I will be posting the revised chapters.

Clean of author's note, and corrected grammar and spelling.

Unknown PoV

I open my eyes and gaze at the ceiling of our mansion. Sitting up, I notice that I am alone in my room, something that happens quite rarely. I walk over to the window to confirm my suspicions.

It has started again.

The world around me is like a dark abyss, the sky, field, trees, and even the people outside lay motionless. I was expecting this, although I have hoped that this nightmare would stop by now.

I set my eyes on a faint glow on the ground. I start to follow it as I would do everytime this happens.

Through the humongous and wide ballrooms, the long and narrow hallways, and the small guest rooms. I follow it wherever it goes, seemingly as though guiding me through a labyrinth... a maze without an end.

It leads me to a long eerie corridor, stopping halfway. It looks like it's still deciding where to go. It could also be waiting for me. But that thought is too optimistic.

Walking past rooms that rarely inhabit people, I take in the gloomy atmosphere.

Our mansion is the biggest, wealthiest, and most importantly, the loneliest in all of Depravity Falls. It's dreadful, outside this dreamscape. But, seeing it here just gives me a sense of...

Content.

The way everything lays motionless and void of color is all very fitting. Speaking to me, like it knows and has felt the pain I have experienced and endured.

I snap out of my thoughts to look around the long hallway, enough to see the glow slowly diminish... I'm finally here.

I find an empty crevasse with the label "Gleeful Twins" in gold, beside it is a painting of my parents. Ah yes, the day my sister and I was born.

I place my gaze upon our old baby room. Quickly, I open the doors. The sooner this ends, the better.

In the room are our parents, our grunkle, our grandpa, and me and my sister as new born twins. Slowly, the room starts to regain it's color. As it did so, I sit on a chair near the study table, closed my eyes and gave a long sigh. The show is just about to begin.

Everyone has now regained their color followed by a blinding light. As I open my eyes however, I now lay in a black room, void of light.

The only light remaining emitted from me, the people around me and basically anything this stupid dream thinks is important.

*Dream*
"Dipper and Mabel... they're beautiful..." Clara (AN#1) whispers, rubbing the heads of the twins earning her small fits of giggles. "I guess you can now call them the Gleeful Twins."

"You don't say..." Dave (AN#1) states, happily placing an arm around his wife and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Imagine what wonderful things-" He adds before being interrupted by a loud crash.

Everybody turns to the source of the noise afraid of what it might be.

A yellow triangle is currently floating, without a care in the world. "WHOOPS! LOOKS LIKE I ACCIDENTALLY BUMPED INTO THAT ONE." He states, making light of a now broken lamp.

Nobody dared to say anything.

"WELL, WELL, WELL! IF IT ISN'T THE GLEEFUL FAMILY!" Came a loud, somewhat evil tone. "HEY WRITER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEWHAT?" Scrap that, he is evil.

"Bill! What are you doing here?!" Ford's voice echoes through the dark room.

Completely ignoring him, Bill continues speaking. "OH LOOK, OFFSPRINGS! LOOKS LIKE SOME PEOPLE WERE BUSY AT BED HAVING-"

Bill is cut off by an annoyed Ford, "What do you want Bill?!" he shouts.

Bill sighs, his single eye closed."LETS JUST SAY I'M TOO RESTLESS. NOTHING HAS BEEN HAPPENING FOR..." Bill replies. With a flick of his wrist, summons a calendar out of thin air. "7 YEARS!"

Clara and Dave look at the dream demon, at each other, to the Stans, then at their children.

"ALRIGHT I'LL CUT TO THE CHASE, AIN'T THAT WHAT YOU HUMANS CALL IDIOMS? LOOK I'M ACTING LIKE A SMART-" Bill states in an insulting manner, well everything he says sounds insulting anyway.

"Just say what you want!" Grunkle Stan screams in fear and annoyance.

"WOW I'M BEING CUT OFF LATELY. FINE HERE'S THE CATCH. I HAVE BEEN SENSING A HUGE CHUNK OF... WELL THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT." Bill says, suspiciously. As if hiding something important, VERY important. "BUT IT HAS LED ME TOO..." He exclaims looking over to the twins and pointing at them. "THEM." He adds in a demonic tone.

"No! You can't have my children!" Clara screams in fear. She is now covering the children, like she's enough to protect them.

"DON'T WORRY! I'LL JUST EAT THEM NO BIGGIE!" Bill replies in a power hungry tone. "OR PERHAPS WE CAN... STRIKE A DEAL?" He screeches, followed by a set of chuckles.

Hearing this, Stanford starts opening his journals but was stopped against his will. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" Bill snaps his fingers, the 3 journals now consumed by blue fire, slowly it disappears into thin air.

"You leave me no choice." He replies about to use the only safety he knew that could defeat Bill... or at the least, stall him.

Stan spends a lot of time, researching, experimenting, and recording. He knows about the dream demon, having already dealt with him before. Bill always seems immortal, impossible to defeat. But, finally he stumbles upon it. The spell that could trap the demon for years depending on the value of sacrifice... one's life.

Grunkle Stan instantly knew what he was about to do. "Ford! Don't do it!" Desperate, not wanting to lose his only brother.

"I'm sorry, it's the only way." Ford replies. He takes a knife in the shape of a cross.

"Daemonium Captum..." He starts, piercing his arm, letting out a scream of pain. The dream-demon, now trapped in a Golden cage.

"LIKE THIS IS ENOUGH TO STOP ME!" Bill screams furiously, his hands glowing bright blue, his size multiplying by the second.

Carla and Dave are now shielding their eyes and the twins. Stanley just keeps looking in shock and horror... the spell only works to it's fullest when it's caster experiences pain.

"Clausum suis Potestatibus..." Ford continues his chant, piercing his other arm with the knife. A large lock is now placed on the cage.

"WAIT! THIS SPELL ITS..." Bill exclaims, starting to growl in anger.

"Goodbye Family... Hoc est sacrificium ad lapidem!" Stanford screams stabbing his heart with the knife.

"NO!" Is Bill's only response, the cage now taking in the essence of Grandpa Stan as it slowly shrinks.

Bill starts to turn blue. Shrinking along with the cage. "THIS WILL NOT BE THE LAST YOU SEE OF ME!" Bill booms before disappearing into nothingness, leaving 3 cyan jewels. One outshining the rest.

Stanford's lifeless body now lies in the middle of the room and as Grunkle Stan sees him he immediately runs towards the corpse. His knees weaken and tears form. "No, no, no, no! Brother!"
*End of Dream*

I shudder at that dream. Just like the last 10 times, I just can't get used to seeing it. I look down at the jewel tied around my neck. Clutching it tightly, I feel like wanting to rip it apart and destroy it. But, I can't... it would only do more bad than good.

I open my eyes expecting to wake up from the Dreamscape. But I am instead greeted by another faint glow. Now this has never happened before. 2 glows? This is unusual.

Hesitatingly, I follow the faint glow. I also notice that it has a pinkish color to it. Whatever it may mean, it's quite weird to only appear now.

I continue to follow the glow as it leads me to the entrance of our mansion. The pink glow, now etched onto the front door.

My curiosity starts getting the better of me. My hand moves towards the door knob. My mind in a heated debate to open it or not. Then, after what felt like the longest hour of my life, I open the door.

My eyes are first blinded by a pink light. Taking my sweet time to adjust, I blink, awaiting what lies in store for me outside.

The surroundings are now a dark void, not the black and white picturesque anymore.

In front of me looms a figure. The figure looks to be a human, his or her body merely a blur. Face, body, clothes... nothing. I can't see the person but judging by the long, flowing hair, the figure could be a girl.

The only thing I can see clearly is a small part of her hair, a hue of orange that is so unique, you can see it a mile away. It's the perfect color... so natural, yet so aesthetic... so amazing, yet so imperfect... so unique, yet so... underrated.

I frown at my thoughts. Although it's true. Hair like that would attract attention, sneers, teases, and bullies...

I reach out to touch the figure, but a cold whisper paralyzes me in place. "I can't believe you would betray me..." the figure speaks, moving farther from me.

I was about to answer back, ask what the figure meant by that. But another voice speaks up, completely different from the figures heartbroken and betrayed voice. "Haec visio esse fatum." This time it's cold and uncaring.

Then I'm engulfed by another light, telling me it's time to wake up.

No One's PoV
"Gahh!" Comes a surprised yelp. Dipper Gleeful has just woken up from his deep slumber. Turning to his left he comes face to face with his twin sister.

"Another dream my one and only bro?" (AN#2) The one whom Dipper calls his sister asks.

"Yup..." Dipper replies in a quiet voice. He does not want to talk with Mabel right now.

"It's about Grandpa Stanford is it?" Mabel interrogates, seeing his expression.

Dipper's eyes go wide, but he nods in reply. "Yup... that's all really." He states, not wanting his sister to pry. He looks at his sister with a monotonous expression.

Mabel looks intently at Dipper. A look of curiosity and suspicion."Well, let's not worry about that for now, it's almost breakfast." Mabel replies, ruffling her brother's hair.

Siblings always keep secrets amongst each other. Twins are no exception. So with a sigh, Mabel lets this one slide.

Before she was about to leave her brother notices a red stain in her shirt. "Mabel! You forgot a little something?" Dipper exclaims motioning his hand to the sleeve of his shirt. "You got quite a stain here." He adds causing Mabel to bring her tongue out.

Mabel starts to hold the jewel on her headband, one similar to Dipper's, "Augendae triangulum, sanabit!" She chants as her eyes glow sky blue, imitating fire. The blood stains on her sleeve and her wound, now gone.

"I still can't get used to the idea of you cutting yourself." Dipper tells his sister before standing up, shuddering at the thought.

"Hey it helps me keep my sanity! Besides you scream like a wittle girl when you dream." Mabel exclaims in a mock tone.

Feigning annoyance, Dipper pouts at his sister. "Fine let's just go to the dining table. Wait... the books!" Dipper then holds his own crystal. "Triangulum teleportavimas Liber I et II."

Out of nowhere two journals appear before them covered in a blue flame, both had a golden 6-fingered hand in the front with the corresponding numbers 1 and 2.

Mabel reaches for her book, book #2 while Dipper reaches for book #1, tucking it in his cape. "Now we can go." He remarks as he opens the doors and starts walking to the dining room, his sister following by.

As they walk the long halls, Dipper can't shake of the feeling of what the voice stated. Repeating the statement over and over again in his head... roughly translating "This shall be your destiny".

Reaching the dining room, he sees the man he has hated for his whole life waiting for them. With venom in his voice he reluctantly greets him. "Good morning, Grunkle Stan."

AN#1: Clara and Dave are my madeup names for Dipper and Mabel's parents.
AN#2: This statement doesn't show love in a romantic kind of way... that's just how Mabel addresses Dipper.