If there’s anything the Pines Family™ is good at, it’s FUCKING WITH HIS SACRED EYE. Oh, to be physical rather than metaphysical! Oh, to be
He wishes he could manifest in reality and tear Dipper limb from gangly limb. Or at least wear his skin again and fill him with tasty poisons and sharp objects.
The dream shudders and collapses with Bill’s loss of vision. No more boxing ring, no more audience, no more anything. No longer can he see across time and space, no longer can he see everything everywhere all at once ( the movie OR the multiverse ), no longer can he even see the enemy in front of him.
When he recovers, he is angry.
❛ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂, 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴? 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂! ❜
The world begins to come alive again, melting upwards into a grotesque scene of what Bill imagined would have happened by now.
One moment he had solid ground beneath his feet, and the next he was floating in a sea of nothingness. For a brief moment, Dipper wonders if this is what it’s like for Bill, if this is what his world looks like without the subconscious mind to mold and bend to his will. The only sound in this chasm-esque blackness was Bill’s pained cries and the sound of Dipper’s own heartbeat — but that is short lived.
❛ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂, 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴? 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂! ❜
Everything starts in black and white, then shifts into the sepia of an old movie, gradually settling on a muted, slightly off-shade technicolor version of his childhood home, music playing ever-so-softly from the next room. Dipper stands in the kitchen, surveying the countertops and kitchen island — judging by the different sorts of Tupperware and food dishes, this must be some sort of a family gettogether. There is brightly colored Tupperware obviously belonging to Mabel, and the old, mustard yellow glassware he knows Stan would rather die than let go of. Dipper feels a cold jolt of dread form in his stomach; It’s too quiet — even Bill stopped looming above his head. For once, he thinks he would rather the annoying, nasally taunting. He knows that whatever it is that waits for him will be less than pleasant.
With trepidation in every step, the shaking boy walks from the kitchen into the dining room. Mom and Dad sit side by side, like they always do, Stan and Ford sitting on the opposing side. Closest to the dreaming Dipper sits Mabel, and on the other side of the table he sees himself, unblinking, staring straight at him. For a moment, he thinks that time must be stopped — everyone is so still, so quiet; Pines family get-togethers are never quiet occasions. What’s going on?
“ They’re asleep, ” Says the illusion Dipper, as if to answer the real Dipper’s question, “ I put something in their wine. I-I couldn’t do it if they were looking at me. I have to save them. Bill’s back, you know. ” Beside the spiked wine on the table rests a pistol, a line of perfectly placed bullets set just behind. Dipper’s body double starts loading the gun. “ Any one of them could fall victim to Bill next. Y-you’d know better than most how persuasive he can be. I can’t let that happen. I’m doing this for their own good. ”
The first bullet is for Dad, second for Mom, then Stan, Ford, Mabel — The walls are painted a different color now, family pictures obscured with thick droplets of blood. Dipper himself is littered with red, tears dragging the mess down his cheeks. He’s frozen in place, shock keeping him from turning his eyes away as his double turns the gun on himself.
The sixth and final pop of the gun leaves his own head feeling dizzy, his knees giving out under him. Struggling to breathe, Dipper reaches for the bloody, dangling hand of his sister.
“ Stop. Mabel — no, stop it. This isn’t real. ” It's harder to convince himself of that now — he can smell the food, he can taste his tears, he can feel the blood soaking into his scratchy t-shirt. “ Stop it. ” he can’t breathe, he can’t stop shaking — he needs Mabel, HE NEEDS MABEL.
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