AN: Hey guys!
How are you?!
OK so last time I gave you guys a poem, to make it easier, I shall reveal that the poem is only talking about one person ;3 I'm sure you can guess who already!
Now there's another poem in here, see if you can crack that one too!
Oh, and hey Hirsch55! Yeah, I recognize you, glad you're enjoying the story so far.
And yes, guys, Regular Show references, that show is funny af.
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Chapter Fifty-Two: I Like Chopping Down Pinetrees
The poem continued to replay in Matthew's head as he lay in his bed, thinking.
He knew it was somehow talking about him...maybe even more than one person.
But it disturbed him, it really did, who was this Angel person and how did he or she know so much about him?
The blonde looked out the large window of the Northwest Manor, seeing dawn. How long had he been in his bed just thinking?
There was then a gentle knock on his door.
"Come in," he said.
Dipper poked his head in and walked towards Matthew's bed.
"Hey, Matthew..." The boy bit his lip as if wondering what to say and how.
"About...Angel..."
Matthew tensed under the covers and Dipper noticed.
"If you want to be left alone..."
"No, Dipper. If you know something about the creep who sent the poem, I need you to tell me," Matthew said as Dipper moved to leave.
"Well," Dipper said slowly. "You remember when I got knocked out by Mabel's Smile Dip Punch?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well, I had a dream...or-or vision; Damion was mad at Bill for allowing us to save Grunkle Stan, and he sent him to the Angel person," Dipper said before frowning worriedly at his brother.
"Bill freaked out so much and kept begging Damion not to send him...but he did."
Matthew sat up in the bed, the blanket falling from his chest and sliding to his hips. "And you're sure it wasn't just a dream?"
Dipper shook his head firmly. "It was a vision or something! I know it wasn't just a nightmare!"
The boy sat on his brother's bed and frowned. "I'm worried about the Angel person. I mean how horrifying could they be to make Bill Cipher, out of everyone we know, to beg for mercy? And judging by the poem, they know a lot about you."
Matthew put a hand on Dipper's shoulder. "We shouldn't be too scared."
"But..."
"Look, it's going to take more than a creepy poem to scare me."
"Well, how about...two?"
Matthew furrowed his brow. "Two?"
"This is the other thing I wanted to tell you. I found it on my night table." Dipper opened up a crumpled piece of paper and showed it to Matthew.
History will repeat,
It's just destiny.
The closer that you look,
You'll see redemption's a cruel joke.
-Angel
"Two...does change things..." Matthew murmured.
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"It was the creepiest dream ever! And you know what?! I am never, ever, eating pizza again! Pretty sure that's how I got the nightmare, that left over pizza was awful!" Stan ranted to Ford later that day.
The sun was only now starting to come up and Ford stifled a few yawns in the process of driving. He gave his twin a tiny smile. "I'm just glad you're alright."
"Yeah, so am-WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Stanley what's-?"
Stan leaned to the side, pressing his foot over Ford's and hitting the breaks.
Ford yelled pitching forward before glaring at his brother. "Stanley, what on Earth is wrong with you?"
Stan ignored him and threw the car door open, running out. Only once Ford had too, gotten out did he see what ailed the con-man.
In front of the half-ruined shack was a recking ball and a few construction builders.
"Whoa! Okay, what is this?!" Stan snapped at the guys working.
"Oh! Mr. Pines!" Arnold Evergreen grinned and walked towards the Stan twins with a shark like grin. "Glad to meet you at last! The name's Arnold Evergreen, my uncle Stratus has said much about you!"
"You! You and your meddling family!" Stan barked lunging at Arnold's neck only to be held back by Ford.
"What's going on here?" Ford asked, still keeping his brother at bay.
"I brought the Shack's condition to the mayor Befufflefumpter's attention, and so, by order of him, the Mystery Shack is being demolished and rebuilt," Arnold drawled.
"But why?" Ford demanded with a furrowed brow.
"The supports are all rotted, mould in the attic, poor, foundation," a near by worker listed, looking at his clipboard. "The basement and the floors are okay but the rest of this place isn't safe."
Ford's chest seized when a thought came to him.
His lab, his research...
The portal! He hadn't disassembled it yet, if they were to somehow activate it...
"But you can't!" Ford cried.
"Yeah, what he said!" Stan echoed. "I have a business to run!"
"Well it won't be here," Arnold smiled.
"But the floors and the basement are alright," Ford continued desperately. "You can rebuild it and..."
"Nope, I'm afraid the Shack is mine," Arnold grinned, holding up the deed to the shack.
"You...YOU!" Stan went for another lunge and once more Ford had to stop him, but the longer Arnold spoke the faster the scientist's approval of him dropped.
"That's right, it's mine, quite easy to find after the rocket ship."
"Rocket ship-?"
"Luckily for you, I have a solution!" Arnold continued, cutting Stan off and pocketing the deed. "With your family's sufficient funds, I've managed to find a lovely house full of character! A perfect theme for your Mystery Shack."
Stan was still frowning but a lot less homicidal looking. "I'm listening."
"Have you heard of...Harrison Manor?"
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Stan and Ford hadn't returned yet so Matthew had to walk to Wendy's house to take her to het appointment. He felt bad not being able to drive his pregnant girlfriend but she boldly stated "I'm pregnant, not handicapped."
Wendy had her blood checked and her breathing checked before the nurse checked on the baby.
Or, much to the woman's surprise, babies.
"The other twin must've been blocking the other one before..." The nurse muttered using an ultra sound on Wendy.
Matthew by her side with a quirked eyebrow.
"So Allison was right?"
"I guess," Wendy frowned. "Two babies definitely changes things. How'd the baby get blocked anyway?"
"The same thing happened with Dipper and Mabel," Matthew told her. "Mom and Dad were only expecting Dipper but he was covering Mabel in the ultra sound. They were pretty surprised when Mabel cane out first."
"Do you want to see the gender of this one too?" The nurse asked.
Wendy looked up at her boyfriend. "Should we?"
Matthew frowned in thought before saying, "I think we should let this one be a surprise."
Wendy nodded in agreement.
"They're a lot bigger than I predicted," The nurse said.
"Might be born earlier than I thought," Matthew said.
"Well we're already prepared, right?" Wendy said.
Matthew helped his girlfriend up gently, thanking the nurse who nodded with a smile.
As the two left the room, Matthew stopped.
"Matt?"
"Hey, Wendy do you think I can visit my folks real quick?" He asked her.
Wendy nodded. "Yeah of course you can, do you want to go alone or...?"
"You can come."
The couple walked into the room belonging to the two comatose parents.
It had been the first time seeing them since the accident, Matthew couldn't bare to see them after hand; he still blamed himself.
He still wished he hadn't.
Ellie Pines's face was marred with scars and bruises, her eye purple. Emmet was in similar condition.
Matthew didn't know he was crying 'till he felt the tear fall on to his cheek.
He walked over, brushing his Mother's hand gently. "Mom...Dad..."
He closed his eyes, remembering his first birthday, the day they first met, the happy days at the park...
Wendy gently wrapped an arm around Matthew, pulling him into a one armed hug, his face on her shoulder, sobbing softly.
"They were the first-first people I cared about," he whispered. "N-now I might loose them."
"It's going to be okay," Wendy said quietly.
"Mr. Pines?" A doctor walked in, pushing a trolley with a vase of pine needles. The two turned to look at the vase.
"Who's that from?" Wendy asked as Matthew straightened himself up, quickly wiping away his tears.
"Not sure," the doctor said. "There's a card, not to worry, I didn't read it."
"Thanks," Wendy said as the man nodded and left.
Matthew squinted at the plant choice. Why pine needles? Why not roses or heck, tulips?
There was a card neatly tucked into the bouquet, Matthew took it up and read it with a furrowed brow.
I like chopping down trees.
-Angel
"Who the heck is that?" Wendy hissed glaring at the sentence.
"This is the third thing they sent me," Matthew scowled, crumpling up the paper.
Matthew looked once more at his parents before letting out a shuddering breath. "Let's just go."
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"Here, does this fit you?" Pacifica held up a suit and put it in front of Dipper, scrutinized it, before shaking her head and taking out another one.
"What's all this about again?" Dipper asked.
"Our annual party," Pacifica explained, taking up another suit. "It's in three days and you have to look your best."
"What's wrong with my outfit?" Dipper asked with tiny frown.
Pacifica sighed deeply. "Dipper, would you wear this if you were being visited by the Queen of England?"
"No but..."
"Then you shouldn't wear it at a Northwest party! We're as good as royalty," Pacifica said sliding the suit off its hanger. "Here, try it on."
Just then, the window flew open.
"Ugh, I told Jordan to fix that latch!" Pacifica stormed towards the window and attempted to close it.
That's when Dipper had the feeling someone was behind him.
Dipper turned only to see an axe falling towards his face. He screamed and rolled to the side, the axe splintering the wood.
"Dipper what-?" Pacifica, who had finally closed the window, spun around and screamed.
Jumping on top the bed and spinning around, Dipper could get a better look at his attacker.
The person; presumably a woman's eyes were hidden with a glittery eye-mask, though her bright pink glossy lips were showing, formed into a grin, her blonde hair held up with a pale pink bow. And she was wearing a white pouf dress, complete with pink wedge heels.
The assaulter swung again, Dipper jumping off Pacifica's bed and dragging the girl out of the room.
"Who is that?!" Pacifica demanded as they ran down the long hallway.
"I don't know but-duck!"
Dipper tackled Pacifica to the ground as the axe went flying, lodging itself in the wall.
The duo rolled to the side towards another hallway and scrambling to their feet.
"There's a secret hallway nearby!" Pacifica panted as she ran faster. "There, behind that tapestry!"
Dipper and Pacifica jumped into a dark tapestry, pressing their backs to the wall inside the much narrower hallway.
The silent assailant walked towards it, her shadow appearing momentarily.
The two held their breaths...
And she walked off.
Pacifica and Dipper breathed out a sigh of relief, Dipper pushing back the tapestry and looking both ways.
"She's gone," Dipper mumbled.
"A-are you sure?" Pacifica mumbled, moving in next to the boy.
Dipper nodded, walking out and stepping on a piece of paper.
Dipper squinted at it, picking it up and frowning.
"What is it?" The blonde asked.
"It's some sort of...wheel."
Unknown to Dipper it was the Cipher Wheel, a Pine Tree crossed out and a Shooting Star circled.
AN: Next Chapter: Will be longer and be another canon-not-canon chapter!
So, I was hoping to add more, but I was busy this weekend so...yeah. I'll just edit the story tomorrow since it's Saturday!
And before you guys say "How does one twin block the other?!" I will tell you that can happen. It happened to someone I know, she ended up having a twin brother but he wasn't planned.
In fact, it happened with the Stan Twins! (Code at the end of Tale of Two Stans)
Also, updates will be slower because I'm not exactly proud of the S3 chapters, I don't want that to be the case with future ones so I'll work harder on them and make them better!
Fantasy Fan OUT!