Stan nodded.

"Then there's the government we might need to worry about…" Stan muttered.

"I got that covered," Matthew said.

"What're you going to do, kid?" Stan asked with a raised eyebrow.

Matthew smirked. "You'll see."

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"Hey there, handsome!" Susan said to Stan the next morning at the diner, walking to the Pines' table. "Excited for our date tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, totally!" Stan chuckled nervously. "So, uh, anyway, we'll be having one of everything."

"You got it!" Susan said writing on her notebook and walking off, just as a younger blonde waitress placed a cup of cider and a slice of cheesecake in front of Matthew.

"On the house, handsome," She said with a wink, her voice a deep southern accent.

Matthew looked up at what he thought was perhaps one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, her eyes were a bright periwinkle—strange but pretty—her hair in small curls that cascaded down her shoulders and facial features that would make any model cry.

Matthew grinned as he took the cider. This is what I'm talking about. "You, me, how about dinner, huh?"

"Dinner," The waitress said, her ruby lips curving into a delicate smile. "Don't see why not, I'd really like to get to know the Furious Fire Boy."

"I'd like to get to know the Gorgeous Goddess more," Matthew said slyly.

The waitress blushed and batted a hand through the air, laughing before walking off to tend to other customers.

He then turned to Dipper and Mabel who were scowling at him.

"What?" He demanded.

"'What?' Oh, I don't know! You were just smooching a girl yesterday, a few days before that you were smooching Wendy, and that same time yesterday you were showing off to a bunch of girls! Now you're on a date with a girl who's name you don't even know!" Dipper said.

"And?"

"What about you and Wendy?" Mabel demanded. "Don't you love her?"

"Um…no?" Matthew scoffed and took a bite of his cheesecake. "What I do with my life is none of your business."

"This is getting out of hand!" Mabel hissed to her brother.

"And this time we can't blame Penelope," Dipper ground out.

"You're just jealous," Matthew said, over hearing Dipper's last comment.

"Jealous?" Dipper demanded.

"All the ladies are crazy for me. You on the other hand are at the bottom of the barrel, my friend." Dipper gritted his teeth while Matthew took a sip from his drink. "Better go find some boys, then," he continued in a sing-song voice.

As Matthew rose the glass to his lips once more, Dipper knocked it out of his hand.

"Yeesh kid, that could've splashed on me!" Stan said as Matthew cried out, the drink soaking his jeans and top.

"Oops," Dipper said, not in the least apologetic.

"You little…" The venom in Matthew's voice tensed both Dipper and Mabel up completely.

Still glaring at Dipper, Matthew snatched a wad of napkins and dabbed at his pants, getting up and storming out.

"Now how're we going to eat that large breakfast?" Stan demanded.

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"Mabel, this is it," Dipper said that night. "We need to take Matthew down a few pegs."

"How?" Mabel asked.

"I'm sure there's something in the journal we can use…" Dipper said, flipping through said book.

"What'll happen if we do take him down a few pegs?" Mabel asked looking at a picture of her and her brothers sitting on a rock back in California. Mabel had a hand around Dipper while Matthew sat by himself, his arms crossed casually.

"Will we get our brother back or will he just get farther away from us?"

"It's…a gamble," Dipper admitted. "There's still the risk of him going into his demonic form if we annoy him too much. But either way, he needs this."

At that moment, Matthew barged in. "Have you guys seen my shampoo? Can't find it anywhere…" Matthew crouched and looked under his bed.

Mabel found the bottle on his dresser and picked it up, Dipper exchanging a look with her. Dipper smiled slyly, taking the bottle and creeping into bathroom while Matthew still looked under the bed.

"Here it is!" Dipper said, holding up the bottle when he came back.

Matthew got up and snatched the bottle without a word, locking the bathroom door behind him.

The two did things in their room in for a while, when they heard Matthew scream in surprise.

As the twins exchanged mischievous grins, Stan frowned as he walked out of his room and stopped adjusting his bow-tie.

Matthew shoved past Stan and slammed open he already ajar door.

"What. The. HELL!" Matthew screeched as Stan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hot tamale! What happened to your hair?!" He demanded.

Dipper and Mabel smothered their laughter at the pink in Matthew's hair.

Matthew turned to them, his eyes full of hate. "I will strangle you!"

Dipper and Mabel instantly stopped laughing as their brother lunged for them, Stan grabbing the teen by his shoulders. "Hey, hey, kid! Don't freak out! It was just—!"

Matthew shoved Stan out of the way, his eye glowing gold, before walking towards the twins.

"M-Matthew!" Mabel said in fear.

"What's the matter, Shooting Star?" Matthew sneered, one hand lighting with flames.

"Are you insane!?" Dipper exclaimed backing up

"Very," Matthew hissed, holding up his hand up to try and throw a fire ball, Stan grabbed him again, the ball of fire missing the twins and hitting Mabel's bedtable.

"MATTHEW!" Mabel screamed.

At that instant, Matthew's gold eye disappeared, replaced with the normal blue eye. Mabel waited for Matthew to do what he usually did, ask what happened and quickly apologize.

But the venom in his eye remained as he casually flicked the flame out with his wrist.

"Can't you fix it?" Stan said. "I mean, not something you should lose your temper over."

Matthew gave the twins one last glare before his air faded back to blonde, his clothes turning into the snappy gold suit he usually wore.

"After all I've done for you two…the moment I'm no longer the underdog the moment I'm loved by many…" Matthew scoffed. "Suddenly, I'm the bad guy, because I'm no longer the big brother twenty-four seven."

"Matt…" Mabel began tearfully.

"I have a life! My entire damn world doesn't revolve around you two brats!" The teen stormed downstairs. Stan cleared his throat. "You two going to be okay?"

The twins didn't answer, still shaken that their brother tried to kill them and he wasn't even sorry.

"I'll take that as a yes," Stan said, and left.

Mabel wiped her eyes and disappeared into Sweater Town as Stan's car drove off.

Dipper picked up the photo Mabel had been looking at before, his heart clenching as he saw a neat burn between Matthew and his siblings.

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Matthew and his uncle walked to the diner, Stan once more adjusting his bow-tie.

"You look fine," Matthew assured him with a smile. "Susan won't mind, you confessed your feelings to her in shorts and an undershirt."

"You have a point…anyway, you cooled off, kid?" Stan asked.

Matthew nodded. He wasn't one-hundred percent sure why he exploded like that, even when he knew he could've fixed his hair easily. It just felt justified.

As the two walked in, they found Susan at a table.

"Stanford!" She called with a smile.

"Hey, pumpkin!" Stan grinned before wiping sweat from his brow. "Wish me luck, kid."

He walked off, just as the door opened again.

"Ah, you were serious!" Said a familiar voice.

Matthew turned and smiled to find the waitress in a red strapless dress.

"'Course I was," Matthew grinned and they sat a table.

"So…I guess we should start with names, huh?" Matthew said.

"Quin Hunter," The girl said. "I'm fifteen turning sixteen…my parents are divorced, and I've been playing the violin for as long as I could remember."

"Ah, a musician! I play the piano," Matthew said with a smile.

"No way! What a surprise!" Quin said. "I just so happened to also be obsessed with all things fanciful, fairy-tales? My go to!"

"Interesting," Matthew said. "You know me, hot dude, Matthew Pines, total nerd, two siblings."

"I heard what you said last night on the news, rather sweet of you," Quin said with a smile.

"That's me, sweet guy all around," Matthew chuckled as a waiter came.

"May I take your order?" he asked.

"Um, yeah, pasta?" Matthew said. "And some water."

"Same here," Quin said. The man nodded and left.

"I actually play in a music group called Stellar Harmony, we have a celloist and a flutist, I'm the violinist, we play at fund raisers and such, get paid mighty well by Mr. Evergreen."

"Mr. Evergreen?" Matthew repeated.

"Arnold Evergreen, yes, kind person he is," Quin said as the waiter came back with their food, they both thanked him and went back to their conversation.

"Perhaps you can join us?" Quin said.

"Um, I'll think about it," Matthew said with a nod.

"Auditions are on Sunday, be there at seven with a song and if you're lucky, you might get picked!" Quin said. "Mr. Evergreen always likes young folks comin' together and making music!"

Just then, Stan yelled, "Non-specific excuse!" and there was the sound of food falling to the ground, Stan ran out of the diner in a panic.

"Well," Matthew said. "Um, sorry, weird family."

"I don't mind none," Quin said.

"You're an easy-going person, aren't you?" Matthew said.

Quin laughed. "Why thank you!"

The two went back to chatting.

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"Good work everyone!" Arnold Evergreen said. "Good practice, Janus, you need to play louder on that cello."

"Sure thing Mr. E."

As the students left a familiar figure stormed in.

"Ah, Penelope," Arnold said, a smile on his handsome face. "Something wrong?"

"Everything is wrong!" Penelope cried. "My reputation is ruined! Those brats keep ruining my life! And no matter what I try, I can't make Matthew mine!"

"Oh, sweetie," The man said patting his daughter on the back. "Don't you worry about it."

"No?"

"No!" Arnold smiled. "I will take care of this."

Penelope smiled. "Thank you, Daddy."

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AN: DAMN Matthew, why so rude?! Oh, because of me, WHOOPS!

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