Surrender A Gravity Falls Fanfic Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"Your reality is nothing but a delusional fantasy!" Mabel growled as she started walking away from the demon.

She didn't even walk away two feet when the demon grabbed her arm, pulling her back toward him.

"Why are you playing so hard to get?" Bill playfully pouted. Although he knew very well that Mabel was having none of his mind games.

"I'm playing impossible to get to get!" She snarled, trying to keep the tears that were forming in her eyes from falling. "Do you really think I'm going to give you the light of day after what you did to Dipper?! What you did to everyone we knew?!"

"Hah...! You keep forgetting that you and your peers sped the process along! You didn't see any of the signs when you had the chance!"

"But you manipulated him!" She protested.

"True... But who abandoned him when he needed them the most?"

"I..." She started.

"You did, Shooting Star..." He laughed. "Your brother was so desperate to prove to everyone that could do something of greatness. That day at the gym, you had the opportunity to come to your brothers aid; but what did you do, Shooting Star?"

Mabel stood there as the tears streamed down her face.

"I'm waiting... What did you do...?" His Cheshire smile was almost inhuman.

"I... didn't do...anything..." She said, swallowing the sob coming up her throat.

"Exactly... I saw the entire thing; and I saw how you sat there with your little friends. You sat there staring at Pine Tree with cold eyes... And when it was all over, I was there to dry his tears." The demon laughed at her heartbroken expression.

"But... you forced him to kill... You turned him into a murderer... You took everything that made him who he was away from him... Tell me you can't say that with a straight face..." The Pine girl whispered almost inaudibly.

Bill gave her a rather lopsided grin.

"I guess I have to admit that when you're right, you're right..." His expression darkened quite. "But you two had to get in my way!"

Mabel lowered her head in sadness as she thought about what Bill had said. Had she reached out to her brother when he needed the most, none of this would've happened at all. Now she had to live with the guilt and the shame everyday; and she had no idea what she could do to help her brother now.

"I've had enough..." Mabel turned away. "I'm going back to the dorm.

Without another glance she dashed away without giving Bill anytime to react.

She walked down the now almost empty streets.

Her thoughts were now a complete buzz.

She thought about everything that had led up to her situation. Her turning away from her brother, the bloodbath. The move from home... The mark on her neck... The thought that her friends were bewitched by the demon's beauty.

Could it have been possible for Mabel to avoid all of this had she saw through what was happening to her brother; or would it have not made a difference and the demon's attack would have come at more horrifying surprise?

No matter what Mabel wanted to believe could have happened, a part of her had the feeling the consequences would have been the same no matter what she did. Sure she could have defended her brother; and there wasn't a day that went by that she wished she could go back in time so she could back her brother up when he needed her to. But what good was that still going to do? Bill would have just continued to watch them in the shadows as he came up with another plan to ruin them.

Mabel swallowed a sob at the thought as she walked up the stairs to her dorm.

Unlocking it, she went inside and turned on the small lamp on her desk. A dim glow emitted in the room as Mabel changed into a baggy long sleeve shirt and some leggings she liked to sleep in.

She walked over to the mirror on her wall and stared deeply into it.

She looked the same she acted the same; so why didn't she feel the same? Even after all this time, she couldn't find footing within her normal life. Not that she would be fully able to. Not when her other half seemed so faraway.

"I wish... I just wish I could see you again... Just to see how you were..." The young woman thought to herself out loud.

As if the walls could hear her, a large blue flame burst forth in the middle of her room.

Mabel gasped as she saw that the flames weren't burning anything but instead, a faint image began to take form.

The girl cautiously moved closer to the flame when she image fully take shape.

Within the image sitting in a padded cell was a young man.

The young man had messy dark brown hair and was strapped into a white straight jacket; but the most frightening about this boy was his face.

The young man looked like he was closer to forty instead of nineteen with his pale dull looking complexion. He could not grow a beard with the exception of very limited stubble; and his eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

It take Mabel very long to realize who it was.

"Dip... Dipper...?" She could barely speak.

Within the image, Dipper could be seen sitting deathly still. His eyes only perked up slightly when the door to his cell opened and a nurse wearing white scrubs came in holding two small cups.

"Dipper... It's time for your medicine..."

Dipper only stared blankly at her.

She smiled.

"I promise that these will help you go to sleep... Now open up!"

Dipper blankly opened his mouth, allowing the nurse to pop the pills into his mouth. He swallowed them right after he closed his mouth.

"Let me see your tongue." She ordered.

The boy simply showed her his empty tongue.

"Good boy." She sighed taking out a syringe.

"We're going to put you to bed now Dipper. Be still as I administer the muscle relaxer.

Dipper didn't move.

The nurse shot the syringe into his leg and after a few seconds, Dipper had gone limp.

Two more workers came in to help get the limp boy out of his jacket before they took him to his bed in the far corner and strapped him down.

The left the room as the nurse bade goodnight, leaving the boy alone in his cell.

Dipper could only stare up the ceiling before his eyes could no longer stay open, and then he welcomed himself into a long dreamless sleep.

As soon as his eyes closed, the flame died away.

Mabel sank to her knees.

"Bro bro... How could you let this happened to you?" She whispered silently to herself.

She then thought about the letter that Stan had written to her about when he talked about how he gone to see Dipper right before he died; and how the boy was nothing but a shell of what he once was. Nothing was left but a cold husk that just existed day by day without any reason to thrive. The thought that Mabel had only seen an image while Stan had to bear witness it haunted the girl's very soul. She wished she could have been there as well. Maybe she could've said some comforting words to Stan afterwards. Maybe Dipper would've perked up if he saw them all together again. Maybe they could have freed Dipper and set things right again. Maybe things could have gotten better; but the damage had been done, and there was nothing Mabel could do about it.

Mabel was taken out of her thoughts when she heard a knock on her door.

The young woman pulled herself off the floor as she walked to the door. She opened the door to see David standing there.

"Hey there Mabel... I just wanted to see if you were okay." He said quietly.

"I'm fine... How's Chrissy?" She asked, trying to smile.

"She's fine... She's in my room sleeping the alcohol." The dark haired young man sighed.

Mabel rolled her eyes.

"Mabel would it be wrong of me to that I really don't like your boyfriend." David said, frowning.

Mabel stared at him with innocent eyes.

"It's just that... There's something about him that seems... sinister... Just looking into his eye I thought I saw the gates of hell."

Mabel wanted more than anything to openly agree with her friend, but with the fear that Bill would do something to him in a rage stopped the poor girl from opening her mouth.

"Or maybe I'm just jealous I guess... I don't know... I'm going to head back to my room and go to bed. Night..." He walked away.

"Night..." She quietly called after him.

She gently closed the door to see Bill was sitting on top of her bed. A cold howling wind seemed to whistle outside of her window.

Mabel wanted to scream at the demon to go away and leave her alone, but she desperately wanted someone to hold her tightly in their arms; and since the demon in front of her was the only one that could touch her...

Reading her mind, Bill held his hand out to her while he waved his other hand towards her lamp turning it off and leaving them both in darkness only lit by the demon's ominous eye.

"Come here..." He purred.

Not even hesitating, Mabel walked toward him, allowing the demon to hold her in his arms.

The young woman clutched his coat as she rested her head on his chest.

"I... I... didn't realize..." Was all she could say.

"Realize what, my pet?" The demon asked in hauntingly gentle voice.

"I didn't realize... how much Dipper had changed..." She sobbed. "His eyes were just so empty. My brother's gone...only a husk is left."

The young woman burst into tears as the image began to replay in her mind.

Bill laughed a little as he ran his fingers through her dark hair.

"And now you have fully realized that there is nothing more you can do to save him, Shooting Star. Pine Tree is to far gone."

"And now neither of us have anybody..." She sobbed.

"You still have me..." Bill whispered.

"Your company is something I'll never become accustomed to." She growled.

"Like now?" He laughed.

Mabel was about to retort when she realized that he was right. She wanted nothing to do with the demon, but at the same time, here she was being held in his arms.

Without anything else to say, the young woman went limp as she allowed the demon to play with her hair.

The demon laughed again as he kissed her forehead.

"Soon you'll see that this all so much better for you... You'll soon grow to enjoy being with me. From the looks of things, it seems that you may already have started."

"Don't flatter yourself..." Mabel growled.

The demon continued to laugh at her misery as he pulled his gloves off again revealing his claw like finger nails.

"Still quick witted, even after last time." He chuckled as he drummed his fingers against her cheek.

"I won't let you intimidate me!" She growled.

Mabel was about to get up when Bill grabbed her arm and let his nails slide down her arm leaving streaks of red behind.

The young woman cried in horror as she felt the stinging pain shot up her arm.

Not wanting to make matters worse, Mabel sat back down as the demon rested his hand on her face.

"You'll fight me every step of the way, won't you?" He laughed, insanely.

Mabel said and did nothing.

"I'll break you, Shooting Star. I'll break you just like I broke your brother."

Mabel swallowed back another sob.

The demon laughed cruelly as he her tightly within his grasp.

Mabel only sat within his arms, hoping that Dipper could somehow snap out of psychosis and come to her aid.

But deep in her heart, knew that was only wishful thinking.

And thinking really didn't seem to help her anymore.