(Cover art not mine)
Dipper's POV
"What?!"
My voice didn't respond.
"Why?!"
Still no answer.
I sighed. I knew I couldn't kill my sister. But would I? I didn't feel like myself lately. I rubbed my head, and started walking again.
Mabel's POV
I woke up because of a horrifying nightmare. Dipper had a weird glowing symbol on his head, and he... He tried to kill me. I shivered. I was the first one up. I glanced around. Stan was sleeping with his mouth slightly open, snoring a bit. Stanley slept with his mouth sealed in a frown, his arms supporting his head as he lay on a pillow. Soos slept with his mouth wide open. Breathing loudly, but not snoring. I prepared to go back to sleep, but then Stan blinked, and sat up. "Wha- Mabel?"
I looked at him, hoping he could read my face, as I did not wish to announce my desire aloud.
"Oh. Yeah, I'll wake the others up." Stan leaned to the other side of him, where Stanley was sleeping. He shook his brother harshly. "Wake up, Poindexter." Stanley groaned, and flipped over. He sighed and sat up. "You know, you could be a little more subtle," he complained as he stood up. I trudged to where Soos was sleeping. "Soos. Wake up." I moaned, and lightly shook him. His eyes fluttered, and opened. "Mabel? Dude, is that you?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Soos, it's me. Now get up. We better get searching."
When the group was organized, we started walking. I heard distant shuffling behind us, and immediately recognized it as Dipper's. "Guys! He's behind us!" I whispered, and we turned around.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Light. Faint, but existent.
It was getting brighter. Soon I spotted the beam of a flashlight. Then I recognized the figure behind the flashlight. I almost dropped my stuff. It was the Dipper from my dream. Only I could see him more clearly now. The symbol on my brother's forehead was not meaningless junk.
It was an eye.
Glowing, active. Shimmering, sparkling with yellow light. Dipper's eyes... Were glowing too. Flooded with the same yellow light that highlighted his forehead. Nothing but terrible, creepy light. Was this really my twin?
"Dipper...?"
He continued to stare at me with his bright eyes.
He reached out his arms, and his hands were surrounded by blue flames.
"Bill!"
The person laughed. This was not Dipper... Was it?
"I am not Bill. I am Dipper."
"You-you are not my brother!"
"That's what you think."
The person- Dipper, apparently- grinned, with so much glee, it was evil. He took a step forward. A step toward me. I noticed a knife in his hand. A glint of carving in the knife. I could barely make out what it said.
"Mystery Twins."
So this was my brother. My brother, my twin, about to kill me. Yet I couldn't move. I was frozen in terror and disbelief. The rest of the group shared my state. Dipper was inches away from me, his glowing, yellow eyes staring at me, the eye on his forehead looking into my soul. "End of the line." He said, and touched the cold blade of the knife to my throat. I looked at him with horrified and pleading eyes. "Dipper..."
Suddenly something in him changed, and his eyes changed into the innocent brown ones I knew and loved. The eye on his forehead faded. Tears were streaming down my face, not because my life was going to end, but because my very own twin was about to cause it.
Dipper's POV
I regained my consiousness, and to my horror I found I was holding a knife to my sister's throat. I dropped it, and backed away from her. "Mabel, I- I..." I trailed off as I felt a force inside of me pull.
Mabel's POV
The eye on his forehead was struggling to regain control.
"Let me in. Embrace your true self," I heard a raspy voice say.
"Never," Dipper said in response, straining to breathe. Was the owner of the eye... Killing him?
"Dipper!" I yelled in fear.
"Let me take over, and you will live." The raspy voice continued.
"No... I can't... Mabel!" Dipper tried to say. He fell over, literally at war with himself. I reached out, but there was nothing I could do. Finally Dipper reached his final breath. He slumped over on the ground, the light on his head half-on, half-off.
Dead.
