AN: I'm back!
To answer your question Zeta, sorry but your OC won't appear until much later, since there's a lot of OCs people have submitted before you and I have to give their characters screen time first, but especially because you want your character to be apart of the main story so...yeah.
Oh! And Arylia Scry, YES Dipper will get powers...
Soon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Anyway, here's Chapter Forty Nine!
Chapter Forty-Nine: Mind Saving
Matthew lit the final candle and inhaled slowly.
"Okay," he turned to Mabel. "Ready?"
Mabel gave a firm nod.
Matthew placed his palm on Stan's forehead and Mabel followed suit as he said the chant.
Inside Stan's mind, Pacifica could only watch in horror as the still chained Dipper shook and whimpered, his closed as he continued to mumble things.
Bill cackled loudly and the blonde gritted her teeth. She only knew Bill for a little while and she already hated him.
"Hey!" Pacifica barked.
Bill seized his laughter, and eye appearing at the back of his body. Pacifica shuddered as the rest of his body did a three-sixty.
"What do you want with Dipper anyway?! Just leave him alone!" Pacifica snapped.
"What's this? Juliet missing her Romeo?" Bill cackled with a crinkled eye just as whispered something in a mournful voice.
"I WILL sue you, you know!" Pacifica threatened.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Bill laughed coming closer to the chained girl. "Last I checked, you weren't in any position to threaten me! Yeesh, the disrespect of you-OW!"
Bill was cut off as Pacifica delivered a heavy kick to the demon's eye.
Bill floated backwards jerkily, howling in pain and rubbing his eye lid.
Pacifica then gasped, due to the fact that once Bill opened his eye once more it was pitch black.
"YOU CROSSED A LINE NORTHWEST." He boomed in a deep voice, his gold body fading to a crimson red.
A second later there was a flash of light. Bill's attention switched over to the two new forms in the shattered mind.
"WHAT?!" Bill screeched. "How did you two get in here?!"
"Nerdy spell from Dipper's journal," Mabel boasted.
"Ugh! I keep forgetting that!" Bill grumbled, fading back to his original colour and rubbing his eyelid.
"You and me both, man," Matthew said.
"Mabel! Matthew!" Pacifica called from where she was still chained. "Bill did something to Dipper!"
Matthew and Mabel turned to find their younger brother also chained up, whimpered and twitching.
"What did you do?" Matthew ground out, he could feel his golden eye glowing under his eyepatch, his fists clenched and shaking.
"Oh, me?" Bill giggled. "I may or may not have sent him to a place that ALSO just happens to be his worst nightmare! Ahaha!"
Mabel gritted her teeth, the bow growing warm.
Bill stopped laughing momentarily to look at the bow and squint at it. "Wait a minute...isn't that...?"
Mabel let out a rage filled scream and shot a pink beam of light at Bill's eye.
The demon shot backwards, screaming, "MY EYE! WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY EYE!?"
Matthew turned to Mabel and furrowed his brow. "Mabel..."
"Now's not the time to be upset with me or anything, Mattie! Help Dipper, I'll get Pacifica!"
"In case you didn't know, Mabel, my powers aren't working, and seeing as how Stan's mind is shattered you can't use magic in here unless you come with magic," Matthew said, glaring at Mabel's bow.
"You're powers derive from negativity, Matthew! Try getting more upset or jealous, or, or, SOMETHING!" Mabel's bow glowed again and she floated upwards towards Pacifica.
"Since when do you have magic?" The girl demanded.
"Since today, now don't freak out."
"Why-?"
Pacifica was cut off as the manacles around her wrists and ankles were exploded and she fell, screaming.
Mabel caught her and set her down on the empty floor, dodging a shattered memory.
"Grunkle Stan..." Mabel whispered. Her chest tightening.
Matthew, managed to make his magic work somewhat and was climbing a makeshift staircase to Dipper, constantly feeding himself negative emotions and memories.
He cried out when one stair fell away, leaving him clutching on to the last one.
"Bill hurt Mabel, he hurt Stan, and he hurt Dipper," Matthew muttered to himself, his magic increasing with flare as he hoisted himself up and towards Dipper's restraints.
Matthew snapped his fingers, the chains disappearing with a flourish as the young boy fell against his chest.
"Hey, Dipper," Matthew said shaking his brother. "Dipper, wake up, you're dreaming."
Dipper shuddered and opened his eyes slowly, they were wet with tears and the sight sent another surge of rage within Matthew.
"I'm sorry..." Dipper whispered.
"For what?" Matthew murmured.
"For being so...so suffocating," Dipper said. "Just...don't hurt me again."
Matthew's eye widened before gripping the boy's shoulder. "Dipper, whatever Bill showed you...don't believe it for a second. He's a liar, remember that."
"It was...fake?" Dipper said slowly.
"It was fake," Matthew confirmed firmly, gripping Dipper's shoulders tighter. "I would never purposely hurt you."
"I-I-it was fake," Dipper told himself. "It wasn't you-."
Matthew wrapped his arms around Dipper. "It's going to be okay."
Dipper let out a shuddering breath and hugged Matthew back.
A rage filled unearthly bellow ruined the tender moment. The darkness of Stan's mind blared red.
"KIIIDS!" Boomed and all too familiar demon voice.
"Um, guys?! I think we need to go!" Pacifica called from below.
Matthew grabbed the still somewhat shaken up Dipper and jumped down the makeshift staircase two at a time, landing next to the girls just as a livid Bill crashed through it.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT DAMION SAYS!" Bill roared. The angry demon was in the exact same form Bill was back in his old Weirdmageddon days of chasing the twins.
That didn't bring many happy memories.
The trio ran as fast as they could, dodging shattered memories. Dipper grunting occasionally in his brother's arms.
"I'M GOING TO TRAP YOU HERE FOR ETERNITY AND MAKE YOU SUFFER!" Bill continued. "I'M GOING TO BREAK YOU LIKE A BROKE STANLEY PINES!"
Unfortunately for Bill, that was the wrong thing to say.
Matthew stopped and placed Dipper down, turning to the charging Bill.
"Guys, run."
"Matthew-!" Dipper tried to object.
"I said, RUN." Matthew ground out.
"Guys! Come on!" Pacifica dragged the twins away, leaving Matthew to face Bill on his own.
'You may be stronger than me, Bill. But I got a good feeling about me winning this time.'
...M-A-B-E-L...
Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica stopped after about thirty more seconds of running. The world was no longer red, but the sound of blasting could be heard.
"I-I should go back and help Matthew!" Mabel panicked. "He's not strong enough to fight Bill!"
"We need to trust him," Dipper said firmly, though it was obvious he too was having his doubts.
"Guys! It's a door!" Pacifica called further up into the darkness.
The twins turned, sure enough, stood a door in the middle of the darkness, battered and singed, its doorknob hanging limp.
"What do you think is in there?" Mabel asked her brother.
Dipper shook his head in cluelessness, his thoughts returning to the deranged version of his brother.
'I'm overreacting, he won't be in there. This is Stan's mind not mine.'
Still, he was kinda shaken up.
"Should we go in, or...?" Pacifica gestured to the door.
"I guess. Oh! Maybe we can fix Grunkle Stan's mind!" Mabel said hopefully.
Dipper nodded in agreement and the three pre-teens pushed open the door. Inside were multiple screens, like ones in a movie theatre. Each showing a memory, but they were all foggy and cracked.
They stepped into the corridor, and looked at one, it was no doubt Stan and Ford as kids, laughing and racing each other on a swing set.
Dipper reached forward to touch it, but it exploded into a million shards of glass. He cried out in surprise.
More memories began to shatter, faster and faster until the corridor was filled with shattered memories, the door behind them crumbling to dust.
"We have to get him back!" Mabel announced.
"If your brother, who is magic voodoo guy, can't figure this out, what makes you think we can?" Pacifica demanded.
"Wait to be negative," Dipper grumbled.
"I'm being realistic."
"Now isn't the time to be 'realistic!'"
"You're not supposed to be realistic whenever it's convenient! That's not how it works!"
Mabel rolled her eyes at the bickering duo, frowning when light caught her eye. Squinting, Mabel turned towards the end of the corridor where a soul memory stood.
"Guys! Look, that memory, isn't shattering!" Mabel called.
Dipper and Pacifica stopped arguing to walk watch Mabel walking towards the memory. They glanced at each other than followed.
This memory was different, it was cracked all over but the scene was still visible, but what stood out the most were the chains around it.
"Bill must've chained this memory up." Dipper speculated.
"But why?" Pacifica asked.
"Look," Mabel said pointing at the partially visible screen.
Bill was talking to Stan, after a while what looked like The Shack lit in flames. Stan began to panic, followed by the twins and Matthew chained and trapped to a burning wall.
Pacifica gaped, Mabel gasped and covered her mouth and Dipper gritted his teeth in anger.
The memory presumably nightmare ended with four words:
"YOU'RE A SCREW UP."
The last line echoed across the room, the already shattered pieces shattering even more.
"This is it! This is what's ruining Stan!" Dipper exclaimed.
"So what're we supposed to do?" Pacifica demanded.
"GRUNKLE STAN!" Mabel said loudly, cupping her hands in front of her face.
"Mabel! Why are you being so loud?!" Dipper hissed.
Mabel ignored her twin. "Grunkle Stan! Don't listen to Bill! He's a poop face!"
"Mabel I don't think he can-." Dipper was cut off as the memory shards stopped floating, a few of them merged together to form a memory.
It consisted of Stan and Mabel sitting at the kitchen table laughing together and talking.
"Guys!" Mabel said, "It's working!"
"Um...yeah!" Dipper called. "You're amazing Grunkle Stan!"
Another memory formed, this one of Stan showing Dipper how to con, Dipper laughing lightly as he hit a shopkeeper in the head and ran away with some bread loaves.
Pacifica tilted her head to the side as the twins continued shouting out compliments towards their uncle.
The darkness began to change, merging into what looked like a darker version of the Mystery Shack, memories began hiding themselves in doors, the chains on the horrible nightmare began to loosen.
"Almost!" Mabel excitedly.
"Hold it brats!" A shrill voice echoed.
The twins plus Pacifica turned to find Bill, no longer livid but gleeful, holding a limp Matthew in his fist.
"Matthew!" Dipper cried as Pacifica gasped. "Let him go you stupid evil tortilla chip!" Mabel demanded.
"Sure! But you see, kinda D-Man's orders to keep, Stan, here a useless sack of shattered glass! Sooooooo I can't except what you all are doing here!
"How about, I promise not to hurt your precious 'Mattie' and you two promise not do anymore fixing?!"
Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look before turning back to Bill.
"Fine. We promise," Dipper said in defeat. Mabel nodded in agreement.
Bill crinkled his eye even more. Dipper fought the urge to spit at it.
"Lovely, now-!"
"Hate to break it to you, You Living Mathematical Nightmare, but that leaves one of us!" Pacifica said before screaming, "HEY MR. PINES! YOU'RE NOT A SCREW UP!"
The effect was instantaneous.
Stan's mind filled with light and more doors, it became fast and expansive. The twins grinned and Pacifica smirked at the horrified look Bill was wearing.
"No!" Bill screamed as he began to fade away, so did Matthew.
"I think Stan's waking up!" Mabel exclaimed as she too began to fade along with Dipper and Pacifica.
A second later, the girl bolted upright and screamed, bumping heads with Matthew.
"OW!" Matthew exclaimed. "That hurt!"
"Ah! Mattie! You're OK!" Mabel squealed hugging her brother's waist.
"I think Bill knocked me unconscious while I was in the Dreamscape." Matthew said in a dazed voice.
"Does that even make sense?" Dipper asked, brushing himself off and helping Pacifica to stand.
There was a loud groan from the hospital bed.
The the boys and Pacifica stood up and walked towards the shifting Stan.
Mabel on the other hand shrieked happily, crashing over candles and jumping on top of her Grunkle.
The old man's eyes snapped open and he screamed loudly, bolting upright.
"AHHH! GRUNKLE STAN!" Mabel shrieked hugging his neck.
"Kids? You're all right?" Stan's confused expression turned into a smile. "You're alright!" Stan grinned, hugging a now sniffing Mabel back.
Dipper laughed lightly and hugged Stan's stomach. Matthew sitting beside Stan and putting his arm around his shoulders.
"I missed you, Old Fart," the teen grinned.
Pacifica shuffled a bit ways away; feeling like somewhat of an intruder in the family reunion.
"C'mon, Paz! You helped save Grunkle Stan!" Mabel said waving the blonde over.
"Wait...isn't that the Northwest girl?" Stan squinted.
"Care to give her a free hug?" Mabel suggested with a tiny smile.
Pacifica hesitated before gingerly wrapping her arms around Stan, before getting more comfortable, smiling wistfully.
"Funny story!" Stan chuckled. "I had a dream about this nacho!"
"We all did, Grunkle Stan," Matthew said.
"Really? Wow, what are the odds?"
...M-A-B-E-L...
AN: Next chapter will include the baby-shower at its fullest! Also, I shall take a break from the angst ;3
YAY STAN IS BACK! WOOT!
Okay, I'm gone. I'll edit this later quit complaining.
Fantasy Fan OUT!