Not What He Seems

The Gala Part.1

Hey guys! I am so glad you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope this one is just as good. This ended up being 14 sides of A4 so I split this into two parts. Part two will be coming sometime next month as my update schedule will be to update once a month.

Tell me in the comments what you think!

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Mabel looked over the guest list for this year's Pines Charity Gala. She nodded to herself as she scanned over the various rich and famous names who had R. S. V. P'd almost immediately after being invited. She turned to her Great Uncle who was overseeing the preparations for the party.

"Great Uncle Stanford I must say, the guest list for this year's gala has so much diversity."

Stanford clicked his fingers and watched amused as a servant came rushing over with that day's newspaper on a silver tray. He picked it up, dismissed the man and turned to Mabel.

"Yes," he drawled "a nice mix of millionaires and billionaires." he turned suddenly and smacked the rolled up newspaper he was holding into the face of an unsuspecting waiter.

"Put the oyster fork at an angle we're not animals man." the man hurriedly corrected his mistake and Stanford rolled his eyes. 'Servants these days' he thought.

Mabel looked up from the guest list. 'Now where the devil is...' she pondered before spotting her target.

"Dipper!"

The boy in question had just entered the room and after spotting Mabel and his Great Uncle, inclined his head towards them in greeting. Mabel gave her twin a once-over and narrowed her eyes. She stalked over to him.

"What did I tell you about that suit? You're supposed to be wearing the suit jacket with the notch lapel, not the one with the peak lapel. Go change!" she demanded.

Dipper frowned.

"But I like this jacket."

Stanford strolled forwards. "Mind your sister Dipper." he towered over him, his mere presence suffocating any the defiance out of his Grand-Nephew.

"But-" Dipper protested, ready to argue.

Mabel grasped her amulet with one hand and clenched her other into a blue, ethereal glowing fist. Dipper froze as the teal light of the amulets power enveloped him. His face contorted with pain and Mabel kept it like that for a minute before releasing her fist.

Dipper gasped with relief and collapsed onto the solid wood floor beneath him. He hurriedly rose to his feet and grimaced in pain.

"Yes Great-Uncle Stanford." he mumbled. Stanford rose an eyebrow.

"What was that Dipper?" Dipper rose his voice.

"I said 'Yes Great-Uncle Stanford'."

Stanford nodded. "Good. Pines' don't mumble Dipper. You had better remember that."

Dipper nodded meekly before turning to leave. He was stopped suddenly when Mabel let out a shriek and threw her phone across the room. All the furniture began to rumble and Stanford and Dipper turned to see Mabel levitating and unconsciously controlling everything with her amulet, her unnaturally blue eyes glowed with dark and stolen power.

Stanford stepped back slightly in fear. Dipper on the other hand, took a brave step forward. The staff were either cowering or fleeing from the room in terror as Mabel's power grew more and more unstable. As Mabel's powers began to fling crockery around, Stanford desperately tried to use the rolled up newspaper in his hand to bat away the unusual projectiles.