Dipper's POV
Finally. I could settle this once and for all. Lately, I was having little to no care for other people. But now, if Bill needed me so badly, I could take care of it, and benefit the world. Strangely, I knew exactly where to go, and how to get there.
Take a right.
Left.
Right, another right.
I walked down each twisted, long passageway until I reached my destination.
The portal room.
Yes, destroyed, but salvagable.
I glanced at the portal. It was off, but obviously it was still intact. I guess it just needed a starter. I snuck into the control room, my heart beating at what I was about to do. I flipped open a latch, hesitated, and pressed the button to activate the portal. It took only seconds until I was up in the air, and the portal was spinning. This is it. I was really going to do it. The computer was broken, but somehow the countdown was imprinted in my mind clearly.
Stanley's (Grunkle Stan) POV
My watch beeped, and I wiped my wet eyes on my sleeve. It was counting down. But for what?
Oh no.
How?
No one was here except us.
Bill was stuck in the Mindscape.
The twins were dead.
So what could have caused it?
"Stanford. The portal. It's on!"
"What?! How? That's impossible!"
"It must be possible, otherwise my watch wouldn't be going off ri-"
I was interrupted by a feeling of no gravity.
"Augh!"
The gravity kicked in again, and I stood up, and held a hand out to my brother. He took it.
"We need to stop whoever's doing this!"
"Okay, let's go. Know the way, Point dexter?"
"Always."
Dipper's POV
I only had 44 more seconds and counting. Until I could end all of this. Suddenly an interruption came from behind me as I watched the chaos unfold.
"Pine Tree!"
I whipped my head around. Bill. Except he looked different, more realistic somehow. Scarier. More horrifying. "Shut this machine down! It'll only make my job harder!"
"No! I'm not letting you control me anymore! I'm not your puppet!"
Bill grew taller, and red. His voiced changed to a deep and threatening kind. "No?! Have it your way, then!"
Then I realized. This was not a dream. This was real, the color from the world wasn't faded. Bill was in reality.
What have I done?
35 seconds, I remembered. Suddenly there was another anomaly. I rose up, and luckily avoided being struck by Bill.
"Bill!" Stan was now down below me, trying hard not be lifted off the ground but ultimately failing. He spun around in the air, and then spotted me.
"Dipper?!"
I almost laughed.
Almost.
The Author joined the party, and had the same reaction as my great uncle. He eyed the shutdown switch, and started swimming toward it.
26 seconds.
A surge of energy came from the portal and blew the two Stans up against the wall. I raised flames in my hands, my forehead beginning to feel hot. I shut my voice down, but strangely kept the cold, blue licks of fire in my palms. I used my power to keep me in one place in the air, facing the portal. Bill tried striking me again, but he missed. He instead attempted to negotiate with me.
"You don't have to do this, Pine Tree! We could still rule the universe!"
"What the he-" The Author started, but was shut down by Stan.
"Don't listen to him! Shut it down for us! Save the universe!"
"You don't get it, old man, Pine Tree was literally born to betray you! He was meant to be on my side the whole time!"
This seemed to go over like a ton of bricks to Stan, and his brother forged ahead for him while he stayed silent.
"Dipper! Do you really want this?"
Ten.
Nine.
"You don't understand. I'm not doing anything for anyone ever again. Bill made me lose my sister. So now he's going to lose me."
I kicked the shutdown switch at its pole, bending it.
Three.
Two.
One.
This time there was no blinding flash, just the sudden drop. I quickly sat up, and rushed to the front of the portal until the surface was inches from my face. I was about to do it. I heard voices shouting behind me, but I ignored it and shot a blast of energy toward the voice, which seemed to silence it. I heard a distant thud, and some ringing, along with more dim shouts of alarm. The smooth middle of the portal was rippling, each wave crashing over the other, beckoning me. I stepped my foot in. I heard even more worried shouts, but I continued. I looked back at my past. At my sister's death, my uncle's lies, my deals with Bill. I thought back to the time I first found Journal Three. It seemed so long ago, centuries before. Normalcy seemed years before the present. I fully stepped in, avoiding my past. Changing it, merging it.
I was in my fresh start.
My new beginning.
//Story over//
Well, I'm considering a sequel, but only if you guys REALLLYY want it. How much do you REALLLYY want it?
