Mechanical Heart ➳ Dipper Pines x Reader

Prologue

Footsteps loudly clanked against a narrow pathway gleaming with sumptuous gold, striding movements causing your midnight blue dress to swoosh gently throughout the wind. You kept your head low, observantly watching how the luminous chains clutching your wrists rattled with each step you took.

A psychotic chuckle escaped your lips as an ironic thought had crossed your mind, your nails subconsciously digging into your palm.

You, the high ranking Demon of Fate, feared entity among others, and loyal subject of the King, were going on trial for committing an unlawful act towards all demonkind. You had managed to sneak into Headquarters—the nerve center of the underworld—and hinder with files containing subtle information in which is forbidden to be touched.

By the time you had finished what needed to be done, you were caught red-handed by the King's assistant Lyra as you went about your departure from Headquarters. There you were immediately demanded to be cuffed by two guardians.

However, since they all happened to get there after you've taken the course of action, they were unaware of the alternations you had made. For this reason, they couldn't just kill you on the spot—even though you'll most likely be sentenced for death acknowledging what you've done is deemed deserving of such a horrendous fate—you must first be subject to a confrontation with King Cipher, and there he shall decide upon your fate.

"Hey, chill out, would you? If you don't keep yourself together in there, you'll immediately be persecuted by the King for acting as a madwoman," the husky voice of one of the guardians following behind spoke.

"And that's really saying something coming from the King of psychosis," the other guardian added, both sharing a moment of witless laughter.

A visage of annoyance marked upon your features in response of the demons' mockery, though you humbly kept to yourself and remained quiet.

You raised your head once more as the infamous castle of the King's had appeared before you, flickering with soft monochrome. It stood in a landscape of tall grass and pines, withal lifeless of color, whispering quietly from the wisps of indistinguishable wind.

You stood numb as guardian two exchanged words between the speaker planted among the wall, accessing the trio to enter the gates composed of gold. Your body tensed as the creaking rang in your ear, though you nevertheless continued to insensibly move forward along the expanse of the pathway, as though your legs had a mind of their own.

Before long, you found yourself in the throne room of the King. It was a much more simple room compared to the rest of the perplexing castle, deeming its smaller size and hollow likeness. The only thing that occupied the rather gloomy room was vintage pillars aligning adjacent from one another and the King's throne, which was sourced with a beam of golden hue as to the oddly eye-shaped window hovering close behind it.

You swallowed dryly before you began sheepishly stroding the carpet stained of gold. You glanced upwards at the upcoming throne displaying two figures—the King and his little assistant whom has caused the entirety of this ruination for you.

She was casually perched upon the throne's arm, twirling her finger through her long lavender hair. She flashed you a teasing smile through her plum lipstick, causing you to glare in her direction.

You were never on the best terms with Lyra, though you believe it was out of mere jealousy for the cruel way she treats you. After all, she lives to serve the King with all her life, yet you were the one bestowed with his admiration and respect. But hey, it's only what's fair. Her job consists of running tasks and sucking up to the King, whereas you deal with eliminating the lives of victims. Seems like a big step from simply pouring tea, does it not?