(I have been working on this for so long. For the past few days I buckled down to finish. Please don't judge this too bad, I simply had to get it done. Even if the work was a bit sloppy.)

Dipper felt as if he had just surfaced from being underwater. He gasped as everything became much clearer and less fuzzy. He had not realized that the world was out of focus until now. Compared to before, everything was now sharp and crisp. He looked up at the two apove him.

"Did it work? Is the spell broken?" The strange Gideon asked.

Dipper nodded and rubbed his eyes. He shook the last bit of fog from his mind. "Yea, I think so, and I certainly hope so."

"Do you remember what happened? Are you ok?" Hippy Pacifica asked as she untied him from the bedpost. "You have been tied up here for awhile. It almost feels like over a year without an update, despite it being only a few hours here."

"Watch the fourth wall. We can only make so many jokes about it before it gets unfunny." Gideon scholded. "We are not Deadpool."

Dipper nodded as he rubbed his wrists that were sore from the rope. He had struggled so hard against the ropes to get free while he was under the spell. All he could previously think of was to get back to his sister in this world. The same thought was on reply the entire time, and he had rubbed his wrists raw. It was hard to believe that Mabel... It just hit him.

Mabel, she had enchanted him. His own sister had used magic on him. While it was not technically his Mabel, it still stung worse than any rope burn could. Perhaps this world truly was different. While he knew Mabel had not intended to hurt Dipper, it still was a red flag. It proved she was manipulative and was more then willing to use dark magic to get what she wanted. Hell, she had a demon terrified of her. If that did not prove anything, nothing would.

Poor Will, he seemed like a generally nice guy. It was hard to imagine the sweet blue haired boy was a demon, let alone to imagine he was anyway related to Bill. He practically heard as Ford scolded him on the matter. Fact was that he was a demon and he did work for Mabel Gleeful. He was foolish enough to trust her once and he got enchanted. If he wanted a chance to get home, he would have to be careful who he put his trust in.

"I am going to make sure the magic border is secure. I really don't feel like fighting with a pissed off Telepathy Twin." Pacifica said "I was not planning on the mega battle between her until my wedding day and I do not wish it a moment sooner." She picked up the box of herbs and hex bags. "Behave you two."

"Alright, good id- Wait, you plan to Marry him!" Gideon called. The Hippy ignored him and went to set up the protection. Gideon looked at Dipper, "I am starving, and you could probably use bite too."

Dipper followed the boy downstairs to the kitchen. He started to think about the alternate version of his sister. She not only had a demon work for her, but she put him under spell without a second thought. She was a, well she was a from insanity, magic, and down to the thick southern accent. Dipper's heart froze as he realized something. If this Mabel was a Gleeful, then the Dipper Bill sent to his home is a Gleeful. His eyes widened and he started to panic.

"The Dipper from this world is in my home! He is going to hurt my family! He-"

Dipper was interrupted by Gideon shoving a sandwich into his mouth.

"My Cousin talks about Dipper Gleeful enough." Gideon replied. "And I really don't wanna hear more at the moment. There is nothing we can do for the moment. MIght as well eat."

Dipper took a bite of the sandwich. He went to argue, but then he tasted it. It was not exactly a normal sandwich.

"Is this peanut butter and tuna?" Dipper asked.

Gideon scratched the back of his head. "Um... yea. That one was supposed to be mine. I just got annoyed and wanted to shut you up. Sorry, I know most think it is gross."

"No. It is actually my favorite. Mabel once gave me to me when we were three as a prank. She was shocked to discover that I loved it. Even if people gave me a strange look as I ate it."

They shared a smile before they both seemed to realize that they were talking to alternate versions of their enemies. There was a few seconds of awkward silence as they both ate their sandwiches. He glared at the white haired boy who was now around his age from across the kitchen . He looked more normal now that his hair was down, even if it was still a chalky white color. Gideon seemed to be just as uncomfortable as Dipper was, as the boy seemed to try and find the answer to life within his own sandwich.

"So..." Dipper started "This is kinda awkward."

Gideon nodded. "Especially considering we seem to share similar clothing and food taste. Not to mention it is extremely odd being the same age."

"Yea, it is strange.. Normally you are a psychotic nine year old with hair that makes up half your height."

Gideon laughed with his mouth full, so his words were slightly muffled. "He can't be any worse than your...Evil Twin." He swallowed "Wait, you already have a twin, so does that term still apply?"

Dipper smiled slightly. At Least the tension seemed to slowly diminish. Dipper found himself able to relax a bit. As weird as this situation was, he realized how easily he got along with Gideon. Hell, in another situation they would probably be good friends. Shame that they were both reverse versions of their enemies.

"Not sure if it applies. Especially if you think about how he is older than me." Dipper admitted. "I am lucky, all i have to deal with is a crazy nine year old. And I have my sister to help. You have to face two crazy magic twins."

Gideon shrugged. "It was hard at first, but then Paz found our journal and we quickly caught on with how to protect ourselves. But, I have to admit, it must be horrifying to see a nine year old killing people."

Dipper was wiping the crumbs off his shorts when he heard those words. "What do you mean killing? I mean, he has attempted it before, but never succeeded. Where would you get that idea?" Dipper's heart dropped into his stomach. "The crazy versions of my sister and I kill people?"

"Look, I really want to know about your world." Gideon said " And I think you are curious about this world. Can we agree not to fuck eachother over in the end?"

"Ummm... Yea." Dipper replied. "I like this idea.

Gideon chuckled and took a large bite of his tuna sandwich. "I once found a magic copier. I made copies of myself, and they turned on me. Despite the fact we agreed not too."

Dipper looked up. "Lemme guess, you did it to get a girl?"

"Yea... How did you know that?"

"The same thing happened to me." Dipper replied. "I think we will get along fine."

Dipper Gleeful resisted the urge to toss the book at the wall. He thought he was quite well at controlling his temper, or at least much better than his sister. But there were a few things that really pissed him off. One of them was when he could not figure something out. The Journals from this world did not make as much sense as they should. He had spent the past few days studying with the author to get him home. This should be a dream working with Ford, but he was pissed. He was clever, dammit! No, he was not just clever, he was fucking brillantHe should be able to understand this. He slammed the second Journal shut.

Ford looked up from his own journal. "What is wrong?"

"These journals are different than the ones from my world." He gritted teeth. "I cannot follow it as well as my own."

"How so?" Ford asked as he turned the page on the journal he had in his hand.

"You focus on different things. My Author focused more on the magical side of things. Spells, unseen forces, potions, enchantments and so on. Meanwhile, you focused on the scientific side and codes."

Ford looked up. "The codes are not super complicated. Your younger self figured-"

"Can it, old man." He hissed; he would not accept anyone insulting his intelligence. "It would not be hard to stop your heart..."

Ford glared at him before he returned to his journal. Dipper did the same and reopened the journal in his lap. Ford seemed to be the only one who truly understood what Dipper would be willing to do. But as Ford pointed out earlier, he was Dipper's best chance at going home. Dipper needed the old man. Still, Dipper enjoyed sending threats his moment he no longer needed Ford, the threats would become less empty, and he made sure the old man knew it.

He made an effort to act 'nice' around his little sister; he wanted her to continue to look up to him as a hero. He enjoyed watching this Mabel watch his magic with fascination. Of course he would show her tricks from his stage show instead of his own personal spells. He smiled at the thought of her looking up at him in awa.

Dipper made no attempt to be kind to others, but they still all did not take him He snarled at them, insulted them, and basically threatened him. No one seemed to think he was would go through with it. As Wendy even referred to him as an 'edgy teen worse then Robbie'. He was unsure who Robbie was in this world, but he was gonna find out. Then Dipper would rip off his head and leave it on Wendy's bed to find.

He smirked to himself. Wait, no. He needed to pay attention right now. The sooner they could find a way home, the sooner he could take his Little Mabel home. Dipper was kinda scared on how his Mabel would react about their new small sibling, but he was sure Pazzy would adore her. He wondered how his Mabel reacted to Little Dipper.

"How is your mental health?" Ford asked casually a few minutes later.

Dipper turned the page of the journal and refused to look up. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Why the fuck did the Author bring that up? He shifted uncomfortably and felt the spiders crawl across his mind. He forced himself not to shiver as the tiny legs tickled his brain. He had to just let them crawl and do what they wanted to do. If he tried to stop them or focus on them, well, bad things happened. His heartbeat quickened as he remembered the last time.

Stop it, you fool. Deep breath and mellow out. He closed his eyes and focused on the thought of his sister. He imagined her in his mind, in those silly blue silk nightgowns she insisted on wearing and her terrible bed head. He smiled at the thought and returned to the journal.

"What does that to do with Universe travel?" He asked casually. .

"I may not be an expert on magic, but I have seen enough it through all the different dimensions to know that it can be very damaging to one's mind. Especially if it is dark magic."

"I assure you that I am completely mentally stable." He lied. "And I am not foolish enough to play with dark arts."

Ford chuckled. "There is no need to lie about it. I have a few loose screws myself." He paused "I was also not very wise with the darker things. I understand the-"

"Pardon me if I am wrong, but what does that have to do with getting your Dipper back?" The Gleeful asked innocently, despite the fact he grew annoyed.. "I am sure he wants to return home as much I do."

The old man rolled his eyes. "Don't deny it. You already stated you study magic and potions. I doubt you turned down dark forces. With someone as young and ignorant then you-"

"Excuse me?" Dipper growled.

"It is nothing to be ashamed of, My Boy." Ford said. "You have only a few years with experience in studies. You can't expect to not be taken advantage by-"

Something snapped inside the boy. Within seconds Ford was levitated up and thrown against the wall with force.

"How fucking dare you!" Dipper snarled as he threw the man against the other wall with even more force. "I may be young, but I am far from naive. I read your Journal, don't you forget. Just because you were an idiot does not make me one!"

Instead of red, he saw blue. He was enraged at the stupid stupid man. He assumed Dipper and his sister made the same mistakes he did. Dipper would not be insusted like this. By now he knew his temper, but he did not care.

"While you fucking let a demon trick you, I put one in chains, Literally! I am much more powerful."

"What?" Ford gasped "What about Bill?"

"That demon caught me off guard as he was trying to make a deal with my girlfriend. I would never be foolish enough to actually make a deal with him!" He snarled. "THe dam demon threw me in the portal before I had a chance to do anything!"

He could not take this stupid reality anymore. He was sick of those stupid codes and Ford insulting his intelligance. He missed his sister and was worried about her sleeping on her own. He missed the optimistic words of his girlfriend. He was tired of eating poor food. He was sick of playing hero and hiding who he really was. He even missed his pet demon a bit.

Dipper summoned a dagger that would make his sister proud and slowly approached Ford. He needed to let out some steam.

"Dipper, stop!" Mabel commanded as she stormed into the lab.

He turned to find the 12 year old staring at him. His heart melted a bit before it froze over again. She caught him. She knew who he truly was and what he truly was capable was. He started to panic. Sparks started to appear around him and the grip on the dagger tight end.