Never Trust Your Demons

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The agents wrap yellow police caution-tape around the shack, and more and more police cars show up every minute. An agent leads a struggling Stan in handcuffs to one of the cars.
"Ugh! Hey, hands off, you stooge!" Stan grunts as the agent plants Stan's face on the trunk of the police car.
"Aah!" I don't understand! What did I do that warrants this much arresting?!"
"Grunkle Stan!" I shove through the wall of agents towards him, Mabel and Dipper close behind. "Wait a minute," We stop as two agents in particular step out of the shadows.
"The government guys? I thought you got eaten by zombies!" Dipper stares in surprise.
"We survived," The younger one of the two replies. "Barely."
"I used Trigger as a human shield. He cried like a baby," The other continues, walking over.
"What? Hey!" The first one whines. "Not in front of the special-ops guys!"
Ignoring him, the second one holds up a tablet. "This is security footage of a government waste facility," Playing on the screen is footage of a person in a radiation suit stealing barrels as he continues to talk. "At o'four hundred hours last night someone robbed three hundred gallons of dangerous waste."
I look at the agent, then to Stan, then back to the agent.
"You think that's him?"
"You think that's me?" Stan asks my same question at the same time.
"Don't play dumb with us, Pines."
"No, Stan wouldn't do that!" I protest.
Stan is led away by one of the agents. "But I actually am dumb! Last night I was stocking the gift shop. I swear!"
"Wait!" Mabel insists. "Grunkle Stan! You've got the wrong guy! Our Grunkle Stan might shoplift the occasional tangerine, but he's not some evil super villain!"
The second agent bends down to eye level with the twins. "Listen, kid. We've been watching your family all summer and we've seen some disturbing things. But nothing as dangerous as what your uncle is hiding. Somewhere hidden in this shack is a doomsday device!"
"Wh-what?"
"Believe it. I'm sorry Police Box," Bill voice is eerily quiet, but pounds in my head like the school drumline. "Your grunkle's not what he seems."
What?! I reply again.
Bill sighs. "Now now, we both know that's not the only word in your vocabulary."
Kind of is right now!
"There, see? You proved my point!"
Bill, that's not helpful! I throw my hands in the air walking away.
I gasp in surprise, pulled back to reality by a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry, but you're still going to have to come with us too."
I'm led-well, more like dragged-to one of the vehicles where my cousins are waiting and we're piled into the car, them in the back and me in front with the agent. Through the windows, we can clearly see Stan in tanother car.
"Kids, you gotta believe me!" He shouts to us. "For once I'm actually innocent!" Both cars head in different directions. "Kids!"
I watch until his car disappears in the distance, then turn back around in my seat.
Who do I trust? My beloved, con-man grunkle? Or my all-knowing demon crush?
"The handsome, all-knowing demon crush, of course."
Do not make me mentally smack you.
"You can't do that."
I mentally smack Bill, staring out the window. Says who? It's my head!

I'm stuck in the car, having a conversation with Bill with a lack of anything better to do.
Not that I mind.
I can hear blips of the other conversation. We're getting taken to child service and Trigger thinks some mindless TV show is going to distract us from the situation.
I can hear that Mabel and Dipper are whispering, but not what they're talking about.
"I'm telling you, you can't trust your grunkle," tells me.
Why not?
"He really does have a doomsday device!"
Like I'd believe that. Stan may lie about a million things, but if he'd tell any one truth, it'd be if he had the fate of the world in his hands.
"Don't be so sure. You said yourself I'm all-knowing."
I really wish I hadn't now. "And I am sure." I mutter aloud. I ignore the strange look from Agent Trigger and continue looking out the window. Plus, I cant ignore the fact that you like messing with my family...
No matter how bad I like him.... I add off to the side.
"I heard thaaaaaat!"
And that's the downside of having your boyfriend in your-
"Oh, so I'm your boyfriend now?"
My face turns bright red as I cover it with my hands, pulling my knees to my chest and groaning. I didn't-I mean-it just slipp-
"Are you alright?" I look towards the voice, peeking out from behind my hands. Agent Trigger,as well as Mabel and Dipper, are staring at me with confusion and concern.
"I'm... fine..." My voice is a bit more higher pitched that normal.
"You really need to learn to conceal our conversa-"
"Ohmygoshjustshutupalready...." I mutter quickly under my breath.
"You're still not doing it."

"Ahhh!" Suddenly, a logging truck rams into the car, sending it spinning off-road and down into the woods.
"Mayday! Mayday! Agent down!" Trigger yells as the rest of us scream. We crash into the trees and Trigger gets stuck between the car and a tree branch. "Darn branch!" I try to open my door, but it's stuck against the steep hill leading up to the road.
"Haha, yes!" Dipper and Mabel are able to hop out the back door.
"Backup!" Trigger shots into his earpiece. "Requesting backup! Ah!" Dipper rips out his earpiece, smashing it on the ground.
"You guys go on ahead, I'll catch up!" I tell them. There's a piece of-probably bulletproof-glass separating me from the open back door. "Somehow..." I add under my breath.
"Come on, Dipper. We're gonna go clear our uncle's name," Mabel doesn't miss a beat, walking away.
"Oh, you poor kids. You really think your uncle's innocent?"
"Shut up," I growl, trying to open the door enough for me to squeeze out. It's bad enough with Bill doing that all morning.
"I've seen it all before. False names, double lives, one minute they're playing with water balloons, the next they're building doomsday devices. Your uncle scammed the whole world. You gonna let him scam you, too?
"You," Dipper hesitates before walking away. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"You're gonna regret this!" He yells after them.
"Ah!" I shriek in surprise as the airbags suddenly inflate and the car horn honks. "Oh, those would've been helpful..." I mutter.
"Here, allow me," I hear Bill's voice. Above the car. There's aloud pop as the airbag bursts right in front of my face. After the moment of shock, I look up at Bill.
"Thanks! Now can you get me out of here?"
He scoffs. "You say that like it's a question."
He disappears, and I feel him enter my mind.
"How is that helping?!" I ask him.
"One second, Police Box."
I suddenly find my hands raising themselves up.
Hey, are you controlling me?! I thought we agreed you wouldn't!
"No recollection of that deal whatsoever."
I gasp as my clawed hands suddenly are engulfed in lavender flame and i feel something surge through me.
The door is also surrounded by the same flames. Once swift flick of my hands, and it's ripped clean off. Climbing out, I discover there's just enough space to climb out.
"Bill... what was that? Did I just use your magic or something."
"It's just what I thought. In a way, yes it's mine. But at the same time, it's yours."
"What?!"
"Aaand we're back to one word vocabulary. Your ability to tap into the mindscape and ability to keep me in your mind has given you some of my powers. Nowhere near as powerful as mine, but still powerful."
I stand there frozen in shock as this sinks in.
"You just need a bit of guidance is all."
"Why is it purple though?!"
"To match your eyes."
"What," I turn and find Trigger, now free from the airbag, starting at me. "Was that?!"
I look down to see what  he's staring at, and find my hands still flaming.
Bill... now might be a good time to turn it off...
"Right."
The flames fade away, and I run after my cousins.