Warnings: daddy issues, violence mention
Word count: 1329
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Searing flames lick my face and scorching heat from all around envelopes me. Cries of absolute torture fill my ears as I try to figure out what is going on. Gravity Falls, the town I've lived in for many years, is on fire. Greasy's Diner is crumpling under the weight of the flames as it eats away at the wood. The convenience store that Grunkle Stan often shoplifted from is already in shambles. Toby Determined's fancy car, which Stan always griped about when he noticed it, is shattered across the side of the roller rink.
I cough as the smoke condenses all around me, coating my lungs with soot. The screams get louder, invoking me to chase after them, find out where and who. And if I can rescue them. I dash through the debris, stumbling over hunks of concrete that have crumbled. A police car soars past my head, just barely missing me. Hysteria rises in my chest as I try not to hyperventilate. There's not enough oxygen in the air to hasten my breathing.
A familiar laugh rings in my ears. "Bill," I growl, sprinting toward the sound. This was his doing. The world is on fire because of him. Rage replaces my dread as I find myself running up to the yellow triangle demon. In his hands, my family struggles. Dipper and Mabel are in one hand, trying to break free as they realize their fate. Ford and Stan are in the other, trying to negotiate a surrender.
"Bill! Let my family go!" I yelled, picking up a chunk of concrete and hurling it at him. It bounces off, hardly affecting the demon. He turns around, delighted to see me.
"Oh is it good to see you! Dear daughter, the end of the world wouldn't have been possible if it wasn't for..." his voice distorts and he turns red, "You!" He turns back to my family and evaporates them with his mind. They didn't even have a chance to scream.
Then Bill grabs me, an evil glint in his eye as he hovers above the town to glory in his destruction. "You're a monster. I will never be your daughter," I huff, trying to see through the dark haze of smoke rising from the ashes below. The town is empty, already defeated. How could I have let this happen?
"Oh but you already are. There's no changing the fate of the universe. The prophecy tells us this was meant to be! You are meant to betray your family!" he laughs. The world fades to darkness, his eye illuminating my way into the sludge, his chuckle echoing my path through the black.
I wake up in a cold sweat, glad it was just a nightmare, and eerily creeped out at the same time. Taking a minute to catch my breath, I tip-toed out of my room and up the stairs, checking on the twins. Mabel is half off of her bed, snuggling her pig upside down. I lift her and put her head on her pillow, making sure she's comfortable. Then I lift a sleeping Waddles, setting him next to her. I glance at Dipper, who fell asleep reading. I close his book and set it on the nightstand for him, setting his flashlight down for him as well.
Then I creep down the stairs again to check on Stan. I open the door just a crack, only satisfied when I see his chest rise and fall in a loud, familiar snore. I quietly close the door behind me, pleased that everyone is okay. Next on my list is Ford, but I'm doubtful of where he is. I honestly believe he's just in the basement. I have a feeling that he's okay as well.
Unexpectedly, I sense a hand on my shoulder. Terrified, I jolt away, quite daunted from my nightmare still. "Oh, I apologize," I hear Ford's voice behind me. I turn around and see my grandfather, the man who has six fingers. The man who composed the journals. "I am a bit of an insomniac myself," he clarifies.
I nod, unsure of how to talk to him. I feel a little awkward around him, a bit of a timid wallflower when it comes to new people. "I just... had a bad dream. That's all," I remark, hoping he wouldn't pester me for the details.
Ford wavers, as though he wants to say something, but is uncertain of how to word it. Eventually, he settles for, "Did your mother ever mention your father?" Such an abnormal question, it catches me off guard. The way he framed it makes me wonder if he knows something, but I brush off my skepticism and just respond.
"No. She never told me," I express, which isn't an untruth. "I don't know who my father is," I add, lying through my teeth. I can't just tell him that I'm the daughter of a corrupt dream demon that's out to obliterate the world!
Ford's expression darkens a little as he ponders for a moment. "Why don't you try and get some more sleep, if you can," he advises me, walking me to my room. A bit off-put by the rash change in mood, I don't protest. Then, my own door gets closed in my face.
Sighing, I give up. Maybe he just doesn't like me.
The next morning, I'm woken up by a jumping Mabel who was singing about the fact that it was Friday. It takes me a minute or two to process what she's saying. Friday? Didn't I promise Robbie that I'd hang out with him?
I bolt upward, pushing Mabel off me gently. "I have plans," I tell her once she gives me a confused look.
"Have fun!" she hugs me, hopping away, her pig following her out.
Grinning, I throw my blanket off, suddenly aware of the presence of Mabel's other half standing in the doorway. He's holding a box that looks like some board game. Squinting my eyes, I can see that it is D&D& More D. I absolutely love that game! "You're busy?" Dipper asked me, looking a little sad and expectant.
"Yeah, I'm sorry... I really like that game, though. Maybe we can play tomorrow?" I ask him, shooing him away. Then I close the door, quickly putting on some clothes.
Tripping over my own feet, I hop into the living room and put on my shoes. Pausing for a second in the mirror, the full weight of my dream comes crashing down. Bill is my dad and what he said about prophecies seems to stick out to me. Racing up the stairs to Dipper's room, I find Journal #3, where it sits on his nightstand. Flipping through it, I find the page on Bill Cipher.
"Yeah, that page doesn't really make sense. Even under the black light," Dipper peers over my shoulder.
"Let me see," I hold out my palm and he holds out the black light thing. Turning it on, I shine it on the page, where writing once invisible makes itself apparent to us. "Hmm," I skim through the text, trying to figure out what it means.
'The spawn of Cipher will betray its family in order to...'
The rest has been etched out by some sort of pen. "In order to what?" Dipper asked me. I... I don't know. What is my fate? Does Ford even know? After a minute of just staring at the text, I could feel my hands start to shake. "Vickie?" he took a step further.
"Sorry," I set the book down, taking a step back. Another step back, another step back and I trip over something. Landing on my butt, I look up to see what it is. "Waddles?" I exclaim, surprised and shaken up. "In order to what?" I mutter, hopping up and sprinting down the stairs. I can hear Dipper running after me.
"Vickie? Wait! We can just ask Ford!" he tells me, holding up the book to me.
"That's what I plan on doing," I tell him. Robbie can wait. This is about the fate of the universe.
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A/N: we're about to get into some deep shit
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