Creepyfalls

Why them? (Dipper/Ford P.O.V)

A/n: Thank you all so much for 3.6k views! That is insane! We will hopefully be writing until the end of the story now. Sorry for not updating for a year.

Dipper P.O.V
The door to the mystery shack slams shut, causing me and Mable to flinch. It's almost never slammed, as Stan mad it a rule not to for fear of breaking the lock. Carly stops on the screen and cocks her head, clearly confused on our sudden change is attitude. Frantic footsteps trail up the stairs, and stop in front of the thin door currently protecting us. I slide my arm back absentmindedly and grab the golf club being stored under the chairs behind us. Carly braces to launch out of the screen. The handle turns slowly, almost as to give a dramatic effect. We brace.

And we are greeted with Grunkle Stan?!
Why would he slam his own door? Break his own rules? I release the golf club, and put my hand back into my lap. The silence of the room putting pressure on everyone.
"Bill got Toby." Stans voice is choked up, laced with emotion you don't normally see.
Mabel's voice breaks as she exclaims,
"What?!"
"H...he tried to get the ball outside of the force field, and bill grabbed him." Stan looks everywhere but our eyes. Shock courses through me. I may not have trusted Toby, but this is still a loss for us. We needed all the help we can get. A buzzing warping noise emanates from the tv as Carly's human form materializes beside me. Her face a pale canvas of horror.
"I think you'd want to hear the details," Stan nods to Carly. She nods back and follows as he exists the doorway. Her steps are quiet and small as she seemingly glide across the floor. I turn my head to Mabel. her eyes are wet with tears, and her eyebrows are creased in a pained, mourning expression. The words that come out of her mouth hold all the anger and determination that's not reflected on her face. "Bill is going to pay."
I just nod in agreement, not trusting my voice.
I stand, my legs slightly shaking beneath me, both because I was sitting down for to long, and because of the horrible news. I offer a hand to Mabel, which she ignores in favour of grabbing Waddles. I'm not hurt by this action, she needs time.
"I'll be right back" I quietly tell her,
"Please don't get taken. Don't be dumb."
"I won't." With that I turn and exist. Stan and Carly didn't go far to talk, just at the top of the stairs. Carly's hand is placed over her mouth, and Stan is fiddling with his ring. Stan spots me watching and clasps Carly's shoulder with a word of dismissal. My feet carry me closer, almost against my will. When I am just in earshot I hear Carly half respond to Stan, have mutter to herself.
"I have to talk to Amber."
She leaves, silently down the stairs. While Stan waits for my approach. I stop walking in front of him, almost exactly where Carly was. I know I have to ask him, but as I open my mouth my head starts spinning with questions and hypotheticals. I close my mouth and take a deep breath, shaking some of the panic.
"W-what does Bill do with them?" I'm almost surprised that I only stuttered on the first word.
"Honestly kid? I don't know."

Ford (P.O.V)
I sigh and run a hand through my hair, the fingers running along the metal plate on my head for just a second. I put both hands back on the keyboard and continue to code. The lines becoming slightly warped with my exhaustion. The rumbling of the elevator catches my attention, and for a moment I reach for my gun. But my hand stops short as I remind myself that there are other people who are not immediate threats.
Ding! My guests have arrived.
I swivel my chair as the doors open, the taller figure steps out first. Carly. Her gaze meets mine, and I sense that something had happened. Then she is followed shortly by  Amber, who alternately, glances around nervously. I wait for the pair to say what hair business is.
"Bill got Toby." Carly voice is numb, shockingly so. Toby and her seemed to be very close.
"How?" I ask, not entirely expecting an answer.
"He tried to get a ball that was just outside."
I shake my head slightly,
"Toby was playing with Stan I presume"
Carly nods, and her gaze changes from a sad one, to almost defensive.
"Stan was just tying to cheer him up." She defends. I raise my hands slightly in submission, not wanting to start unnecessary tension.
"The best thing we can do for now, is stay inside the force field. Better yet, just inside the mystery shack." I reason, and both girls nod in agreement. Amber still noticeably not making eye contact. "Amber." I say, and her eyes shoot up in a panic.
"Um-yes?" Her voice is quieter then both mine a Carly.
"You won't go outside the force field. Will you?"
Amber shakes her head,
"Of course not!" Her tone picks up and the end of the sentence, defensively. Carly moves on instinct, leaning to hide Amber slightly.
"We are the only two left. I'm not letting. Amber go anywhere." Carly shoots at me.
Amber seems to dismiss her slightly, wanting to now speak for herself. Carly leans back to her original position.
"W-what does bill want with a bunch of kids? You know him better then we do." She asks, a question I anticipated would come eventually.
"Bill can go into peoples minds, that seems to be his ultimate goal. To get in and take control of you, either by possession or brain washing. Bill is a very intelligent, very manipulative being."  I explain, dumbing it down as if talking to Mabel or Stan. (🙄) Both girls nod at this, in sync, which off puts me a little.
"Thank you." Amber nods a little, finally making eye contact voluntarily.
"Of course," I respond, I understood their curiosity in knowing the enemy. "If that's all you needed, could you please exit, I am doing some very important work." The pair glance at each-other, words I cannot catch passing between them in silent conversation. Finally, after what seemed a long time, but was probably only a few seconds, Carly looks back at me.
"Okay, Thank you." With that they re-enter the elevator and press the up button. I wait until the doors close and the rumble of the engines to turn back around. Placing my hand on the keyboard, and moving on to the next line of code.

A/n: I am slightly dyslexic, and didn't proof read this. Sorry for any spelling errors! Hope you enjoy, and we will try to finally finish this story. We have it all planned. 😈