You stagger along the worn cliff, shouting your voice hoarse. "DIPPER! MABEL! FORD! STAN! DIPPER, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" Your stomach heaves and you fall over, grazing your knee on the rough ground. Weirdmageddon was over, and Bill Cipher had won, all that mattered to you now was to find Dipper and Mabel, and some shadow of revenge loomed over your mind.
You hear a noise behind you, and spin on the spot to see Bill Cipher following you along the path, examining his fingers. "Well, look what I found, hanging on the side of the road! Looking for the Pines twins (y/n)? Haha, good luck with that!" You glare daggers at Bill. "Where are they Bill, what have you done with them!" Bill doubles over, his single eye streaming with laughter. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out! By the way, you may as well shake and pledge your allegiance to me now, you'll have to do it at some point... but there's no time like the present!" He holds out a small, nimble hand, which bursts into bright blue flames dangerously close to your hand. You jump away and back toward the cliff, which Ford claimed had been formed by some extra-terrestrial machine. Bill floats closer, his hand stretching impossibly far ahead of him. The sole of your shoe brushes the edge of the cliff. You look down at the dizzying ground below you, and turn to Bill. "NEVER!" You scream. "I WILL NEVER JOIN YOU, BILL CIPHER!" Bill's hand extinguishes itself, and you suddenly find yourself on the ground, half on, half off the cliff with Bill standing over you, holding your shoulder painfully tight.
"TAKE. THAT. BACK!!" HE yells into your ear. "NEVER!" You yell just as loud. The cheery, electric yellow disappeared off Bill, replaced with angry red with white outlines. "FOOL!!" Bill yelled, so loud it makes your eardrums rattle. "NEVER DEFY ME AGAIN!" And on that note he threw you off the cliff, toward the trees below. You now hated Bill more than any other creature on earth, on anything. As you hurtle through the air, you scream at the bright light up above you; "I WILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR MERCY, BILL, MERCY!!" You land very fast and hard into the trees below, and if it weren't for several abandoned mattresses laid in a heap under the trees, you surely would have died. All the same, a quick-setting numbness in your left foot, ankle, and leg (as well as a very unfortunate angle), told you your bones were almost definitely broken. You slump hopelessly through the thicket of trees, hoping to find somewhere dank and sheltered to recover, but pushing aside some bushes, you come upon the most horrific scene you have ever seen.
Mabel Pines lies dead upon the ground in a clearing. You drop beside her and lift her up, ignoring your injured leg. There was no blood, but a dark bruise on the back of her neck and a crease in her shoulder told you all you needed to know. Waddles the pig lay next to her, his fat neck slit, blood pooling in the grass. A tear of yours fell on Mabel's cheek, magnifying a miniscule triangle scratched into her skin. You hug her close, shocked by the unfamiliar coolness of her, and bury your head in her long brown hair.
Another noise from behind you cues Bill to enter, but when you lay Mabel down on the ground it is Dipper you see, stumbling helplessly toward his unmoving twin. He collapses upon her, and you notice a similar triangle on his cheek, as well as a matching bruise and crease. You pick him up and inspect his face, his horrified face, unable to look away from his twin dead on the ground. "Bill?" he asked, still not looking away from Mabel. You nod, and Dipper hugs you around the middle, crying into your shoulder. You hold him tight, ready to protect him from anything that might come. But then he stops crying. And breaths out. And forgets to breathe in again. You gasp "NO! Dipper, no, no, no, No! I can't lose both of you! Wake up Dipper, wake up!" You put Dipper by his sibling, and clamp your hands over your mouth, you feel sick, diminished. The world tips, and a bizarre image of Bill taking his infernal top hat off pops into your head. You take your hand from around your face, and lay over Dipper, Mabel and Waddles, willing yourself to die in sleep, to die.
