Uncertainty - Stanford Pines x Reader (female)

Chapter 33

The chaotic blur of the Fearamid's twisted halls surrounded me as I sprinted alongside Dipper and Mabel. The surreal architecture seemed to twist and shift with every step we took, making it hard to tell where we were going. The walls loomed over us, alive with strange, pulsing energy that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Every so often, the floor would buckle and shift under our feet, hurling us off-balance. I stumbled but quickly regained my footing, the adrenaline flooding my system like a powerful river.

My breath came in ragged gasps, but I couldn't afford to slow down. Not now. Bill's chilling laughter echoed through the corridors, making my blood run cold. We had to keep moving—keep running.

"Guys, this way!", Dipper's voice cut through the din, and I followed his lead, my heart pounding in my chest. The flashlight he held cast strange, distorted shadows on the walls as we rounded another corner, only to come to a screeching halt.

A dead end.
My stomach dropped as I stared at the solid wall in front of us. Panic clawed at my chest. "What now?", I gasped, my voice edged with desperation. I could feel Bill closing in on us, his malevolent presence like a storm ready to break.

Mabel, however, seemed unfazed. She glanced at the wall and then turned to us with a wide grin. "Like Grunkle Stan always says, when one door closes, choose a nearby wall and bash it in with brute force!"

I blinked at her, my brain struggling to catch up. Was she suggesting we break through a wall? In a place like this? Was she out of her mind?

Before Dipper or I could react, Mabel flipped the flashlight to its height-altering mode and zapped her hand. Her fist grew to a comically large size, and with a battle cry, she swung it at the wall with all her might.

The wall crumbled under the force of her punch, creating a new passageway. She quickly shrank her hand back to normal, a satisfied smirk on her face. "After you.", she said, motioning us forward with a dramatic bow.

I exchanged a quick glance with Dipper, who shrugged and hurried through the newly made opening, followed closely by Mabel and myself.

"Ha! Now let's round up the townsfolk, and together we can defeat—", Dipper started, but his voice trailed off as we emerged into a larger chamber.

Terror gripped my heart as I took in the scene before us. The remaining townsfolk, the last of the survivors, were tied up on the ground, surrounded by demonic guards. Their eyes were wide with fear, their struggles futile against the ropes that bound them.

"No...", Dipper whispered, his confidence faltering as the reality of the situation set in. We were too late.

Suddenly, a powerful force seized us, lifting us off the ground. I felt a cold, invisible grip tighten around my entire body, rendering me helpless. Dipper and Mabel were caught too, their faces twisted in shock and fear.

Bill's laughter rang out again, louder this time, as he materialized before us, his form crackling with dark energy. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here! Thought you could escape, did you?" His voice was filled with sadistic glee as he tightened his hold on us with his tractor beam.

In one fluid motion, Bill re-entered the main room, dragging us with him. He flung Dipper and Mabel to the floor like discarded toys, holding me up for everyone to see. My heart raced as I spotted Ford and Stan still trapped in that cage, their faces filled with dread.

"Look who I found!", Bill crowed, a cruel smirk twisting his demonic features.
With a flick of his hand, Bill tossed Dipper and Mabel into the shimmering energy cage, their bodies slamming against the bars with a dull thud. Ford immediately reached out to them, his voice filled with worry and relief.
"Kids!", he exclaimed, his eyes scanning them for injuries.