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Now, as you may know, I haven't been using italics lately, I miss it, so I'm using them again!

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Northwest Beldin's Manor Game Mystery

The water covered his face and Matthew felt a surge of panic.

He shot his head up from the water and coughed up the liquid.

"Aww! You were so close that time!" Reagan said. "We can try again!"

Matthew brushed is soaking bangs from his face and looked up, gauging the time. The sun had somewhat set so perhaps...seven-ish?

"I have to go," Matthew said walking to the lake bank.

"You're going home like that? You're all wet!" Reagan said pulling herself out of the water.

"It's fine, I'll be OK," Matthew said distractedly, his brain teasing him of Wendy as he put his shirt back on.

"You can come home with me to dry up!"

"Can't."

"Why not? I mean..."

As Reagan continued to talk, Matthew lit his palms with flames warming the denim of his jeans and causing him to sigh in delight at the warmth.

Which then got him thinking about Wendy again, and how warm she had been, her kind laugh...her amazing smile, her loving arms...

"...Like, I know you're extraordinary but even extraordinary people can get colds, right?"

Matthew blinked out of his daze and turned to Reagan "Yeah, sure, Wendy."

Reagan furrowed her brow. "It's Reagan."

Matthew cringed. "Sorry."

The teen then walked briskly to avoid saying seeing or feeling something else that reminded him of his ex.

He needed to stop thinking about Wendy...but he knew he couldn't. He missed her too much.

Matthew closed his eyes and sighed. "I'd do anything to get you back, Wen," he whispered.

When he opened them, he was in a very different area; the forest was gone, replaced with a white blank room.

"What the—?" Matthew as cut off by a pair of hands grabbing him and twisting his arms behind his back.

He grunted in pain, squirming under his assulter's grip.

"You cannot Escape, Matthew Pines," his attacker said in a deep voice.

Matthew's head turned to glare at his opponent. "Like hell I—!"

Time Police. And there were two of them, but why—?

Matthew's shoulders slumped. "Shit..."

"What's this?! You finally resign yourself to your fate?!" A loud and obnoxious voice crowed.

Matthew scowled. "Hello, Blendin."

Blendin Blandin tapped his cloaking device and furrowed his brow. "How'd you know it was me?"

"You have the most annoying voice in the Multiverse!" Matthew snapped. "Your level of annoyance surpasses Bill Cipher!"

"What?! No it doesn't!" Blendin shrieked.

"The kid has a point," The dark skinned Time Policeman said.

"Yeah, even Bill doesn't make me this upset," his blonde friend agreed.

"TRAITORS!" Blendin screamed, pointing angrily at the Time Policemen.

"We were never on your side in the first place," The blonde one grumbled. His friend snickered.

Blendin glared at Matthew who was busy choking on laughter.

"So, Matthew..." Blendin walked towards the teen and circled him. "Where's your sidekicks? Where's your leader, Waddles?"

"They're at a Party..." Matthew tensed.

The Party. One Hundred Fifty Years.

The Ghost...

How could he have forgotten?!

"No, no, no, no," Matthew began to squirm once more. "Let me go! My siblings—!"

"I don't think so, Pines!" Blendin snapped, crossing his arms. "The only way you'll see your family again is if you survive—." Blendin spun in a flourish, the back of the white room opened to reveal a futuristic arena. "—GLOBNAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm not playing your game, Blendin!" Matthew said sharply, slamming the back of his head on the Blonde Police man's nose; the one that was holding him.

The man screamed and staggered backward, letting go of Matthew and clutching his nose, the other man lunged for the teen, only to be punched in the face with a flaming fist.

"What? No, no, no! You idiots! Grab him!" Blendin cried running after Matthew as the demon snatched a Time Traveller's Tape from one of the men.

Quickly he pulled the tape forwards, hitting the back button and going backwards threw space and time in a flash of blue light.

The blonde blinked his eyes as he readjusted to the bright sun, quickly hiding behind an evergreen tree when another flash of blue could be seen.

"The coordinates lead us here," one of the Time Policemen said.

"Well, where is he?! Find him!" Blendin cried.

"He can't have gone far—."

"Just find him!" Blendin snapped.

Matthew obviously wasn't in the right time, it was too bright outside when back in July 2012 it was evening.

He quickly pulled the tape, squinting at the days and years. But he couldn't go back if he didn't know when he was, could he?

Matthew gave a frustrated sigh

"You know what? I'm just going to stutter until—WHAT THE TIME HECK?!"

Matthew looked up just in time to see a car zooming threw the grass, maniacal laughter coming from the drivers' seat.

Matthew's heart skipped a beat when he saw who was driving; a red headed woman.

Wendy's Mother, but her eyes weren't the same forest green like her daughter's, they were a soulless gold.

Bill.

With one last cackle, as people screamed and ran out of the way, the car zoomed off the lake bank and into the water.

At that moment, Alex Corduroy began to scream; obviously Bill had relinquished his hold on his newest puppet so she can feel and experience herself drowning.

The car continued to sink, Alex pounding on the window, screaming for help. The people were scared though. Scared of her previous maniac trip.

Matthew's breathing became heavy as he watched, frozen as the woman Wendy had loved and admired the most, met her end.

Stop. Don't look. Just stop looking...

It was 2001, Wendy's ninth birthday, it was the day Bill—no he—killed Alexandra Corduroy, it was supposed to be a cruel joke to the little young Ice Bag.

Except it wasn't funny anymore.

"What in Time's name?! Was that Bill Cipher?!" Blendin screamed at the two Policemen who were just as horrified as he was.

Matthew fumbled with the tape, calculating the years back to to 2012 before he gave the tape a sharp tug. This time with shaking hands, he pressed the forward button.

…M-A-B-E-L…

To say Dipper felt out of place was an understatement. Even in his suit and rich status he felt utterly like a black sheep.

So he stayed near the snack table, eating...whatever it was he was holding.

Mabel, Candy, and Grenda chatted loudly over marshmallows. But even from here, Dipper could see how forced his sister's smile was.

Then there was Stan, who was talking with a bunch of rich people. "I swear, every single one of these losers are idiots! Gravity Falls is home to the stupidest people ever!" He said. The people broke into annoying snooty laughter.

"You're not enjoying yourself?"

Dipper jumped lightly and turned to Pacifica, her head titled to the side.

"It's not that it's just..."

"You're worried about someone."

"Yeah," Dipper rose an eyebrow. "How'd you know?"

"You've been here staring at your sister and your uncle for a half-hour," Pacifica said.

Dipper looked around to check if anyone was eavesdropping before walking closer to Pacifica "Can...you keep a secret?"

Pacifica looked confused, but nodded anyway.

"So, I got a letter, it said that I should watch out for Mabel, Grunkle Stan and Matthew."

"Who was it from?"

"It was anonymous."

Pacifica frowned and took up a chocolate biscuit, munching on it slowly. "What if it was from the triangle creep? What's his name...Bill?"

Dipper matched Pacifica's frown. He hadn't thought of that...

"But what reason would Bill have to warn me?" Dipper asked.

"Who knows? Phsycos are always unpredictable," Pacifica said matter-of-factly, pointing her snack at Dipper before popping the rest in her mouth.

Dipper then winced and turned back to the blonde. "Hey, can you get me to a bathroom or...?"

"You've been living here for like, over a week," Pacifica scolded.

"Your house is huge! Matthew or your butler had to lead me all the time."

"Follow me," she said with and eye-roll, walking up the stairs, with Dipper in tow.

After waking through a multitude of hallways, Pacifica pointer to a door. "In there."

"Thanks." Dipper hurriedly entered.

Pacifica crossed her arms, waiting for him, maybe she could dancing with him later..

She smiled wistfully when she saw a door creak open.

She frowned. Curious, she tentatively walked over, opening the door and coming face to face with a wooden Ford, his face stuck in an expression of horror.

Her gloved hands covered her mouth, her eyes wide as her breathing increased.

Stepping backwards slowly, she felt a crackling of energy.

The girl spun around, coming face to face with the most horrifying monstrosity she had ever seen.

"Why! Hello there Northwest!" The Ghost leered.

Pacifica let out a loud shriek before running down the hallway, dodging blasts of light.

The Ghost cackled, raising his axe and slamming it down. Pacifica attempted to dodge, only for her to trip on her dress.

"I GOT YOU NOW, YOU—ARGH WHAT?!"

Pacifica had thrown her compact mirror on the floor, the powder from the blush masking her escape as she ran behind a tapestry.

She felt her way forwards, trying to slow her pounding heart.

Then she crashed into someone...or something (she was hoping it was someone).

She fell on her back, squinting in the darkness, just making out a familiar silhouette.

"Dipper? How—?"

"NORTHWEST!"

"No time! Come on!" Dipper yelled, grabbing Pacifica's arm and tugging her to her feet.

She staggered into him but regained her footing and ran as fast as she could in her heels out the other end of the tapestry.

"How do we get rid of that thing?!"

"I don't know! I don't have my journal!"

The duo ran down a set of spiraling stairs, The Ghost in hot pursuit, Shooting brand of light.

"You don't remember anything about exorcism?!"

"I'm thinking!"

The Ghost growled. "STOP RUNNING!" He slammed his axe at the two. Dipper and Pacifica barely ducking as the axe swung over them, hitting the opposite wall.

"Think faster!"

"You can't rush thinking!"

The two left the stairs and entered another hallway.

Dipper's chest was heaving, his legs burned and his cheeks red. He didn't know how much longer he could—

"Dipper!"

The Ghost raised his axe once more. Dipper and Pacifica jumped to the side, just as the axe splintered a large hole in the ground, the two staggering and falling through.

A chorus of shrieks echoes threw the air before both children fell with a grunt in a room full of paintings.

"You Okay?" Pacifica asked.

"Fine...I think." Dipper moved to get up, only to knock over a pile of silverware.

"That's it!" Dipper said snapping his fingers. "A silver mirror!"

A second later, the ghost floated through the walls in a flourish. "No more running, children," he said with a laugh.

Pacifica snatched the nearby silver plater and pointed it at the Ghost who screamed in surprise.

A blast of light shot both children out of nearby window, they tumbled into a curtain and down into the courtyard before they just lay there.

"Did we do it?" Dipper panted.

Pacifica held up the plater and smirked.

"LET ME OUT!" The Ghost roared pounding on the silver.

"How about...no?" Pacifica asked. Both her and Dipper laughed before embracing tightly.

"We did it!" She laughed.

"Yeah," Dipper laughed breathlessly before pulling away.

They locked eyes for a mere moment, just smiling goofily before someone cleared their throat loudly.

Pacifica jumped and spun around. "Father!" She blurted out.

"What's going on here?" Preston demanded. "I find Mr. Pines looking all loopy and now you two are what? Having some alone time?"

Both Dipper and Pacifica blushed. "A-actually, um, Dipper helped me catch a ghost."

Dipper rubbed the back of his head. "Hey, you caught it."

"And you remembered the silver mirror," Pacifica smiled.

"It's gone?!" Preston asked, delight written all over his face.

Dipper nodded. "Yes sir." He showed him the plater while the Ghost bellowed in rage.

"Magnificent!" Preston cheered. "Thank you my boy!"

"You're welcome, Sir. I'll get Journal 3 from my uncle and exorcise this thing!"

Pacifica watched with a light smile as Dipper walked off with a spring in his step.

…M-A-B-E-L…

Matthew collapsed against the damp earth, letting out a choked breath. Alex's screams filling his brain, guilt tugged at his gut as he hugged himself, leaning against something hard and fuzzy.

"I'm sorry..." he whisoered. to the woman he just re-saw himself killing. "I'm sorry!"

He couldn't beam Wendy for hating him. If someone had killed his mother, he wouldn't date them.

"I'm sorry," he whispered once more. Thunder cracked and rain soaked his body.

Opening his eyes, Matthew realized he was lying against...Mabel's shooting star sweater?

He got in his shaking knees, surveying the area. He was in a graveyard.

Where—When was he? He looked at a nearby grave, next to the one covered in Mabel's sweater, which was labeled DERRIK ROSE 1980-2013.

2013, he had gone one year into the future.

He turned back to the sweater grave she took a better look at it. It was surrounded by a multitude of flowers, mostly yellow roses. On top of the grave was Dipper's hat, on the bottom was Stan's Fez, Ford's gun, and a wedding ring. There were also other things but by then Matthew had inhaled sharply.

Whose grave was this?

He pushed up Mabel's sweater, Dipper's hat falling off it. What Matthew saw next took his breath away.

MATTHEW PINES

LOVING AND BELOVED FAMILY MEMBER, FRIEND, AND HERO

1995-2013

"No..." he choked staggering backwards his palm pressing on a peice of paper.

With shaking hands he opened it, he saw signatures of probably everybody in Gravity Falls.

On the other side were the words: "We miss you."

Matthew slowly looked up at the grave, swallowing.

For the oddest reason something hit him, one of Angel's Poems:

History will repeat,

It's just destiny.

The closer that you look,

You'll see redemption's a cruel joke.

Redemption's a cruel joke...

A cruel joke.

Cruel joke.

Joke.

"No," Matthew gritted his teeth. "No!" He stood up sharply.

"Is this your idea of a joke?!" Matthew screamed at the sky, at the Axolotl at whatever he thought this was. "You weren't trying to make me better, were you?!" He continued. "You wanted to make me happy just so you can take it away again! All this time...you just wanted to crush me!"

The thunder crackled loud in the sky.

"Well, guess what?! This won't end the way you want it to!"

He heardvoices around the corner.

"It's definitely his voice!" Blendin said. "Once I have him, I'll get my time wish!"

Matthew's heart clenched. The time wish!

If he got that...maybe thing's didn't have to end this way!

Or...

Alexandra Corduroy lingered in his thoughts.

He felt a grin spread across his face. He could save her. Maybe he couldn't save himself but he could save Alex.

He could make Wendy happy.

Matthew spun around. "Yo! I'm over here!" He called.

…M-A-B-E-L…

AN: And End chapter!

To Answer Arylia Scry, Yes, Yes, And No!

But really though, this was fun to write :3

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