AN: 'Ello!

I changed my username because, potatoes!

Anyhow, not to worry Roxana Rose, your comment made me chuckle! And, yes, Matt will realize his mistake…in this chapter I think :3. Lots of drama and fluff on the way!

Enjoy!

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

Chapter Thirty-Four: For You, I'll do it

If Wendy had thought that she'd ever feel this sad and depressed it would probably be because one of her brothers died, or perhaps one of her friends. What she was sad and depressed about was far more trivial.

A boy, and it annoyed her to no end.

That night when they had kissed, Wendy could basically read Matthew like an open magazine, it was clear that he was saying I love you. There was too much love, too much passion in his kiss to be anything else.

Wendy thought they'd be a thing, that'd they'd start something, perhaps have a future together.

But no, after the beauty queen he goes.

Leaving the lumberjill in the dust to pick up the shattered bits of her heart.

She casually sat on a large rock overlooking the diner, deep in thought when she saw Matthew walk out, followed by a girl.

Another one?! Wendy demanded in her head. What were girls to him?

"I enjoyed myself, Matthew," The girl said.

"So, did I, Quin," Matthew said. "I'll think about your offer."

"I'd like that," Quin said as Matthew kissed her knuckles, causing her to blush and Wendy to inwardly bristle.

"Later, Quin."

"'Night!"

The two walked their separate ways, as Matthew walked towards the path back to the shack, Wendy jumped from the rock.

"Wendy?" Matthew asked in surprise.

"What the hell?!" Wendy demanded. "What were you doing?!"

"I was on a date," Matthew said indifferently.

"Weren't you snogging Penelope Evergreen like, a day ago?" Wendy asked, crossing her arms.

"So, what if I was?" Matthew demanded, crossing his arms as well.

"I don't believe you! Am I even talking to Matthew Pines?" Wendy asked. She looked away a sad look on her face. "You were supposed to be caring and selfless…what happened to him?"

"Nothing, Wendy, he's just richer, more famous, and all the ladies want him," Matthew said with a smirk.

"No, this isn't you," Wendy shook her head.

"It's a shame you saw me for who I wasn't, then," Matthew sniffed and walked by the red-head.

"Matthew," she called.

Matthew stopped but turn around.

"Our kiss…did it mean anything to you? Didn't you feel…like we belonged?" Wendy asked.

Matthew said nothing.

"Didn't you—?"

"That shouldn't've happened," Matthew said, cutting her off.

"W-what?" Wendy said, turning around, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I shouldn't've kissed you, it gave you false hope and I'm sorry."

"Matthew—!"

"Us, will never work, because us, was never right, I'm sorry if you thought otherwise, Wendy," Matthew said as he continued to walk.

Wendy just stared at where her crush had once stood, wondering why she wasn't crying.

Maybe it was because her brain was still trying to process the fact that Matthew Pines just said that he didn't and never would love her.

Unknown to her, as soon as the words left Matthew's mouth, he regretted them, but once he started, his stupid mouth wouldn't close. He regretted them because deep down, he knew what he was saying were lies, lies that were buried so deep that they slid off his tongue with ease…but it was bitter at the same time.

So now, not only did he hurt Dipper and Mabel, he had hurt Wendy too.

How long before I go completely dark? He thought as he walked faster. How long before I become…?

Matthew closed his eye. Maybe there was no way he could stop his transformation, but he could try. And first thing was first, he needed to make amends with the loved ones he hurt.

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Dipper woke up that morning in better spirits than the day before, Mabel, like usual, was full of energy and ready for the day.

She sniffed the air. "You smell something sweet?"

Dipper sniffed as well. "Yeah…you're right…"

The twins got out of bed and walked downstairs, shocked to find Matthew humming to himself while flipping pancakes.

He turned around and smiled. "Good morning," he said.

"Uh, good morning…" Dipper said, clearly confused.

Matthew lifted his hand and the pancakes floated on to a plate, followed by a bottle of maple syrup that drizzled on to it.

The plate floated to the table in front of the twins as Matthew opened the oven and put on oven mitts before taking out an apple pie, making it float on to the table as well, he then took out a tray of cinnamon buns. The pastries floated on to a large plate and once more over to the twins.

"Well, eat up," Matthew said, taking two pancakes and a slice of pie.

"Will we!" Mabel said, taking two of everything.

Dipper, confused of his brother's motives, still wasn't about to pass off a delicious looking breakfast. He took one of everything and ate it.

"Do these pancakes have blueberries in it?!" Mabel asked with a full mouth.

"Yup," Matthew said, eating from his own plate.

When the trio finished, Dipper sighed contently in his chair. "That was probably the best breakfast in the world."

"Yeah, Mattie, you should make breakfast all the time! Will you make it tomorrow?" Mabel asked.

"Um, I'll think about it. Oh! I got you guys something." Matthew snapped his fingers and two wrapped gifts came soaring towards him. He handed the blue wrapped one to Dipper and the pink one to Mabel.

"Open it," Matthew said.

"Hey, Matthew? What's all this about?" Dipper asked as Mabel began tearing her gift open. "It's not like I don't appreciate any of this but…what's the occasion?"

"The occasion is, I Love You, now open your gift!" Matthew said with a grin.

Dipper blinked twice in surprise before opening the gift.

"AH!" Mabel shrieked. "I don't know what this is but it's pink and it has unicorns so, AH!"

Matthew smiled. "It's a girly card game called Glitter Magic," he said. "I thought you'd like it since it involves collecting unicorn characters to get stronger and stuff, I bought you Rainbow Glitter, since she was a limited edition."

Mabel's eyes glittered. "You got me girly card game so you could play with me?"

"Well, yeah, me and Dipper have a special game together…I wanted you to have one, too," Matthew smiled.

Mabel grinned and gave Matthew a huge hug.

As Dipper finished unwrapping his gift he looked up at Matthew, who was hugging Mabel back, a sad look in his eye. Dipper was about to ask what was wrong when his brother turned to him and smiled.

"Do you like your gift, Dipper?" He asked.

Dipper looked down at his gift and smiled. It was a blue journal adorned with gold pine tree on the front. "My own journal?"

"Now you can document your own adventures. Who knows? Maybe somebody will come along, read it, and fan-girl over you," Matthew said.

Dipper rolled his eyes playfully. "I do not fan-girl."

"Dude, really? This you," Matthew began to let out a high-pitched squeal, quivering with excitement. Mabel burst into laughter.

Dipper smirked and tossed a left over cinnamon bun at his brother.

"Oh," Matthew said. "You. Did. Not." Matthew took a pancake piece and tossed it at Dipper, who ducked with a laugh.

"Hey, hey, don't forget me!" Mabel said, taking the syrup bottle and squirting it on her two brothers. She laughed as they cried out indignantly before they too exploding with laughter.

Matthew wiped the syrup from his face smiling at his siblings, feeling his heart swell. He couldn't imagine giving them up for the world.

In response, the oily blackness in his soul lurched as a bit of light pierced through.

"Hey, I want to show you two something in the woods," Matthew said getting up. "I think you'll like it."

"Can I bring Waddles?" Mabel asked.

"I'm sure he'll like it too," Matthew agreed.

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"Blind folds never lead to anything good," Dipper mumbled.

"This time, it will," Matthew promised, leading his siblings through the undergrowth.

"And here we are! 3…2…1!"

Matthew took off the blindfolds and Dipper and Mabel gaped in shock.

In front of them was a giant life sized snow globe, though it appeared to have the four seasons inside of it. One corner was winter, with snowy hills a sled and snow falling from a tiny cloud, a frozen lake in the centre. a corner with spring, showcasing a large cherry tree with a swing set on it, and flowers of all colors. The fall corner had leaves everywhere, along with a lot of trees. Finally, the summer corner had a mini lake with diving boards and sand.

Sitting between the seasons was a large wooden fort made to look like a castle.

"You made all of this?!" Mabel demanded.

"Took a lot of energy out of me…by time I was done I was ready to faint to be honest, but I wanted it to be special for the two of you," Matthew said. "So…do you like it?"

"No, I don't like it," Dipper said.

"WHAT?!" Mabel demanded. Matthew frowning as his insides were assaulted with hurt.

"I love it!" Dipper said enthusiastically. "Matt, this is amazing! I don't even know what to say!"

"How about…we test it out?" Matthew rose an eyebrow.

"Winter corner first!" Mabel said, opening the door that was covered in runes. "I'm going skating!"

Matthew smiled and Dipper ran after his sister.

This is stupid! Using your energy for two spoiled brats!

Shut up!

"Matthew?" Dipper called. "You okay?"

Matthew forced a grin and pointed at both Dipper and Mabel's feet, they were now wearing skates.

"Oooh!" Mabel gushed.

Waddles squealed as he ran on the ice and spun out of control, crashing into a snow bank. The three siblings laughed.

"And, on we go!" Matthew turned his shoes into skates and went on the ice. Mabel skated freely on the ice, whooping as she made sharp curves. Dipper's arms pinwheeled as he tried to stay up.

"You okay?" Matthew asked him.

"Skating is not really my strong suit…" Dipper admitted.

"I know, hold my hand?"

"In front of Mabel?" Dipper asked with a slight blush.

"Oh, come on, she won't tease you, right, Mabel?" Matthew asked.

"I so will!"

"See? She won't!" Matthew lied.

Dipper took in a deep breath and held his brother's hands, the two gliding slowly across the ice. "There's a dimension where the only thing there is ice and snow, sleds and skates were normal transportation and foot-wear."

"Would not like to go there," Dipper mumbled.

"There's actually a dimension for fairy tail characters," Matthew added.

"Really?!" Mabel asked stopping, only to be crashed into by Waddles. She fell on her butt and Dipper laughed, though it ended abruptly when Mabel tug his arm, causing him to fall as well, bringing Matthew down with him.

The two grunted before exploding in laughter.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

As it became closer to dark, the three siblings returned to the shack, laughing and talking, Matthew feeling more free and happy then he did in weeks.

"You guys should get ready for bed," Matthew said as they entered the gift shop. "What about you?" Mabel asked.

"I…have to do something," Matthew said.

"Well, o—."

Dipper was cut off as Matthew crouched and hugged the twins to his chest.

"Just know that…no matter what happens, no matter what you think, no matter what people say, no matter how far apart we are, no matter what, just know, that I love you two, more than anything and everything else," Matthew whispered.

The twins were silent for a few moments.

"Matt…" Mabel mumbled. Matthew then pulled away, kissing them both on the forehead, causing them to gap in surprise.

"Good night," he said, and left Dipper and Mabel in their shock.

As he walked to the house he wanted to be at, he knocked on the door.

Like he had hoped, the door was opened by none other then Wendy Corduroy.

"Matthew," Wendy said in surprise, before scowling. "Why are you here?"

"About last night…"

"Look, I get it, you made it clear how you felt about…us," Wendy said leaning against the doorframe, playing with her hair.

"No I…"

"I shouldn't've held on to my wishful thinking. It was stupid it was naïve, it was all kind of…"

Wendy was cut off as Matthew's slightly parted lips crashed against hers, saying things not needed to be put in words.

Wendy closed her eyes, kissing back after a mere moment of hesitation, frowning when Matthew pulled away early.

"I felt it," Matthew whispered, his breath tickling her tender lips. "When we first kissed…I felt it Wendy. That feeling of, rightness I…"

It was Matthew's turn to be cut off as Wendy kissed him. The two stayed that way for five seconds before pulling away slowly.

"Wendy…"

"Dad and my brothers are out doing some lumberjack training," Wendy said slyly.

Matthew's sly grin was the only answer she got as he slammed the front door closed with his elbow.

Unknown to them, Bill Cipher watched them from the mindscape, his eye narrowed, tapping his non-existence chin.

"This is going to be a bit harder than I hoped it would be…" he mumbled.

"Well, I'm done, have fun, Welcome Matt! She is a pretty girl." Bill laughed shrilly.

He then teleported away, to a familiar dark mansion, humming casually to himself.

He flew through the walls of Harrison Manor, down into the basement. Stopping momentarily at the picture of Clara.

Bill scoffed and glared at her stupid smile.

He only stopped thinking about his former lover when an uncomfortable tingle erupted through his body.

He growled in annoyance, leaving the painting and floating lower, a darker, though very much alive part of the mansion.

"Paige!" Bill sang, passing through walking life sized dolls and rag puppets. "Paige!"

Bill floated into a room, where a young girl with platinum blond hair lay.

Bill sunk into her consciousness with a mischievous cackle.

"Bill Cipher!" The girl shrieked in the dream scape. "You no good—ARGH! What are you doing?!"

"I need your help with someone!" Bill said cheerfully, twirling his cane.

"NO!" The girl crossed her arms.

"C'mon, Paige! Trust me, you want to help me!" Bill said slyly.

"No, no I don't," Paige huffed, turning away.

"Two words, kid!"

"What?"

"Stanford. Pines." Bill's lid lowered slyly.

Paige spun around. "Stanford Fillbrick Pines?"

"The one and only," Bill said. "He's coming home soon. You help me with old Welcome Matt and you can have him!"

"I'd be crazy not to except that!" Paige giggled, spinning around. "It's a deal!" She held out her hand which Bill gladly shook, his hand encased in flames.

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"Wendy, I—I really think we can be a thing," Matthew whispered.

Wendy blinked in surprise, getting on her knees. "Dude, are you…asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Maybe, why?" Matthew asked slyly.

Wendy grinned, wrapping her arms around Matthew as they kissed, Matthew sliding his hands down to Wendy's hips while Wendy tangled her fingers and Matthew's messy blonde locks.

The two pulled away slowly and Matthew smiled, getting up. "I—um, better get back, Stan will wonder where I am."

Wendy nodded as Matthew put on his pants and threw his shirt on, sliding his jean jacket on.

"See you tomorrow?" Matthew asked.

"Count on it," Wendy replied as Matthew left the Corduroy residence.

As Matthew walked into the Mystery Shack, he found Stan punching in the code to the vending machine.

"Thought you weren't coming," he said.

"Yeah, I came," Matthew replied as the two rode the elevator down to the basement.

"I'm surprised those government goons didn't show up," Stan commented.

"So am I. It's…kind of unnerving."

Stan nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Weird, huh?"

Just as they made it to the portal, a gust of air blew Matthew's hair all over the place.

"Wow," he commented.

He looked up at the counter, thirty seconds.

"The journal said that there'd be some gravity shifts. None happened yet," Stan said.

"Oh, I added a little something to it. Don't need the twins more suspicious than they already are," Matthew said.

"True, those kids are two smart for their own good," Stan said.

The counter now showed ten seconds. The two stepped near the portal.

"It's seems so surreal…I'll get to see Stanford again," Stan whispered then turned to Matthew and smiled. "Couldn't've done it without you, Mr. Mad Hatter."

Stan patted Matthew on the back, causing the teen to laugh lightly. They turned back to the portal, Matthew's chest burning as he watched it slowly open.

Maybe I could keep it open a bit longer…cause Weirdmageddon…

Stop it. Matthew told himself. Though he couldn't help but step forwards a bit. Letting the glow of the portal hit him. He took another step—

And began to float, not noticing he had stepped over the black and yellow line.

"Matthew!" Stan cried as Matthew was sucked towards the portal. Matthew tried imagining something, though the large snow globe had seriously taken its toll on his powers.

"KID!"

"GRUNKLE STAN!" Matthew called back as there was a flash of light as Matthew began to free fall. Screaming all the while. He then crashed into another body.

"No!" The other presence cried, as Matthew's eyes regained focus, he saw a shape snatching a fallen perfume bottle, emptying its contents before quickly scooping up what looked like a miniature galaxy.

The person—presumably a man—sighed in relief before murmuring, "Too close."

Matthew frowned. The voice was so familiar…

The man turned around, Matthew getting a good glimpse of the cracked lens, and the salt and pepper hair.

"Stanford…" Matthew whispered with wide eyes.

Ford tensed taking out his laser gun and pointing it at Matthew, causing him to cry out.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Ford growled.

"Dude! Just chill—!" Ford pressed the gun into Matthew's skull.

"Bill Cipher," Ford sneered with pure hate.

"Who?" Matthew asked, pretending not to know.

"Don't play dumb, Cipher! I could know that voice anywhere!" Ford snapped.

"I-I'm not Bill Cipher!" Matthew lied. "I'm Matthew Pines!"

Ford narrowed his eyes. "Matthew Pines?"

"I'm Sherman's grandson," Matthew said.

"Shermie…that still doesn't explain why you aren't on Earth, or how you know my name," Ford said, though he wasn't pressing the gun so hard to his skull anymore.

"Your brother…he talks about you a lot," Matthew lied. "He opened the portal to try and save you and I, um, accidentally got sucked in."

Ford slowly sheathed his gun and glared at the place the portal had been opened. "Damn knucklehead…" he muttered under his breath.

"Uh, so, Stanford Pines, right?" Matthew asked.

Ford cleared his throat. "Yes, ah, greetings," he held out his six-fingered hand and Matthew shook it.

"Whoa, six fingers," Matthew said, playing dumb once more.

"Ah, birth defect," Ford said flexing his fingers.

"Looks cool to me," Matthew said with a shrug. "So…where are we?"

"I just got transported here, so I'm not completely sure," Ford admitted, getting up. Matthew followed. "Matthew, was it?"

Matthew nodded.

"Do you know about the Multiverse?"

"Yeah, me and my brother, kind of supernatural geeks," Matthew chuckled.

"Well, I need to make a fire. Come along," Ford sighed and walked off into the bizarre world that looked like a chess board.

Matthew followed. He couldn't use his powers, not unless he wanted his identity tipped off. Not that it mattered anyway, he was still power tired.

Man, he missed being made of pure energy.

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As the light dimmed Stan uncovered his face. His pupils dilated, the same nightmare from thirty years ago, had just replayed right before his eyes.

"No…" Stan whispered. "No, no, no, Matthew!"

He knew his nephew couldn't hear him though.

"Right," Stan muttered. "Just gotta rebuild it." The old man clenched his fists in determination. He'd get his brother and his nephew back, even if it took another thirty years.

"Should've did something…" Stan grumbled to himself, kicking one of the portal mechanisms in rage. But just like before, he had been frozen with fear and horror.

As he turned to try again tomorrow, a stack of papers fell.

Stan picked them up and grinned, recognising the instructions that Matthew had re-written.

"Looks like you and Sixer won't be waiting another thirty years!" Stan said happily to his nephew.

"Lucky you, Matthew!"

Stan blinked twice and laughed as he went to his room. "Ha! That last part rhymed!"

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

AN: Quite a bit happened this time around!

Matthew trying to make up for his crud attitude, only to crash into Ford! Oooh!

He redeemed himself in Dipper, Mabel, and Wendy's eyes, how about you guys?

Fantasy Fan OUT!