AN: Hey guys! It's me!
Last time...what did I do last time...?
Oh yeah!
THE SEASON PREMIERE AHH!
I hope you guys liked it! I'm actually super proud with it!
Ah, and my pals Roxy, Mordecai, and Alison! Yes, you did realize that the paragraph breaks are now "M-A-B-E-L"
Yes, yes. And no it doesn't necessarily mean Matt hates Marbles, it means that in this season, Mabel will be Matthew's biggest influence, like in last season it was his inner Bill Cipher, in the first one it was the Axolotl, now it is Mabel.
I'm sure you know by now how Matthew feels for his baby sister, but how she'll influence him...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I think we all know how this ends.
This'll not have bold and italics; I had to type this on my phone AND I'm going somewhere and therefore have no time to edit much ;3 so only for this chapter, thoughts will be used with this: '' like in British grammar, and capitalization to emphasize words in replace of italics.
Anyway, Here's chapter forty eight!
Chapter Forty-Eight: Don't Fight
Dipper hadn't been more afraid in his life.
Bill hovered in front of him and Pacifica, an evil glint in his eye.
"Who to mess with first?" He mumbled tapping his non-existent chin.
"Leave Pacifica out of this!" Dipper blurted out. Bill's eerie gaze switched to Dipper, and he fought the urge to shrink away.
"Ooooh! Knight in shining armour are we?!" Bill laughed. "I might just deal with you first!"
Bill snapped his fingers and chains wrapped around Dipper's ankles and wrists.
"Dipper!" Pacifica cried as the boy grunted and pulled against the chains.
"What're you going to do?"Pacifica asked in panic.
"I'm taking him on a lovely...little... EXERTION!" Bill said, his voice deepening at the last word.
Dipper inhaled sharply and squeezed his eyes shut as blinding light exploded through the dark and barren mind of his Grunkle.
He gritted his teeth as his ears began to ring, slowly he opened his eyes, coming face to face with a familiar pair of converse sneakers.
"Matthew!" Dipper exclaimed bolting upright with a relieved grin. He knew Matt would come back. It was only a matter of time...
Dipper's grin slowly faded as he saw the twisted smirk on his brother's face.
"Matthew...?" His voice laced with uncertainty.
"How does it feel, Dipper, being second place to me, hmm?" Matthew smirked.
"Wh-what?" Dipper mumbled taking a step backwards. "Matt?"
"It must be tragic, I can do everything you do, but better."
"Why are you...?
"Seeing as how I'm more superior to you, both physically, appearance wise, and talent wise," Matthew said circling Dipper. "It makes me wonder; why in the Multiverse should I protect and sacrifice for somebody as useless as you?"
Dipper was completely speechless, it felt as if his heart were being dug out with a dull and rusty knife.
'Matthew wouldn't say that to me' Dipper told himself firmly. 'This is obviously Bill's idea of a joke.'
"You know," Matthew continued, lighting a flame at the tip of his finger, "I was always the favoured son, brother, boy..."
An image appeared with Wendy and Matthew in a tight loving embrace, another of Mabel grinning in delight at getting a piggy-back ride. The last image was three-year-old Matthew with an extremely large birthday cake, grinning Ellie and Emmet beside him.
"The favoured...person," Matthew's smirk broadened as an image of all his adoring fans appeared.
Dipper's heart clenched. All of his fears mulling in his brain.
He then cried out when Matthew grabbed him viciously by the collar, now grinning.
"There seems to be a theme in this family...Stanley Pines was useless, so he was kicked out of his house, Mom and Dad were useless, they got put in a coma."
"How can you say that about them?" Dipper exclaimed angrily, pulling away.
Matthew shrugged carelessly. "The point is, Dipper, nobody needs you, you're a liability, you're a failure," Matthew through his head up and laughed.
"YOU'RE useless! Just like Stan and our parents! And so, like them, you need to suffer too."
Dipper yelped when Matthew pinned him down, an eerie gleam in his eye.
"I'm your brother!" Dipper cried desperately.
"Yes..." Matthew whispered, leaning forward towards Dipper's ear. "The one I should've killed years ago."
...M-A-B-E-L...
Mabel panted for breath as she ran as fast as she could to Northwest Manor when her phone buzzed.
She dug it out of her pocket, not stopping in her running and looked at it.
Another emergency message, this one from Matthew judging by the flame emojis. The location labelled with an H.
Two emergency messages from both her brothers?
That did NOT bode well.
"H..." Mabel whispered to herself. "H, H...oh! Hospital!" Mabel quickly changed course, trying to fight through her fatigue.
'Be alright' she begged in her mind. 'Just be alright'
She plowed through the hospital doors and looked around for her brothers.
When she couldn't see them, Mabel pulled out her phone, rapidly texting: 'Which room r u?' To Matthew.
'Stan's', was the only reply given.
"You better not be dying dum-dum," Mabel mumbled.
...M-A-B-E-L...
Matthew closed his eyes, trying to push his consciousness into Stan's mind for about the thousandth time.
He removed his hand and gritted his teeth, his blood boiling with frustration.
"Why aren't you working?!" Matthew screamed angrily at his palm, still devoid of flames.
He glanced at Dipper and Pacifica's still bodies and bit his lip in worry. What horrors where happening to them?
"MATTHEW!" Yelled a loud voice.
Matthew screamed and banged his head against a wall. "Why do you ALWAYS do that?!"
"What's wrong?" Mabel said getting straight to the point. Glancing over Matthew's shoulder she saw Pacifica and Dipper.
The brunette covered her mouth with her hands, tears lining her eyes. "No..."
"They aren't dead," Matthew says quickly. "Bill has them."
"How is that any better?!" Mabel cried.
"To be honest it's not," Matthew mumbled. "And I'm having trouble getting in."
"Then...how am I going to help?" Mabel asked.
"I don't know!" Matthew said in frustration. "I just...I'm so angry and confused...I...my powers refuse to work! I hate feeling so useless Mabel, I HATE IT!"
Mabel frowned remembering what Damion had told her about Matthew's powers.
"So what do we do? Isn't there a nerdy spell in Dipper's journal?"
Matthew stared at his sister for a few seconds before face-palming. "Why do I keep forgetting that stupid...?! Never mind," Matthew smiled at Mabel. "I knew you'd help."
Mabel felt guilt swimming in her gut. Matthew trusted her so much, and here she was, helping her insane uncle turn him into a monster.
"Marbles? You okay?"
Mabel snapped out of her musings and laughed lightly. "I'm fine Mattie, let's go get Dipper and Pacifica, save Grunkle Stan while we're at it."
Matthew nodded in agreement before frowning. "We don't have candles. And my powers are acting wonky."
"There's a superstore nearby, we can hurry!" Mabel said urgently.
Matthew nodded in agreement.
...M-A-B-E-L...
Ford walked into the ballroom, squinting through the fog created by the fog machines and the blaring strobe lights. The music was extremely loud and made his bones rattle.
Way too much for his tastes.
"Mr. Ford!" Grenda called from across the room.
"Ah, Grenda," Ford walked over to the girl. "Can I help you?"
"Do you know where Mabel has gone?" Candy asked from beside Grenda.
"And Dipper and Matthew for that matter? I mean it IS his baby shower, he's going to miss gift unwrapping!" Grenda said.
Ford furrowed his brow. All three Pines siblings were missing?
'Stay out of it Ford,' came the sinister voice of Paige reminding him in his head.
'It'd be a shame if you got hurt, especially since I'M the one that needs to hurt you. It'd be even more of a shame if something happened to your poor defenceless brother.'
"I don't know," Ford told the girls. Before walking off, he took in a deep breath and rubbed his temples, walking by Penelope and her father.
"Ohmygosh!" Penelope giggled at the picture on her phone. "What do I do, daddy? Leak it?"
"You need more evidence first, love," Arnold said. "Matthew isn't dumb."
"This'll be fun!" Penelope cheered.
"You also need to be ins better relationship with him," Arnold continued. "Without your magic."
"Sounds like a plan," Penelope gushed.
...M-A-B-E-L...
AN: Sorry, short chapter! Sort for typos and stuff.
Also: stem what hated
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