AN: Sorry no italics or bold...I typed this on my phone...
Season Two is almost at a close Mad Hatters! I'm planning another surprise BUT, I decided to bring up an amazing theory a reviewer left.
In the first Season I used ...A-X-O-L-O-T-L... as the time skip. In Season Two I use ...C-I-P-H-E-R...
The reviewer guessed that it had something to with emotions, since in Season 1 Matthew was upset with the Axolotl, but in Season 2 he's upset with Bill Cipher.
The symbolizing of emotions is actually correct! I used AXOLOTL because at the time, Matthew was upset with him for his unfair fate. But I didn't use CIPHER here because he was upset with Bill, see if you can figure it out!
...C-I-P-H-E-R...
Chapter Forty-Four: On Ice
The rain began to pour as Mabel continued to weep against Matthew's warm chest.
They stayed there as police cars and ambulances arrived. Ford ran towards them.
"Kids! Are you alright?" He called, stopping abruptly at the sight of all the dead bodies. "What...? What happened here?"
"We're okay, Grunkle Ford," Dipper said, frowning as he glanced down at Mabel. "Most of us, anyway."
"Mabel?" Ford murmured, kneeling next to Matthew and Mabel.
"Are you...?"
"Does she look fine to you?!" Matthew snapped.
Ford opened his mouth and closed it, scowling. "I'm worried for my niece."
"Well she's not fine," Matthew sneered, slowly helping Mabel stand, whispering words like "It's okay," and "It's not your fault."
"Did you two get in an argument earlier or something?" Dipper asked Ford.
"You can say that," Ford said as Matthew begin answering the questions of the police officers.
To Matthew's annoyance once the police were gone the news arrived.
"Mr. Pines, what has happened here?"
"Were you and your siblings hurt?"
"Did you take your shirt off again?"
"Would you all move?!" Matthew snapped, holding Mabel close and gently guiding her away from the paparazzi and news cameras.
"Argh, for the love of...!" Matthew lit his hands with flames and created a barrier, running with Mabel through the rain and into the woods.
"Matthew...wait! Slow down!" Mabel panted before staggering and falling to her hands and knees.
"Mabel," Matthew knelt next to his little sister and put a hand on her head.
Mabel looked up at her brother and swallowed thickly, rubbing her eyes once more and sniffling.
"Hey," Matthew murmured gently. "Look, it's okay."
"You keep saying that but...why can't I just believe it?" Mabel whispered.
Matthew gripped Mabel's shoulder and helped her stand once more. "Just keep telling yourself that you'll learn to believe it."
"You would know, won't you?" Mabel said quietly as they continued walking, the rain pelting on their faces.
Matthew nodded slowly. "Yeah...yeah I would."
"Was it easy? Living with yourself? You know after you killed and double-crossed people?" Mabel said.
"Yeah, I didn't have a soul, so I didn't exactly have a conscious," Matthew's eye took on a faraway look and he released a shuddering breath.
Mabel twiddled her thumbs a bit, staying silent, knowing that her brother was hurting right now.
"What's going to happen to me?" Mabel says finally.
"What do you mean, Mabes?"
"Since I'm technically a killer...does that mean...does that mean there's a possibility of losing my soul like Bill Cipher? Will I not be able to love?"
"No." Matthew said quickly, the lie slipping off his tongue with ease. "I mean sure your soul may be darker but you won't lose it..." if Paige doesn't screw with you, his brain added.
Matthew's thoughts went to Damion. He clenched his fists in anger, he made Stan lose his sanity, Mabel lose her innocence, what else would happen? Should he just give up fighting? Did it even matter? Wasn't he turning back into Bill Cipher regardless?
"Northwest manor!" Mabel announced.
"What?" Matthew said stopping.
"Northwest manor," Mabel repeated pointing into the distance.
"Oh good, we can find a place to crash for a bit," Matthew said as the two walked faster.
They reached the gates, Mable pressing the electric buzzer.
"Who is this?" A nasal voice asked.
"Mabel and Matthew Pines," Mabel stated.
There was a pause before the gates opened. The duo walking in to the front porch.
The door was opened by a short and pudgy butler who bowed. "This way, missus and mister."
Mabel and Matthew walked in, dripping wet. "Wow," Mabel breathed.
"Ah, if it isn't..." Preston walked forward and paused by his butler. "What were their names again?" He hissed.
"Matthew and Mabel, Sir," the butler mumbled.
"Yes! Mabel and Matthew! And you!" Preston snapped his fingers at his butler. "Clean this mess, NOW!"
The butler scrambled to work.
"I heard the unfortunate events of your...eh...house."
"Yeah, idiot spaceman," Matthew said.
"Well you and yours are welcome here," Preston continued. "So long as you don't cause any trouble. Now, Pacifica and Pricilla are at a beauty pageant, but I think I can find you two rooms. JORDAN!"
The butler stood up. "Sir?"
"Give our guests a room...eh, you know what? Give them a bath first," Preston waved him away dismissively.
"This way," the butler said gesturing for Mabel and Matthew to follow him.
"You can use this bathroom, sir," Jordan said as he gestured to a door. "The lady can use this one." Jordan gestured to another.
"See you in a while, then?" Matthew said.
Mabel nodded, pushing into the bathroom and gasping at the mere size.
"I trust you can handle yourself?" Jordan said.
Mabel nodded. Jordan closed the door as she threw her clothes off and turning on the large jacuzzi and stepping into it, sighing and closing her eyes in content.
Really, if her Grunkle Stan had this much money, what wasn't he buying stuff like this?
The thought of Stan caused Mabel's chest to tighten. Matthew can fix it. She told herself. Matthew can fix anything.
Mabel looked up when she heard her phone buzz. She picked it up and saw a text message from Dipper, "where r u two?!"
Mabel typed back, "Northwest Manor. We're fine."
She put her phone back on the sink counter and leaned back, closing her eyes. She stretched her legs out, feeling the water thickening, though she thought nothing of it.
When something brushed against her leg, she finally opened her eyes. Her mouth open in a silent scream as she realized her bath water wasn't even water anymore.
It was blood...with a body floating in it, the lifeless figure of the man she shot repeatedly staring at her.
Mabel finally shrieked loudly. Hopping out of the bathtub and grabbing a bath robe as she ran as far away as she could, locking herself in a bedroom and sliding slowly to the floor shivering from the nonexistent cold and sobbing once more.
...C-I-P-H-E-R...
Dipper stared out the window of the cab he and Ford pulled over. His thoughts continued to flit to Mabel.
She was probably extremely horrified at having just killed someone; he was afraid he'd lose the naive bubbly girl he knew and loved.
"Something on your mind?" Ford asked.
"Just Mabel," Dipper murmured. Then his eyes widened as a snowflake landed on the window.
"What in the...?" Snow began to fall faster and harder at an alarming rate.
"Snow? In the summer?" Ford asked on full alert.
The two males then screamed when the cab spiralled out of control, the cab driver cursing loudly as he slammed on the brakes. The car skidded to halt as the snow began blocking any further view; a complete whiteout.
"Grunkle Ford, what's going on?!" Dipper asked in panic.
Just then a creature slammed itself against the car window, its body made of snow, its eyes glowing red.
Dipper screamed loudly and moved away as the monster began ripping the door off the car.
The cab driver screamed and slammed on the gas the creature held on, though, the car door getting ripped off as both it and the monster flew away.
A blast of cold air exploded through the cab Dipper hugging himself and shivering as Ford took out his gun pointing at the open whiteness.
Their attention snapped to the front when the cab driver screamed, another snow creature had landed on top of the car, cracking the glass.
The driver jerked the steering wheel, trying to get the thing off, but it only pressed on the glass harder, the glass shattered and the creature landed on top of the man, Ford automatically shooting the creature.
The creature looked up and swiped at Ford, the gun flying out of the car just as they crashed into an icicle that had suddenly exploded from the road, flipping through the air.
Dipper, the cab man, and Ford screamed as the cab skidded against the icy road.
"Dipper!" Came a far away voice.
The boy moaned, tasting blood in his mouth, his head swimming.
"Mm, fine..." Dipper mumbled as he could feel Ford furiously unbuckling his seat belt. He half dragged half carried Dipper out of the damaged vehicle as the cab man staggered out, running away and screaming, "This job don't pay enough!"
Dipper and Ford both grunted in discomfort as the frigid cold pierced through their clothes, chilling them to the bone.
"What's going on, Grunkle Ford?!" Dipper shouted as they fought the storm with every step.
"I-I don't know...!" More snow creatures exploded from the ground their eyes turning from red to bright blue, shooting laser beams from them.
Ford instinctively threw Dipper to the snow just as all the laser attacks slammed into his chest. The old man screamed and fell to the snow.
"Grunkle Ford!"
"Dipper! Run...!" Ford's voice cut off as his whole body began to freeze.
Dipper's chest clenched in horror. For a moment he sat there frozen. Only when the creatures turned their gaze to him did he run. His legs burned and shook with adrenaline and exertion. In front of him was a beaten down mansion.
Dipper thought it looked familiar but he didn't stop to jog his memory, he ran up the porch steps, the first state snapping under his weight. Dipper fell through, scraping his shin and his arm but quickly recovering and scrambling to his feet once more, throwing the large doors open and pushing them closed with every ounce of strength.
The doors slammed shut with an echoing "bang" as he slid to the floor, his head thrumming with pain. The thought of his frozen uncle causing him to shiver.
It wouldn't be too bad if he closed his eyes a bit, would it?
"Don't you think it'd be a lot comfier to lay in the chambers?" A voice said.
Dipper looked and screamed in surprise at coming eye to eye with a girl with vivid green eyes and red hair. She looked a lot like Wendy, but her features were more chiseled and her form was more petite.
A face Dipper knew could only be the face of Clara Harrison.
Dipper was at a loss for words as he looked around the mansion. It was no longer in disrepair, but beautiful and glowing, cleaned and dusted.
"What?" Dipper demanded in confusion. "I-I don't...what's going on here?"
"I'm confused," Clara said, tilting her head to the side. She appeared to be about seventeen or nineteen.
"Yeah, so am I. No offence...but aren't you supposed to be dead?" Dipper asked.
Clara smiled. "Very perceptive, Dipper Pines."
"How do you...?"
"I've been watching you and your siblings for a while now. Especially your brother...oh dear, I almost forgot."
Clara kneeled in front of Dipper and put a finger on is forehead. Dipper felt a tingling sensation fill his body and he sighed in content.
"There we are," Clara smiled and got up and brushed her dress off.
Dipper gaped when he realized all his wounds had healed.
"How did you...?"
"You ask a lot of questions," Clara mused.
"Can you blame me?" Dipper asked standing up.
"No, I suppose not," Clara said. "I'm a priestess, but in the 21st century my kind are called witches."
Dipper opened his mouth to ask another question when Clara gasped. "Dear, dear! I forgot about that!" Clara pulled down Dipper's shoulder, exposing the heart shaped bruise. "There we are." She tapped the bruise and it exploded in sparkles.
"Demons' Kiss," Clara explained turning on her heel. "Used as a puppeteer spell. Now come, let's get you cleaned up."
Dipper still didn't know what the heck was happening, but he figured this was a lot better then getting frozen to death, besides, Clara was pretty.
...C-I-P-H-E-R...
AN: To be honest. This was SUPPOSED to be posted earlier today, but I hated what I had written and decided to restart the chapter. I like this one a lot more.
Also Stan will be brought back, Energy Witch spoiled how I'd do it but oh well!
Again, sorry no bold or italics, I was typing this on my phone.
Fantasy Fan OUT!