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Welcome to the unknown
Dipper
“You know Pine Tree, it’s too bad you have to die now. I was having fun watching you chase your tail trying to find all of this town’s secrets.” Bill says, taking a step closer towards the edge of the water tower.
“Please!” I beg, “please don’t do this, I’ll do anything!”
“That’s what Sixer said, and then he betrayed me.” And with that he sends my body plummeting to the ground, a sick smile on my— his face.
…
“Wirt! There’s someone over here!” A girl yells, far too close to my ear for comfort.
I try to open my eyes but it’s too much effort, everything hurts too much to do anything. Which is probably why when someone who smells like forest leaves and old books picks me up by the arms and someone else picks up my legs, I don’t make any effort to try and escape. If this is how I die, so be it, at least the pain would be over.
Eventually I’m set down on something soft and that’s when everything starts coming back, The journals, The deal, Bill, everything.
How am I still alive? I saw Bill kill me!
“Who’s this?” What sounds like a young boy asks.
“I don’t know Greg,” a boy who sounds about the same age as me answers. Suddenly I feel a small hand shaking my shoulder.
“Greg! Don’t bother him, he’s probably hurt.”
“Sorry Wirt.” The boy I assume is named Greg answers.
“Where… who?” I manage to get out, the words clawing at my throat making me cough.
“Beatrice!” The other boy— Wirt, calls. “Do you have that medicine?”
“I’m coming, I'm coming. You don’t have to be so bossy.” That same female voice calls from another room.
I hear footsteps crossover to me and the girl Wirt called Beatrice says in a much kinder voice,
“This is going to taste gross, please swallow it, I don’t feel like cleaning my floors.”
And with that a disgusting thick liquid is poured into my mouth, but I’m still too exhausted to try and fight it, so I just swallow it down and try not to gag. Almost immediately after I swallow it I feel the pain start to subside and my energy start to return.
I open my eyes to see the young kid, Greg, in a white shirt and green overalls that seem much too old timey for the young kid. Standing next to him is a girl and a blue regency era day dress, her hair tied into a knot on top of her head, Beatrice I assume. And then there’s Wirt, he’s in an outfit that reminds me of the gnomes, hat and all. but he’s a normal height, maybe even a little tall. I have the random thought that he looks cute but I shove that down trying to focus on everything else. Like for starters, how I’m alive
Bill definitely killed me, I saw him do it. So how am I here, in fact where even is here?
“You probably have a lot of questions, we will try our best to answer them but you might need to suspend your disbelief.” Wirt says, as if he’s answering my thoughts.
“Trust me I’ll believe more than you think.” I respond, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
“Can you remember what happened before you got here?” Beatrice asks.
The memories flash through my head, all blood, pain, and that twisted smile, “yes.” I state.
Beatrice shifts on her feet, “do you remember… Do you remember dying?”
“Yes.”
Beatrice and Wirt exchange a glance before Beatrice continues,
“Then I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do, Welcome to the Unknown.”