Dipper's POV
"I need you to... Well, it's not exactly simple. You and Shooting Star- well, your symbols controlled your powers."
"Our... Symbols?"
Bill laughed. "You seriously haven't figured it out yet?"
I rubbed my arm. "Um, no..?"
"Why do you think I call you Pine Tree? And called your sister Shooting Star? You're all symbols on my wheel!"
He tapped the air, and a hologram of Bill surrounded by ten symbols came up. He slid it down to me so I could see.
"Here's you..."
Bill traced the air in a circular motion, and greasy red marks circled a Pine Tree symbol.
"And there was your sister!"
He moved his hand again, and a glowing blue circle surrounded the Shooting Star symbol.
"W-what?!"
"This is all I need you to do, Pine Tree. I'll help you find a way out of here, and you need to take your hat off, since it's the core of your, um, ability. Then I need you to write an eye symbol on top of the Pine Tree symbol, and leave your hat outside. Then we can rule the universe once I am unleashed into reality. Okay?"
"O-okay..?"
"Now then. To get out of this dump."
My eyes faltered, and I suddenly had a perfect idea on where to go in order to get out. However, my vision was downgraded from all-color to a sort of white and blue vision. Well, now I can get out, at least.
I followed my instincts for a while until I reached a sort of bunker door. I pulled on it, and it opened with a creak. Inside it was a pull-out ladder. I unraveled it, and started climbing. The light was almost blinding, so unfamiliar, so distant, yet comforting. I continued to scale the ladder until I finally reached the top. My weird vision ended. I squinted, barely able to make out lots of unfamiliar trees.
Have I even been in this part of the woods before..?
Anyway. Back to business. How would I be able to mark my hat? Bill seemed to have disappeared, so he wouldn't help.
Hmm...
I spotted some flint, and logs. Those would be perfect, along with lots of leaves from the trees. As my eyesight started to finally adjust to the light of day, I noticed the world seemed a lot drabber and lifeless. There wasn't any signs of deer, rabbits, or even crickets around. I started to tend to my small fire, suspiciously glancing around. I guess all those hours reading survival books for fun paid off. I spotted a stick, and equipped it in my hand. I stuck the end in the fire, and the twig started to catch. I raised it up and lightly blew on it so the embers would become hotter. I repeated the action many times until the stick was burnt enough to write with.
Stroke...
A half oval.
Stroke...
The other half.
Stroke...
A slit for a pupil.
Stroke...
And finally, the eyelashes. The eye looked frighteningly like Bill's. I shivered, and placed my hat on the ground. I headed back to the bunker.
Dipper... Where are you going?
My old voice.
I have some business to take care of, I replied.
I started to descend down the ladder.
Grunkle Stan's POV
I awoke willingly for a change. That's strange. Usually Mabel would have woke me up.
I glance over at her bed, and I almost have a heart attack when I see what's in her place.
A bloody mess.
I almost screamed. Who did this?!
I look over her shoulder to make sure it's really my niece. She was peacefully dead, her neck coated with crimson blood, some of it making her otherwise silky brown hair stick to her throat. Her kind blue eyes were painfully open, shot with utter betrayal and shock. I set my hand on her eyes to make them flutter closed. I hung my head, and sobbed.
The Author's POV
My eyes sprang open to see my brother crying over his niece's sleeping body. But when I got a closer look, I saw she was not sleeping, but dead. She had blood dripping from her neck, the pain in her expression still visable.
I gaped.
My granddaughter... Dead. Who could have done this?
Bill.
That lying, cheating, manipulative little sh*t.
I tried to think of a plan.
But for once in my life, I had no idea what to do next.
Story is nearly over! HANG TIGHT AND PREPARE YOUR FEELS
