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Fistbump 2: Unspeakable (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 21283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
Author’s Note 1:
So here’s what’s going on:
Chapter 14 was the canon end of “Fistbump 2: Unspeakable”. I will be following that story up with more stories of Dipper and Mabel as they return to California after their reconciliation in Gravity Falls over the Christmas holidays. I hope you will enjoy them as I write them in the future.
So what is this epilogue? This is an optional ending that I wrote for the story of Fistbump 2: an ending that was fun to write, but is actually NOT a part of the story. It’s an unofficial bonus. Think of it as a “DVD Special” ending. Keep this in mind as you read it, as some will find the implications unpleasant.
After watching the kids’ bus pull away from the transit stop, Stan started driving back to the Mystery Shack. Every time he had to say goodbye to them, it seemed to get harder and harder. They were such good kids, and so much seemed to always be happening to them, he just wanted them to be safe and happy. He was still uncomfortable with accepting them being in love with each other, and more than a bit creeped out with what they did together, but he now knew that they truly belonged with and needed each other. They were no different in that respect than any other lovers.
He was alone again. With the Shack closed to tourists for the winter, Stan enjoyed the freedom of being able to lounge around in his boxers and undershirt, pretty much all the time. The only problem was the heat bills, but his comfort was worth it!
Late that evening, he remembered that now that the twins were gone, he could close off the attic again. No point in wasting heat, since no one would be up there again until next summer, if the twins returned again. He was looking forward to them coming back, as he climbed the stairs to make sure the attic was tidied up before readying the space for the rest of the winter.
Entering the main room, he was pleased that the kids had pulled everything off the mattresses already. The sheets had been stripped off the beds and deposited in a laundry basket by the door. He smiled as he thought how considerate they were, then his face slowly transformed to a grimace as he imagined what had happened on those sheets over the last several days. Yeah … better not look at these sheets too closely before washing them, he thought with a shiver.
After checking that the small window was securely closed, he turned to head back to the door when he stubbed his toe hard on the edge of a raised floorboard. “Ow! Son of a bitch!” he yelled, grabbing his sore foot while hopping on the other.
After the pain receded a bit, he knelt down to look at the offending plank. Weird, he thought, there are tiny holes where the nails are supposed to be. This board was pulled up! Then he noticed that two more boards beside it had similar missing nails.
Curious, he pried at the raised board, and all three boards, formed into an oddly-shaped panel, lifted out of the floor. They had been fastened together on the bottom with screws so that it functioned like a single piece. Beneath the panel was a cavity between the floor beams. A board had been fashioned to give the space a floor. It was a secret storage space that Stan knew nothing about!
It contained one item: a very thick book, with a heavy black binding and matching heavy front and back covers. Stan recognized it: he’d seen Dipper reading it at various times over the last summer, and a couple of times right around Christmas Day, when he had poked his head up to say it was time for dinner or whatnot. Dipper never brought the book downstairs. He now looked at the inscription on the front: there was a simple white cross and the words “Holy Bible” above it, printed in a clear bold font.
Stan was not a religious man, and he thought he knew Dipper. That’s a surprise, he mused. Never figured the kid to be a thumper like his parents! Then he shrugged his shoulders. Oh well, who am I to judge? I guess he hid it up here because he thought I’d tease him, or something. If he wants to keep it up here, fine by me!
As he started placing the book back into the floor, something caught his eye. There were slightly thicker pages in the book, so that they divided the book into different sections. Even a guy like Stan knew that a Bible had two sections: the Old Testament and the much smaller New Testament. But he could see that this Bible was divided into three, roughly equal-sized sections.
Stan opened the front cover of the book. He was shocked to see a black and white image of a six-fingered hand, with a large “1” in its middle. He quickly leafed through the book. It was a complete photocopy of Stanford’s journals. All three of them!
He silently cursed his great nephew. Leave it to Dipper to do something like this, thinking back to when the original journals had been destroyed. He must have somehow copied them shortly after Ford’s return his first summer here, after he learned I had the first two volumes. Probably wanted to have a backup, just in case. And covered it up by disguising it as a book he figured I’d never look at. Smart kid! Maybe too smart!
The journals were too dangerous, and Stan couldn’t let Dipper keep this secret copy. Carrying it down the stairs, he wondered if Dipper would even say anything when he returned next time and found it missing: he couldn’t very well complain that someone had taken something from him, when he wasn’t supposed to have it in the first place! He grinned wickedly as he wished he could be a fly on the wall and see Dipper’s face when he found the cavity in the floor empty.
He approached the Shack’s fireplace, which was roaring nicely. The copy of the journals would burn up quickly, and that would be that.
Just as he was about to toss it into the flames, he noticed one last detail about the book. A small bookmark was visible in the pages on the top edge. Unable to resist, he wanted to see what Dipper had been looking up, the last thing the kid would ever see in the cursed journals. The bookmark was placed near the end of the 2nd volume. He placed his finger on the spot and flipped the book open to the marked page.
His blood ran cold as he processed what he saw on the page. The implications were terrifying. For several moments he couldn’t move.
“Kid!” he finally spoke aloud in the empty house, his voice shaking. “What the hell did you do?”
Dipper opened his eyes, a small cramp in his leg from his awkward position on the bus seats rousing him from sleep. He smiled as he saw that Mabel was still dozing, her head comfortable on his shoulder, so light, almost weightless.
But … why does she look so pale? And … why is everything on the bus… in black and white?
The smile dropped from his face. Tentatively, he reached to touch Mabel’s hair with his free hand. Even though he pretty much expected it, he still felt shocked discomfort as his hand passed right through her locks, like he was a ghost. He took a deep breath, then stood up and turned around, curiously observing his corporeal body still in its seat and sound asleep, still providing his sister with a shoulder to sleep on.
Dipper stepped out into the aisle. The bus continued to cruise down the highway, gently rocking the passengers with each bump and curve on the road. Strangely, he was also affected by the motion, while being completely invisible and insubstantial to the other passengers.
He sighed impatiently, looking forward the length of the bus.
“All right!” he called out loudly. “What do you want?”
“You, of course!” shouted a loud, irritating voice directly behind him.
Dipper yelped loudly, startled by the glowing yellow triangular demon that now floated less than an inch behind his head, laughing hysterically. The apparition looked ridiculous as always: a single large eye on his face and cartoonish arms, legs, and top hat. But Dipper knew how dangerous and powerful he could be.
He wasn’t happy to be seeing Bill Cipher again.
Not so soon.
“Bill!” Dipper cried angrily. “Why are you here again now?”
“Relax, Pine Tree!” Bill replied casually. “I was just watching those dreams of yours. You know, you humans usually find thoughts like that pretty messed up!”
“Shut up, Bill!” Dipper fired back. “It’s none of your business!”
“Considering our … deal … last week, I’d say it is my business.”
Unconsciously, Dipper’s hands started balling into fists. Bill twirled his cane as he hovered around Dipper in a circle, forcing Dipper to turn with him. The demon’s eye narrowed in thought.
“I’ve put some thought into this, Pine Tree,” he said. “You are the most unique human I’ve ever dealt with, and for somebody so young, you’re actually not as dumb as I first thought.” He paused dramatically. “When you and I made our first deal, I took advantage of you. You had no time to think about what I was offering, to clarify what kind of ‘puppet’ I wanted. I mean, you do know I really screwed you over, don’t you kid?” Dipper scowled at the memory. “I've decided that wasn't fair to you. So, against my better judgement, I’ve going to offer you something for free, no obligation!”
“Bill, everything you do has strings attached,” Dipper retorted. “Why would I believe you now?”
“You don’t have to! But I’m offering it anyways, just because I’m such a great guy!” Bill declared with delight. “Here’s my offer! I’m giving you a chance to go back on the deal we made last week, now that you’ve had more time to think about it. Any regrets? Second thoughts? Just tell me, and I wipe the slate clean. Promise! And I’ll even give you time to think about it!”
Bill snickered and did a fast shuffle-step dance, extending his cane to one side with one hand and doffing his hat with the other. “An hour should be more than enough! See you then! BY-YEE!!” The triangular trickster flashed out of Dipper’s sight.
Dipper gaped at the empty space in front of him. He's giving me an out? After he got exactly what he wanted?
His memory flashed back to the previous week, the night after his parents left to return to California.
My eyes were wide open, fully adjusted to the dark of Great-Uncle Ford’s room in the Mystery Shack. I had the alarm on my phone set to vibrate under my pillow for 4am, but it wasn’t necessary. I hadn’t fallen asleep in the first place.
I was glad I had already decided to be alone that night. While Mabel usually sleeps like a stone at even the worst of times, it was safer than trying to sneak out with her sleeping a few feet away. I got dressed in my jeans and sweatshirt, slid the “bible” and a small sack out from under the bed, wrapped them up in my jeans and sweatshirt, then quietly out to the porch door. I quickly bundled up in my winter coat and boots, having if possible even less concern about waking Grunkle Stan. Seriously, I could have probably done all this preparation right in his bedroom and he’d still sleep through it. Then I pulled on my gloves, checked that I had my flashlight, put the book under my arm, grabbed the sack, and quickly slipped out into the night.
The weather was cold that night, well below freezing, but incredibly clear, calm, and quiet. There was no moon, but the endless stars and the sparkly reflection off the frozen snow still provided some illumination. As I left the tramped-down foot path and headed off into the woods, each step that broke through the snow’s crusty surface sounded like a shot from a gun.
I arrived at the clearing, the same clearing that Mabel and Soos had told me about a year and a half ago. I found a spot as close to the center of the clearing as I could, and took out eight candles from the sack, arranging them in a circle. Pulling out my flashlight and opening to the marked page from Journal 2, I checked that the size and positioning of the candles was correct. With the book of matches that I had also packed, I quickly had the candles all lit. The effect of the yellow circular glow of the candles combined with the bluish hue of the starlight to give the clearing an eerie quality.
The Shack wasn’t really that far from this clearing, and I was a little worried about how far my voice would carry, but there was no time left to worry about that. Tucking the flashlight under my arm so that I could read, I held the heavy book out in front of me. I was fairly sure that I had memorized the incantation, but I couldn’t afford to make a mistake. The spell had to be cast perfectly.
“Triangulum! Entangulum! Veneforis dominus ventium! Veneforis venetisarium!”
At first nothing happened. I started to check the Latin words again, to make sure that I had pronounced them correctly. As I shone the flashlight down to the page, the phrasing just looked … ridiculous! I snorted, then looked at the drawing of the circular wheel on the opposite page, with a now-familiar image of his nemesis at its center. Then all the writings on the pages. It was all so hilarious! Chuckling, I looked at the circle of candles, then the trees and the snow around me. My laughter burst out fully as I beheld the sky, and beyond to the whole cosmos of planets, stars, and galaxies! I couldn’t control myself. I’m sure I sounded crazy as I spun around in glee, laughing in full-throated uproar. Somehow, as I was experiencing this revelation, the universe was simply hysterical!
But the levity was short-lived. In a flash, it felt like I was punched in the gut. Really hard! I doubled over in pain, and struggled to breathe after getting the wind knocked out of me. Then came the most terrifying experience: it felt like something had taken control of my body, with me still inside. All my senses still sent their messages to my brain, but my body wasn’t following my orders! I watched helpless from inside my eyes as my body fell to its knees, then pain exploded everywhere in my arms and torso as I was being stretched, my arms backwards and down toward the snow, while my chest was thrust towards the sky. Every muscle twitched with the strain of the effort.
I wanted to scream out in agony, but even that was denied me. Instead, I felt my mouth move, and my chest and throat muscles flex of their own accord as my body shouted out a nonsense phrase, which sounded something like “Egassem Sdrawkcab.” At least six times, the phrase was literally yanked from my lungs by some unseen force, each louder and higher pitched than the last. My arms were raised and stretched wide to my sides, and I probably had the look of someone who had been crucified.
Then I was released, and I collapsed onto the snow. As I pushed myself up to my hands and knees, I felt wind blowing, then came a flash of light that marked the creation of a three-sided hole in the air, directly in front and above me, the edges of which immediately burst into flames. Sounds of maniacal laughter erupted from all around as an eyeball formed in the rift. The wind whipped up like a tornado, pelting my face with frozen powdered snow, as I struggled to my feet. I’m sure the whole presentation would have been horrifying if I didn’t already know what was going to emerge.
Finally, with a comical little “whup” noise, all the energy of the area collapsed into the rift, leaving a triangular-shaped demon floating in front of me.
Last year, I had helped join together all the forces required to banish Bill Cipher, seemingly forever. Now, I had just released him once again.
I hoped I knew what I was doing.
Bill looked around, somehow making it obvious that he was feeling relief, despite his lack of most facial features. “Oh, once again! Gravity Falls, my favorite petri dish in the universe! What’s going …” Then he stopped as his eye focused on me.
His body transformed, turning bright red and growing to immense size in an instant, looming directly over me. “YOU!!!” his voice shouted, impossibly low and loud, literally shaking me off my feet onto my butt.
“Bill!” I called out.
“You’re responsible for destroying my plans!” he thundered. “YOU’RE responsible for sending me out of here!” His body twisted, enveloping me from all sides. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I’M GOING TO DO TO YOU???”
The demonic force collapsed around my body, constricting me like an enormous python. “BILL !!” I yelled in a panic. “I want to make a DEAL with you!!
A millisecond later, Bill had shrunk back to his regular yellow appearance, leaving me staggering. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” he said happily, without missing a beat. “I’m always up to making deals! What is it you want, Pine Tree? We can discuss terms on anything I can do for you!”
Struggling to slow my heart after the quick scare, I swallowed, and closed my eyes. This is when I told this little apparition from hell why I summoned him. Why I so desperately needed him.
I looked the demon in his eye.
“I need the universe to let me love my sister!” I shouted angrily. Or at least tried to, but by the time I finished the short sentence, my throat had closed and my eyes were wet. Saying it out loud reinforced just how important this was to me.
Bill blinked. “Wow! Didn’t expect that from you, kid! I didn’t think I could be surprised by anything!” He paused, his eye narrowing. “Exactly what do you want?”
I cleared my throat, and spilled my guts. “I want to be allowed to be in love with Mabel, and that she be allowed to love me! I want to experience being in love with her the way other people do, with their true loves! I don’t want to always be afraid of our parents finding out, and separating us! I don’t want to always be looking around for neighbors, friends, church members, or anybody else seeing us and being disgusted.” My deepest wishes kept tumbling out, as my voice grew ragged. “I want Mabel to be happy, and not have to worry about depression. I … I don’t want to be scared that if I leave her alone, the next time I see her … “ I stopped to gasp a breath, “will be her body hanging in ... in the attic with a r- ... a rope around her neck ...” Rivers of tears were running down my face, and I couldn’t say anything more. Silence returned to the clearing, the exception of my quiet sobs.
“You’re asking a lot, kid.” Bill said, after a time. I could have sworn I heard something approaching sympathy in his voice. Might have been wishful thinking, though. “I can’t change anything about the personalities or actions of anybody. If your parents, or other people in your life, don’t want you and your sister together, I can’t change their minds. And I can’t stop them them from doing what they think they need to do.”
I felt a panic rising. My sobs were transforming into hyperventilation. Had I released this cursed devil for nothing?
“But,” he added shrewdly, “I can do some things to control how people perceive the world around them! It’s easy when they’re dreaming, but there are small things I can do even when they’re awake.” Bill’s eye narrowed again as he thought about my request.
“So how about this, Pine Tree? I watch you and Shooting Star all the time. Twenty-four seven! If there is anyone around you who knows you’re siblings, and you do anything ‘inappropriate’,” he paused to close his eye dramatically, then looked at me again and kind of shrugged. “Ha ha! It’s hard to wink with only one eye! Never mind! If the two of you do anything that would cause suspicion of, ahem, romantic feelings for each other, I’ll make sure they don’t notice you.”
“Wh ... what do you mean?” I stammered, wanting to make sure Bill wasn’t tricking me.
“I mean if you’re holding hands in the park or a movie, I’ll make sure not a single person you know will ever see you. If you’re alone at home, I’ll make sure it stays that way if you need it to. If you’re getting frisky in your room, I’ll make sure neither of your parents open your bedroom door. If you stare at one another too long in front of your parents, I’ll make sure their heads are turned away.”
This sounded to me like it could work! “How many people at a time can you do this to?”
“As many as you need, kid! You could lay a big, wet smooch on your sister in the middle of church service, and not a single person would notice! You could get real kinky if you wanted! If you both got naked right on the floor in the middle of your family reunion, I’d make sure not a soul would be the wiser!” I blushed as I thought about how brazen Mabel and I could be.
“But … your sister might wonder how you’re doing that, though! You wouldn’t want her to know about how you got access to this power, would you? About how a certain being of pure energy got released back to Gravity Falls again ... now … would … you?”
“You’re right,” I said, thinking. “I can make sure that I act like we need to be careful, but I’ll know that we never actually have to worry about it!”
“And one more thing,” Bill stated. “It’s a real problem trying to change anyone’s memories. Anyone who already knows about you lovebirds, well, I can’t change that. And since they’re already aware of you together, I can’t do anything to prevent those people from being able to see and hear you as you really are.”
“The only person who knows is Grunkle Stan, and I know he won’t tell anyone.” I looked up excitedly. “Yes, Bill, that’s what I want you to do!”
“Ah ah ahhh! Not so fast!” Bill responded sharply. I remembered there was more to this. “You might want to consider what I’m going to ask from you in return.”
I was ready with my argument. “I already released you, Bill! That’s more than payment enough, and you owe me! Do what you just suggested for me, and we’re even!”
“Ahhh, hahahahaha!” he cackled back. “You’re funny, kid! You already released me, all on your own! I owe you nothing! In fact, unless we do a deal, right here, right now, I think I’ll just DESTROY YOU!!!” as the immense, red version of himself formed at the end of his statement, then just as quickly snapped back to normal.
A chill ran down my spine. I had no leverage. Bill knew exactly what I wanted, and he knew just how much I wanted it. And he could demand whatever he desired from me in return. He held all the cards.
“So, what do you think I’m going to ask? Hmm? Take a wild guess!” he taunted.
A feeling of dread filled me. “You want … my soul?” I stammered.
Bill waved his cane. “Pfft! That’s not even enough for a down payment on your mortgaged future! Man, you humans really overvalue your pitiful excuse for a consciousness!” Bill squinted. “No, I need much more than the ability to torment your essence for eternity!”
The night was deadly silent as he contemplated his price for my desire. My breathing sounded like a hurricane in my ears. My heartbeat pounded so loudly I thought I’d go deaf.
Finally, Bill spoke. “You know what? My plans for this place have just changed! You’ve offered up a new opportunity for me. What I can accomplish here, with a real live willing human to assist me … “ he twirled his cane in delight as his “body” shook with elation, “it’s almost more than I ever hoped!” He paused again, and I knew it was just for evil, dramatic effect.
“You want to know what my price is, Pine Tree?”
I didn’t answer his stupid rhetorical question. But he just had to drive home who was really in control! “Pine Tree! I’m sorry? Maybe you weren’t listening!” he said condescendingly as he stretched out an arm and snapped his finger in front of my face. “Do … you ... want ... to … know … what ...”
“Yes, asshole!” I shouted, shaking in rage, but powerless. “What’s your price?”
He glided right up to my nose, filling my entire field of vision.
“ANYTHING! And EVERYTHING! You will serve me! You will be my slave! I will tell you to do things that you don’t want to do, and you’ll do them! I will tell you to do these things over .. and over … and OVER AGAIN! And you’ll DO THEM!! Without question, and without fail!”
I shook with the enormity of his demands. “What ... what kinds of things?” I stammered.
“Things your pathetic hormone-infested brain hasn’t yet even imagined,” Bill sneered. “Things your worthless morality will crumble to comprehend!” He floated back away, giving me some distance. “Think it over quick, kid. I don’t have all night!”
Was it worth it? Could I sacrifice myself to this unknown hell? What could he possibly ask me to do? What would I do for this love? For Mabel?
Mabel!!
I looked at Bill squarely. “Mabel is off limits, Bill!” I demanded. “If I agree, you will do nothing to harm her in any way! Ever! And you will never ask me to do anything to harm her! Do you understand?” I demanded furiously.
“Fine! Agreed! No problem! In fact, I'll personally guarantee her safety. But only as long as you live up to your end of the deal!” Another dramatic pause. I knew what was next. Damn him to hell! “Because your precious Shooting Star will occupy the very first spot in my oh-so-gentle heart if you ever disobey me! Remember that!”
I was trembling, terrified, but insanely, I still felt euphoric. If I did this, Mabel and I can be together! We can be in love, be in a relationship, know what it’s like to be happy together! We can live a life like we wanted to live, that …
Wait, I realized with dread. Bill wants a willing human. A live willing human. Bill wasn’t offering me a lifetime together with Mabel. I was going to have to leave Mabel! There was an expiry date with this deal! I slumped with the realization.
The equilateral entity snickered. “You got it, squirt!” I looked at him in hatred. “You’re not going to be a very good minion for me if you’re still gazing into her eyes, those big brown eyes, like you’re her puppy dog.” My fists clenched in impotent fury. “Plus, I can only wait so long before I collect my debt."
I figured he would want me for, what, half of what’s left of my life? If I live another seventy years, that’d give Mabel and I until we’re … maybe fifty? Even Mom and Dad aren’t even close to fifty yet! That's a lot of time! We can live a lot, do a lot of things together …
Bill continued. “So you can go be with your, um … “girlfriend” … and have fun! Then I’ll see you again when my end of the bargain is complete, and you and I can start having my brand of fun!“ He counted off several long slender fingers, making a show of counting. “In your perception of time, that’ll be … next July!”
“Wait, WHAT?!?” I cried in shock. “You’re saying I only get … like, six months to be free with Mabel?”
“Hey, my time’s valuable! I’m going to be watching you two constantly! Spinning reality inside the heads of dozens of people simultaneously in your sad little meat space. What was it one of your great philosophers said? ‘When you’re good at something, never do it for free.’ Hahaha! Wise words! That guy laughed a lot too!"
I was immobilized with the injustice of it all, that this despicable piece of shit held such power over me.
“That’s my offer, kid! What d’ya say?” He held out a flaming blue hand.
With my last shred of defiance, I threw out a counteroffer. “Just a few years!” I shouted desperately, as Bill’s hand retracted. “Give us just ... just four more summers! I mean … give us high school! Give us … until the end of summer when we turn eighteen! We ... we need more time together! We deserve more time together! … Mabel … M ... Mabel ..." I fought to keep my chest still, as a violent shudder tried to escape, "God dammit! God DAMN it, Bill! Mabel deserves more! She … she deserves so much MORE!!” I stared at Bill’s unblinking eye, imploring, as the cold skin on my cheeks stung from hot tears. “Please ... Bill ... I’ll never ask anything else from you, ever again!” I thrust my hand out towards him. “Please! I beg you!” I sobbed, meaning every word.
Bill was motionless for a moment. I truly believe that he thought he felt sorry for me.
“PLEASE!!!” I screamed at him.
Then his hand leapt forward and took mine. The blue flame danced over our joined hands.
“Deal!” he exclaimed happily.
Dipper paced up and down the aisle of the bus, muttering to himself. He needn't have been quiet: it wasn't like anyone on the bus was able to see or hear him.
He hadn't really allowed himself to examine the wisdom of his choice this past week. What was done was done: the choice had been made. And he'd had no desire to look back. The deal had lifted the weight from Dipper's shoulders. He revelled in not worrying any longer. He had been free, for a whole wonderful week, to love Mabel the way she so deserved to be loved.
But now? Dipper would be irresponsible to not use this opportunity to consider what he'd done. He had sold his soul, for starters! He didn't know what Bill actually had in mind for his version of eternal damnation, although he sure was certain it wouldn’t be pleasant.
But Dipper’s self-valuation was low. He’d been through so much over the last several months, he honestly didn’t care about himself, or his cosmic fate, at that moment. He didn’t view himself as a significant value in the equation.
However, Bill had mentioned things that Dipper would have to do. Things that it was broadly hinted at that would be horrific to do. How terrifying could it be? Would it involve … hurting people? Torturing people? Killing people? Something even worse? Could he do that? Could he be the instrument for any monstrous plan Bill could come up with?
Well, at the moment, he had no choice. Bill had threatened Mabel. If Dipper didn’t follow Bill’s orders, Mabel would pay. That wasn’t going to happen!
But what if Dipper cancelled the deal, as Bill was now offering? He and Mabel would have to try to continue as they had since September. It was a prospect he didn’t relish. But they were just two people, and Bill had granted them less than four years together: was that worth what Bill might conjure up? Was a few years of happiness for two young teenagers worth what could be unimaginable tribulation?
The math didn’t work out. Of course the two of them were not worth that! Any logical, sane person could see that. There was no way he could possibly justify this emotional, selfish deal, and Bill had offered the chance to cancel it. It was obvious what he should do!
He headed back to the rear of the bus to wait for Bill to come back.
Dipper had sat in one of the empty seats, directly in front of Mabel and his own body. He was relaxed, having no doubt about his course of action. He glanced at his watch, and figured Bill should be reappearing right … about … now!
Sure enough, Bill winked into existence, though without any fanfare: no flash of light or sound of any kind. He simply appeared. He was comfortably propped up against the back of the seat next to Dipper, his slender arms extended behind the “head” of his triangular body, his spindly legs crossed in front of him
“So, Pine Tree, you’ve thought about my offer?” Bill asked calmly. He seemed to not have a care in the world.
“Yeah,” sighed Dipper, gaze fixed ahead and refusing to look at the demon. “I think you already know what I’ve decided.”
Bill was waiting with the serenity of Buddha. "Why don't you tell me, anyways?"
Dipper drew a breath, and let it out.
"We still have a deal," he said quietly.
If it was possible for a mouthless triangle to smirk, Bill Cipher accomplished it. "I never had a doubt, Pine Tree!" Bill proclaimed, his voice dripping with smug superiority. “The things you idiot humans do for love! I tell you that you can’t even imagine the horror you’re going to witness, or what I’ll demand you inflict on your worthless species! All for a few years of making sure no one knows you’re exchanging your excess bodily fluids with your sister! What a deal!”
A flinch of powerless frustration was the only thing Dipper could do in response. He wished the yellow bastard would just disappear and get on with quietly protecting his and Mabel’s relationship.
“You know,” Bill continued unfazed, “I was barely able to get you to question your feelings about your sister to make the sock puppet deal, and that was when she was just your sibling! And not only did she redeem herself then, since then you’ve also completely fallen in love with her.” Bill floated up beside Dipper’s head, making it impossible to avoid being seen in Dipper’s peripheral vision. “And yet, you don’t trust her. Or yourself! You just can’t risk that either of you won’t make a mistake, so you need me to save you! Last week, you agreed to the worst deal in history. And now, with plenty of time to reconsider, you just agreed again!” Bill glided closer, stopping just a hair’s width from Dipper’s cheek. “Face it, Stud!” he taunted. “Because you want nothing more than to get busy with your sister, you’ve sacrificed everything! You’ll do anything for her. Am I right?”
Dipper nodded helplessly, still staring forward.
Bill backed away slowly. “Well, I got what I wanted! A whole hour of watching you try to talk yourself out of the worst decision of your life. I knew you couldn’t do it!” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, whipping up a quick blue fireball. “My entertainment for the day is done! Thanks, kid! That was a gas!"
Dipper finally looked over, pure hate in his expression, but Bill completely ignored it. "You probably won’t see me again until 2017, and by then there’ll be lots to catch up on! But in the meantime, I’ll see plenty of you two!” He cackled in evil glee, then glided up to the front of the bus, the glow from his body increasing severely in brightness. “Remember,” he called out with delight, “I’ll be waaaat-ching yoooooouuuuu !!!”
With a searing flash of light and one last peal of obnoxious laughter, Dipper's arch enemy was gone. Disoriented, the teenager found himself returned to the back seat, and the dark interior of the bus was once again seen to be in color. He jerked in surprise, his actual body responding as it normally would.
Mabel groaned, awakened by Dipper's movement. "Dipper?" she mumbled, looking up into his face. He looked down to her, their noses barely an inch apart. "You okay?" she asked drowsily.
Dipper's heart was just slowing down from the brief jolt of surprise. Now as he peered into Mabel's beautiful dark eyes, he felt his heart leap again.
His mouth parted into a small, dreamy smile.
"I am now," he whispered in reply, then leaned down to tenderly kiss his sister's lips, his eyes closing in contented bliss.
As she lovingly kissed him back and his arms tightened around her body, Dipper knew, beyond any doubt, he couldn't have made any other choice. Was it the right one? He resolved it would be a few years before he'd even start thinking about finding out.
Author’s Note 2:
What did you expect? That I’d actually give you a genuine happy ending?
I am (in an admittedly evil way) very happy with this installment, and how all the “good” things that happened in the final couple of chapters got turned completely on their heads. If Mabel discovers the truth, that Dipper’s speech about belief was bullshit, that he knew Bill was the one “watching over them”, and that his faith is a sham, it will crush her. But Dipper really did do everything he did for Mabel, and for a chance at happiness together, something he did not believe was possible any other way.
My hope is that dropping Bill Cipher into this story now was as unexpected as possible for the reader, given how ultra-“realistic” I’ve been throughout both of the stories I’ve written. I’ve been intentionally ignoring anything that couldn’t plausibly happen in real life, and I’ve even put a lot of effort into ensuring that the details of Portland and Piedmont are as authentic as I could. I wanted Bill’s appearance to be a surprising shock.
However, please remember that this epilogue is “unofficial”. I will not be acknowledging any of the events or consequences of actions that take place in this epilogue as I continue the “Fistbump AU”. You can safely erase this entire chapter from your brain! No Bill Cipher, the “Bible” actually was a Bible, Dipper’s faith is genuine, and his willingness to risk for Mabel is real. My Fistbump AU will continue to be “realistic”, and for the most part, it will be set in a world very much like most Pinecest stories (their adventures growing up as teenagers, happy (but nervous) in private, coping in public. But I also have a few ideas for a longer stories in this timeline, as well. I’m hoping for a mix of sweetness and angst, of brightness and sadness, in this series.
But ... for those of you who like the twist of this epilogue, I have good news for you, as well. I have privately endorsed one of my friends in this fandom to continue the alternative “special” ending into new stories. This writer is particularly adept at understanding Bill, and in imagining how unbelievably hurt and angry Mabel would be at Dipper would be if she finds out about how he lied to and deceived her over the deal with Bill. It will be great! I'll let everyone know when this splinter-AU becomes realtiy.
So there you are! I think that this will be a satisfying way for the story to move forward, and hopefully everyone who has enjoyed this fic up until now will be able to continue to do so, regardless of their preferences.
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