Reverse Falls

Chapter seventeen -there's a room where the light won't find you

Sorry for not updating in a bit. Only a few chapters left, then there'll be the second book starting.

Mabel crossed her arms, leaning back in the blue arm chair, grinning at the world as it was. She wore tan tights, a blue button up, a black jumper, her black bolo tie, and a bright blue blazer. Her eyes were back to brown, and she hated it more than ever. She loved the power, and felt childish again without it. She had, along with her brother, had the amulet for three years now, aside from the three weeks in the slammer. Dipper carefully opened the door, his brown eyes shining as he walked to his twin.

"Sister," he whispered, kissing everywhere not covered in articles of clothing. He had been in the town for about a day now, and was likely planning on staying. They had power here, and was able to do as they wished without consequences.

They both loved it.

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Pacifica squealed, hugging her bruised cousin as he walked through the town line. As Gideon winced, she said, "let me fix that for you." His bruises and cuts were gone like hers, and Pacifica touched her lips to his. Gideon, surprised, pushed his cousin away.

"P-Paz..." Gideon meant the word to come out as a warning tone, coming out more as a breathy moan.

"Gid?"

"I...I thought--"

"I can do whatevs here, cuz," Pacifica assured him, taking his hand in hers. "M'on, man, I gots ta show you around!" She pulled him around the town, pointing things out, occasionally kissing him. "And this is Giddy-Fresh."

"What- why am I wearing neon?"

"Because you're fresh!"

"Paz, stop. That's not a logical answer, and we've gotta go..." He lowered his voice. "Home."

"W-what?" She asked.

"We have to go back home," Gideon said. The bright animals and world around them stopped.

"Gid," Pacifica gasped, "don't meantion there! It's illegal!"

"What? Why?"

"I don't know, but it is!" A bright purple bear with a pink bow on it's head, ultimately named "bow bow", took Gideon into it's arms. Giggling like a creep, it walked him to the town hall.

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Mabel took her brother's hand, lacing his bloody fingers with hers. "I like murder," Dipper whispered as they stood over the two young cousins' bloody forms, their heartbeat long gone, and the knives strewn around the area.

"That was fun," Mabel said, nodding her head and grinning.

"Why haven't we done this before?" Dipper asked.

"I have no way of knowing," the girl responded.

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Stanley and Stanford Pines glanced around at the town they'd lived in for so long, seeing the darkness and apocalyptic mannerisms it now had. Wendy held a crossbow to her side, a satchel of fifteen arrows tightened to hug her hips. Occasionally, the three would have to duck into the shadows or behind cars or into houses, and they glanced at each other.

Who knows who will come out of this reality-ridden world they now lived in? Who knew where Dipper and Mabel were? The jail had been bitten by a huge goat, setting the prisoners free, so they could be anywhere now. Ford tugged Stan and Wendy with him behind a billboard that had fallen into the dirt as a eye-bat flew past. "Who's in charge?" Ford whispered, fixing his glasses.

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"You have been convicted of breaking the only rule of Pacificaville," the cat judge said. "Mentioning reality." A few stuffed animals gasped, a dog woman covering a younger one's ears.