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„Listen to me! It- “
„I trust you. Grunkle Stan.“ Mabel released the stand of the red button and began to float in the air with the portal right behind her. The glow from the starting portal made her appear like an ethereal being that has decided the flow of the world, but which direction it takes is for the future to know alone.
„No.“ Dipper breathed so quietly he could barely hear it himself.
Pang. Mabel, my sister, other half - my literal twin - chose a proven liar, con artist and possible stranger to the family more than me? Are you fucking kidding me!!!
All Dipper can do after his sister’s statement is look at her with growing disgust, but before he can think further, the portal activates completely. It starts glowing so bright that it blinds everyone. A shadow figure emerges from the portal, still hidden, for everybody is shielding their eyes. And then the portal exploded with a big shockwave. Gravity returns with it, and everyone crashes down. The shockwave on top disorients Dipper even more. When he starts regaining focus, he realises his right foot hurts; it got twisted. - Fuck.
„Ma-“, Dipper’s call for his sister’s help is interrupted when he sees the extra person in the basement „Who is that?“ He asks while looking at the hooded figure. Said figure is in a well-worn trench coat with some kind of futuristic gun fixed to their belt, which appears to have come from the portal.
His sister, holding her head and hissing at the pain, looks around to see what her brother means. Her eyes find the strangers easily, and she repeats the question as a whisper to herself.
„Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Pointdexter your back.“ That is all he gets as an answer from his egocentric ‚Gruncle’.
Pointdexter?
The hooded person - Pointdexter? - is nearly tackled by Gruncle Stan, but when they realise who they have in front of them, a big right hook is sent his Gruncle’s way, sending him to his knees.
Don’t grin, they can’t know you're enjoying this. At least not yet. Even when he deserved that.
Dipper looks at his sister, who seems entirely shocked and confused. He only agrees with the latter. - Their Gruncle deserves more than one right hook.
Turning back to his Gruncle and the stranger, they were in a heated argument now.
„Lee, what were you thinking!? Were you even thinking?“
„Yes, of course I thought, because unlike someone here, I know what family is.“
Ha. Well, that was a ‚good‘ joke.
„Did you not find my warnings, or did you flat-out ignore them?“
„Well, sorry Sixer, but I wanted to bring you back! Next time, I can let you rot in other dimensions!“
„You better!“
„I will! Since you would be stupid enough to let it happen again.“ With that statement, their pretty annoying argument turned into a petty brawl. - Sadly, my ‚sister‘ didn’t appear to like this more violent discussion. I immensely differ from her dislike.
„STOOOPPPP!!!“
This got both old roosters’ attention. -Tsk.
„Lee, who are they?“
„Well…“
„Did you get strangers to do your dirty work?!“
Oh, change the part about strangers, and you get full points for that guess.
„No. They…“
„Gruncle Stan? Do you know that man?“
„Gruncle?“
„Mabel, this is my twin brother, Stanford. Ford, this is our great niece Mabel.“ Stan said with a smile. „Oh, and her twin brother Dipper.“ He added after Stanford - apparently - looked in his direction.
„Twin brother?“ Mabel asked, gaining a nod from the new great-uncle.
„That is awesome! Dip, did you hear that?“ He nods, but she doesn’t turn to see it.
„Wait, why do you call him Stanford? Aren’t you Ford? Who are you when not Ford? And what just happened? Where was he? Is this a hidden camera? Are the ag…“
„Alright, alright.“ Stan interrupts her speed questioning. „First, he is Stanford Pines, my older brother and author of the Journals. My name is Stanley Pines, and legally speaking, I’m dead…“ Stan starts his explanation.
This got Dipper’s attention away from his worsening foot. - Author of the Journals? Wow.
The admiration stare, the actual Stanford gains from this information is short-lived. As he clicks his tongue, his brother starts telling their life story and ignores the obviously injured 20-year-old on his basement floor. - We definitely made eye contact. Prick.
As Stan speaks, Stanford starts walking around His basement. He picks up Journal No.3, which got thrown in the argument prior, stores it in his bag and inspects the rest of the chaos his twin caused. `Till a sound from upstairs gained Stanford's attention.
Through these theatrics, Dipper couldn’t move from his spot and only made sure his leg was not broken. Luck at least on that front, but it will be swollen beyond use soon. His shoe already restricting the swelling with immense pain.
Just need to get out of here without them knowing, so I can call him. Wonder if he already knows that I will call him. Hope not, that would spoil the fun. Now, how do I get that book? It should...
What cut his thoughts short was Stanford asking what was going on upstairs, which also got the attention of the other two, who were talking about the Stans’ childhood and their fallout. One is a genius, organised, with self-control and creativity. The other is social, charismatic, with a silver tongue and durability. They are the perfect team if they could just work together.
„Something is behind the vending machine!“ A voice from the ceiling exclaims.
„Lee?“
„Right, forgot about the agents about the nuclear waste thefts.“
„The what? Okay later. I’ll think of something.“ As Stanford decides, he pulls out a Journal and starts writing.
Well fuck. I need them out of jail for what I plan to do to them. Against his protesting leg, Dipper pushes himself from the ground. Gets the gun from the Blind Eye Organisation that is lying on the table with Journal No. 1 and 2 - Found it - and throws it at Stanford.
„Use that.“ Dipper shouts just before it’s thrown.
Stanford catches it with surprising ease. Shocking Dipper.
„Brilliant. When I adjust the output to the com devices, then…“
Of course, Mr Genius. Really, one should never meet one's idols.
„There. Cover your ears.“
With no further warning, he activates the gun. Everyone crouches down and covers their ears, except Stanford. - I wonder why not?
Screams can be heard from the shop. Then silence. Stanford takes this as a sign that it works. He goes upstairs with the elevator to get rid of the agents supplied with a cover story provided by his brother - this proves my fucking point -, while Mable wants more information on the cool new Gruncle that saved them. - Ugh.
Dipper grabs the 2nd Journal as soon as there is an opening and books it into the forest as swiftly as he can with his leg.
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It took longer than normal for him to get to the clearing that was big enough for his purpose and far from prying eyes. It is close to one of the lakes in the forest. The reason no one goes there in general is that a harpy territory is close by, and one makes the mistake of trespassing on their territory only once, if they make it out.
On the way there, he needed to pick up a branch to use as a cane. His leg will probably not cooperate for the next week… no, month.
He drew the circle with the last of his energy.
When everything is ready, he sits down in front of the summoning circle, takes a deep breath with a grin already forming on his face.
He starts the ritual.
„Triangulum, Entangulum. Meteforis Dominus Ventium. Meteforis Venetisarium.“
„Hahahahahaha…“