AN: I'm one week late I know! It was my grandma's B-Day, you understand, right?
Anywho, I just wanted to announce that next year or so, I'll be doing a re-write of LtL! Not an AU spin off (Like SQHA or AAWH) an actual rewrite, with better pacing, character development, etc. So if any of you are artists, do tell! I'm going to post it in Watt-pad and Gravity Falls amino where I can put accompaniment pictures, so if your are we can chat through Gravity Falls amino or PM.
I'm also having a fanfic to introduce my self insert OC in January! So look forward to that!
This chapter includes; ship sailing, ship pending, one pop culture reference, and Twilight bashing (I don't hate it, so if you like it, know that I kinda do to an extant too! I just like poking fun at it because everyone else does. Lol)
Okay, Read away!
Chapter Fifty-Nine: We're "Friends"
"Ah, ha! Yes! YES!" Blendin screamed happily as he dashed towards the waiting Matthew.
"Be carful!" The Blonde Policeman said. "He's from the past; he may have muskets at his disposal!"
"Or slap bracelets!" His friend countered.
"Or the Twilight Sega!" The blonde one said.
"You win," the dark skinned one proclaimed.
"No guns, no slap bracelets, no crappy YA novels. Just me," Matthew said with his hands up.
"Lovely!" Blendin said, rubbing his hands together as the guards handcuffed the blonde.
"Prepare for..." Blendin raised his hands. "...GLOBNAAAAAAAAAAAA—"
Just then, a mute symbol appeared over his mouth.
"Turns out I can mute him!" One of the men said.
"Wish we had known that sooner," the other muttered as Blendin gritted his teeth in frustration.
Matthew was grabbed roughly by the arm before one of the men pulled their tape and the foursome were teleported into the future.
The sound from the crowd was enormous, it was full of yells and cheers.
The ground then rumbled underneath them, and there, in all his giant glory was Time Baby.
"SILENCE!" He boomed, raising his arms.
Someone let out a shriek from the audience.
Time Baby scowled, glaring at the disturbance. Lasers shot out of his eyes and the screaming stopped.
Matthew didn't want to know what had happened to him.
"Welcome Globnar tributes! I have a very important nap to get to so let's make this quick. You each have a chance to settle your time-feud through gladiatorial combat!" He gestured to the inside of the stadium.
A bunch of holographic weapons appeared.
"Does it have to be pink?" Matthew demanded.
"HOW DARE YOU?" Time Baby roared, scowling at Matthew. "PINK IS—wait, that voice..."
His eyes widened. "And that golden eye!"
Matthew blinked twice, feeling around his left eye before paling.
He forgot to put back on his eyepatch.
"There is no mistaking it!" Time Baby continued, turning back to Blendin. "Time Bless your soul, Blendin! You're going against the notorious BILL CIPHER!"
The audience gasped loudly.
Blendin broke out in sweat while the two guards quickly stumbled backwards.
"B-B-B-Bill Cipher? N-n-no!" Blendin paced. "I-I can't fight Bill Cipher!"
"Too late you sad, sad, idiot, you initiated Globnar, you need to go through this till the end!" Time Baby said.
"B-but Time Baby!" Blendin wailed. "This is Bill Cipher! He'll destroy us all with his powers!"
Matthew felt his lips twitch as an idea struck him.
"Yeah, that's right!" Matthew yelled. "You're all going down!"
"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Someone shrieked. The rest of the audience did the same while Blendin curled into a fetal position and sobbed pitifully.
"But..." Matthew said slowly. "If you give me a special little something...I'll spare you."
"And that would be what?" Time Baby asked. Through his calm exterior, Matthew could see how frightened he was. Matthew's smirk broadened.
"A Time Wish, just one little Time Wish, And I'll be on my way," Matthew said looking directly at the giant lord of Time.
Time Baby squinted. "You can do far more damage with a Time Wish!"
"True, true...But it's not for me," Matthew smiled.
There were a few murmurs.
"Bill Cipher being selfless?"
"No way! It's a trick!"
"I'll prove that my intentions are good," Matthew said. "You can add helping out Blendin Blandin on top of that."
Blendin looked up from his pathetic position. "Huh? Me?"
"Give him back his job...and give him some hair, he looks like Lex Luther," Matthew said, then turned back to Time Baby. "That and the Time Wish And I'll be on my way."
Time Baby rubbed his chin. "A rather peculiar request coming from Bill Cipher. I don't know what you're up to, Demon, but I shall abide to your deal."
Time Baby raised his hands, a giant golden orb appearing with symbol of an hour glass.
Seconds after, a giant moustache appeared atop Blendin's smooth head, a badge fading on to his shirt.
"I got my job back!" Blendin shrieked. "Thank you Lord Cipher!" The short man held his hands out, running towards the handcuffed blonde.
Matthew glared down at him. "I made no promise to keep you alive."
Blendin blanched and lowered his arms.
"This Time Wish..." Time Baby said. "To whom does it belong to?"
The memory of his grave stone flashed in his mind.
Matthew shook his head, no, he wasn't Bill; he wouldn't use the Wish for himself.
"Wendy Corduroy," Matthew said firmly. "21st Century."
Gingerly, one of the guards took Matthew's hand.
"I'm coming!" Blendin shrieked happily. "I'm a Time Officer now!"
Before the man could object, Blendin took hold of Matthew's other arm and the three teleported into the past.
Wendy was on her bed watching cheesy movies at the time, usually she did it with Matthew and/or Dipper, but he appeared to busy and Matthew...ah...well.
The red-head reached for her can of Pitt Cola, accidentally knocking it over.
She yelped, trying to grab the can, only for it to hover in midair.
She furrowed her brow. Looking around, the room had become grey scalded.
"What the—?"
There was a flash of light and Matthew appeared, followed by a chubby man and a blonde one.
"Matthew?" Wendy turned to her ex before furrowing her brow. "What are you doing here? What is this?"
"Ms. Corduroy, you have been—" the blonde policeman began but was cut off by Blendin. "Oh, please, please, Lolph! Let me handle this!"
Lolph glared at Blendin but said nothing.
"Ms. Corduroy, you have been granted a precious Time Wish by Matthew Emmett Pines 21st Century!" Blendin said.
"A Time What?" Wendy repeated as Lolph pressed his watch, the Time Wish appearing.
"You can wish for anything without any awful changes happening to the timeline," Matthew explained. "You—you can wish your mother back."
Wendy's eyes widened, turning from Matthew to the orb.
"I can wish her back to life?"
"You can wish that the accident never happened," Matthew said. "She'd be alive with no memory of her death."
Wendy got up instantly, stepping near the orb. "All you have to do, is touch it and make your wish," Lolph said.
The teen pressed her hand on the orb, a bright golden glow illuminating the room.
A second later, the orb exploded, the grey scale world had dispersed.
"It is done," Lolph said. "Come on, Blendin."
"Yes partner!"
"I'm not your partner."
"S-sorry."
There was a blue flash of light and the duo were gone.
"So now what?" Wendy said rushing through her words. "Is she here?"
Matthew smiled and gestured out the door. "See for yourself."
Wendy sucked in a sharp breath, dashing out of her room and skipping the stairs two at a time.
"Mom?" She called loudly. "Mom?!"
She was met without answer.
Wendy spun around to look at Matthew who had followed her, glaring.
"If this is a joke—"
"It better not be a joke," Matthew frowned. "Otherwise I'll make do with my threat to destroy 3012..."
There was the sound of laughter from the backyard, Wendy turned from Matthew to the front door and dashed out.
Matthew followed her out and could immediately see the difference, the once barren outdoors was filled with rose bushes.
In the centre of the garden, was a woman; her head bowed as she sketched a particular flower. A butterfly landed on her head and she looked up, grinning as it flew away, laughing lightly again.
"Mom?" Wendy squeaked.
Alexandra Corduroy turned and smiled at her daughter. "Hello, Wendy! Oh, and Matthew too! I was just finishing up my newest—"
Her voice was cut off as Wendy sprinted across the yard, tackling her mother in a hug.
"Oh, oh! Watch the babies, watch the babies," she said feeling Wendy's womb and smiling, she looked up, getting a better view of the girl's face and her smile faded.
"What's gotten in to you dear? Why are you crying?" Alex lifted a gentle hand to Wendy's tear stained cheek.
"I just missed you, that's all," Wendy smiled, hugging her Mother again.
Alex was beyond confused but hugged her daughter back anyway.
Wendy blinked twice against her Mother's neck, clearing away the tears. Matthew did this for her, he got her the Time Wish, he brought her mom back.
Wendy pulled away, grinning wildly. "Matthew thank—!"
Her grin dropped.
Matthew was gone.
"...you."
…M-A-B-E-L…
Pacifica ate chocolate covered biscuits in silence at the edge of the dance floor waiting for Dipper. Guilt swam in the pit of her stomach but she quickly pushed it out, she didn't really do anything wrong, did she?
No, no she didn't, but she still felt guilty.
Not telling wasn't lying per say, was it? It was just—omitting!
She looked up as a voice yelled, "NORTHWESTS!"
From where she stood, the blonde could see the angry expression on Dipper's face. Following behind him was the now non-wooden Ford with a troubled expression.
She bit her lip, hiking up her dress hem and dashing towards him. "Dipper?"
Preston and Priscilla walked towards the two. "Mr. Pines...s?" Priscilla asked. "What's the—?"
"You lied!" Dipper yelled. "All of you!"
"I don't understand," Preston said easing up an eyebrow.
"The Ghost told me everything," Ford explained. "Though he still turned me to wood...anyway, that isn't the point, I told Dipper the story of how he died and well...yeah."
"All you had to do was open the gates and the ghost would've left!" Dipper snapped.
He then turned to Pacifica. "You lied to me too!"
Pacifica opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Her silence only strengthened Dipper's accusation, his face contorted to one of pure hurt.
Pacifica felt like barfing out her guilt.
"I thought we were friends," he said with clenched fists.
"We are!" Pacifica blurted out. "I-I wanted to tell you! I swear I did, but—!"
Preston scowled, ringing his little bell.
Pacifica bowed her head and backed away.
"Friends don't lie to each other! You were never a good person, you're just another link in the world's worst chain!" Dipper spat. He spun on his heel and stormed off.
Pacifica's lips trembled and she walked off in the opposite direction, weaving through the dancers who were looking on curiously.
When the first tear slid down her cheek she walked faster, her chest heaving up in down as a sob found its way up her throat.
She didn't know where she was going, and quite honestly she didn't care. She had just ruined she and Dipper's friendship and for what? Her dumb parents?
She pushed open a tapestry, looking up she saw the hole; she realized it was where she and Dipper had fallen earlier.
On the ground nearby was his forgotten flashlight.
Pacifica smiled weakly, picking up the object and rubbing the engraved PROPERTY OF DP at the side of it.
"I'm sorry, Dipper," she whispered. Closing her eyes, she clicked it on and off, on and off, gaining a soothing rhythm.
When she opened her eyes, the light was shining through the blanket covering of a painting.
Curious, Pacifica got up, pushing back the blanket and gasping at what she saw, one of her ancestors stealing money from the people.
She staggered backwards reaching for another painting and choking in horror when she saw another picture of an ancestor making a deal with an Indian, though his fingers were crossed behind his back, a wicked grin on his face.
She slumped back to the floor, going back to clicking her flashlight on and off, Dipper's voice ringing in her head.
She really was another link in the world's worst chain, wasn't she?
"Pacifica!"
Geez, she was missing Dipper so much she was hearing his voice.
"Pacifica!"
She felt the presence of another body plop beside her. "Okay, so, the ghost escaped, and turned everyone to wood...and—and he started rhyming for some reason—hey are you OK?"
"No," Pacifica said, looking up sharply, billowing with frustration. "I'm not okay! You know why this place was covered? Because in here is a painted record of all the rotten things my family has done!"
"Why is there a painted record of that?" Dipper mused.
"I don't know, plot convenience! Does it matter?! It just proves you're right!" Pacifica's shoulders slumped sadly as she shined the flashlight beam on herself. "I really am another link in the world's worst chain."
Silence.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I said—all of it, friends do bad things to each other sometimes," Dipper put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I was just—hurt."
"I'm sorry, too," Pacifica whispered. "I should've told you."
"I forgive you," Dipper reassured her, a smile spreading across his face. "You forgive me?"
Pacifica locked eyes with the brunette. Dipper then cried out in surprise when she pressed her lips against his.
The flashlight clattered, it's beam shining on the duo, their silhouettes shown on the tapestry. Dipper's lips where parted in surprise when she pulled back. "Pacifica..."
"I forgive you," Pacifica said with lidded eyes.
"Wow..." Dipper whispered, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "WOW."
"Was that your first kiss?" She whispered, getting off the boy.
"Pretty much," Dipper mumbled, still star struck. "Yours?"
Pacifica nodded.
"IT'S TOO LATE; YOU ARE ALL WOOD!" The Ghost boomed.
"Aw man, forgot he was here," Dipper mumbled.
"Come on," Pacifica stood up. "Let's kick some ghostly butt."
"Let's," Dipper agreed with a smile, the two dashing out of the room and towards the ballroom, both of them gasping at the room now all full of tree branches.
"Stop!" Pacifica exclaimed hiking up the hem of her dress and running in front of the Ghost. "I'll open the gates! Just change everyone back!"
"Really? Prove it, girl! Fulfill your ancestors promise!" The Ghost demanded.
Pacifica walked towards the level, breathing heavily as she grabbed it.
"Pacifica Elise Northwest! Stop this!" Preston exclaimed pushing up the floor nearby.
"Don't listen to him!" Dipper said. "Pull It, Pacifica!"
"You'll listen to a boy over your own father?!" Preston snapped.
"That Boy is my Friend!" Pacifica yelled. If one thing was for certain, she wasn't choosing her parents over him again.
With a flourish, Pacifica pulled the lever.
The Ghost and the Northwests gasped as the noise of tons of people filled the air.
"Yes..." The Ghost said. "YES!" It's happening!
…M-A-B-E-L…
Matthew ran as fast as he could towards the Manor, only to be cut off by a bunch of cheering people running in.
"Well, looks like Dipper's got it covered," Matthew smiled proudly. He was worried that things wouldn't go as smoothly as it did in the previous timeline, but apparently it did.
"Matthew, sweetie! What a surprise!" Penelope's voice sounded.
Matthew cringed and turned to the raven haired succubus, a smile on her lips. "Going in?"
"Yes? No? Maybe so?" Matthew shrugged.
"You can dance with me," Penelope said taking Matthew's arm before he could protest and dragging him inside the ballroom.
It was full of laughter chatter and a shrieking Preston; Matthew's type of party.
Penelope forced Matthew into a dance, once more ruining his thoughts.
"So Matthew..." Penelope said, her voice lowered as she said. "Bill says you used a time-wish to bring back the Corduroy Woman."
Matthew staggered slightly in his dance but regained his footing. "How would he know that?"
"He's been keeping an eye on you, he was there when you made the wish; he knows," Penelope smiled. "I'm just very worried about you."
Penelope sounded as worried as a cardboard box, he didn't say so, though.
"You know the risks of bringing back the dead—no matter the means." Matthew twirled Penelope before she continued once more. "A life for a life, remember? The world has to even itself out."
Matthew swallowed thickly.
"What if," Penelope continued, "The universe decided to kill off your little brother to even out the balance, or your sister? Your Mother, your father, your uncles, your friends..." Penelope leaned forward and whispered, "...You?"
Once more, Matthew's future grave stone flashed before his eyes.
"Let's not worry about that, shall we?" Matthew said tensely.
The demoness, grinned lightly. "Of course..."
…M-A-B-E-L…
AN: As you can probably tell by the make out scene, Dipcifica is my OTP. :3
YES! I have finally sailed it! After forty something chapters the ship has sailed!
Also the anagram from two chapters back was "Matthew's Death" hue, hue...
Here's another!
"Year Axolotls pail"
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Okay, buh-bye!
Fantasy Fan OUT!