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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria’s Prohpet 06

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**major manga spoilers **partial nudity

When we entered the hotel, the staff looked nervous. At least they recognized King Sinbad this time. Everyone knew about the battle at this point, and some of us had bandages, so there were no questions about our appearance.

Some mild pleasantries were shared while they secured their normal rooms. Ja'far added, "We'll be booking two more rooms as well. Both with 2 beds." "Make that three rooms. Two singles, and one double," Sinbad corrected confidently. At Ja'far's questioning look he explained, "Mori deserves a room to herself, and we can't ask Morgiana to-." "I don't mind sharing a room with Morgiana," I cut in. It might not be my money, but it still felt like a waste. "I insist." His smile was unwavering, and being an actual King, Sinbad got his way -not that either of us understood why I needed my own room. I decided not to look a gifted horse in the mouth. It was only going to be for one night anyway. A group of maids came to escort us to our rooms. Masrur was with the others and would be able to get them in when they arrived. Before we started walking, Ja'far turn to me. "Mori, you can give them your coat now so they can start cleaning it." He had a good idea -in theory. Part of me was surprised that was something the staff of a hotel would do, but I figured he wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't possible. All the same, "I'd rather wait until I get to the room." "They will take good care of it and will return it to you." Ja'far must have caught my nerves and misinterpreted. Again words escaped me, so I used my actions. I grabbed the collar of my hoodie with one hand and the zipper tab with the other. I unzipped my hoodie to the bottom of my ribcage. Nothing slipped out, but I was undeniably not wearing anything underneath. "M-my lady!” Ja'far stammered. The maids were equally shocked. Sinbad had that sparkle in his eye. I regretted all my life decisions. As a demi-ace I often forget that some people experience sexual attraction just because. I zipped my hoodie back up quickly and repeated, "I'd rather wait until I get to the room."

There was the absolute shortest silence as Ja'far calculated what to do. He turned to one of the maids and requested a change of clothes to be delivered to my room. I guess having money really can buy any service you want. After the maid ran off, Ja'far apologized for not accepting my 'no' the first time, but still reprimanded me for not acting with better manners; he wasn't wrong. My shame lead me to the back of the pack as we started walking. For the first minute we walked in silence. Then the waves began to pick up. The injured dungeon capturer joined me. "You know, Mori," Sinbad still looked tired, but his smile shown like gold, "I had thought that metal was a small decoration. Is it a magic item? I've never seen clothes stitch back together like that." "What?" Zippers weren't invented until the 1800's, and Magi seems to start at our equivalent of early AD to maybe the 1500's depending on the region, plus fantasy stuff -all pre-industrial revolution. This world didn't have clocks let alone the manufacturing technology to make a zipper...yet. "Oh right." I slowed down a bit and put some space between us and Ja'far with the maids. The king matched my pace. I explained about the interlocking teeth, and demonstrated a few times (but no more than 3in/7.6cm) before fully zipping back up. I ended with, "This is nothing. You wouldn't believe the technology I had back home." Sinbad had a look about him; he was definitely plotting. "Would you tell me about your home sometime?" Again my knowledge was the most valuable thing about me. Ja'far glanced back at his King. He knew what his master was planning, and so did I.

"I don't know, King Sinbad." I played coy. "Why should I tell you something so valuable for free?" He played along, and let his shoulders drop in fake disappointment. "So you still think I'm a scoundrel? I'm even paying for all of your expenses." I hummed. "As I remember it, you agreed to supply those things in exchange for learning my name and my predictions to help save Balbadd." He didn't look like he had been caught in the act. This was definitely being used as an excuse to bring up going to Sindria again. And this time I wasn't nervous. I continued, "I did my part. Don't tell me you want to change the terms now that you won't be getting anything else out of it- like a scoundrel would," ending with a teasing tone. He directed all his charms at me. "What if I want to make a totally new agreement?" It should be illegal for this man to smile while making eye contact. "Have you given it more thought? Coming with me, and becoming the Prophet of Sindria?" Bingo "I have." I couldn't hide my smile if I tried, so I broke eye contact and watched those in front of us. "But I won't make my final decision until I hear what you plan on offering in return." The dust had barely started to settle in Balbadd, yet the two of us were already trying to make good on the seeds we planted when we first met. We both wanted the same thing -even our waves were flowing together. "Oh?" Sinbad was being as playfully as I was. I felt his hand hit at my elbow then slide down my arm until he got to my hand. His fingers curled around mine and he brought my knuckles up towards his lips. My eyes followed our connected hands; the sight lead me back to his eyes. As soon as our eyes met he stopped us walking -putting all of my attention on him- and said, "I promise as the King of Sindria, if you bless us with your prophecies, you will want for nothing." Did he really need to use seduction whenever he wanted something from a perceived woman? It was affective and heartless. Since I knew his character so well I decided to view it as proof that I held value to him. I know how to control my expression when I need to, but I can't seem to keep from blushing when Sinbad is involved. I answered him with a smile, "What more could I ask for, my King?”

Sinbad's offer was about what I had anticipated. I'd be supplied with housing and food, and if I asked for something he'd get it for me as long as it was within reason. It would be like being a child living off of their parents with no disposable income of their own -and I wanted to be able to live as an independent adult. When my 'prophecies' run out some time in the next two to five years, and I loose my worth to him, how will I survive? It was too early to push for more. I had time to figure it out. At least, I'd have two years of guaranteed security. Sinbad's smile went from controlled flirty to prideful as he got what he was after. "Now you really are MY Beautiful Prophet." His grip tightened on my hand and he got us walking again. He seemed lighter on his feet as he guided me hand in hand. My free left hand flew to my face. I couldn't tell which of us I was more embarrassed for. I needed something else to focus on if I was going to survive his flirting. "I don't know how you're standing right now with all of your injuries -let alone flirting so hard." He laughed at my reaction. "Are you worried about me?" "Of course." I kept my eyes trained on the people in front of us. His blood was still on my clothes. It hadn't even been a day since he got those injuries, and yet I could feel through the bandages that the hole made by the ice spear was gone. "You literally couldn't stand on your own earlier. You may have mastered multiple Djinns, but you're still human." "If you're that worried about me, perhaps you'd like to look after me yourself." He pulled my hand closer to him again and of course the rest of me came with it. My shoulder bumped against his arm. He easily countered my attempt to damped the mood. He was definitely too smooth. "Watching you sleep does not sound like a good use of my time." I made a point of denying his risque implications. The idea of personally making sure he rested wasn't bad -I was into domestic stuff like that- but he obviously meant it in the most flirty and perverted way possible. Sinbad gave one last attempt to seduce me. "Since you're finally on my side; I was hoping we could get to know each other better." He had to be in pain with those injuries -even with magical treatment. So even if I ever was interested in a one-night-stand it definitely wouldn't be with someone in his condition. I removed my hand from his and put more space back between us. "We'll have plenty of time to talk later." Sinbad still had a playful tone but it was softer. "Is this another prophecy?" At least he knew how to take a hint. I answered without looking at him, "Yes, actually." He accepted my 'no,' so I felt like rewarding his good behavior. "Starting tomorrow afternoon we'll have plenty of time to talk." Sinbad was smart; he'd remember what I told him the previous day. The Kou Fleet would be arriving by this time tomorrow. There would be plenty of time to talk on the ship to Sindria. I was grateful that King Sinbad let me end the conversation. He walked next to me silently the rest of the way. It was strangely comfortable to have him right there. The calmer waves were nice too. I was dropped off at my room first and asked if there was anything else I needed or wanted besides the change of clothes that was on it's way. Sinbad was already trying to prove that I would "want for nothing." It would be better for me to accept the offer as a show of faith. After thinking it over for a moment, I asked for writing supplies. --- My room had multiple windows that let in a lot of natural sunlight during the day. There was a large bed with a canopy. Everything was covered in ornate patterns. It was a beautiful room. I might be more of a character artist than a background artist, but if I had the materials I'd be using the room as reference. Some maids showed up not long after I had finished looking around the space. They delivered the promised clothes, and 6 blank scrolls, a cloth pull-string bag, a few quills, a few bottles of ink, a cleaning clothe and a bottle for water. It was far more than I expected. I went behind the half wall and passed them all of the dirty clothes I had on. Instead of putting the new clothes on right away, I decided to wash up in the room's bathroom. Given the historical setting I really wasn't expecting much, but god bless anime contrivance. Sure, there wasn't running water, and I still had to use a chamber pot, but the soaps, conditioner and lotions provided were practically modern. India might have had the start of modern shampoo 3000 some years ago, but that wouldn't hold a candle to this. I had to be frugal with the water since I only had one large pot of it, but I managed to achieve a near normal level of clean. I caught my reflection in a mirror I only just noticed. Was this wish-fulfillment? Or just anime? My proportions felt the same, and that was definitely my bone structure. But seeing my breasts have some lift without a bra on was weird. I even ran around earlier without these lumps painfully bouncing around. It was unsettling, but extremely convenient. This couldn't be real life. Maybe I was in a self-indulgent fanfiction. I laughed at the thought. I shouldn't stand around naked. It was time to put on my new clothes. As someone who grew up in the preforming arts, and did historical reenacting (gov funded & SCA), I knew I could figure out how to put on whatever they had supplied me -I just wouldn't necessarily know the proper names for things. There was a white tunic, an over skirt, and a long cloth that reminded me of a cloth belt more than a decorative sash. They probably got me such nice things because I was a guest of a King. The tunic was tight in the usual places though. I didn't have any pins, so I had to leave the top unfastened. When tying the belt it pulled the front together more so the makeshift v-neck wasn't as exposing at least. The skirt was too long so I had to fold the top. If it wasn't for the cloth belt securing both tightly to my waist none of it would have fit. When I looked in the mirror I couldn't shake the feeling that an up-do would compliment the outfit. Luckily, I know how to put my hair in a bun with nothing to hold it. It wouldn't stay if I ran around, but I foresaw a lot of sitting down in my future so that wasn't a problem. My flip-flops didn't exactly complete the look, but whatever. Staring at my reflection gave me an odd feeling. I had worn similar enough clothes before as a reenactor, but I wasn't reenacting or dressing up for the fun of it. Clothes like these were going to become my new normal. And if I wanted my original clothes to last, I'd have to pack them away and never wear them again. I wasn't ready to visually discard my home yet. I felt tears forming. The Balbadd arc was technically over, but that didn't mean I had time to mourn yet. This wasn't just mourning my home. Thinking about my original clothes brought up the memory of Sinbad collapsing and bleeding on me which lead to the memory of people bleeding out on the street. If only I had acted sooner. If only I hadn't taken as long to accept that I'm here and should live in the present. I vowed to not allow anything like this to happen again. I started thinking about the future. It was easier than mourning. In the manga it states that the time between the end of the Balbadd arc and when King Sinbad returns from visiting the Kou Empire is six months, and that that was four months since the last time Alibaba saw the king. I couldn't explain it, but I could feel that fate would flow like in the manga instead of the anime in at least this aspect. Knowing I was going to be basically useless as a prophet for six months didn't sit well with me. I needed to think hard about the future and what I could do to change it -as well as what I shouldn't say. I had already promised that I would explain about the 2 times the world would almost be destroyed. The second time was Sinbad's fault. Could I really tell him this early that he would choose to destroy the world in the pursuit of his own greed? I didn't think so -especially not with David practically watching everything Sinbad does. There were roughly two years until the dark spot would form in Mognostadt, and Aladdin would agree to tell all of the leaders the story of the previous world. It was hearing that story paired with his savior/god complex and greed that sent Sinbad down the path of using David, and breaking into the Sacred Palace. There was a chance to prevent Aladdin from telling that story, but if I couldn't then I'd need to influence Sinbad enough that he wouldn't make the same decisions. I'd have 2 months to try to bond with Sinbad before he'd leave for the Kou Empire. Would it be worth the risk to try to go with him? Only 2 years until the turning point isn't a lot of time. The memory of Sinbad calling me "amazing" made me think that I had a chance to become someone he'd trust. At least I had already been making some kind of progress on Plan B. Plan A was making sure that Sinbad and co would arrive at Mognostadt before Aladdin would make the deal with Kouen. Depending on how early they got there, they might have to deal with the Reim's airships and bombs. Reim might have decided to join the Seven Seas Alliance right before the battle, but the Reim technology had caught everyone off guard. I actually knew how blimps and those explosives worked. Hell, with the magicians working in Sindria, all they'd need would be the knowledge of how the natural world works and they'd be able to exploit it much better than Reim by combining science with their magic. I had been a teacher for six years, a draftsman in tech for four years, and grew up in a science household. so I knew I had what was needed to bring this world into the modern era before Sinbad would in the manga. But should I do it? Sinbad had seemed interested in the technology of my world when I explained zippers. I could probably sell some of my knowledge. Then I'd be able to save up, so I'd be able to survive after running out of prophecies. I pulled out a scroll and made some test marks. Where would I start explaining the science behind blimps? How air isn't one thing? Would it be worth explaining to not use helium since it's flammable? Do I bother explaining the periodic table of elements? The affects heat has on air currents and weather? What about the flight mechanics of bird wings to make gliders or planes? I'd make it easy to understand later. For now I would write as much as I could remember. I left blank spaces here and there to go back to so I could fill in whatever I'd forgotten -I definitely didn't leave enough space in a few spots. I also made many diagrams. Isekai, or anime magic? Whatever it was, I adjusted much faster to using a quill pen than I anticipated. I had experimented with dip pens before and even made my own out of bamboo for a class, but I was never this fast or clean. The ink was slow to dry, so I let the scrolls hang off the table as I progressed along it. When I got stuck on how to explain something, I switched scrolls and wrote down everything that had happened and changed since I was Isekaied. It would help me figure out how things might change in the future. I didn't write down anything about the future directly just in case. This also gave me an excuse to draw for the first time in days. Since I was Isekaied 4 days ago, 2020 October 3rd, that meant it would be the 7th back home. I was missing all of the October art challenges. "'Remember Oct 3rd.'" I couldn't help but laugh. Fullmetal Alchemist had been a major hyper fixation for me back in middle school when it first came to the states. I even had 2 state alchemist pocket watches with that exact phrase etched on the inside. Now that phrase had a whole new meaning for me. I made a note to recreate all of my favorite stories if I could find the time -or at least write down as much as I could remember. I switched to writing about weather patterns.

The longer I wrote the easier it got. It still took a while with my poor night vision, but eventually my eyes did adjust to the light. I was on a roll or 4 (scroll pun). These scrolls were like a science fever dream. I even made one on biology and atoms and stuff. *Knock knock* I was surprised that someone was visiting so late. But then I could see the door very easily from the desk. I quickly turned to look at the windows. Sure enough, I had done an all-nighter. That would explain my growing headache. Maids were at the door. They returned my clothes. Most of the blood was out of the hoodie, but there were still a few spots along the seams where the stains didn't fully fade. You wouldn't see them unless you were looking for them though. The maids also told me that King Sinbad had a large breakfast prepared for everyone. I wanted to go -really- but the Kou fleet was coming and I wanted to pack ahead of time. I asked that they send my apologies and requested food be brought to me instead. My hands were shaking. Was it emotional or just physical exhaustion? I hadn't slept for 2 days in a row. I packed my clothes while I waited for the scrolls to dry more. It was nearly mid morning by the time the ink dried so I could finish. I left the room with everything I owned. I didn't plan on coming back. I couldn't find anyone until I left and saw Morgiana helping give out food. She let me know that everyone else was already at the Palace. I had been afraid that might be the case. I didn't know if I'd be allowed in, but I made my way there.

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walpurga-nacht-academy · 4 years

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Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 4

[Walpurga Nacht Academty]

[Prefect Meeting Room]

Rosa: [cough] Is- [cough] Is this for real?!

Cass: [cough] Th-There’s- [cough] so much smoke in here! My- [cough] My eyes are burning…

Agatha: [cough] Annoying… [cough]

Blanche: Wait- [cough] the smoke is clearing.

Diana: …

Rosa: E-EH?! Isn’t- Isn’t that a-

Diana: A djinn.

Rosa: He-He’s huge!! And is that smoke?!

Blanche: Djinns are elementals that take the form of smoke to facilitate easier travel. They do not have a body per se, but they are still capable of interacting with the material world.

Marcia: …

Rosa: Isn’t that kinda like cheating?!

June: HEY!! YOU SHITTY GHOUL! WHY ‘HE ‘ELL YA GONE AND DID ‘HAT, HUH?!

Vita: Hm~? My apologies, beanstalk. It seems that I am incapable of understanding that horribly awkward accent of yours. Perhaps speaking less like a swine might help, hm~?

June: YOU FUC-

[ROAR]

[GROUND SHAKING]

Cass: Eek!

Rosa: Woah, woah, woah! Wh-what’s going on?!

Blanche: Th-The noise!!

Diana: … Ugh.

June: It’s too fuckin’ loud!!

Vita: My~ What a great pair of lungs this creature has at his disposal~

June: Don’t ya smile, ya freak!

Agatha: Don’t… threaten… Big… Sis… !!

June: Haaaaaa?! Ya want to get pummeled, ya shit?! Outta my way ‘fore I-

Rosa: I-It stopped!

Blanche: … Finally.

Cass: Mi-Miss Dion! Are you alright?! Um, you suddenly collapsed-

Blanche: I’m fine, Cassandra. No need to worry. It was merely the noise.

Cass: Th-That’s such good news to hear!

Rosa: Eh? Diana? Are you ok? You’re holding your head.

Diana: Mm. Just wasn’t expecting that. But now it’s fine. I got it memorized.

Rosa: Me-Memorized? Huh?

Diana: Mm.

Rosa: … I-I don’t really get it, but you seem to have things under control! Still, that roar really freaked me out. Seriously, what the hell is up with that lamp, Marcia? You just said it wasn’t magic, but then it suddenly started spouting smoke and now this djinn came out? That’s way too- Marcia? Marcia? Hey! Are you listening to me? HEY!

Marcia: … [mumble]

Rosa: Huh? What was that?

Marcia: … a djinn…

Rosa: Eh? Don’t tell me you’re just realizing it?!

Marcia: It’s a djinn!!

Rosa: Ye-Yeah! I noticed! So what are we-

Marcia: AND I WASN’T THE ONE WHO SET IT FREE!

Rosa: .... Huh…?

Marcia: Shit! I can’t believe I missed a chance like this?! Aaaaaaaah!! This is so frustrating!!

Rosa: …

Marcia: Senpai, switch with me!! I’ll give you anything you want in exchange for that lamp!! Name your price! I’m begging you!

Rosa: SHE ACTUALLY DID IT! SHE’S PROSTRATING HERSELF ON THE GROUND! HAVE SOME DIGNITY AT LEAST, MARCIAAAAAAA!

Marcia: You moron!! Dignity means nothing in the face of such things! I’m throwing it all away! So, please, senpai!

Vita: Oh my~ How exciting~ To see you kneel before me like that certainly sends a shiver down my spine~

Agatha: Hehehehehehehe… dumb… chowder… finally… learned… its… place… Hehehehehehe!

Marcia: That’s right! That’s right! I’m just dumb, lowly chowder that should be trampled over! Oh, great senpai! Great sinister presence! I’m not worthy to stand before you! So, please, just the lamp and I’ll be gone!

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

June: HEEEEEEY! YA DUMBASS STAND UP! THE ‘ELL YA DOIN’?!

Marcia: SHUT IT!

June: ?!

Marcia: I’m not letting this sort of opportunity pass me by! Those wishes are gonna be mine!

June: … Ya really askin’ for a beatin’, ain’tcha? ‘Hat’s fine by me.

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia! Ple-Please don’t fight right now, um!

June: Don’t hold me back, Cass! I’ll pummel ‘his one and ‘hen the shitty ghoul’s next!

Vita: My, you certainly are like an enraged bull. Not surprising, considering your level of intelligence~

June: YA BI-

Diana: ENOUGH.

All: !!!

Cass: Mi-Miss Arrow…

Marcia: Di-Diana…

Diana: Vita. June. Fighting among ourselves makes us better targets.

June: …

Vita: …

Diana: We have other problems now.

Djinn: Oh? You’re talking about me? Yeah, I think you’re talking about me. About time, I’ll say! You really took your time getting me in this story, didn’t you?

Blanche: Story? Just what-

Djinn: But nevermind that! It’s all water over the bridge! Or water under the bridge? You know, I can never keep these things straight at all! You’d guess 100,000 years in a lamp would make you better at remembering stuff, but let me tell you, it sure doesn’t! Hahahahahaha!

Cass: Um…

Djinn: A-ny-way~ Can’t tell you all how glad I am to be finally out of that thing! I mean sure, the place’s great and all, and the landlord’s a real sweetheart - handsome, to boot too, not wanting to brag - but the room service sucked since you have to do everything yourself! Get it, ‘cause you’re all alone in there?

Rosa: …

Djinn: Wow, tough crowd tonight, isn’t it? What, a kappa sucked out your sense of humor? HA! Kappa joke! Get it?! Hilarious, right?

Diana: …

Djinn: Yeesh. Got a warmer reception by the Moss Fairies up in the Mountains. HA! Though let me tell you those girls can partaaaaaay! Wooo, most fun I had that entire century!

Agatha: … Annoying.

Djinn: Woah, woah, woah! That was seriously rude! Didn’t your parents teach you better? I sure hope you’re not the one who summoned me if you’re just gonna act like that. Speaking about that~

Rosa: Woah! Way too close!

Cass: Eek!

Djinn: Which one of you loooooovely ladies just so happened to wake me up from my nap, hm?

Rosa: Eh? Ah, that was…

Marcia: SENPAI! PLEASE! I REST AT THE FEET OF YOUR GLORIOUS SELF AND BEG FOR MERCY!

Vita: Oh, if ‘tis be the case… Hm~ Very well~

Diana: …

Blanche: You’re just going to hand it over like that?

Vita: What a distrustful gaze~ Do you think me so heartless that I would viciously ignore such an earnest cry?

Agatha: Big… Sis… is… really… kind… hehehehehehe...

Rosa: Aaah, that’s somehow really hard to picture…

Agatha: That’s… because… the… amoeba’s... brain… is… too… small...

Rosa: Why-

Marcia: YAHOOOOO! Alright, alright, alright! After everything that happened… all the hardship… all the hard work… I’m finally getting my well-earned reward! Aaaah, it’s like I’m floating with overflowing happiness~

Rosa: She’s definitely gone…

Blanche: It seems so…

Marcia: Djinn!

Djinn: Hm? What’s up?

Marcia: Yo-You’re kinda more informal than I imagined… But nevermind that! You asked about your master, didn’t you?! Well, here she stands!

Djinn: Oh? It’s you?

Rosa: Hey, is it just me or does this guy sound kinda disappointed?

Djinn: Hm~ I was hoping it would be that buxom, long haired one over there, but I guess a tomboy with short hair works well too~

Marcia: A-Ah, the standards for Masters are kinda… Uh, nevermind! I’ll have my three wishes now, please! First, I want a super huge vault filled with money that keeps filling up no matter how much you take out of it! Next, I want a potion that can cure any ailment in existence and give you eternal health! Then, I want-

Djinn: Oh, about that… No can do.

Marcia: Hu-Huh?! What do you mean “No can do”?! You’re a djinn, right?! You fulfill your Master’s wishes, don’t you?!

Djinn: Well, normally, yeah…

Marcia: Then what’s the problem?! I’m your Master, aren’t I?!

Djinn: Hm, I guess I have to settle for you… But, you’re wrong about the wish-granting thing.

Marcia: … What?

Djinn: Sure, us, djinn, usually do that sort of stuff. Granting wishes. Making people rich. Getting them the date of their dreams… However, I’ve decided to leave all that behind!

Marcia: …

Djinn: It’s all become so passe, you know? It’s more the stuff your grandparents would do, and I’m just not about that. So, I said screw it. After all, you’ve only got an eternity, right? Why waste it on a soul-crushing job?

Marcia: …

Rosa: Mm, is it just me or is he making sense here?

Blanche: Rosalia…

Djinn: That’s it! You get it, strawberry shortcake! I gotta be a free man! Make my own choices!

Blanche: Is that so… ?

Djinn: Oh, yeah! That’s why I decided to pursue comedy instead!

Rosa: Eh?! Really?! Me too!

Djinn: No way! Guess it was fate that brought us together, cutie pie!

Rosa: Eh! Th-That’s way too close!

Djinn: So, tell me a little about yourself! What do you like to do? Besides being drop dead gorgeous~!

Rosa: Ugh!

Agatha:... Gross.

Vita: My~ It seems that our dear acquaintance fancies himself a bit of a charmer~

Marcia: …. No way.

Vita: Hm~?

Marcia: No way…

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis?

Marcia: NO WAAAAAAAAY!

Cass: Eek!

Blanche: !!!

Djinn: Hm?

Marcia: You’ve got to be kidding me! What kind of twisted joke is this, huh?! To have the rug pulled from beneath my feet just when I was about to reach the promised paradise! What sort of being would take such pleasure in this cruelty?!

Vita: Fufu.

Djinn: Hey, hey, girlie! I feel like that is a dig at me, ain’t it?

Marcia: Dig?! This is more a questioning of your entire existence! If you were just planning on being useless from the beginning then why’d you even come out of that lamp, huh?!

Blanche: Marcia! Calm down.

Marcia: I refuse to! This sort of trauma can’t be overlooked just like that! Aaaah! I’ve never wanted to become more like the paint on the walls than now!

Blanche: She’s completely stopped making any sense…

Djinn: Woah, just chill, won’t you? Can’t believe I’m getting a reception like this from my own Master. Talk about bad management, huh? Sure, you ain’t getting those wishes. But who cares?

Marcia: I do!! I very much do!! It’s my whole reason for existing! Now I’m just a spineless jellyfish carried by currents! What’s the point in even existing like this, huh?!

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

Djinn: Yeesh. That’s a bit over dramatic… Listen here girlie, you’re not getting those wishes. You’re getting something even better!

Marcia: … Huh? Really?

Djinn: Oh yeah! Drum Rolls please!!

[Drum Rolls]

Djinn: You’re getting the ultimate, most coveted, chance of a lifetime opportunity ooooooooof…

MARRYING ME!

Marcia: … Eh… ?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?

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my-lady-knight · 4 years

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Favorite Reads of 2020

I take back everything I said last year about how 2019 was a comparatively bad reading year for me. 2020 was even worse. I only read 48 books, I could barely focus on reading even when I did find a book I liked, and, just like last year, I ended up with fewer favorites than usual. Starting in August I’ve been having trouble reading any written media that isn’t TOG fic. And some of my eagerly awaited releases by favorite authors ended up being disappointments (Deeplight by Frances Hardinge and Phoenix Extravagant by Yoon Ha Lee).

2020—the year that keeps on giving.

I sincerely hope 2021 will be a better year in all respects, including my reading habits, but, as with everything else, who knows.

Regardless, here’s my list of favorite reads of 2020, in chronological order of when I read them:

Network Effect by Martha Wells

I’d read the first four Murderbot Diaries novellas when they first came out and enjoyed them, but I didn’t fall head-over-heels in love with them. Maybe because they were novellas, and too short to get fully invested? Possibly. As it turns out, Network Effect is the novel-length fifth entry in the Murderbot Diaries that turned me into full-on squeeing fan—SecUnit, aka Murderbot, continues to be its delightfully acerbic, antisocial self, SPOILER makes another appearance and oh how I’d missed this character, the supporting cast is fun and endearing, and the novel-length story means there’s time and space for the brand-new corporate espionage/colonization/alien civilization murder mystery to unfold and spread its wings. (Sounds like a Sanctuary Moon plot tbh). SecUnit is possibly my favorite non-human fictional character atm, and I am now fully on-board for every and any new story in the series.

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

When I first heard about this book and read the words “time travel romance”, I immediately went, “Nope, not gonna read.” I don’t like reading time travel stories, and honestly, I was imagining it to be something like The Time Traveler’s Wife, which granted I haven’t read but also sounds like it’d be the opposite of my cup of tea.

And then I went to a reading where Amal and Max took turns reading chapters – letters written by Red and Blue, enemy agents who repeatedly taunt and thwart the other’s plans to ensure their side is the one to win the time war and who can’t resist smugly outlining just how they’re staying one step ahead of the other – and the prose was witty and gorgeous and clever and intricate, and Red and Blue were snarky and arrogant and talented and fun. I had to read it. And I ended up loving it, this enemies-to-lovers story that is a meld of fantasy and science fiction such that they’re indistinguishable from the other, where the past is as equally fantastical and alien and imaginary as the future, where Red and Blue’s power play transforms into something different and scarier and more intimate than either of them imagined.

To Be Taught, If Fortunate by Becky Chambers

Becky Chambers has done it again, writing a gentle, hopeful story about humans working together out of a share a love and fascination for scientific exploration and wonder for all the possibilities the entirety of space can hold. With the advent of both space travel and technology that alters human physiology to allow them to survive otherwise inhospitable environments, a team of four astronauts and scientists have embarked on a mission to ecologically survey four distant planets and the life forms that inhabit them, from the microscopic to the multicellular—not to conquer, but to record and to learn and to share the gathered knowledge with the rest of Earth. In the meantime, lightyears away, Earth is going through decades without them, and the four of them must also contend with a planet that may have forgotten their existence—or that’s abandoned the entire space and scientific exploration program.

Reading Becky Chambers is the literary equivalent of sitting down with a warm mug of my favorite tea on a bad day – I always feel better at the end and like I can imagine a future where humanity does all the wonderful things we’re capable of doing.

A Song for a New Day by Sarah Pinsker

I started reading this book right as NYC was gearing up to go into lockdown, which should have made this a terrible choice to continue reading since part of the premise is that a combo of multiple stochastic terror attacks and a brand-new, deadly plague upend the world as everyone knows it by causing the U.S. to pass laws that keep people physically apart in public for their own safety and make concerts, theatre, and any other kind of artistic gathering obsolete.

But that’s largely just the set-up, and the real story is that of Luce Cannon, an up-and-coming singer-songwriter who played the last major concert in the before times who twenty years later performs in illegal underground concerts, and Rosemary, a younger music-lover who’s only lived in the after-times, and who’s taken a new job scouting out talent to add to the premier virtual entertainment company’s roster of simulated concerts.

It’s a love letter to live music and what it feels like to connect and build community via music in unusual and strange and scary times, the energy involved in making music for yourself, for an audience, exploring the world around you, imagining and advocating for a better tomorrow, and embracing the fear, the possibility, and the power of change, both good and bad. This was the book I needed to read at the beginning of the pandemic, and I’m thankful I ended up doing so.

The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2019 edited by John Joseph Adams and Carmen Maria Machado

When I end up loving half of the stories in an anthology and greatly enjoying all but two of the rest, that’s the equivalent of a literary blue moon for me. My favorites included the following;

"Pitcher Plant" by Adam-Troy Castro

"Six Hangings in the Land of Unkillable Women" by Theodore McCombs

"Variations on a Theme from Turandot" by Ada Hoffmann

"Sister Rosetta Tharpe and Memphis Minnie Sing the Stumps Down Good" by LaShawn M. Wanak

"The Kite Maker" by Brenda Peynado

"The Secret Lives of the Nine Negro Teeth of George Washington" by P. Djèlí Clark

"Dead Air" by Nino Cipri

"Skinned" by Lesley Nneka Arimah

"Godmeat" by Martin Cahill

"On the Day You Spend Forever with Your Dog" by Adam R. Shannon

Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

No one is more surprised than me that Harrow is on this list, given that I am one of approximately three people in the universe who did not unequivocally love Gideon the Ninth.

And yet the sequel worked for me.

Maybe because this time I already knew and was used to the way the world and the Houses worked, and I knew to not take anything I read for granted because I could be guaranteed to have the rug pulled out from under me without even realizing. Maybe Harrow’s countdown/amnesia mystery worked better for me than Gideon’s locked room mystery. Maybe the cast of characters was more manageable and fewer of them were getting murdered left and right before I got a chance to get used to them (and some of them even came back!) Maybe it’s that Harrow blew open the potential and possibilities Gideon hinted at and capitalized on just how fucking weird and mind-blowing the whole premise is in a way that felt incredibly and viscerally satisfying.

Also SPOILER happens three-quarters of the way through. That was pretty fucking awesome.

Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark

P. Djélí Clark is a master of melding history and fantasy in ways that are in turn imaginative and clever (his fantastical alternate-history, early 20th-century Egyptian novel A Master of Djinn is one of the books I’m most looking forward to in 2021), while also using fantasy to be frank and incisive about the history of American antiblack racism (as in the above linked story in The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2019). Ring Shout combines the late-nineteenth and early 20th-century history of the rise and normalization of the KKK with Lovecraftian supernatural horror, in which the release of The Birth of a Nation summoned literal monsters (called Ku Kluxes) that became part of the KKK’s ranks. Maryse Boudreaux is a Black woman who’s part of a grassroots organization hunting both the monsters and the human members in order to keep the Klan at bay. However, there’s soon to be another summoning ritual atop Stone Mountain that will unleash even more Ku Kluxes into the world, and Maryse and her friends are running out of time to prevent it from happening.

Maryse is a fantastic character, as are her two friends—brash, unapologetic Sadie and WWI veteran, weapons expert Chef—her mentor and leader of the Ring Shout group Nana Jean, and all the other members of the group who work and fight together as a team and a family. Maryse’s past and the journey she goes on in the book to uncover the truth and stop the summoning is harrowing and heart-stopping, the supernatural elements are both horrific in and of themselves while also undergirding the real-life horror of the KKK and the hatred they engender. It’s smart, it’s fun, it’s eye-opening, and it’s also being turned into a TV show starring KiKi Layne. It’s really, really good.

The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley

“Stick to the brief.” This is the maxim given to Dietz and all the other soldiers who join the war against Mars, where soldiers are broken down into light to travel to and from their assigned battlefields instantaneously. Only Dietz isn’t experiencing the jumps like everyone else – Dietz, like Billy Pilgrim in Slaughterhouse-Five, has become unstuck in time and is experiencing all the battles in the mission briefs out of chronological order, to the point that Dietz starts to build a picture of a war and a reality that’s been sold to Dietz and everyone else on Earth as pure fiction.

I’ve always appreciated Kameron Hurley’s stories, but this is the first book where she fully succeeded at writing the book she set out to write—it’s fast-paced science fiction thriller in the form of a loaded gun that takes brutal aim at late-stage capitalism, modern military warfare and the dehumanization of everyone involved on all sides, the greed of ungovernable governing corporations, nationalistic and military propaganda, the mythology of citizenship and inalienable rights, and it’s viscerally bloody and violent without being grotesque in the way all of Kameron Hurley’s books are. Especially important for me, I loved that Dietz went through the entire book not being gendered in any way, shape, or form (those last five pages didn’t exist, what are you talking about), and I love in general that Kameron Hurley is committed to writing non-male characters who aren’t less violent or fucked-up or morally superior to men just because they’re not men.

Other Words for Home by Jasmine Warga

Middle grade is a hard sell for me these days, as are books in verse, and I wouldn’t have known this book existed if it weren’t for the Ignyte Award nomination list earlier this year. As it turns out, this book, the story of Jude, a pre-teen girl who wants to be an actress who leaves Syria and the encroaching civil war with her mom to go live in the U.S. with her uncle and his white wife and their daughter while her dad and older brother stay behind, is full of beauty, curiosity, humor, confusion, grief, pain, and joy, and the poetic prose is both lyrical, nuanced, and perfectly fitted to Jude’s voice. I devoured this book in one day, which is the quickest amount of time it took me to read any book this year, including novellas.

Darius the Great Deserves Better by Adib Khorram

The first book Darius the Great Is Not Okay was one of my favorite books in 2018, and I’m ecstatic that the sequel is equally as amazing.

It’s been approximately half a year since Darius went to Iran, met his maternal grandparents in person for the first time, and found his best friend in Sohrab, and in that time he’s come out as gay, joined the soccer team, got an internship at his favorite tea shop, and started dating for the first time. Darius is also working through some things though—when and if he wants to have sex with his boyfriend, his grandfather’s worsening illness, his dad’s recent depressive episode, his emotionally distant paternal grandmothers on his coming for an extended stay, the fact that he’s getting to know and growing closer with one of his teammates who’s best friends with Darius’s years-long bully, and a bunch else.

Darius the Great Deserves Better has the same tender and vulnerable emotional intimacy as the first book, more conversations over tea, new instances involving the mortifying ordeal of being a cis guy with a penis, even more Star Trek metaphors, and so much growth for Darius as he works through a lot of hard situations and feelings, and strengthens his relationships with all of the people in his life he loves and cares about. I can’t think of any other book that’s like these two books, and I love and treasure them dearly.

The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson

I had zero awareness of this book until a bunch of SFF authors started praising it on Twitter a couple months before the release date, and I was intrigued enough to get a copy from the library. I loved this book. I happened to be reading it right at the time of the presidential election, and it phenomenally served the purpose of desperately-needed distraction from the agony of waiting out the ballot counts.

It’s book about the power behind borders, citizenship, exploitation, and imperialism, set in a late-late-stage capitalist future, in which a prodigy invented the means to access and travel to slightly divergent parallel universes to grab resources and data – but only if the other universe’s version of “you” isn’t there. It’s the story of a woman named Cara – poor, brown, born in the wastelands outside the shelter, security, and citizenship privileges of Wiley City – who’s comfortably employed to travel to all the parallel worlds no one else can visit, because all her counterparts in those worlds are dead from one of the myriad ways Cara herself could have died growing up. It’s the story of Cara traversing the muddied boundaries between her old life and her new one, the similarities and differences between her own life and that of her counterparts, as well as the figures of power who defined and shaped her and her counterparts’ existences, and solving a mystery involving the unexplained deaths of several of her counterparts and the man who invented multiverse technology.

It’s a story of the permeability of selfhood and self-determination, and complexity of power dynamics of all kinds – interpersonal, familial, collegial, intimate – and the interplay between violence and stability and identity, and how one can be both powerful and powerless in the same dynamic. It’s a story with literary sensibilities that is unequivocally science fiction, written with laser-precise prose that flays Cara open and puts her back together again.

I worry this description makes this book sound dry and removed when reading this book made me feel like I was coming alive every time I delved back into it. This is a book I cannot wait to reread again to experience the brilliance and skill and thoughtfulness and emotion of Micaiah Johnson’s writing. I have no clue what, if anything, she’s writing next, but I have a new favorite author.

Honorable Mentions

Catfishing on CatNet by Naomi Kritzer

With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo

The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo

Stormsong by C. L. Polk

The City We Became by N. K. Jemisin

Sisters of the Vast Black by Lina Rather

Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh

The Haunting of Tram Car 015 by P. Djèlí Clark

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke (I feel bad putting it here and not in the first list – it is undeniably a modern classic and a brilliantly crafted book! But I had zero interest in any of the Italy chapters, and I found the way he finally figured out how to access fairy magic by essentially making himself mad to be both disappointing and narratively unsatisfying.)

War Girls by Tochi Onyebuchi

For my yearly stats on books written by POC authors, in 2020 I read a total of 24 books (one of which was co-authored by a white author), which is fewer than last year (30). However, because I also read fewer books this year overall, this is the first year ever that I achieved exactly 50-50 parity between books written by POC and white authors. I honestly wasn’t expecting this to happen, as I stopped paying deliberate attention somewhere around April or May. Looking over my Goodreads, the month of September ended up doing a lot of heavy lifting, since that’s when I read several books by POC authors in a row for the Ignyte Award nomination period. But also, it does look like the five or so years of purposefully aiming for 50-50 parity have materially affected my reading habits, by which I mean even when I’m not keeping my year’s count in mind, I’m still more likely to pick up a book by a POC author than I was five years ago when I had never kept track at all. My goal for next year is to once again achieve 50-50 parity and to not backslide.

#long post #book recommendations #book recs #favorite books of 2020

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pilyarquitect · 5 years

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ohh i loved ur gene oneshot. can u please do another one with faris protecting him from merlock.

76. "You're not alone, I'm right here."

Faris Djinn jumped roof by roof, he found out that travel through the roofs was faster than go walking or running for the streets. Djinn was back in Duckburg, with a self-imposed mission. Faris heard that Merlock’d returned, he knew that the meaning of this fact. Faris knew perfectly well that with Merlock close, Gene the Genie would be in a great danger.

“I hope I’m not late”

Djinn learned since he was a child some old stories told by his family that Gene was a friend of his predecessor, the Genie that fall in love and lost his powers. Knowing that both genies where friends, Faris felt the need to protect Gene, he owed this to him, for his old friendship with his predecessor.

Faris also knew that Gene was living in the McDuck manor. The rich duck founded Gene’s lamp in one of his adventures where he went with the kids, and even if Gene still didn’t fulfill Scrooge’s three wishes, the richest duck in the world allowed the Genie to live with them, giving Gene the chance to live like an ordinary person. That was a nice move from Scrooge, even if in Faris opinion he’d give Gene the freedom.

Djinn jumped to another building and his goal appeared at his eyes.

The McDuck manor.

Faris could just wish that it wasn’t too late to save Gene from Merlock’s hands. Djinn sighed, the night seemed to be very calm, nothing was moving around, everything was quiet, everything-

Suddenly, the ground started to tremble. Faris almost fall because of this unexpected earth movement. The just arrived to Duckburg raised his eyes and what he saw made him gasp in surprise. The McDuck manor started to rise in the sky. What was going on?

Oh no, could it be…? Djinn ran as fast as he could and he arrived to hang on a tree’s root just in time. From there, he managed to climb to the manor. After a lot of effort, he finally got to the building and then, he managed to get in without being noticed.

Djinn moved through the hallways and then he arrived to the living. Once he was there, the first thig he saw was the entire McDuck family chained up together. Their ghost manservant was trapped inside a special glass box that didn’t let him go through the glass. Merlock was staring in front of the trapped family, with Gene floating next to him.

With a closer look Djinn found Gene’s lamp there, with Merlock’s amulet (that allowed the dark sorcerer the chance to get all the wishes he wanted) on it. Suddenly Merlock started to laugh and with joy voice he said to the chained family:

“You Scrooge, I won, I always win”

Scrooge narrowed his eyes and talking with angry voice, he said:

“Oh, don’t be so arrogant, the ones that are like you always lose, at the end”

Merlock laughed more than before and with joyful voice he looked at Gene and he replied saying:

“Are you sure about that? I’ve the genie under my complete control, even if you manage to get the lamp, he’s under a spell, he’ll never obey you”

“I still have my three wishes; he’ll have to fulfill them!” shouted Scrooge struggling to get free from his chains. The movements he made produced disagreement noises from the rest of the family who suddenly found themselves pushed by their family head.

Merlock smiled and shocking slowly his head, he answered to the rich duck:

“No, no, no Scrooge it won’t work, he won’t fulfill your wishes, my spell won’t allow anyone but me get their wishes, there’s no person alive that could ever break my spell, is a very special one”

Merlock laughed again and shrugging, he suddenly admitted:

“Well actually, there’s maybe one kind of people who could break it”

“Who?” asked Della, Faris learned her name during the moonvasion, and he also discovered that she was the triplets’ mom.

Merlock looked at the duck women with a giant smile and he answered to her:

“Another genie or… something impossible, a descendant of a genie”

Really? that was unexpected and a completely lucky movement, if just Merlock knew who was him, he wouldn’t explained that.

Completely ignorant of his presence, the dark sorcerer continued talking:

“So, who cares? You’ll never be able to escape and you’ll never be able to find someone capable to break my spell”

Djinn decided that it was time to move, running fast and stealthily, he managed to get the lamp, once in his hands, he turned to Merlock and called him saying:

“You monster! How’d you dare to do this to my friends?!”

All the people turned to look at him, the McDuck-Duck family was obviously happy to see him, while the dark sorcerer and Gene were completely confused for this intruder presence. Looking at him, he noticed that he’d taken the lamp, this made Merlock completely furious, and with dangerous voice, he shouted:

“What? Who are you?”

“My person doesn’t matter! What matters is what I’ll do” was Faris answer.

His words, made Merlock laugh, if just he knew… Merlock looked at him and he said with mocking voice:

“Oh really? and what exactly will you do?”

“I’ll ask for my wishes” answered Faris raising the lamp to let Merlock see it. The dark sorcerer laughed more than before and he said then:

“Fool, didn’t you listen to me?”

“I listen to you, and because of that I know I can do it! Are you ready Gene?” answered Djinn again and taking the amulet off of the lamp at the same time.

Gene looked surprised, and a little shocked, he answered:

“Y-yes… are you sure about that?”

“Trust me” said Faris with a confident smile in his face. Then with hard expression, Faris shouted:

“I wish you to leave Merlock without any kind of powers!”

Gene smiled, he probably discovered that he could fulfill this wish, so with a giant smile in his face he said:

“As you wish, new and cool master”

Gene fulfilled Faris wish, and this produced that Merlock’s face changed completely and confusion mixed with anger appeared on his expression when he felt his powers leaving him. Then with shocked voice he shouted:

“What? No! that’s impossible! How could you-?”

“I’m a genie’s descendant” said Faris with a confidant smile.

Merlock’s face turned to white and completely furious he screamed:

“Impossible!”

Now was Djinn turn to laugh and with joyful voice, he said to the dark sorcerer:

“You think so? Gene, I wish you to fix all the damage Merlock has done that includes of course free our friends”

“Immediately!” answered Gene with a joyful smile in his face and instantly fulfilled Djinn second’s wish.

At this point, Merlock was clearly scared, his since now sure victory was destroyed, and he was defeated and without powers. He had nothing.

“No, no, no! What have you done?!” screamed Merlock staring at Djinn a deadly look.

Faris took a step forwards and he answered with strong voice at the same time that he drew his sword:

“I did, what I had to do, now prepare to be defeated for my sword”

Merlock’s eyes opened in fear, and taking some steps back, he said:

“This won’t end like this! I’ll take my revenge!”

Merlock turned his body and started to run, scaping from there. Djinn considered on following him, but he thought it’d be a waste of time, he was powerless now, just a normal man like the others. Turning to the rest of the presents, he said:

“It’s over now”

All the presents in the room smiled except one. Faris turned to him and with worried voice, he asked:

“Gene? What happens?”

Gene looked at him with an obvious scared face, and then with trembling voice, he answered:

“You’ve heard him, he’ll come back to take his revenge, even without powers he’s dangerous, none close to me is safe”

"What are you talking about Gene?” asked Faris. Gene looked at him and a little confused, he asked:

“W-what?”

Djinn looked at him gentle and then he answered:

“You're not alone, I'm right here. He’ll never hurt you again, okay?"

Gene sobbed and still with trembling voice, he said then:

“Y-yes, but… who are you anyway?”

Faris smiled and with happy voice, he said:

“I’ve already said it, I’m a genie descendant, and I’ll add that you probably knew him, he was my great, great, great, great, great, great, great-grandfather, his name was-”

“Jinn! You’re talking about Jinn, aren’t you?” said Gene cutting Djinn explanation. Faris smiled more than before and then he answered:

“Yes, he was released from his lamp and got married”

Gene looked nostalgic and then he talked again:

“Yes… I heard about that; he was plenty of happiness while he lived. So you… you’re a descendant of Jinn?”

Djinn nodded and Gene’s smile increased waching it, he seemed plenty of happy knowing that he was free from Merlock now thank to a descendant of an old friend.

But Gene’s happiness was about to be absolutely complete when Scrooge McDuck talked suddenly saying:

“Lad… after all what happened, I’ve been thinking, and I realized that you’ll only be free and safe from Merlock if aren’t a genie anymore, just Gene”

“Does it mean…?” started to ask Gene looking at the rich duck with his eyes totally opened and a shock expression in his face.

Scrooge nodded at him with a smile in his beak, and then turning to Faris, the richest duck in the world, said:

“Djinn? Do you want to do the honors?”

“It’ll be a pleasure” answered Faris smiling to. Then he turned to Gene and formulated his last wish:

“Gene, I wish your freedom”

The lamp started to levitate at the same time that a light covered it and Gene. When the light disappeared, Gene and the lamp fallen to the ground. Slowly, Gene got up looking at his hands, his smile got bigger. Suddenly, he ran to Scrooge and hugged him saying:

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Scrooge laughed and pointing at Faris, he said:

“Don’t say it to me, say it to Djinn, he is the real hero here”

Gene smiled at him gentely and repeated the process to run to Faris an hug him. Djinn accepted the hug and returned it to the ex-genie.

While they were hugging, Scrooge approached to them and putting a hand on Faris shoulder, he said to him:

“Lad, your predecessors would be very proud of you”

Djinn looked at the rich and totally grateful for his word, he said:

“Thank you Mr. McDuck”

That night, all the family made a special dinner with Faris and Gene to celebrate their great victory over the dark sorcerer Merlock.

In this all Saint day, I give you a new one-shot request, I got three requests with Faris Djinn and Gene the Genie so I hope you won’t mind it I put all of them together.

I’ve other requests to do, I know, but my time to write’s been incredibly decreased, so the updates for the new requests will be more distant each other. Even that, I promise that I’ll try to do all of them.

After saying that, I got a request with count dckula. I’ve to be honest, I’ve never seen this show, so I’ve no idea how to do this request :’( I’m so sorry.

#prompt list #ducktales 2017 #faris djinn #Gene the Genie #merlock #duckfam

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drkoestersmithrpg · 4 years

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But Obey?

Peter started a little, confused at the sound. He was certain he had never heard Tony knock before. He went to the door and opened it.

Tony entered the room with a tense and frightened look. Peter tried to smile in a comforting way as he took Tony by the hand and led him to the bed. Tony was nervous. But Peter already knew that. Knew it when Tony knocked instead of just entering. Peter thought they might kiss for a while, might hold each other before they talked. But it hurt Peter’s chest to see the worry in his friend’s eyes. There was no more putting it off. He sat down on the bed, but Tony chose to stand.

“All right. You want me to tell you why I asked you to meet me here. Although you didn’t have to knock on your own bedroom door…”

“Your bedroom,” Tony corrected softly. “This is your chamber.”

“…oh. Yeah… I guess… okay.”

Tony stood at attention, although his head a little bowed. He waited.

“Tony,” Peter said, his voice breaking. How he longed to just hide in his lover’s arms and forget about all of it, or else just hide under the blankets until it went away. But it was too late for that. He took a deep breath and plunged forward.

“Tony, I’ve been reading Abe Sexton’s journals for the past four days and I’ve… I’ve been learning things. Disturbing things. Like… the seal of Incêndio? When each Post Patriarch inherited you, they put you under a seal that would burn you if you disobey them? But each man had to one-up the Patriarch that came before him, so that his seal would burn you worse than the seals that came before? So the new Patriarch could force you to disobey old orders because the new orders hurt worse?”

Tony was watching his face carefully, warily. Now he was making tiny movements, shaking his head, just barely, to say “No.”

“No?”

“Yes…” Tony struggled to explain. “But the seals fade in time, after the death of each magician, the seals fade… the pain fades…”

“So they didn’t even have to… oh god… that makes it worse Tony, not better. All these seals… they’re just there to put you in more pain than the pain that came before. And that thing that Thomas Post did to you, when they gathered the three black animals to force you to tell the truth about what you did to Tom Dylan. That was to make it hurt three times worse than whatever command Tom Dylan gave you…”

“And to strengthen me three times,” Tony said, almost too quietly to hear. He clearly didn’t want to argue, but he also clearly disagreed. “To make me strong, three times stronger than Tom Dylan’s command…”

“That’s NOT what Abe Sexton said!” Peter argued. Although, secretly, he hoped it was true. Maybe Abe Sexton had gotten it wrong. “I’ve been reading his journals, Tony, and he said some terrible things.”

“Sometimes… novice magicians… make mistakes….”

“So… so if Tom Dylan had commanded you to not tell anyone what you had done, and then Thomas Post put you in the seal and commanded you tell the truth…”

“I would have spoken the truth.”

“And it would have hurt.”

“Yes, but I would be stronger within the seal.”

“And to disobey Thomas Post would have hurt worse…”

“To disobey Thomas Post, inside the seal, would have been impossible.”

“Because the most powerful magician is the one who can hurt you the most. Can hurt you so badly that you’ll be too distracted to notice your being punished for disobeying the first magician. That’s what all this is about, that’s what I wasn’t getting…” Peter almost doubled over with the pain of it all, his hands fisted on the edge of the bed. He had eagerly reached for Abe Sexton’s journal when he thought he recognized the name. Poured through blocky, perfectly spaced handwriting of dozens upon dozens of journals, benefiting from Abe’s compulsion to document everything that happened in his family. Peter thought he had discovered the ultimate treasure – until Abe turned 16.

Some of it was impossible to understand. Abe liked to write in German and Latin, and sometimes in a language that Peter suspected he made up himself. But his disgust saturated every page. He was livid as he described “magician’s duels” that, in essence, subjected Methuselah to various types of pain, forcing the demon servant to serve the strongest magician. And yet Abe also seemed hell-bent on becoming a powerful magician himself, in order to force Tony to defy his father to break… something. It wasn’t clear.

His revulsion filled up years’ worth of journals. And now, one hundred years later, Peter sat at his kitchen table and shared that teen’s outrage.

Tony, on the other hand, remained baffled.

“Tony,” Peter hissed, trying to make his friend understand. “Did you know how terrified all the Post girls were that Judah Post would someday use the 300 League spell to kill their father? And not because they were afraid he would die... but that they were convinced Judah had the power to force you to kill your master and then destroy you when you just refused? That they lived in fear of waking up to find him, or you, or both of you, were just dead?”

He was almost in tears now, and that wasn’t good. Because Tony was looking very compassionate about the tears. But not particularly concerned about the facts Peter had uncovered.

“Tony…” Peter took a deep breath and tried again. “When Abe turned 16 you were sent to his bedroom, do you remember?”

Tony nodded solemnly. “Yes.”

“And he tried to kick you out, but you said you didn’t have the authority to leave, and he wasn’t a powerful enough magician to hurt you enough to force you to leave. You had to stay and.. make him a man…”

Tony nodded. His face was gentle with the memory. “I could have taken any form he wanted, a woman or a girl or a man or a boy, but he wanted none of them. But I could not leave; his father tasked me to stay until it was done. Master Peter…” He moved as if to reach out and stroke Peter’s face, but changed his mind and turned to the book. With two hands he pulled the massive tome closer to them and opened it to a page in the middle.

As Peter leaned to look down at the woodcut, Tony reached out to stroke the back of his head. “We reached a pleasant accord. He and I. Why does this vex you now? Abe Sexton found it most satisfying…”

Peter recognized the hillock where the two boys lay on a quilt, looking up at summer stars. An odd looking boy with very wide eyes and old-fashioned clothes was lying on the quilt next to an identical boy in identical clothes. They were talking. Peter realized that Methuselah had found a “form” that Abe found pleasant, a boy exactly his age. The boy’s hands were laying very close to each other. Sometimes, Peter knew, their knuckles would brush against each other. Maybe, by the end of the night, they would be holding hands. Sometimes they smiled and pointed when they saw shooting stars. It was a lovely picture. No wonder Tony called it an “accord.” Both Abe and his companion looked perfectly content.

They were probably talking about outer space, Peter realized. Tony was probably explaining what he had been taught in the monastery and Abe was explaining what he had learned in his books.

“But…” Peter said, confused. It was hard to justify the picture he was seeing with the vitriol of Abe’s journals. “But he said… you couldn’t leave… until… until he had penetrated you…”

Tony smiled fondly. “It is a secret, Master Peter. Can I tell you? You bade me ‘Be polite and keep their secrets.’” But even as he spoke he turned the page.

On that page Abe, eyes wide, had his hand completely inside his doubleganger’s chest. Abe’s hand, Peter knew, was planted firmly on the quilt beneath them. Tony, having taken the form of Abe, looked back at the 16-year old calmly. Then Abe withdrew his hand, and Tony’s chest grew solid again. They would spend the rest of the night talking about the nature of solids, gasses and liquids.

“Oh,” Peter said. He took a breath of relief. Of course, he should have known. Following the letter of the law without actually doing what he had been ordered to do. It was an artform. And Tony was quite the artist.

“Can you… help me understand why Abe Sexton was trying to become a master magician himself? He seemed to hate all his… but he seemed to really want to learn how to be able to force you to break something, but I didn’t understand that part because he always wrote it in another language.”

Tony bowed his head. Still, he couldn’t help but smile fondly. “The Tongue of Jephthah’s Daughter, he called it. It is his own invention.”

“I should have known you would know. What is the ephod nodum? What did Abe want to force you to break?

Tony sighed heavily. His shoulders sank. He couldn’t seem to lift his head. He looked as weary as Peter felt. “It is a nothing. There is no nodum…” he said, shaking his head. He looked both broken and defeated, as if he were losing an ancient argument. “Abe Sexton forever tasked me to find the ‘bottle’ or the ‘ring’ or the ‘lamp.’ Insisted I was a djinn of Solomon and I had to be set free. It vexed him full sore that I knew nothing of djinn or Solomon. I tried to tell him. He did not like my answer. I tried to tell him that the only ‘bottle’ to break would be the books of Ezra and Nehemiah Post, but he would have none of it. He was my learned Doctor, but once he had learned, he could not be corrected…”

“But you did destroy those books. It took you until Evan Post to do it…”

Tony smiled wistfully. And not without a little pride. “Yes, Abe Sexton had tasked me to it. It took three generations, but I did succeed.”

Another deep breath, another stab at being understood. “Tony, When I was fifteen I heard you say, in this room, ‘When the master commands, what else can the servant do but obey?’ And…” Peter dropped his eyes. “...and that there would be no secrets…”

“Yes,” Tony said, nodding. “It is your chamber, Master. You have no secrets here.”

“And now I’m trying to make you understand my secret. Tony, please try to understand that I love you. And there are some things… I’m sure they made sense to the Post men and maybe to some monks in the 4th century but they do not make sense to me. I can’t… I can’t ask you to… do things with me in bed, or do things to me in bed, if you don’t have any choice. If it’s just one of your duties, like keeping me safe from snakes. I can’t ask you to do anything… intimate... if you can’t tell me ‘no.’”

Miserably he reached out and pulled the huge leather book to him. Grimacing, he tried to turn to the glossary at the back, where the words were, along with the definitions that made him tear up. But the book refused to cooperate. Instead the huge pages turned themselves until he was looking at the last picture he wanted to see, the picture of Nehemiah Post using Methuselah’s body before going to sleep.

“Tony,” he said as factually as he could. “When I was fifteen you asked me to ‘make me your beloved’ and I had no idea what that meant. I thought it meant ‘special’ like ‘a beloved poem’ or ‘a beloved story.’ I had no idea you wanted me to do that to you…” He shook his head in disgust. Just now it was occurring to him, in Tony’s world, offering his body to the horny fifteen-year-old was more normal than not offering up his body. Peter shook his head hard and tried to push forward.

“And then on the night before you left for the Dark Trinity, you asked me ‘Shall I make you my beloved,’ and you smiled like it might be a funny thing. A silly thing. I said ‘yes’ because I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. And you’ve made it clear that you… I mean you created a body part just for me just to do it… and I appreciate that Tony, but…”

Peter recognized the look on Tony’s face now. He didn’t look sorrowful anymore. He looked baffled. Baffled and frustrated. He didn’t understand, and he knew he didn’t understand. But he was trying desperately to understand.

“There’s a glossary in the back of this book. I found out that “beloved” and “lover” aren’t the same thing, but I guess I always knew that. Does this make sense? Can you know my secret? I don’t want to do that thing to you. And I don’t… I can’t ask you to do that thing to me if you don’t want to…”

Tony walked quietly up to the book and turned the pages. There, on the settee lounged Lysander and his two sturdy men with identical faces. He turned Peter’s chin to face him with gentle fingers.

“Lysander was my beloved. He made me his lover, made both of us his lovers. It was his desire… his desire that I should ‘do that’ to him...”

“And you couldn’t tell him ‘no!’ Peter insisted, almost shouted, twisting his face away from Tony’s hand. “That’s what I’m trying to get you to understand...Tony, how can I ask you to make love to me if you can’t tell me ‘no’?”

Tony no longer looked exhausted. Now it was almost angry. Maybe he did understand what Peter was getting at, and he just didn’t like it. He actually glared at the book, as if he wanted to destroy it. They stayed that way in silence for a while. Tony’s mouth was working, although he said nothing. His jaw was hardening and he was obviously trying to soften his expression, but couldn’t.

“Tony,” Peter said as gently as he could, “You were a slave in this house, in the Post house. That changes everything for me. I know Lysander tasked you to be his ‘lover,’ I figured that out,” he said, touching the book where three handsome men conspired. “And all the other Post-men tasked you to be the… to be the ‘beloved’ but that is not the right word for it. And I’m glad you and Abe Sexton found a way around all of that.

“But these are things they ordered you to do, Tony. And that’s why I can’t… we can’t… it was wrong for them to make you… what?

Tony had made a frustrated sound, so quiet Peter barely heard it. Only when he insisted did Tony speak.

His voice was very quiet. He spoke through a clenched jaw as he glared down at the carpet.

“You curse the poachers who commit crimes in Ethiopia, over 2,000 leagues away. And you curse the name of the men in your book whose crimes are more than a score of years old. Will you also now curse the generations as well?” There was no patience in his voice, no understanding. When he finally looked at Peter his eyes were dark. “My angry Master. Angry at crimes in far away lands. Angry at hunters in far away climbs. Now, will you be angry at the dead?”

“I have the right to be angry!” Peter shouted. “Mortally angry! I’ve read Malcom X, I know how this works. I inherited you, Tony, the same way I’m going to inherit the house some day. And that means I inherit all the debt, too. And yes, this is my debt. I have to take care of you, Tony. Not just because I love you but because it all falls on me now. That’s just the way it is. And now…”

Peter tried to breathe but his lungs were aching. He didn’t want to argue with Tony (dear god was he actually yelling just now?) All he wanted to do was bury his face in Tony’s neck and hide in the man’s arms, hide under the covers. He wanted it so badly it hurt. The temptation was overwhelming and making him sick. Still, he fisted the creamy-white covers of the bed and pushed forward.

“Abe Sexton was trying to free you. That’s what he keeps talking about in his journal, it makes sense now. He was writing it in a language he invented because he couldn’t let his family know. That’s what the ephad nodum was about. He must have thought you were a genie, like in the Arabian Nights. The genies were trapped by Solomon, that’s a legendary wizard from a long time ago, in bottles or lamps. When he told you to destroy the ephod nodum he wanted you to destroy your genie’s bottle, but of course there isn’t one. So you can’t destroy it. You did destroy the German books, but that didn’t set you free, did it? You still call me ‘Master.’ You still get hurt if you disobey me. I asked you why the noisy room was so noisy and you didn’t know the answer and still got hurt because you didn’t answer the question right. You’re still a slave and I guess there’s nothing we can do about that. There’s no ephad nodum to destroy. And that’s why we can’t be lovers… or lovers and beloveds or… whatever. That’s why.”

“Will you…”

Peter waited patiently. He didn’t look up at Tony as he waited for the words. He would have said something, but didn’t. He had never heard Tony sound so choked before.

“Will you send me into the ground?”

“No!” Peter said suddenly, loudly, startling them both. “No, no no that’s not… no. I never meant…”

“Will you cast me out?” Tony asked, his voice broken and pained. But he was looking into Peter’s eyes now, his jaw unclentched, his face filling with relief.

“No, no, of course not,” Peter said as gently as he could, realizing for the first time what Tony had been worried about. “No. Never. You’re my best friend, Tony. I love you. I always want you with me. Always. Oh god… you think that’s… Tony how could I even… Tony that’s not what free means…”

“He ordered me to leave, to leave Lysander and my princesa....to leave the land that I protected, the land I had made plentiful. He said someday he would have the power to cast me out and I would never return. I told him he would never have that power, that I would never let him inherit the spellbooks. He thought to best me for he had been chosen by Nana-Justina. He vowed to send me to the ends of the earth.

“But then the sheriff's son came to us, he who Lavern had healed and brought back from death. His body was healed but his mind was ill. When he left here Abe Sexton left with him. Left with him, and did not return.”

“But… didn’t he? Didn’t he live with the sheriff's son for 50 years, and then come back to live with his family?

“He returned, but he did not return. He lived on the land, but he never spoke to me again.”

His voice was quiet and relieved, but his face was solem. Peter could see it just as easily as if he saw the woodcut in the book; Tony’s relief that the man who seemed hellbent on casting him from the Homestead finally leaving the Homestead himself. Tony’s confused longing when the man who had frightened him so badly was now ignoring him.

Peter knew that feeling.

“Probably…” Peter said as gently as he could. “I think he was… Abe Sexton was an abolitionist. Like all the girls were. Abolitionists and suffragists went hand in hand. I think he was trying.. I know this must have sounded terrifying to you but I think he was trying to be kind to you. The words he was using… they meant different things to him. Damn! No wonder he made up his own language, sometimes there just aren’t WORDS for things! Tony, listen…”

And with that, Peter stopped talking.

Closing his eyes and bowing his head he pictured it. Thought it as hard as he could.

First he pictured the two of them holding each other in bed, the way they always did. Kissing and touching each other. Letting Tony feed until he fell asleep. Knowing Tony would feed again as he slept. Plotting together, working out spells and plans and schemes and sweet dreams and revenge.

But then he let his mind wander to his plans for the future. Tony as a small black dog that could walk in the woods with him in the mornings and evenings. Sitting on his lap beside him on the couch as they watched TV, Peter explaining all the jokes in his favorite cartoons. Or as a black cat, curling up in Peter’s lap, being stroked with Peter’s left hand while he did homework with his right. Visiting Peter in dreams as he attended college in New York City.

But so much more than that. Peter thought of the years to come, when he grew up and took responsibility for the house. Taking care of May and Ben in their old age with Tony at his side. Walking hand in hand through the forest at night, looking at actual stars instead of dream stars. Touching each other beside the lake-by-moonlight. Rebuilding the cottages so that artists could come and live and create, feeding their light to Tony. Creating works of art. Inviting painters to create paintings of the underground chapel. Rebuilding the South House.

He could picture it so clearly he could almost taste it. Someday the house would be his, and he could live opening with Tony. Talk about the days’ events at the kitchen table. Shout at politicians on the television as they snuggled on the couch. Build a huge back porch like the DeSlaughters where they could sit and watch the sunset like Matty’s mom and dad.

He saw it in his head, then he opened his eyes and looked at the man standing beside him.

“Do you understand?”

Tony’s face was calm and serene. He looked at Peter longingly, but he didn’t move from where he stood. “Yes, master. I will always serve you well, until the end of your days.”

“Please try to understand Abe Sexton was… oh nevermind. Maybe you can’t understand. The words we use and the words you use have different meanings, oh dammit…” He covered his eyes with both hands. He growled at the ridiculousness of it all, then said a few obscene words to boot. “But that’s the problem with all words, isn’t it?! Words just have lots of meanings, and it’s impossible to anyone to be understood,” he moaned.

He realized, for the first time, what it meant when Tony had been sent to “vex” people. The impossible storm in his brain was vexing him now

He took another deep breath and tried again.

“I always want you with me. I’ll always take care of you. And you can feed, and when you feed we will still kiss and touch, you can still make me feel good… I know you like that. But we can’t be… we can’t be lovers, Tony.”

He snuck a peek back up at Tony’s face, only to see that hopeless confusion again.

“I love you, but that can’t happen. Can you understand?” he said helplessly, knowing Tony couldn’t.

“Because there is no ephod nodum.”

“Yes! Yes, Tony, you get it!”

“There were the German books, and I have destroyed them.”

“Yes! But that didn’t set you free. You’re still the genie in the bottle, and there is no bottle to break.”

“But if there were, you would take me as your lover.”

“Yes. But there’s isn’t, so you can’t.” Peter said, relieved that his friend finally understood.

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Gravity Soul chapter 12: Mabel’s Confession, A Rift Between Siblings? (originally posted on January 21, 2019)

AN: Well, this is going to be pretty painful for me to write. I mean, MABEL is my favorite Gravity Falls character, not going to lie. But I'm starting to get the hang of angst ever since I finished Secret Wars so I guess I have no choice. Anyway, now onto the eventual heartwrenching breakup.

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In the hellish landscape ruled by Kishin Cipher that once was the sleepy Oregon town of Gravity Falls, various ogres, giant bats, snakes, gargoyles and various other monsters ran amok wreaking havoc wherever they could while their new master towered above them partying in his Fearamid.

There was little hope of resistance as most of the townsfolk had been abducted & petrified by the Eyebats with the rest nowhere to be found. But today, that was all going to change.

"Keep moving everyone, Kishin Cipher could be watching us at any moment." Sid commanded his squadron as they infiltrated the Fearamid, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid detection. "We should be nearing his throne room at any moment. The monsters hanging out with him are too busy throwing a party to notice us, so we should be safe."

"So what's this guy's game?" a blonde-haired young man with a casual expression on his face asked. "Didn't you pay attention to the mission briefing Clay?" his partner, a black-haired fellow wearing glasses and a jacket with Death's face emblazoned on them, stated. "Kishin Cipher is actually Asura after he made a deal with a dream demon named Bill Cipher."

"We should be at the entrance right about now." Justin declared with his back against the wall turning his head to examine the satanic festivities. Various demons of all shapes and sizes laughed, danced, drank some bizarre refreshment and played a spin-the-bottle like game with a petrified townsperson.

"This is an utter nightmare." Tezca commented fearfully, a far cry from his typical humorous behavior. His simian partner Enrique tried to lighten the mood with some chattering, but was shushed by his Meister. "Shush Enrique, we gotta keep a low profile!"

"That's not all, look over there!" Mifune stated turning the group's attention to Kishin Cipher's throne. It seemed to be made out of stone but upon further inspection, that stone material was actually the terrified population of Gravity Falls pieced together to form it. "That is just terrible! What kind of monster would be sick enough to do this?!"

"Kishin Cipher, that's who." Djinn replied. Just then, a dark blue android marched past them with a cup of punch in hand. "The hell even is that thing?" Tsar wondered getting more nervous by the moment. "I don't know. But I got a plan!" an excitable soldier working under Sid declared marching out of their hiding spot to face the robot. "Gavin you moron!" Sid cried out. "You'll get yourself killed!"

"Don't worry boss, I watched way too much TV to figure this one out!" Gavin stated tapping the machine on the back. "Ex-squeeze me my good mechanical abomination!" he said to the automaton as it turned around to glare at him, green eyes glowing menacingly. "Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong!" Gavin politely greeted while making a series of bizarre hand signals, ending it with extending his open palm to the robot. "I think it's working."

Unfortunately he was wrong as the android quickly grabbed him by the wrist and raised him up for Kishin Cipher to see. "Master, we have an intruder!" the android announced in a British accent. The other beasts ceased their celebrations and stared at the man being held hostage. "I said the universal greeting, that always works!"

"Well well well, what have we here?" Kishin Cipher snidely asked before looking at the back of Gavin's uniform. "The DWMA, huh? Ooh, I'm really scared!" he shouted with a laugh. "C'mon out you guys, I won't bite! In fact, I'll probably swallow you whole!"

Suddenly Kishin Cipher was trapped in a guillotine, the blade hanging above him with Justin Law's face appearing as a reflection on its surface. "In the name of Lord Death, you shall be executed you beast!" he declared bringing the blade down when suddenly, Cipher let out an explosion that freed him from the young Death Scythe's grasp. "That the best you can do squirt?! I've seen twelve-year olds hit me harder than that!"

When Justin recovered from being blown back, part of his face was badly scarred and his left shoulder almost singed off. He groaned in pain grasping his shoulder as Kishin Cipher towered above him, ready for the finishing blow. "So brat, where is your god now?"

Justin replied by getting down on one knee and reciting a prayer. "O God who dost abide in the city of death, hear our prayers. Let thy holy name be righteousness." he muttered as his soul began getting larger. "Hear me O Lord...make me a servant of thy holy peace...I shall be a pillar of righteousness...a blade of faith...in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost..." He bounded high above Kishin Cipher and prepared to fire a mighty beam of light. "LAW-ABIDING SILVER GUN!"

The beam went straight to Kishin Cipher's neck but instead of decapitating him, reality warped around the Dream Kishin to divert the beam away from him and right through Justin's torso, causing him to fall down on the floor of the Fearamid hard. "You know kid, I quite like you. Can't believe someone actually came close to killing me!" he applauded sarcastically hovering over the wounded Justin as an Eyebat turned his bloodied form to stone. "Which is why I got a very special place for you on my throne!"

With an irritating cackle, Kishin Cipher slammed Justin on the back of the throne directly over his head. "Now then, anyone else want a round with me? Or are we all just chicken?" he challenged as Kaguya, White Rabbit, Moonlight and the Black Clown appeared at his beck and call.

"I just want to say, from the bottom of my heart, sorry for screwing this all up." Gavin sincerely apologized as he was petrified and added to the throne as well. "Well this has become FUBAR!" Dengu commented preparing to run away. "Indeed, we should retreat somewhere where he can't find us and wait for the Pines to come!" Zubaidah added making her escape as well when the Clowns blocked the way. "Or not."

"That's right gang, round them all up! I wanna send a message to old man Death!" Kishin Cipher announced as his minions surrounded the remaining spies. "Uh, K.C., we have a bit of a situation." Giriko announced to his master. "Okay, what is it Buzzsaw?" the overlord asked, his expression changing from sadistic to unamused. "There seems to be more intruders coming for us." the Demon Saw stated. "And I think you might recognize them."

Just as Giriko finished, a pterodactyl came flying in through the window behind the throne with a familiar werewolf & witch riding on its back. "You two?!" Kishin Cipher screamed in shock. "I believe now's the time we bring out the belt!" Free declared preparing his magic. "Wolf, wolves! Wolf, wolves!" he chanted. "Ice Bind!"

Ice began forming around Kishin Cipher's feet, its sheer weight trapping him on the ground. "Good one Free!" Eruka shouted as the pterosaur landed in front of Sid's group. "Holy crap, is that a pterodactyl?!" Tezca shouted in amazement. "I think that looks more like a pteranodon." Feodor replied. "Hey wait a minute, you are Medusa's goons, da?"

"We were." Eruka said stroking their flying steed's beak for a job well done. It was here that Sid began to take notice of the question mark shirt Free was now wearing. "I know that symbol! You wouldn't happen to know any strange hairless gopher manchildren?" the zombie asked. "Gophers? Don't think I ever met any gophers?" the Man with the Demon Eye answered. "Though I think that would be awesome!"

"He's talking about Soos Free! And yes, we know him and his friends, the Pines family." Eruka said. "They freed us from Medusa and we returned the favor by helping them save their friend and escape town."

"But isn't that against witch law?" Djinn wondered. "We don't got no time, let's make like the wind and begone!" Free commanded before they all saddled up on the pterodactyl and it flew out of the triangular opening in the front. "Now why didn't we enter through there?"

As the group retreated, Kishin Cipher became so furious that the ice imprisoning his feet rapidly melted and he literally exploded in anger. "THEY DARE RUN AWAY LIKE THAT?! NOT ON MY WATCH!" he screamed. "AFTER THEM!" At his command, the Henchmaniacs, the Four Madnesses & the Clowns flew off with an army of Eyebats behind them.

The pterosaur flew as fast as it could away from the Fearamid before the army of monsters finally caught up to them. "We're going to need to go long-range! Zubaidah, now!" Djinn ordered his Meister transforming into a small oil lamp with an ornate design. "Soul Resonance!"

When the belly dancer rubbed the lamp, out came a puff of smoke that formed into a genie folding his arms with a firm glare. Suddenly Kryptos fired a laserbeam that the genie punched away with a loud "ORA!", blinding one of the Eyebats. "ORA! ORA!" the genie continued screaming taking out more of the Eyebats. "ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA-ORA!"

Eventually when the Eyebats were all plucked off, the genie began setting his sights on Kishin Cipher's main minions. He started with the Henchmaniacs, punching out Xanthar, Amorphous Shape, Keyhole and Lavalz, making them scream like a crocodile bit them or they were shot off a ledge as they fell towards the forest.

In one desperate move, Teeth grabbed onto one of the pterodactyl's wings and bit down hard, causing the creature to lose balance and Djinn's lamp form to fall out of his Meister's hands. "Galland!" Zubaidah cried out for her weapon, but he was more accepting of his fate. "My dear, it has been an honor." he calmly thanked her before his fall was broken by a recovering Eyebat petrifying him as payback.

The pteranodon meanwhile made an emergency landing somewhere far away from the Dream Kishin's soldiers. "Aw, did the bad tooth man hurt you Princess Buttercup?" Free cooed to their steed. "Don't worry, a few kisses will take the ouches away!"

"You can cut it with the baby talk, it won't be long before they catch up to us." Mira interrupted tending to Buttercup's wound. "Think you might have spoke too soon!" Eruka cried looking up into the sky as the remaining beasts touched down on the ground to corner them. "Three down, and the rest of you to go!" the Madness of Envy snarled with a wide toothy grin. "Now which one goes first?"

"We shall hold them off, you go run for cover!" Mifune ordered the rest of the group as he, Tsar, Feodor, Tezca and Enrique prepared for battle. "And Sid, watch over Angela for me." the samurai said regretfully as he set his young witch companion down, as if he knew he wasn't going to make it.

With that, the rest of the party ran off away from the monsters while more of them appeared and the fates of the others left unknown.

"Mr. Sid, what's gonna happen to Mifune?" Angela asked the zombie. Sid was silent the whole way through as they fled.

Meanwhile back in Death City, the Pines twins were sitting in Class Crescent Moon while Stein gave another lecture. Mabel was aimlessly drawing pictures on her paper while Dipper was hard at work, his stacks of notes almost reaching the ceiling. "Mabel, can you pay attention please?"

"Aw come on Dipper, we've already heard most of this stuff from back in Gravity Falls!" Mabel replied. "Is that so? Tell us, what did Stein teach you?" a voice belonging to a young man wearing thick glasses who seemed to be bald except for a pair of horns on his head. "He taught us lots of cool stuff, like wavelengths and resonances and all that junk!" the sweater girl said. "Hey, hate to trail off but your hair looks kinda funny."

"For your information, they are my pillars!" their fellow student hotly declared. "Wait, pillars? Are you serious?" Wendy asked suddenly butting in. "I think we should all just keep quiet, including you Ox." Maka added. "Ox? That seems like a fitting name." Dipper remarked before the five of them were interrupted by Stein throwing a scalpel just above Mabel's head, cutting off a few strands of hair. "Whatever you were talking about, I suggest you finish and then get back to work."

"Very well then. The three of you meet me after class, where we shall settle things." Ox declared returning to note taking. The twins nodded in agreement, eager to test their skills against an established Meister like him. Wendy on the other hand just looked on in confusion just wondering what she got herself into.

"So you guys are gonna fight Ox?" Black Star gasped after class. "You guys have your work cut out for you, he's one of the top students of our class!"

"Yeah, all because he got mad at Mabel for insulting his hair." Dipper answered. "I'm sorry guys, just thought I could point that out!" his sister added. "And by the way, those pictures I was drawing during class were of cool battle outfits for all of us." With a grin, she pulled out that paper with all her designs on it.

"Am I wearing a ninja suit?" Dipper wondered. "Loving the flannel skirt on me!" Wendy added. "You really got a knack for designing kid! Want some help making those?" Liz offered. "Sure, the more the merrier you guys!" the younger girl gratefully replied. "And I'll come along as well. Trust me, you're gonna need someone with a sense of fashion like mine." Pacifica interjected. "All right, fashion team is a go!"

After a long montage of clothes-designing, the combat uniforms were completed and ready to be modeled. "Okay gang, you all ready?" Mabel asked to Dipper & Wendy while they were inside a pair of changing booths. "I don't know sis. Hate to admit it, but our outfits look kinda ridiculous in real life." Dipper confessed. "I mean, my suit is just a bit too skintight and what's the point of this scarf?"

"Dude, this is Mabel we're talking about. I'm sure these will look good in action." Wendy answered. "Well, here goes nothing."

Finally stepping out of the booth, Wendy was now clad in a pine green high collar halter top with a pair of black straps crossing over her chest with a snowflake symbol connecting in the middle. Beneath the red flannel skirt that went down to her knees were a pair of black shorts with matching thigh-high stockings to go with her regular boots. She also had an orange over-shirt that opened to reveal her snowflake badge and her hair was in a ponytail. "Dude, this is killer!"

Dipper finally relented and stepped out as well, revealing a dark blue ninja suit with a white pine tree symbol on the chest, a red scarf covering his mouth, black boots and Excalibur's custom scabbard resting on his back. "This isn't as bad as I thought I would be."

"They do look quite good on you." Death the Kid commented. "I agree! The clothes do bring out your respective personalities." Tsubaki added. "And I've already made a uniform for myself! Wait here everyone!" Mabel stated before she ran off. After a few more minutes, she returned wearing a magenta top with black string holding it together, a dark pink undershirt, pink belt, purple skirt with her famous shooting star pattern, white stockings and black boots. Overall, it was a fancier version of her usual attire.

"You think a scythe would go well with this look?" Mabel asked pulling at her skirt. "Aw who cares? I did a pretty good job on it anyway!"

"Now then, let's settle things with that Ox guy." Dipper declared sheathing Excalibur. "You ready Excalibur?" he asked his sword. "FOOL! Of course I'm ready boy, whether you wear a ridiculous outfit or not!" Excalibur declared, much to the boy's embarrassment.

Later that day outside of the academy's entrance, the fight was about to begin with Ford, Stein, Spirit, Marie & Azusa present as per school rules and the other Mystery Meisters spectating. On one side were Dipper, Mabel & Wendy in their new combat uniforms.

On the other side was Ox along with another black-haired student wearing a red-tinted visor & a permanent frown. The other Meister-Weapon teams with the two boys was a black male with two much smaller youths dressed in matching overalls with colored caps standing below him and a pink haired girl in a sailor uniform standing beside a similarly dressed brunette lass.

"Who are all those other guys with Ox?" Wendy asked. "Those are some of our other classmates." Maka answered. "That's Ox's weapon Harvar D. Eclair right next to him, then there's Kilik Rung & his twin weapons Fire and Thunder, and finally Kim & her weapon Jackie."

"I don't know about this Ox. All this because one of the new guys insulted your pillars?" Harvar commented. "I know this may seem petty my friends, but I feel I have been dealt a great injustice." Ox stated. "Harvar's right, we should just call this off." Kilik agreed. "But then again, they could use some training."

"So which one of us should go first?" Mabel asked. "We could draw straws, pull out a wheel to spin or maybe rock-paper-scissors." she suggested. "Let's go with rock-paper-scissors." her brother declared pounding his fist into his palm and the girls did the same before tossing their hands out while chanting "ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!"

The trio's game of roshambo began as the three continued chanting, much to the confusion of the audience. "Are they for real?" Kim deadpanned staring blankly at their three opponents. "Whatever, I call dibs on the one with the flannel skirt."

"I shall challenge the girl with the braces." Kilik replied. "Guess that leaves me with Dipper." Ox stated as the game ended with Dipper winning out. "Yes, I get to go first!" he cried in excitement before he prepared for battle. "So then, you ready Ox?"

"You bet I'm ready." his opponent stated as Harvar transformed into a spear with a lighting bolt shaped tip in his hands. "Let the battle between Dipper Pines and Ox Ford & Harvar D. Eclair begin!" Azusa announced. Within seconds, the two went from staring each other down to charging with battle cries as their weapons clashed. "For someone who's new to being a Meister, you aren't too bad!" Ox commented.

"And I see you're talented at it!" Dipper replied. "But the only difference, my weapon is the strongest in the world!" he boasted, much to Ox's surprise. "Wait, you mean your sword is..." It wasn't long before the pillar boy put on the Excalibur face.

"Do not let your hatred of Excalibur distract you Ox! Find an opening and strike!" Harvar exclaimed. "Try using anything metal on his person as an electrical conduit!"

"Okay, you do realize that explaining your strategies in front of an opponent is a bad idea, right?" Dipper remarked being pushed back by the Lightning King. "In that case, here's some of my own!" Within seconds, the boy disappeared & reappeared behind his opponent, giving his a mighty jab in the back. The two clashed once more to the point of exhaustion and they panted heavily, taking a knee.

"You're wide open!" Ox shouted and he & Harvar declared "LET'S GO, SOUL RESONANCE!" in unison, turning the blade into a powerful cutting tool that went at Dipper at the speed of light, but the boy was quick and leaped upward, preparing one final attack. "HERO THE ATOMIC!"

With a mighty zoom, Excalibur made contact with Ox causing him to explode and knocking him to the ground. "Ox Ford and Harvar D. Eclair are no longer able to fight, marking Dipper Pines as the winner of the match!" Asuza announced gesturing to the aforementioned victor. The young detective jumped for joy in celebration before he noticed Ox struggling to get up, and offered his hand. "You fought well Ox. Sorry about what we said about your hair."

"Apology accepted." Ox replied taking the Pines brother's hand. "But how are you able to wield Excalibur and not get so pissed off by him?" he asked. "Trust me, I've dealt with a lot of people like him." Dipper said slinging the Holy Sword over his shoulder. "Okay, who wants to go next?"

"I'll take a shot." Wendy accepted getting into a fighting stance with her left hand holding her axe behind her and her right in front. "You ready Jackie?" Kim said to her weapon as she transformed into a lantern. "You bet I am Kim!"

"Let the battle between Wendy Corduroy and Kim Diehl & Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre begin!" Ford declaring taking his turn as referee before Kim made her first move, pulling a metal bar with a chain attached to it out of the lamp and taking herself sky-high like she were riding a broomstick.

"Damn, she's got a good advantage!" Wendy muttered trying to think of a way to bring her back down to the ground. She then looked at her axe and smirked, tossing it at the Meister hoping to send her crashing. But suddenly Kim made the flames spouting out of her weapon erupt, knocking the axe back to its owner and hitting Wendy on the arm. "Someone's playing dirty!"

"Quick, while she's down!" Jackie exclaimed as her Meister returned to the ground. As quick as the girl could run, she whipped out her lantern and used it as a flamethrower on Wendy, causing her to start screaming like crazy and rolling around to put out the fire. "Wendy Corduroy is no longer able to fight, making Kim Diehl & Jacqueline O'Lantern the winners!" Ford announced. "Are you okay there Wendy?!" Dipper called out to his teenage friend. "I'm fine everyone, just a few probably/hopefully first-degree burns."

"I think I can help with that. Just stay still for a bit." Kim said putting her hands on her opponent's arm. "Are you really sure about this Kim, especially in front of academy staff?" her weapon fretted. However the Lantern Meister didn't listen as she began to chant. "Tanucoon, Raccoon-coon, Ponpon, Ponkitanu."

Within seconds, Wendy's burns vanished and she was completely back to normal. "Whoa, what did you just do?!" she exclaimed. "Are you a-"

"Witch, I know." Kim stated resignedly. "Aha, she was right!" Ford exclaimed triumphantly. "That's one witch in hiding down, now who else could there be? I'm getting mighty suspicious of those two ladies from Chu-" Ford then realized everyone glaring at him before he fell silent. "Terribly sorry."

"It's all right if you're a Witch or not Kim, cause you're still our friend." Maka stated warmly. "Okay peoples, let's get the final round over with!" Mabel exclaimed. "I suppose you might be the last guy?" she asked Kilik and his twin weapons. "Indeed I am. I wish you good luck Mabel." Kilik answered arming himself. "Let the final round between Mabel Pines and Kilik Rung & his Pots begin!" Marie announced.

"Okay, she doesn't seem like much. Unlike her brother, she doesn't seem to have a weapon besides that grappling hook of hers." Kilik examined his brightly-colored foe while she aimlessly twirled a bit of her hair. "This could perhaps be an easy match."

"Heads up!" Mabel called firing a pair of Nyarf darts at Kilik's glasses, blinding him. "What the?!" the Pot Meister exclaimed taking the darts off his eyewear to find Mabel spinning a pair of yo-yos around before she started playing with them like a pair of clackers.

"That was only a wakeup call, my next trick ain't gonna go easy on you! This is what I call my Yo-Yo Volley! HWAH!" However when Mabel tossed them in the air, they instead clashed with her head causing her to exclaim "OH NO!"

"What is up with her?" Sid exclaimed in awe of the girl's perceived foolishness. "This must be her preferred fighting style, making herself look childish to distract her opponents and going in for the kill!" Stein suggested. "That is pretty accurate." Soos responded as Kilik became more befuddled at his opponent's antics.

"Is-is there anything else you got for me?" Kilik asked before Mabel rapidly stuck a sweater over his head while shouting "SWEATER TOWN!", blinding him once more. "How does she even function?!" the Dominican boy exclaimed taking it off and preparing a Soul Resonance with his Pots. Jumping up into the air, Kilik prepared a powerful vertical strike with the left Pot now brimming with electricity.

But Mabel was quick and simply ran away from the Meister readying her grappling hook. "GRAPPLING HOOK!" she shouted hooking to his shirt and sending herself flying towards him. Kilik soon noticed the girl and slapped it away, causing her to fall down. "Still got one more shot!" she struggled to get one last attack in & fired her hook once more, managing to grab Kilik's glasses and snatch them off his face. "I can't see! I can't see!"

Finally the match was over as Mabel touched down to the ground while Kilik landed flat on his face. "Kilik Rung, Pot of Fire and Pot of Thunder are no longer able to fight, making Mabel Pines the winner!" Marie declared. "And with two wins under their belt, Dipper's team is victorious!"

"Woo, we did it!" Wendy celebrated. "We all did great out there, didn't we?" Dipper said giving his sister a high-five. "And you were pretty good too you guys." Mabel added to the three Meisters. "Thank you very much, though you still have a lot of training to do." Kim replied. "And you know what would make great training?!" Black Star suddenly chirped in. "Basketball!"

"That's a great idea Black Star, an opportunity to hone our coordination and reflexes." Ford agreed putting a hand on the ninja's shoulder. "However, I get to make the first shot. Are we clear?"

"Yes Mr. Pines." the kids chorused. "Come with us, we'll show you to the basketball court." Maka stated leading the Pines twins to their usual court.

"Okay dudes, time for some b-ball!" Soos announced at Death City's local basketball court as everyone got ready to play while Stein, Spirit, Marie and McGucket sat on the sidelines. "Okay as we promised everyone, I get the first shot. Capishe?" Ford reminded them dribbling the ball. "Good. Now heads up!"

He tossed the ball at Black Star who immediately made a break for the hoop. However Dipper was even faster and blocked the ninja before he passed it to Wendy. "Hey, I'm open!" Pacifica cried getting in Crona's path.

"It's times like there that make me long for something like the old days, wouldn't you two agree?" Spirit sighed nostalgically longing for anything similar to times long past. "Yeah, makes me wish I were a student again, where I wasn't as concerned about my age." Marie responded. "Speaking of which Stein, remember back when you would beat the snot out of anyone regardless of who they are?"

"Don't remind me." Stein stoically answered preparing to leave and taking a smoke. "Poor little Georgie, that boy simply couldn't keep hold on any longer. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to do some more important business. Catch you later."

Meanwhile the game was still in full swing with the basketball now in Mabel's hands. "Just try and get me you guys!" she challenged hoisting it over her head. "Now Mabel, dunk it!" Dipper shouted to his sister and she complied, tossing it at the hoop. But unfortunately it hit the backboard instead and whizzed toward the girl, much to her displeasure. "Oh crud."

With a mighty slam, Mabel's face made contact with the ball and she was out cold. "My word, Mabel!" Ford exclaimed as everyone stopped what they were doing to check the girl out. "Is she okay?" Tsubaki asked worried for the younger lass. "She'll be alright, just taking a dooze." McGucket stated feeling her pulse. "Has Mabel ever played basketball before?" Liz pondered. "No, I don't really think so." Dipper said. "She mostly just watches the games for the players, if you know what I mean."

While everyone was talking, Mabel continued to slumber with a large bruise on her cheek from the impact of the ball. But what she didn't expect was that this coma would change her forever.

When Mabel opened her eyes, she couldn't find her family and friends anywhere. In fact, she wasn't in Death City at all, rather in a small room inhabited only by a few chairs and a table. One of these chairs in particular was being sat on by a rather familiar being with his hands folded and head turned downward mumbling to himself "Vklqljdpl lv qrw zkdw kh vhhpv. Vklqljdpl lv qrw zkdw kh vhhpv."

"Uh, excuse me gibberish man, but where am I?" Mabel wondered looking around the room before she stared at an imitation of Michelangelo's David with Bill as the statue's head. "And why does that statue of the naked man have Bill's face on it?" Suddenly the statue became offended and came to life to shout at her. "Hey for your information pintsize, I am a work of art that looks like a naked man!"

"Vklqljdpl lv qrw zkdw kh vhhpv." the figure in the chair garbled one last time before he eerily looked up at Mabel, revealing himself to be none other than Kishin Cipher. "Why hello there Shooting Star." he politely greeted her with an equally eerie grin. "How nice of you to stop by for a chat. Have a seat my dear."

The unoccupied chair then became sentient and scooped up Mabel making her sit on it before it became a normal chair once more. "Could I interest you in some jelly babies?" he offered the girl a bowl of literal miniature infants made out of jelly that began crying loudly to Mabel's disgust. "I see you're not hungry right now kid, especially since you're now unconscious."

"Speaking of which, where am I and how did you get in my head?!" Mabel cried trying to flee but instead had numerous belts holding her down. "Oh I have my ways my sweetest Mabel." Kishin Cipher stated bringing their chairs closer together so that he could mockingly pinch her cheek. "Thing is, I'm not really here at all! And no I don't mean like this is a dream, I am simply projecting myself into your thoughts."

"Okay, you gotta stop that!" Mabel snapped taking the Dream Kishin's hand away from her face. "Oh you little starlight, never change! In fact, you kinda remind me of my own sibling." Kishin Cipher said. "Ah, I remember my baby brother Will fondly. A total square and a crybaby too. Tis a shame I had to burn him alive along with the rest of the second dimension."

"What are you implying?" the sweater girl asked nervously, fearing what he was going to say. Kishin Cipher simply grinned and gave his answer. "Do Pine Tree and Sixer know yet?"

"About what?"

"About the rift."

Suddenly the lights shorted out leaving the two completely in the dark. When they came back on, Mabel was now in a movie theater surrounded by clones of Kishin Cipher filling the seats, with two more atop a balcony. "Gotta say, we got a full house here tonight!" the first clone on the balcony remarked. "Doesn't seem like it, it's only one guy!" the second replied before they laughed loudly.

"What are we even doing here?" Mabel asked once again trying to escape. "Stay in your seat and be quiet during the movie you!" a Kishin Cipher dressed as an usher commanded shining his flashlight to make her stay seated. Finally the movie began, which turned out to be a B-movie style recap of the buildup to Weirdmageddon.

"Wiggity wiggity what's up Mabel, you would not believe how that big-nosed idiot grandpa forced me to leave my family behind and become just like him!" a more radical version of Dipper announced on the big screen stepping into the scene. "What?! You're telling me you'd rather pursue your dreams than return home with your insanely selfish sister!?" a unicorn that was supposedly playing Mabel shouted, but the real Mabel was not amused. "That is not a good choice of actor and an even worse impression of me."

"But not inaccurate! DOHOHOHO!" the Kishin Cipher clones on the balcony chortled before the main Kishin Cipher fired a blast that destroyed them and the balcony with them. "Why would you say she's a horrible choice?! Celestabellelabethabelle utterly nails the part with how horrendous she is, just like you!" K.C shouted. "Now keep quiet!"

"Yo take a chill pill sis, I'm only following my dream of being a closeted dick of a nerd! Not everything has to be about you brah!" movie Dipper argued. "It should be, I love everyone and they should love me back despite the fact I treat them like garbage!" movie Mabel shouted back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to deliberately take the wrong backpack and cause the end of the world! Catch you later!"

"So, what do you think so far tin-teeth?" Kishin Cipher asked his mortal companion. "Have your eyes been opened yet?"

"Okay, maybe I can be a bit selfish but how you portray me here is totally not true!" Mabel critiqued. "I most definitely don't treat the people I love like trash!"

"Oh really, then think about all the "good times" you had with your brother!" Kishin Cipher angrily stated folding his arms in disgust. "Let's see, making fun of his height, manipulating him to give up all his romantic advances to fulfill your own desires, ignoring him in favor of some creep who makes out with puppets, and last but not least handing over the one thing that would ensure my dominance over the entire universe! Speaking of which, the best part should be coming up right about now."

"Oh woe is me! I have been ostracized for completely justifiable reasons!" the movie Mabel began crying in the forest. "If only there was some way to make summer last forever without the consent of everyone else!" Suddenly an actor playing Bill dressed in an insanely poorly made disguise that was literally just the time traveler Blendin Blandin with a mustache appeared. "Hello, my name is TotallynotBillCipher, and I'm here to avoid getting blamed for intentionally bringing about the end of the world!"

"That director sure picked the right guy to play that handsome devil!" Kishin Cipher praised the portrayal of Bill. "And I should know, the director is literally half of me!" he added as the flick went on. "Why hello there little girl, what can TotallynotBillCipher do for you?"

"Oh I just wish someone could come along and help me not accept the consequences of my actions!" Celestabellelabethabelle complained to TotallynotBillCipher. "I know how! Just give me that rift and I'll show you something really cool!" the other actor offered. "Okay, here is the rift that my brother was forced to not inform me about, now go off and destroy everything!"

"Yay, victory is mine! And I have you to thank for it Mabel, my new god of destruction!" TotallynotBillCipher declared shedding his disguise to reveal a horrendous CGI model of the triangle himself before Celestabellelabethabelle was beaten over the head with a sledgehammer, simulating the creation of Mabel's prison bubble. "Don't worry boys and girls, we only used a stunt double who is probably gonna spend centuries in the hospital! That's all folks, and don't forget to drink more Ovaltine!"

The film finally ended with rounds of applause all over. It was clear they were giving praise to it all except for Mabel who started booing, which ceased the cheering and caused the Kishin Ciphers to glare at her. "Hey, this person has a completely different opinion about this masterpiece from us! Let's mercilessly cyberbully her into changing her mind!"

"Yeah, I bet someone paid her to boo it!" another clone agreed which caused the unanimous praise towards the film to a full-blown riot against Mabel that chased her out the theater. "I fail to see how this is supposed to make me realize I wasn't a good person!"

"Are you really that blind squirt?!" Kishin Cipher hollered. "Perhaps you could use a familiar face to convince you." With a snap of his fingers, the angry mob vanished and in their place was an exact double of Mabel, only her hair tufts were pointier, her regular sweater was powder blue with Bill's symbol on it, sharper teeth and an overall inhumanly lankier figure. "Anti-Mabel?!"

"In the flesh my loathsome copy." Anti-Mabel declared. "Did you really think I was gone for good? Well as it turns out I've been drifting throughout the mindscape plotting my revenge which is where Kishin Cipher discovered me while he was gathering forces for his revenge. And he gave me an offer I most definitely couldn't refuse!"

"And that would be?" the good Mabel wondered before a third eye appeared on her evil counterpart's forehead. "Power in exchange for helping me with revenge on you. And that power?" Anti-Mabel stated. "Why making me into a Kishin of course!"

"Wait, is that why Asura has that weirdo third eye?" Mabel continued asking. "I always kinda thought it was become of some enlightenment nonsense." But suddenly before she could ask anymore, Kishin Cipher made her mouth disappear. "Now then prickly muffin, my newest minion here is gonna be ridin' shotgun for a bit so I want you to keep your mouth shut! Unless it's the words 'I gave the rift to the insanely handsome and intelligent Bill Cipher. I hope you can forgive me.' Understood?!"

The mouthless Pines sister shook her head which brought a smile to the two's faces. "Attagirl, you're so obedient when under pressure." Anti-Mabel grinned. "Whoa, let's not go there braceface!" Kishin Cipher exclaimed making his eyes all screwy and pulling on an imaginary tie before he returned to normal and spawned a basketball in his hand. "Happy trails Shooting Star."

With a single slamdunk, Mabel was knocked to the ground once more and finally returned to the conscious realm.

"Hey, I think she's waking up!" the familiar voice of Dipper exclaimed hopefully as his sister slowly awoken. "Oh thank goodness you're alright!" he added hugging Mabel. "Thanks Dipper."

"You know, maybe you should just sit the rest of the game out." Ford suggested sitting his great-niece down on the bench. "And maybe we can get an ice pack for you when we get home too."

"Yeah yeah, speaking of home," Mabel said finally about to confess. "there's something that I've wanted to say for ages. Remember when the rift cracked in your backpack Dipper?" she asked. "Yeah, you were still kinda to blame for it but it was just an accident. No harm no foul." her brother stated. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, that's not the whole story." the little girl revealed. "When I got super torn up about you potentially staying in Gravity Falls when the summer ended to be Ford's apprentice, I accidentally took the wrong backpack that conveniently had that rift thingy you two were all hush-hush about."

"How did she know?" Ford gasped in shock. "Wait, a rift? What's going on?" Maka wondered just as puzzled. "Anyway, when I wished for summer to last forever in came a chubby time-traveler Dipper & I met once who said he can use it to do so. But it turned out he was actually possessed by Bill."

"Meaning..." Dipper pressed on. "I gave the rift to the insanely handsome and intelligent Bill Cipher." Mabel finally revealed. "I hope you can forgive me."

"It's fine Mabel." Dipper said quietly, having now learned of what really caused Weirdmageddon. "Phew, glad to resolve that after so long!" Mabel sighed in relief. "Now then, who wants to 1v1 m-"

"I don't forgive you."

"W-w-what?"

The atmosphere of the basketball court soon turned dark as soon as Dipper said those four fateful words. Everyone was at a complete loss over what just happened. Even Soos dropped his usual jolly nature as his blood ran cold. "Oh no."

"I said I don't forgive you. Listen Mabel, I know you can be selfish at times but this is the last straw." Dipper continued, his voice remaining tranquil despite his anger. "You deliberately endangered the lives of millions of people not just across the world, but the whole universe as well, just because you wanted to stay an annoying little brat."

"Now settle down, we can just talk it out and-" Tsubaki tried to calm everyone down before she was interrupted. "We are talking this out, and we don't want any interruptions." Dipper coldly remarked returning to his sister. "You really think that you expect to be rewarded after all the horrible things you've done to the people you claim to care about? If it weren't for you, I could've had the perfect summer with a cool girlfriend and apprenticeship! But you didn't want me to be happy or chase my dreams, you only want what makes you happy like forcing me to screw with time so that you can win a stupid pig, helping you pursue a hopeless crush or making me give up your future!"

"Please Dipper, cease this insulting of your sister at once!" Ford scolded the younger boy. "This is between siblings Ford, go find your own to call out!" Dipper shouted harshly, stopping the grunkle in his tracks and bringing tears to his eyes. "I know you're angry Dipper, but please don't take this out on your family!" Mabel exclaimed. "Besides you're one to talk for me being selfish! Remember Summerween or when you were jealous of me being taller than you?!"

"Okay, you're right on those but at least they didn't lead me to intentionally hand over the one thing that Bill wanted to use to destroy the universe!" Dipper screamed hotly. "Okay, you must break it up immediately!" Tsubaki ordered. "You're better than this Tsubaki, don't side with someone who'll take you for granted like Mabel!" the boy continued ranting. "Well then stop making everyone go against me!" Mabel replied just as furious. "You'll only abandon them because you love ditching the ones who care about you!"

"We aren't taking sides, we just want you to resolve this peacefully!" Kid shouted. "But how can we..." the twins said in unison. "WHEN YOU'RE BENT ON RUINING MY LIFE?!"

All was silent in the court once more until Dipper made one last declaration. "For someone who claims to be a good person, you sure are no better than Bill."

"I was going to say the same to you." Mabel choked before she ran off crying. "Mabel, please come back! I'm sorry for what I said, I was just blind!" her brother exclaimed giving chase. "Please just listen!"

Again the basketball court was deathly calm, everybody remaining staring in disbelief over what just occurred. It was only that the silence broke when Soos said two words he never thought he would say. "Holy shit."

"Wait, did Dipper say 'screw with time'? What did you do last summer?!" Maka exclaimed. The author remained silent for a few more moments to collect his thoughts, no doubt believing he was the only one at fault for making Dipper keep the rift's existence between the two of them, before he sighed.

"I think it's time we had a talk." He, Soos and Wendy sat down on the bench as the DWMA kids gathered around them like grandchildren excited to hear stories from their grandpa. "Now our story begins like most stories do with an attractive youth dreaming of more. This one in particular is about a strapping young genius and his perpetual motion machine."

"I'm truly sorry Mr. Pines, but what just transpired reminds me. I must have a word with my father about something." Kid said racing back to the academy. "What's he running off for?" Crona wondered. "That's another story entirely," Ford answered. "but for now, let's focus on this one."

"Just listen Mabel, we both have every right to get mad!" Dipper exclaimed as he lost track of Mabel more and more. Eventually when he ran out of breath, he stopped in the middle of the street and sat on some steps to silently cry over the ruination of their bond. Suddenly a door opened followed by a familiar voice. "Something the matter Dipper?"

"Oh, hello Professor Stein!" Dipper hurriedly exclaimed rising to his feet, getting a good look at his current location, a rather blocky grey-colored building decorated with stitches and arrows. "How did I get so far away from the city?" he wondered to himself before turning to the mad scientist. "Uh, is this your place sir?"

"Why yes, it's my lab." Stein answered throwing away a burnt out cigarette. "Would you like to come in?" he offered the lad. "Why of course doctor, your lab must seem really cool!" Dipper excitedly accepted following Stein inside. "Thank you Dipper. And please, just call me Frank."

The interior of the lab looked very ominous representing the Meister's emotionless love of science but also seemed a bit homely at the same time with sofas and a coffee table. But the most peculiar furnishing was a pair of disembodied hands being pickled inside a jar labeled "George R", much to Dipper's confusion as he picked up the jar. "Uh, who's George?"

"Don't touch, don't ask." Stein coldly ordered him taking the jar away. "Understand?" Dipper wordlessly nodded before he laid down on the nearby couch. "Now tell me, what is happening between you and Mabel?" the scientist asked displaying a surprisingly warm, even fatherly nature while sitting on the couch across. "I've heard what you said from inside when you found my lab. Is something the matter?"

With a deep sigh, Dipper began his story. "It all started late last summer a few days before our birthday on August 31st. After I saved Ford from an abandoned alien spaceship, he offered to make me his apprentice when the summer was over, but that meant leaving Mabel behind. It was absolutely suffocating to see her so sad like that. But then everything changed with that giant X in the sky that marked the beginning of Weirdmageddon."

"So it's like when that event began while we were in Gravity Falls rescuing Ms. Northwest." Stein commented. "I suppose judging by how panicked you were, Mabel didn't truly reveal what happened until today?"

"Yep. Turns out that when Ford returned to our universe through a portal he built that Stan used, the creation of a dimensional rift came with." Dipper continued. "He made me promise that I would not talk to anyone else about it except for him, not even Mabel. But now that proved to be our undoing and here we are."

"I see." Franken stated turning his screw. "You know Dipper, you kind of remind me of myself when I was a boy. Clever, determined, hungry for answers. But unlike you, I was a bit unstable in my search which often lead me to maim my fellow students. And yes, that is indeed where those hands came from."

"They were from that George guy, right?" Dipper asked. "Indeed, but thankfully he's still alive and with a pair of prosthetics that I helped build." Stein answered. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that while our mistakes can define us from time to time, they can also help us grow as human beings. I should know because like your family, I've made a few rash decisions involving yellow-colored manipulators myself."

"You're talking about Medusa, right?" Dipper continued. "Indeed. She actually beckoned me to side with her using my weakness of madness." Stein explained. "Thankfully I was able to come back thanks to Maka and Marie, but hearing what happened between you and Mabel just can't stop reminding me of that time."

"You know, you actually aren't as nuts as you claim to be." the boy remarked rising from his spot on the couch. "Maybe you've got a few screws loose, no pun intended, but when it all comes down to it, you're a surprisingly understanding guy."

"Thank you Dipper, and good to see a fellow genius sit down with me for once without fearing for his life." Frank replied tousling his hair. "Hey speaking of which, where did that big screw on your head come from? And how did you get all those stitches too?" Dipper wondered to which Stein replied with a sinister snicker. "Now that's a funny story."

Meanwhile with Death the Kid, he was set on asking his father about the connection the two of them shared with Asura. Marching toward the Death Room, he opened the door and went through the guillotine lined path to find Lord Death standing in front of his mirror with Eibon of all people next to him, even though they told the Sorcerer yesterday to stay down in the Secret Vault.

"Do you think he's learned about you-know-what yet?" Eibon asked his old friend. "I am not sure Eibon, but I dread the lad's reaction to it once he finds us." Death responded. "It's like you said, why must there be so many secrets?"

Suddenly Eibon noticed Death's son right in front of the two with his arms crossed. "Uh, my friend?" he stated. "What is it now Eibon?" the Shinigami asked before he realized who had walked in on them. "He's right in front of us, isn't he?"

"Indeed I am father." Kid answered coldly. "Is it true Asura is my brother?" he asked. "And if so, why did you keep this from me for ages?"

"So it's come to this." Death muttered defeatedly. "Indeed, Asura is your brother, created from a bit of myself just like you. But since he turned into such a reprehensible being, I couldn't bear to let you know that you were related to an embodiment of evil."

"And just as importantly, how did you leave the Vault when we specifically told you to stay down there Eibon?" Kid said turning to the aforementioned Sorcerer. "I simply couldn't stay down there any longer. I had to learn what had happened while I was away plus it was awfully dusty in there." Eibon explained. "I am terribly sorry for disobeying you."

"And I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you for eight hundred years. I do hope you can forgive us, especially me." Death stated miserably just as he felt his son hug him. "I'm sorry for not knowing any better father. Though I will accept this family secret more maturely than someone else I know."

"Thank you Kid for understanding." Death responded hugging the younger Death God back. "Wait, who is that someone else who isn't being mature?" he asked. "It's about the Pines twins."

Speaking of the Pines, Ford was rushing through the Academy halls in search of Mabel, thoughts about how the argument between her and Dipper was basically his fault for swearing Dipper to keep the rift a secret from everyone.

"I was an utter fool to make Dipper promise me! No, I was a fool to even build the portal in the first place!" the polydactyl muttered to himself suddenly skidding to a stop. "Whoa mama! I mean, excuse me miss but could you please tell me where my great-niece is?" he asked a short blonde woman with rather bizarre facial features. "She's about yay-high, mouth full of braces, colorful sweater, tears in her eyes after she was deemed worse than our family's arch-enemy by her own brother?"

"I think I may have seen someone like that." Auntie answered. "She probably went thataway." she revealed pointing to her right. "Thank you so much madame!" Ford exclaimed rushing to that direction, desperate to comfort the younger girl but was too blind to realize he had ran into a familiar woman and their glasses landed on the floor. "Can you watch where you're going miss?!"

"Why don't you watch where you're going? Now where are my glasses?!" the woman exclaimed grabbing Ford's glasses while he grabbed the woman's, and when he put them on he found Azusa right in front of him wearing his glasses. "Well this is awkward." Azusa commented. "Now can I have my glasses back?"

"Terribly sorry, as much I'd hate to say it." Ford apologized taking back his eyewear. "So, what were you up to?" he glowered at the East Asian Death Scythe. "That should be none of your business. How about you?" Yumi asked just as miffed. "I'm simply looking for Mabel. Have you seen her come by lately?" the author inquired. "I did. She was awfully miserable over something relating to her brother so Joe and I led her to the overnight rooms."

"Good, now where are those rooms?" Ford continued, his nervousness alleviating before Azusa made the big reveal. "You wouldn't miss them, they look like a dungeon."

"A WHAT?!" the author shouted as his concern turned to anger at the Death Scythe.

"So you're telling me these so-called overnight rooms is a goddamn dungeon?!" Ford ranted loudly while being led through the DWMA's underground by Azusa and Joe Buttakaki. "Chill out Mr. Pines, you're getting it wrong!" Joe tried to calm his nerves. "The dungeon is further down with a few torture rooms. Thankfully we barely use those."

"Thank you for your kindness Joe, but that doesn't change the fact that Mabel is so depressed, she locked herself in a flipping prison!" Ford shouted as they reached one of the overnight rooms where they could hear Mabel quietly sobbing while curled up into a ball. "M-Mabel, may I come in?"

Mabel replied with a faint groan before Ford stepped in. "Listen sweetheart, I know you may think you're to blame for what happened last summer, but I'd say the same to myself as well. If it were me instead, I would be just as gullible as you were." he calmly said stroking her hair. "Just please show me your smile again so that I can help you and Dipper make amends."

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" Mabel finally spoke up in a shockingly more callous tone. "You're actually caring for your family! But then again, old Pine Tree is beyond saving anyway."

"That isn't the Mabel I know! It can only be-" Ford exclaimed before Mabel rose up and turned around, revealing sharp teeth and the faintest third eye on her forehead. "Long time no see Stanford. It's me, Anti-Mabel!" Anti-Mabel cheerfully greeted him. "Did you really think I was gone forever?"

"How did you come back, and how are you possessing your good self?!" the six-fingered man asked terrified. "You can thank Kishin Cipher for that wrinkles! When he found me drifting through the mindscape plotting my revenge after I was defeated by you and my alternate selves, he made me more powerful than ever! Once I get rid of all of you, I can steal that Kishin soul for him and be paid handsomely!"

"I won't let you Anti-Mabel!" the old man shouted whipping out a laser pistol. "And what Kishin soul are you talking about?" he asked. "Lord Death actually keeps one amongst the crosses in his-" Joe began before Azusa shut him up. "Can you not Joe?"

"Oh come now Sixer, you wouldn't hurt your own family would you?" the evil Mabel said trying to get Ford to surrender. "My foolish other me has already suffered enough from her brother, but now another member of her family decides to ruin her life! It's times like these where Stanley of all people seems like the only Pines that could qualify as a good person."

"Azusa, Joe, get everyone possible and meet me in the Death Room." Ford lividly muttered, his hands twitching before dropping his firearm and reeled his arm back while the two ran away. "Oh look at that, I was right." were the last words Anti-Mabel said before Ford's fist gave her an overtly friendly greeting.

With the ting of a wineglass, the meeting in the Death Room began. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice." Ford announced to an audience of the remaining Mystery Meisters, Marie, Azusa, Joe, Eibon, among others while Lord Death stood next to him. "Today the reason I've gathered everyone here is because we have a new crisis on our hands."

He picked up the unconscious body of his great-niece and held it high, revealing the bruise mark on her face. "Mabel here has come under the control of an evil version of herself from another dimension that has allied with Kishin Cipher. Although I have put her to sleep, as much as I hated to, she stated her motives of entering the Death Room to retrieve the soul of Asura."

"Are you sure about that?" Dipper snarked standing next to Stein. "I bet she's only faking it to earn our sympathy." He was then ordered to shush by the Meister. "Anyway, although it may seem there's no way to rescue her, we actually do know of a method to do so." Ford continued. "We must go inside her mind itself and stop the source before it can get any worse."

"Question!" an innocent-looking young girl with mahogany brown hair chimed in with a raise of her hand. "Yes young lady?" Ford said preparing for any questions. "Are we like going to dissect her or something?" the girl asked, much to everyone's confusion. "No we aren't! I think." another girl with deep blue eyes and long blonde hair featuring a headband answered. "What are we going to do sir?"

"Pardon me for being rude, but how does going inside her mind equal dissection?!" Ford exclaimed irritatedly. "Sorry mister, don't mind Meme! She's just a bit out there." yet another girl with indigo eyes apologized for her. Stanford just turned to Death and asked "Let me guess, are they not in the EAT class?"

"Yessir, NOT class." Death answered. "Okay, would anyone like to take the floor for me?" Ford offered to his audience, and they answered by turning to Dipper. The boy just sighed and stepped to his great-uncle's side. "What we need to do is recite a certain incantation that will allow us entry into Mabel's mindscape. But since Bill is already inside it, there's no doubt he's waiting for us. So we need to suit up."

"We can use Mabel's drawings!" Patty exclaimed. "They are meant to be combat uniforms after all." she suggested and everyone agreed.

"Come to think of it, this reminds me of a plan Sid's been thinking of before he left called the Spartoi." Stein revealed. "A group of some of Death Weapon Meister Academy's most gifted students, among others. No offense to Mr. Hero or the girls of the NOT class."

"None taken." the aforementioned students responded. "But if we want to stop Kishin Cipher once and for all, all of the Pines must play an important role." Stein continued. "Now then, time to suit up."

Another montage of clothes-making later, the rest of the Mystery Meisters now had their own combat outfits.

Ford wore a light-colored buttonless shirt, simple khakis, a belt buckle with a cat symbol on it and a white coat bearing a six-fingered hand on the back.

Soos was now clad in tan overalls with a question mark on the front pocket, a black undershirt and wore his cap backwards.

Pacifica retained her black leggings & cream boots, but in place of her usual attire was a purple dress with a pink button-up frilled shirt that had llama fur cuffs and went down to a white sash.

Gideon had on a baby blue martial arts uniform and a dark blue undershirt with his pentagram symbol stitched onto the left sleeve.

And finally, McGucket wore a white-lined brown & black suit and a pair of green-tinted goggles.

The EAT students, except Hero, all had similarly colored uniforms of blue and white while the NOT girls had their regular clothing on.

"This is it everyone, our last foe before returning home." Soos declared lighting nine candles. "One question, how do we get into Mabel's head? I mean, we can't put our hands on her head at the same time, then there wouldn't be enough room!"

"I got an idea. Why don't one group go in first and then everyone else comes in as reinforcements?" Pacifica suggested. "Good idea there Pacifica." Maka agreed. "Now let's go over who will go first. Dipper, Pacifica, Mr. Pines, Kid, Black Star, Soos, Wendy and Crona will be the first team. Kilik, Ox, Kim and Hero are the second. And finally Gideon, Blair, Stein, Mr. McGucket and the NOT class are the third one."

"Nice idea Bishop 2." Soos complimented to the Scythe Meister's surprise. "Uh, what did you just call me?" Maka asked. "It's your codename dude. We all gotta have cool codenames if we're going on this risky mission. For example, our team is themed after chess, Ox's has a playing card theme and Gideon's is for Arcana."

"I'm not sure if I was told about this earlier, but carry on." Ox commented bluntly. "Well, see you all later." he added as Ford began the ritual. "Now, are we all mentally prepared for this?" he challenged to his teammates. "Make sure you have weapons by your side."

With a resigned sigh, Maka chose her father to be her temporary weapon until Soul was saved. Likewise, Ford and Azusa shared a tense glare before she became his temporary weapon. "Now that everyone's prepared, well; hope our sanities are intact before we fight Bill." He pressed his hand on Mabel's forehead and the others followed before the scientist began chanting. "Videntis omnium. Magister mentium. Magnesium ad hominem. Magnum opus."

Ford continued chanting which caused everyone's eyes to glow a bright blue. "Habeus corpus! Inceptus Nolanus overratus! Magister mentium magister mentium magister mentium!" In a bright azure flash, the group fell asleep, meaning they have finally entered Mabel's mind.

Dipper slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a familiar place. This was none other than Mabel's accursed dream world of Mabeland. "Oh God, not this place again." he moaned before the others got up. "What the hell is this weirdo place? Are we sure this is Mabel's head?" Black Star wondered brushing the back of his head. "Maybe we should ask that black and white person over there."

The team tiptoed towards a monochrome version of Mabel wearing a suit patterned sweater. "There is another dimension, beyond that which is known to man." the Mabel explained. "A dimension not only of sight and sound; but of mind as well. Your next stop, a land of both shadow & substance, of things and ideas. I will be your guide as you cross into: Neo Mabeland."

The monochrome Mabel pulled back a curtain to reveal the Mabeland that Dipper, Wendy and Soos knew, but it was more devastated & gloomy reflecting Mabel's current mindset and Anti-Mabel's dominance over her. "To your left is what was once dubbed Bubblegum Alley, formerly a place of childlike wonder similar to the rest of Mabeland." she narrated. "Now it is a shell of its former self, following a mental coup d'etat performed by an evil Mabel under orders from a certain someone."

"Okay, can someone explain what Mabel's doing here when she should be held captive?" Liz commented. "I am not the Mabel you should recognize, but rather a Mabel formed from her own subconscious that shall serve as your guide through this world. You may call me Twilight Mabel."

"Isn't that kind of like in that old show?" Crona asked. "Indeed it is Crona. Now then, follow me." Twilight Mabel replied leading the others on their path. "This place was once a paradise of color and fun, that is until a certain someone took things too far when secrets were revealed."

"Can you blame me? Mabel full-on intentionally caused the end of the-" Dipper shouted before Pacifica smacked him in the face. "Okay, that's got to stop Dipper!" she interrupted him. "I know you're super pissed about what she did, but who cares?! If you or Ford were in her shoes, chances are the exact same thing would happen!"

"But she had no idea what it was yet handed it over anyway!" Dipper defended himself. "Well, that's pretty much my fault." Ford confessed. "If only I weren't so secretive and untrusting of others back then."

"Yes indeed, the power of trust can be a double-edged sword." Twilight Mabel interrupted. "On one hand it feels good to be trusted, but on the other-"

"SHUT YOUR DAMN NARRATING ALREADY!" Black Star screamed smacking Twilight Mabel on the back of her head. "I am only trying to assist you my friends, and give some important life lessons in a very mentally scarring fashion." she calmly stated. "This Mabel's right, what matters now is finding our Mabel." Spirit stated. "So where to?"

"I believe your first step should be following me." Twilight Mabel replied. "Step right this way toward the ice cream beach." she announced walking towards a seemingly normal beach where a group of cartoonish dogs stood with their backs turned to the group and arms spread out over a sea of orange juice.

The heroes just stared silently in wonder at their current surroundings, contemplating how a little girl's broken heart would affect her this much. Then suddenly they heard a loud moan. "What was that?!" Pacifica shouted pulling out a basic spear. The troop frantically looked around the shore fearing that enemies might be coming. Luckily, none were coming from behind them, but rather rising from the orange water.

"Are those supposed to be from Mabel's imagination?" Tsubaki wondered gazing upon the monsters that took the shape of cuddly animals and many odd beings, led by the being Dipper had dreaded the most ever since he first stepped foot. "Yo, what up brahs! It's me, the new and improved Dippy Fresh!"

"W-what even is that?!" Kid exclaimed resisting the urge to laugh. "I'm Dipper's superior and more supportive counterpart assigned by my master to protect her at all costs." Dippy Fresh stated summoning an exact replica of Excalibur. "FOOL! My power can be imitated, but never completely duplicated!" the real Excalibur cried out in defiance. "Come at us with everything you've got imposter!"

"Sure thing old guy!" Dippy Fresh declared summoning more monsters crafted from Mabel's mind to his aid. "You just had to open that big nonexistent mouth of yours, didn't you?" Dipper groaned sighing. "I think we might need reinforcements!"

"You mean contacting Death? Which one of us brought a mirror?" Black Star wondered before the rest of the team shrugged. "Dammit, we're gonna need a good reflective surface to use!" he muttered. "Or we could use my Shinigami powers," Kid suggested. "but I'm quite preoccupied right now!"

"I think I know how." Dipper said glaring at his radical counterpart who was already waiting for a battle. "Come on lamebrain, I'm waiting!" he called out casually spinning his sword around. His smug attitude was soon immediately broken when Dipper came charging and their blades clashed. "Tell me where my sister is, or else!"

"Fat chance dude! Why would she ever want to see you again after all you've done?!" Dippy chided backflipping away and firing a black beam from his blade. Dipper on the other hand sliced it in two and sent its halves flying towards the nearest beasts. "I may have screwed up on that part, but I can learn! And she can learn too!"

"Learning's for chumps anyway!" Dippy Fresh shouted with a smug grin continuing to seemingly gain the upper hand. "Why can't more people wear their hats backwards, say outdated catchphrases and disrespect authority like me?"

"You know what, you're right." Dipper agreed with his mirror self. "WHY CAN'T MORE PEOPLE LIKE YOU HAVE THEIR HEADS BACKWARDS?!" With a single stab through his mouth, Dippy Fresh's overconfidence became as broken as his neck as Dipper skewered his sword through and twisted his head in a perfect rotation, ending him once and for all. "Must've been dark times, those 90s."

Dipper picked up his fallen dream version's visor and let out a puff of air on it, fogging up the lenses and allowing him to contact Death. "42-42-564, use this to knock on Death's door." he chanted causing Lord Death to appear on the lenses. "Hey Lord Death."

"Howdy and hello my boy!" the Shinigami cheerfully greeted. "Whoa, what happened here? Did you manage to locate Mabel yet?" he asked. "No, we're currently outnumbered by a bunch of monsters that have been summoned, and we need help! Send in everyone!"

"Which ones?" Death responded. "EVERYONE!" the boy screamed out startling the headmaster of the Academy. "Okey dokie then, the rest will be here in a jiffy!" The message cut off just as a shadowy tendril emerging from Dippy Fresh's arm snatched the visor from Dipper's hands and smashed it. "Uh uh uh lamer!"

Dippy Fresh let out a ghastly laugh while his eyes turned blood red, his skin white as bone and his radical attire being replaced with rags. "Not cool how you broke my neck there dude!" he shouted in a menacing deeper voice. "Now let's see how YOU made me feel!"

"You leave him alone!" Ox cried out dropping from above to impale Dippy Fresh with his spear. Kilik & the Pots, Kim & Jackie, Hero & Mai, Gideon, Blair, McGucket, Stein & Marie and the NOT girls soon followed. "Knew you would all come through!" Dipper cheered. "Anything for you kid!" McGucket exclaimed. "So what's all this?"

"We're going to need someone to cover for us while we find Mabel! Are you all willing to help?" Ford explained. "Will do Mr. Pines!" Tsugumi said as she and her three Meisters Meme, Anya & Ao saluted. "Good! I got a new plan!" Dipper announced. "Queen, Bishops 1 & 2, Rook, Knight, Pawns 1, 2 & 3, Jack, Deuce, Ace, Chariot, Empress, Hermit & Hierophant are all coming with me! That tower over there is where I found Mabel last time, so she must be there!"

"I knew those codenames would become a thing!" Soos cheered before their group raced toward a sandcastle while Dippy Fresh reemerged. "No no no, they can't reach the real Mabel!" he shouted angrily. "Xyler, Craz, after them!"

A pair of knights in rusted black armor nodded to their master before giving pursuit, preparing their weapons to kill. The heroes continued racing toward their destination when the knights attacked. "None shall pass bro!" the first knight declared and the second added "Stand down or face our awesome wrath!"

"You really aren't making yourselves look threatening when you're speaking like surfer dudes." Stein remarked smashing their helmets to pieces with Marie's hammer form, revealing a duo of brightly-colored radical young men underneath, one with blue hair while the other was a blonde with a tan. "Xyler and Craz?" Dipper exclaimed. "Don't tell me Kishin Cipher has you under his control too!"

"Kinda brah, we were just LARPing when that evil Mabel jazzed on in and took over." Xyler explained. "But now that you guys are here, we can help you save Mabel!" Craz added. "Actually, this is our mission alone." Wendy politely refused. "But you guys can help out by taking out the monsters chasing after us!"

"Sounds good to us dude!" the dream boy duo shouted picking up a skateboard and a keytar to fight with while the group continued onward. When they finally reached the top of the tower, Mabel stood with her back turned. "Mabel, it's us. We're here to rescue you." Dipper assured putting a hand on his sister's shoulder. "I'm sorry for everything. Think you could forgive me?"

"LOL, forgiveness is for dorks! Everyone loves me because they think I'm silly!" Mabel exclaimed squishing her cheeks. "That's not Mabel!" Ford shouted pointing Azusa at the girl. "Yeah, she can be kinda silly, but I'm pretty sure she would never say forgiveness is for dorks." Pacifica added.

"Naw bros, this is totally what Mabel is like!" Dippy Fresh declared suddenly behind them while performing a goofy dance. "You just have to accept it and-"

"I would let you finish, but YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!" Dipper finally snapped performing a mighty slash that interrupted his 90s self's free-to-play game-esque jig and sent him falling to the ground below. "Now as for you."

"Oops, looks like my cover's been blown!" Anti-Mabel chirped dropping the act and revealing the real Mabel inside a cage. "You think you're so much smarter, but you'll never be as mature as I am!"

"So is your definition of mature being a really annoying sadist?" Maka snarked preparing Spirit for a battle. "Yeah, kinda." Anti-Mabel hissed before she summoned a large stuffed cat dressed as a judge behind her. "Behold my partner Judge Kitty Kitty Meow Meow Face-Shwartztein! And of course, he shall judge you!"

"Yer all guilty!" the cat shouted pounding his tiny gavel and made them lose their footing. "Court is now in session! And the crime: disrespecting our new lord & master and your own sister as well!"

"STOP SAYING THAT!" Dipper screamed stabbing Anti-Mabel with Excalibur. "Can we just put this blaming to rest and let us have Mabel already?!" The boy was on the verge of tears, both from irritation over the inhabitants of Neo-Mabeland and regret from yelling at her earlier. "I promise, the two of us can be siblings and never fight again! We can patch things up, I'm sure of it! Just please, please...give me back my sister."

There was dead silence in the area before Anti-Mabel let out a hoarse, high-pitched, hateful laugh and wiped a tear from her eye. "Gotta say Pine Tree, you are pretty stupid when emotional!" she sighed. "Maybe a little knock on the head will fix things." The feline judge over her readied his gavel for the final blow. Dipper closed his eyes in acceptance of his fate as the hammer just about reached his face.

Until Twilight Mabel, Maka and Spirit blocked it. The weapons struggled against each other as the regretful brother opened his eyes in shock. "Go, save Mabel! We'll take it from here!" Maka urged him. "But what about you guys?!" Dipper asked. "It's okay. She's family, and families always protect each other." Twilight Mabel assured with a grin.

"How could you Twilight Mabel?! I thought Mabels had to stick together!" Anti-Mabel shouted in disbelief. "I think the proper term would be 'Family sticks together.' Don't you have one of your own in your world?" Twilight Mabel coldly inquired. "Of course I did! They were all a bunch of fools anyway." the other Mabel answered. "An incorrigible flirt, a charity obsessed hippie, a wannabe video star & part-time DJ and the first pig to ever be arrested for armed robbery! They were all just as anti-lovable as I am, and I will make sure that I prove love is nothing but for losers!"

"Are you truly sure about that?" Spirit stated. "I'm definitely a pervert who lost his wife because of it, not gonna lie, but I know that deep down my sweet baby girl still loves me! Even with our differences, there's no doubt that I will stick by Maka every step of the way no matter what!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Anti-Mabel retaliated with a negative-colored rainbow that swept Maka & Twilight Mabel off their feet. What she didn't account for was Dipper trying to unlock the cage his real sister was trapped in. "Uh, anyone got a lock pick?"

"I think Ragnarok can help." Crona stated confidently while his Black Blood partner sprouted from out his vest. "This'll be easy-peesy!" Ragnarok declared musing over the cage door before he decided to up and rip the door off, tossing Mabel out with it.

The girl slowly got up before her brother quickly embraced her while bursting into tears. "I am so sorry Mabel! I'm sorry I got so mad, that I said you were no better than Bill, and that I basically got you into this mess! Please just forgive me already! It's okay if you don't, because I'm really stu-"

Mabel shushed him with her trademark tin grin. "Oh quit it bro. You were pretty stupid, but I was too." she whispered hugging him tight. "We can be stupid together."

"Thank you Mabel, I really needed that." Dipper stated as they broke and wiped off his tears. "Awkward sibling hug?" he offered spreading out his arms. "Stupid sibling hug." the sweater girl replied and they finally embraced after so long, with a casual "Pat pat." added in as well.

"Kids!" Ford cried rushing up to hug them. "I am so glad you decided to be stupid together! Now we can-" He was interrupted by Anti-Mabel striking him in the back. He dropped the kids and was brought to his knees, writhing in agony. "We can't...let you win."

"Stanford!" Azusa shouted using her wavelength to guard her current Meister. "Azusa, you saved me." the polydactyl gasped in wonder. "We may have our differences, but one thing's for certain." Yumi declared. "The kids can never be harmed on our watch."

The two, alongside Stein dual-wielding Marie & Spirit, charged at Anti-Mabel ready to defend the children even if it costed them their lives. "If you think teamwork can help you, then so be it!" the anti-lovable Mabel challenged before Shwartzstein merged with her, forming a feral pink cat creature with another eye atop its forehead.

The only sounds coming out of Anti-Mabel's mouth now were loud roars while bearing its grappling hook claws. It lunged at the adults ready to maul them before the Pines twins came to their defense, both wielding Excalibur. "Leave our friends alone!"

"So it's just down to the Pines family now?" the empowered Anti-Mabel snarled. "I can accept that. Just need the rest of the pieces off the board!" With a single swipe of her hand, the rest of the Mystery Meisters were blasted out of the tower, destroying the walls and leaving only Dipper, Mabel & Ford behind. "Come and face me you three! Or are you just going to stay there frightened?"

"You can't scare us any longer!" Ford growled readying his fists in lieu of Azusa before his great-nephew & niece stopped him. "Rest Grunkle Ford, and bring back the others." Dipper commanded him. "We'll take Anti-Mabel from here." Mabel added. "And mark my words, we'll finish this and go home."

Ford simply nodded and raced downstairs while the twins readied themselves. "Oh just cut it! We all know they'll just die anyway no matter what you'll do, and you won't even care!" Anti-Mabel snapped. The twins however gave no response while holding Excalibur together. "Can't say we blame you Anti-Mabel."

The evil Mabel raised a brow in both confusion and fear. "We can be stupid, we can be silly, heck! We can be selfish too!" the prime Mabel declared. "But we're still kids. Well, only post-preteens but you get our point."

"There's still time for us to grow, to change." Dipper added. "And there's still time for us to stop you, save the universe and our loved ones. People can make really big mistakes, but we can't let them define us for the rest of our lives."

"They can help us develop our lives." Mabel concluded while they glimmered with Excalibur's energy. "In other words, it's finally time for us to grow up."

With a mad dash towards Anti-Mabel, the twins shined brighter than they could ever imagine and they finally stabbed her in the chest.

"FAAAAAAMILY FIIIIINISHEEEEERRRRR!"

Anti-Mabel's jaw dropped in complete and utter fear as the Holy Sword's blade slowly dragged itself upwards toward her head. She barely had enough time to scream out loud when it sliced her in half and the resulting explosion consumed her. "NO! NOOOOOO!"

"We...we did it." Dipper gasped for breath. "Yeah. Guess we did." Mabel added before they fell to the ground. Luckily for them, there was no one else except for all their friends when they finally landed. "KIDS!" Ford cried out picking them up off the sand. "Are you two all right? Exhale once if yes!"

"Don't be such a worrywart Ford, we're fine." Mabel stated reassuringly. "Yeah, we stopped Anti-Mabel, saved Mabel and our family bond is stronger than ever." Dipper added. "Indeed it was children." Excalibur commented. "But this can be seen as only the final exam! With her out of the way, our next target should be none other than Kishin Cipher!"

"Excalibur is right. And I shall be behind you every step of the way." Twilight Mabel responded as Mabeland began to fade away. "Well, guess this is goodbye." Dipper bade farewell to their guide Mabel. "Thank you for helping us find my sister."

"You are very welcome my alternative brother." Twilight Mabel smiled before she began to fade to white as well. "We all shall meet again someday, in the magical world of Mabeland."

Mabel moaned as she opened her eyes and before her was a bright blue sky. "What happened? Where am I?" she groaned rubbing her head and turned around to see her friends' smiling faces. "Everyone."

"You're safe here Mabel. With us." Dipper declared hugging his twin one last time. "And you know who won't be safe?"

"Right." Mabel replied gazing at Lord Death's mirror. "Kishin Cipher."

"Bon voyage children. And when you find Stanley, tell him I said hello!" Death said turning his mirror into a portal. "But what about you?" Ford asked. "You probably can't come with us, so how can it be possible?"

"Oh I have my ways Stanford." Death stated. "Now off you go everyone! Go and save the world!" The Mystery Meisters, plus their six new allies, climbed into the mirror portal that would lead them to Gravity Falls, leaving Dipper and Mabel as the only ones left.

"Ready to head into the unknown?"

"Nope. But let's do it."

With that, the twins disappeared into the portal leaving only Death, Eibon and Joe behind in the Death Room. "Joe, Eibon!"

"Yes Lord Death?" the two responded willing to follow any command he gave them.

"Let's roll up our sleeves and get to work!"

IT! IS! FINISHED! After so long, Chapter 12 is finally completed! And I'm just so happy to finally get this over with since I have been writing it since November. Hopefully it was all worth it my loyal fans and I hope to see you next time on the penultimate chapter of Gravity Soul! But first, a little word from Twilight Mabel.

"It's amazing how far our heroes have come." Twilight Mabel commented. "What started as teaming up against an Eyebat to saving the universe from the combined forces of their greatest foes. It makes me so proud of our characters for developing so much, our author for staying so dedicated to his tales and you, the audience for staying by all the-"

Suddenly a pair of bandages wrapped around Twilight Mabel's mouth as Kishin Cipher came into view. "So Pine Tree, Shooting Star and their little pilgrimage are coming back huh? Adorable!" he grinned strangling the narrating Mabel to death before he glared at the readers. "Be sure to come back next time for my grand return to the story! And remember, I'M ALWAYS WATCHING YOU!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Dashie and Friends Mystic Adventure

Part 2 Inside the Sanctum of books and spells, a blue magma pony name blue fire was busy moving some heavy boxes around the shop, to make some space for the shop grand opening tomorrow. After moving the small boxes, blue fire was doing his best to move a very large crate, which was a lot heavier than moving the bookshelf on his own. Blue fire wanted to use his magma fire magic for extra strength, but he remember the last time he use his magic, he nearly cause a fire that almost burnt down his master house. Blue fire sat down on the floor and try to figure out another way to move the large crate, without damaging it. While thinking about moving the crate, he heard some hooves step from a distance and Blue fire already knew who hooves step that belong to, he was excited to see that his master was coming out from the boring backroom, since his master been there checking something important for a long time. He look where the backroom was and see a blue Pegasus pony approach the main area of the shop, while carrying a few books on it back. Blue Fire was happy to see his master finally coming out from the backroom, he got up from the floor and try to greet his master. But when he walk towards his master, blue fire flank accidentally bump into something and it was the large crate that he was having a hard time to move around. Blue Fire notice that the large crate was about to tilt on the side and it was about to fall to the ground, but flue fire ran where it was tilting and hold it by the side and try his best to push it back. When blue fire master finally reach where he was standing, his master noticed what Blue Fire was doing and was about to ask him of what going on. Blue Fire was about to answer his master questions, but was very busy keeping the large crate from falling and half his strength was nearly gone. Most of blue fire strength was nearly depleted and couldn’t keep it up any longer, he try to give it one more push and hope for the best, but his arms finally gave up on him and force him to feel on the floor. Blue fire notice the large create was falling and it was about to land atop of him, but lucky for him that his master was able to rescue him, buy using it magic to levitate the crate away from him. Blue fire was pleased that his master saved his life and wanted to his master a hug, but he look and notice that his master was busy concentrating controlling it magic, to levitate the large crate. His master move it arms a little to carry the large carte and have it at the center of the store, where it should have been in the very first place. Once the large crate finally in its place, his master remove the spell and examine the crate for any damage. Blue fire walk towards his master and gave her a hug and start thanking his master for saving him. Blue Fire: thank you so much for saving my life Master Dashie, I wasn't sure I was going to make it, that large crate was a lot heavier than I thought Dashie writer: none to worry Bluie, even if the crate would have landed on you, your magma magic would have easily melt the crate, without any problems. But I'm very grateful that I was able to catch it in time or else the very item inside, would have been damage or much worst. Blue Fire: what sort of item that had to be so heavy and hard to move, in the first place Dashie writer: well this heavy item you’re complaining about is actually carrying an ancient artifact inside, which I barrowing from the saddle Arabia history museum Blue fire: you mean the same museum that Master Thomas went to on his royal trip Princess Celestia? Dashie writer: the very same, while Princess Celestia was dealing with the Arabian royal family, dad went over to the museum, so he can meet up with an old friend of his from the old days. Blue fire: did Master Thomas mention his friend name was Dashie writer: not really, all I know about his friend is that she is a master of finding rare items and always enjoy going to museum, to find some special artifact to add to her collection. I wanted to ask him more about his friend, but my mind was mainly wanted to ask him a favor, to see if I can barrow a few artifacts for the book shop opening tomorrow. Blue fire: what kind of artifact that master sent you? Dashie writer: tell you the truth, I can’t really remember exactly I ask him, but I do remember that dad was able to send me two artifact from Queen Cleospectra exhibit Blue fire: Celespectra, you mean the same Cleospectra from your Tawna and friends Mystic adventure books Dashie writer: the very same, but this Queen Celospectra is happen to be a powerful ruler from the far dessert of saddle Arabia Blue fire: really, what was she like, is she anything you written from your book, saying that she was an evil Djinn pony, which use her powers to enslave everyone to do her bidden, by using some sort of djinn magic? Dashie writer: *she walk towards the crate and see if she can find anything to lessen the side* first of all, Cleospectra doesn’t use magic to enslave ponies, I made that part up to make the story a little interesting. But her being a Djinn pony is actually true, I read a couple of books from dad shop and some of them mention about ponies that care called by that name. They look like us, but had some body feature of a snake as well. Blue fire: so that mean, they are actually real snake Dashie writer: ….. Well it more of a yes and no situation, I only read a few books that had some information about them, so it really hard for me to give full details about a Djinn pony, unless I actually met one in person and learn more of their secrets, but like that ever going happen, since most of them haven’t been seen for eons. Blue fire: except for the one you’re written about for your book series. Dashie writer: Cleospectra is an interesting Djinn pony, with a disturbing past that fit perfectly as a main villain for the story, now how about we stop talking about the book for a moment and help me open this crate, I want to see what dad was able to bring us for the shop. Dashie continue looking at the side of the crate, trying to see if she find a loosen area. Once she find the loosen are, she was plan to use her magic and pull the side of the crate, but Blue fire stood by and tell her that he was going to use his magma magic and start burring the side of the crate. Dashie watch over what Blue fire was doing, making sure that he doesn’t do it too much. once he reach the top side corner of the crate, the whole wall from the crate final fall and landed on the floor, Dashie and Blue fire look at the open area of the create and they were able to look at the ancient artifact. The artifact they were looking at, was a large looking sarcophagus that was made of black marble rock, they also notice that it was some ancient writings and design, which show the history of Cleospectra past. Dashie was excited to see to the sarcophagus and wanted to examine it even closer. But when she was about to reach it, she felt something that was tugging her tail and curious of who was doing that. She look and was surprised that Blue fire was pulling her tail with his mouth, stopping her from getting to close to the sarcophagus. Dashie was confused and annoyed the same time of what Blue fire was doing, she look at him for and ask Blue fire to let go Dashie writer: bluie, would you mind of letting go my tail Blue fire: I’m sorry master Dashie, but I don’t think you should get any closer to it. Dashie writer: and would you mind tell me why not? Blue fire: I’m not sure Master, but I have a strange feeling and it not a good kind of feeling either Dashie writer: look Bluie, I know you have a things against evil dark magic and stuff, but I’m telling you that there nothing to fear from it. Cleospectra was a normal ruler that went a little over board with power. Blue fire: but master Dashie writer: but nothing Blue fire, now let go of my tail, so I can examine the sarcophagus and the second artifact Blue fire: but that just it master, I don’t see the second artifact Dashie writer: what *she look inside the crate and notice that the second artifact wasn’t inside* oh sweet celestia chocolate cake your right, there was supposed to be a second artifact inside here, but I don’t see it. Blue fire: do you know what the second artifact look like master Dashie writer: how would I know, dad said he was sending in two artifact to and even if I did know what the second was, I should have seen it by now. Worry about the second artifact, Dashie was able to pull her tail out of Blue fire mouth and walk towards the crate, she started to search inside the crate and hope to locate the second artifact. After a few second of searching, she notice a letter in front of the sarcophagus and didn’t see it a lot sooner, she grab the letter and start reading it. Blue fire walk cautiously when walking near the crate, but able to reach Dashie by her side, he look over her shoulder and look at what she was reading. Blue fire: is that a letter from Master Thomas Dashie writer: it is Bluie and let just say I’m not happy reading it. Blue fire: what does it say? Dashie writer: the good news is that dad was able to send both the ancient artifact that I needed for my shop opening, but the bad news that he had to send them separately, since the second artifact wasn’t able to fit inside the crate. Blue fire: was the second artifact too big? Dashie writer: don’t think so, I’m guess the sarcophagus he was able to send is so big, that the crate had no move for the second artifact Blue fire: so where the other could be then, since Master send them separately Dashie writer: the letter said that dad already send it and should have been here at the shop by now. My guess is that the mail pony must the miss our shop and send it somewhere else. Blue fire: maybe we could step out and look for it. Dashie writer: that going to be difficult, there is a lot store in this shopping district and will take a while to see if one of them have the package. Blue fire: I know that master, I figure it would be a great opportunity for you to make some friends Dashie pause for a moment when his faithful assistant said some words that doesn’t fit her right. She walk away both the crate and Blue fire, then look at the boxes of books that need to be shelf. Blue fire was confuse of what his master did and wonder why she is acting this way, he walk towards her and ask his master if something he said was wrong. Blue fire: what wrong master dashie, did something I said was bad? Dashie writer: yes … I mean no …. Sigh, I’m sorry Bluie, but I’m just not ready to actually talk to other ponies Blue fire: why that master, you talk to me and a few other ponies before Dashie writer: that because you’re family to me and a very close friend, after you been running away from the royal guards or other ponies that wants you for the wrong reason. But the real reason why I don’t want to talk to other ponies, is when I talk to someone new or someone I never met before, I feel a little nervous or act total jerk sometimes, which force that pony to leave. Blue fire: oh I didn’t know, how long you been that way master? Dashie writer: since I was young, I never a fan to talk to other ponies, except for my dad that always be there for me all the time. But with his job as captain of the royal guards, it was a lot harder for me to stay by his side. Blue fire: but what about the time that your father send you to the school for the gifted unicorn, you must the made a lot of friends there, since you was the first Pegasus pony to attend that school. Dashie writer: oh sure I made a lot of friends attending that school alright, except the fact that most of them called me names and other things that wasn’t right. Blue fire: oh dear, I’m sorry about that, I wish I was there and teach those ponies a lesson. Dashie writer: you didn’t need to worry about that, dad had Frankie to escort me to school every day, when she heard some of those kids call me names, she started to scare them off for me, but I still had to teach her that throwing a giant boulder at those kids isn’t a good idea Blue fire: well if that doesn’t work master, how about me using magma magic to melt their Dashie writer: Bluie, what did I say about that Blue fire: sorry master Dashie Dashie writer: …… sigh, my point being that even though that dad send me to that school to make friends, not a lot ponies there didn’t want to hang out with me or even talk to me. So I spent most of my times at the library. Blue fire: I understand how you feel Dashie, I know it not easy to make friends for being different from everyone else, but there a pony once told me that sometimes it alright to be afraid, but you have to stand up on yours hooves and take that first hooves step. Dashie was about to say something to Blue fire, but caught off guard after hearing a crash noise from the distance. Both Dashie and Blue fire look for a moment, wondering where that noise was coming from. Dashie writer: did you hear that Blue fire Blue fire: I did master, but I’m not sure where the noise is coming from Dashie writer: could be coming from the front entrance of the shop Blue fire: do you think it Frankenstein pony damaging one of your relics in the shop again Dashie writer: don’t think so, Frankie is in the back resting for a moment, she hadn’t had a full charge for a while, so she deserve a good rest. Blue fire: if she in the back room, I guess we are dealing with intruders then. Dashie writer: my thought exactly Bluie. Now I need you to stay here and watch the artifact, while I take care of the intruders. Blue fire: are you sure you don’t want me to do it master? Dashie: the last time I ask you to do it, you nearly melt a pony face. Blue fire: that was one time master Dashie writer: a one time I rather to keep, now remember what I said and keep an eye on the artifact. Blue fire understand what his master said and promise her to keep an eye on the sarcophagus, even though he still feel uncomfortable being near it. Somewhere by the main front area of the book shop, Heart felt, Dark crystal and Wit craft were able to made it inside the book shop, after Wit craft use one of her strange invention, that was able to open the front door to the book shop, even though her invention damage the door from beyond repairs. Heart Felt and Dark Crystal look at the entrance door and see how much damage it done, Heart felt sight to herself knowing that the owner of the shop going to hit them with the bill, while Dark crystal sigh of relief that she was able to survive another of Wit craft insane invention. Wit craft was busy looking around the floor of the shop, searching for invention she use a moment ago. After looking around for a moment, Wit craft was able to find her invention and grab it from the floor. Wit Craft: woosier dosier, here you are you little thing, never scare your mother like that again. Dark crystal: …….. Wit craft, are you born crazy or did you fell on your head when you was little Wit craft: I’m not that crazy, except one time I was a foal, I tend to hit my head on the wall, so I can think up some amazing invention ideas. Heart felt: so that explain why I see the wall at the shop damage all the time Dark crystal: either or, you’re crazy invention of you’re almost killed us Wit craft: what are you talking about, my super deluxe steam power pick-lock device ball is a big success, it was able to unlock the door and allow us to gain access inside the shop Dark Crystal: oh sure it was able to do unlock the door alright, except that thing rip the door right off and nearly threw it towards our heads. Wit Craft: ok so my invention need a little work on it aiming, but look on the bright side DC, we got the chance to see a flying doorcer pass our head *she laugh* Dark Crystal: ………. You do relies I going to hit you on the head, just for that weak pun alone Wit Craft: … gulp, can we talk about this DC, it was only a pun Dark Crystal: I’m way beyond from talking, prepare yourself for the pain I going to give you Wit craft see that Dark crystal was walking towards her and did her best to run away, but before she got the chance to go any further, Dark crystal use her magic to teleport in front of her, making sure that Wit craft doesn’t get away. Wit craft was shock to see that Dark crystal was in front of her already and did her best to cover head from her attack. Dark crystal smile in excitement, knowing that she was going to enjoy this too much. Just before she could make a blow on Wit craft head, Heart felt teleported in front of her cousin, stopping her from harming Wit craft. Dark crystal wasn’t pleased that her cousin got in the way again, she look at her and ask her to get out of the way. Dark Crystal: Heart felt, why you are stopping me from hitting Wit craft on the head Heart Felt: I’m sorry Dark Crystal, but you can’t hurt Wit craft like that, just because she made a silly pun Wit Craft: that right DC *she notice that Dark Crystal was looking at her with the angry eye, which made her hide behind Heart felt* um forget what I just Dark Crystal: ok you made a point about me getting upset about a pun, but at least let me hit her on the head, for breaking the door down. Heart Felt: nobody is going to hit anybody, I know what Wit craft did was wrong, but right now we need to find the owner of the place and give her the package that Derpy trust us to deliver. Now can we agree to work together for now, until this job is done? Dark Crystal: …. Sigh, whatever Wit Craft: woosier dosier my noggin is saved, thanks again Heart felt Heart Felt: don’t thank me yet Wit craft, we still have to pay the broken door and we don’t have the extra money to pay for it yet. Wit Craft: don’t worry about the door, I ask my uncle to stop by and fix it for us. Heart Felt: oh yeah, I nearly forgot about your uncle does repair works. Wit Craft: that is correct, the great inspector fix it, he’ll crack every case, which need to be fixing. I came up that line for him. Hear Felt: …… um, that sound nice Wit Craft: I knew you like it, which is why I’m still working on a nice line for our store, still a working progress, since I need to work a nice words for DC Dark Crystal: I heard that Wit craft close her mouth for a quick second, before Dark crystal return for vengeance, Heart felt sigh to herself, knowing that dealing those two was going to be a lot of work than she. She look around for the package she brought with her and found it by the front door, she use her magic to lift it and place it on her back. Then she notice something a little different about the package, she felt a little more weight on it and she remember it wasn’t that heavy, when she was walking down the street with her friends. Heart felt was thinking about opening the package and see why it felt heavier than before, but she notice that her friends were already gone and had no clue where they went, she forget about looking inside of it and try to catch up with her friends. Somewhere in the middle of the shop, Wit craft and Dark crystal were looking around the book shop, seeing some of the random items that was in display, Dark crystal was a little impress of some of the items she saw, she also even crack a smile a little, when she saw a display of crystal of different shape and sizes. Wit craft on the other hand was busy looking at some of the books that were inside the boxes, she spot a few books on some of the things she like, she also was able to find something, that was able to get Dark crystal attention Wit Craft: woosier dosier, I can’t believe this Dark Crystal: what is it Wit craft, did you see the owner of the shop or something Wit Craft: even better DC *she held the book in front of Dark crystal* it one of my favorite mystery book, the adventure of Sherlock Thomas and Doctor Prosecutie Watson. Dark Crystal: oh yeah I remember that book series, Heart felt and I use to read them together all the time, but we kinda stop reading them after a while Wit Craft: but how come DC, Sherlock Thomas and Doctor Prosecutie Watson was one of the best mystery stories ever written, why you and Heart felt stop reading them Dark Crystal: …….. Sigh, I really don’t want to talk about it, ok Wit Craft: are you sure, if you told me what it was, then maybe Dark Crystal: *she walk towards Wit craft face and show an angry look in her eye* I said, I don’t want to talk about it Wit Craft: woosier dosier, take it easy DC, I won’t talk about it anymore. Dark Crystal: good, but speaking of Heart felt, was she still right behind us, before we started walking Wit Craft: I remember that Heart felt was right behind me, but then my mind got distracted for a moment and was busy looking at all the cool books on the side. Dark Crystal: same here, I saw some rare crystal on display and I kinda was thinking about asking someone to see if I can buy them Dashie writer: or you was thinking about stealing them instead. Dark Crystal thought that Wit craft made another remark towards her, but then relies the voice she heard was a little different. She look behind her and another a blue Pegasus pony with rainbow mane, standing in front of her, staring at her with her eyes. Dark Crystal was little shock to see the Pegasus pony that appear out of nowhere, she look to see if Wit Craft was ok, but notice that she was hiding behind the large box of books, she was looking at a moment ago. Dark Crystal was agitated that Wit Craft was hiding like that, instead of helping her face the pony in front of her. She notice the Pegasus pony was walking side by side, stilling staring at Dark Crystal in the eyes, Dark Crystal was going to ask the pony a question, but was cut off from talking, when the Pegasus pony spoke out first. Dashie writer: what are you and your little sidekick that hiding behind by books, doing here Wit Craft: hey, I’m no sidekick, I’m an independent mare that can take care of herself, except when I need fix a few problems, with my invention Dark Crystal: you’re not helping Wit Craft Dashie writer: well, are you going to answer my question or not thief Dark Crystal: hold on a second, I’m no thief nor my friend there Dashie writer: if you’re not a thief, what are you doing here then? Dark Crystal: Wit Craft and I came here with my cousin Heart felt, to bring a stupid package of yours, which came to our shop by mistake Wit Craft: that right and we simple store owners unicorns, figure that we do the right thing and bring your package back to you. Dashie writer: …. Ok then, if you brought the package to me, where is it? Wit Craft: ………. Oh yeah, that the sad part Dark Crystal: my cousin have the package with her, but since I was busy being annoyed by Wit Craft, we kinda lost her somewhere in the book shop. Dashie writer: you left your cousin inside the book shop *face palm* this is just great Wit Craft: is something the matter? Dashie writer: of course something a matter, your friend of yours is lost somewhere inside the book shop and we have to find her quickly Dark Crystal: what do you mean by that, is there something in this place would harm her Dashie writer: …… sigh, listen very closely, this place is more than just a book shop, it carry some rare items that most ponies don’t see very often. Now I would tell you more, but we need to find your friend, before she found something that would. Just when she was about to finish her sentence, she heard someone was screaming and it was coming from the other side of the book shop. Dark Crystal and Wit Craft know that scream from anywhere, knowing that their friend Heart felt was in danger. Dashie look and notice that both Wit crafter and Dark crystal run pass her and head towards where the screaming was coming from. Dashie sigh to herself and use her magic to teleport in front of the two intruders, before they go any further. Dashie writer: now hold on for a moment, you two can’t just barge right in there and think to find your friend with no problem, there a lot of danger and you two going to need me as your guide. Dark Crystal: and what if we refuse your help Dashie writer: believe me, you’re going to need my help, especially when the book shop start to change. Wit Craft: what, you mean this whole book shop change, woosier dosier, that sound cool Dashie writer: cool and dangerous at the same time. Now I know we may not trust each other right now, but at least let us work together and find your cousin. Dark Crystal: ….. Whatever, let just go already. Wit Craft: sorry about her attitude, DC is grateful that you’re helping us Dashie writer: it’s no problem at all, now let follow your friend and keep her safe from danger. to be continue Thomas the writer: hey everyone, sorry for this story a little late, I was plan to continue it a little longer, but might take another time to think of the ending better. But I hope you all enjoy the story and wait for the appearance of the Djinn pony Cleospectra

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