【Billdip】Restart

"Five more hours?"

Dipper took the timing bracelet. McGucket weighed his backpack nervously.

"Yes," the old man licked his lips, "seriously Youngboy, I suggest you take your sister and S...Stan to hide, this is a doomsday machine. I helped build this, I know what's behind it. "

McGucket got emotional afterward, waving his dirty hands and grabbing Dipper's shoulders.The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and the raccoon in his backpack kept squeaking.

"This is the devil's creation! We can't win!"

Dipper stared into his future teacher's eyes. Alcor smiled, and pushed McGucket's hand away.

"We're going to win," he said softly, but his words were loud, "I promise you."

[WE? 】

[Me and you. 】

Five hours is enough time for The Last Demon to do a lot.

The people of Gravity Spring have always been big-hearted, and they can run horses if they are wide-eyed.If you encounter weightlessness, you can still participate in the music festival. What to do, it will not affect the rhythm of life at all.Those people from the Blind Society really thought too much. Just this group of residents has no need for amnestic guns at all.

Dipper's pace is not fast, he even intends to go to Lazy Susan's to buy pies, and eat while watching TV. LazySusan's baked apple pie is very crispy, and the mouth is full of hot and sweet juice. Dipper munches on pie and sits behind the bar watching the London Olympics.

Now it is the replay of the men's foil individual final, and Dipper watched it with gusto.He is a professor at Stanford University. This school on the west coast of the United States, which emphasizes "sports and education", sends a large number of athletes to the Olympic stadium every year. Naturally, he also needs to know something.

"I remember when the Rio Olympics, Stanford was going crazy." He said slowly, LazySusan was washing the dishes, and no one paid attention to him.During the Rio Olympics, he was still in his junior year. At that time, the atmosphere was very lively. Stanford won eleven of the gold medals. Sitting in front of the TV with my roommate and cheering on the gold medal with potato chips.

The United States did not do well in fencing at the London Olympics, with only one women's bronze medal.Who Dipper is can't remember.It's not that he disdains bronze medals, quite the contrary. As a teacher, Pines has always opposed achievementism. He is known for his patience and good temper, and he is deeply loved by students-except for homework and attendance.But the age is too long, he is more familiar with Rio and Tokyo than the London Olympics.The results in Rio were much better than those in London, and they won two silver medals without a gold medal. Dipper's eyes filled with tears.

Now he sits alone in the small town of Gravity Springs, Oregon, watching the [-] Olympics.There is only one demon around him to watch with him.Nobody in this town cares about the Olympics, they're all going to the music festival.

He bowed his head and smiled.

DipperPines put the last piece of cold apple pie into his mouth, he ate slowly, the sweet and greasy taste spread in his mouth.The young man patted the dandruff off his hands and left a ten-dollar bill on the counter.

Trigger sat in the back seat, and he and his partner acted separately.For some reason, he felt flustered.The commissioner rolled down the window a crack.He tried to take a deep breath to relieve the momentary chest tightness and shortness of breath.

The partner took people directly to the music festival to intercept Stan, who was responsible for controlling the mysterious cabin.He was considered a newcomer, and it was the first time he acted alone... Could it be because of nervousness?

Trigger looked out the window, it was raining lightly outside.

Maybe it has something to do with the weather too.After all, the air is sticky in rainy days, and it is easy to get out of breath in a closed environment.

The commissioner clenched his fingers uneasily.He inhaled the moist air, and the musty smell of soil scraped through the windpipe, disturbed the blood vessels and nerves, and finally settled in the alveoli.

He still doesn't feel better.

...that's weird.

Trigger suddenly heard a piercing sound, like leather rubbing hard against some hard object; then inertia pulled him hard to the back of the front seat, but the seat belt pulled him back. Trigger was strangled and almost died.He stroked his red skin with his hands, and barely looked forward——

A man, a boy, stood in the middle of the road.He was wearing a formal suit without an umbrella; the boy's face was still a bit childish, but his lower lip was tightly pressed, his pupils were bottomless, and he was solemn and solemn as if he was going to a funeral; the hem of his clothes was fluttering in the wind.

Trigger was a little taken aback.He remembered the face.

"Dipper..." Pines?

He saw silver light across the sky.

Bill Cipher stood in the middle of the road, sword sheathed.He held a beautiful sword flower, and the crutch lightly touched the ground, making a muffled sound.

He tapped the ground with his toes, and in front of him was the scene of a tragic car accident.The leading black car was split from it and split in two, and the life and death of the special commissioner was unknown under it.The convoy following behind slammed on the brakes in a hurry, but it caused a series of rear-end collisions and was completely scrapped.Gasoline flowed down the fuel tank and was washed by the rain into continuous puddles, spreading to half the road.

"I'm still not used to the sword," Bill frowned, and his leather shoes stepped on the oiled surface. "I really don't know why you like this kind of cold weapon, PineTree. I thought you would like sniper rifles and the like." Thanks to him Also prepared several.

Dipper was surprised by his doubts.

【I have practiced fencing,】He majored in fencing in college,【I have never practiced shooting. 】

Alcor can shoot bullets with his bare hands thanks to his enhanced vision and hearing.Besides, everyone is a supernatural creature, so I have no idea how effective thermal weapons can be.

Bill shrugged. As a melee mage, he said he didn't understand your swordplay.

Dipper had just watched the foil competition - he still liked sabers, and Bill was holding a saber in his cane - his hands were itchy, and he wanted to play a few rounds.

"Please stop your psychotic behavior," Bill said coldly and mercilessly, and he became more and more rude when talking to Dipper, "You are 12 years old now, what kind of sword do you use?"

[Have you ever seen a 12-year-old enter a pool hall to gamble? ! ] Dipper was shocked by his unreasonable words. He was only allowed to steal horses and no one was allowed to look at the fence?Can I show some face.

Bill has always been shameless.He took a few steps forward and raised his hand, thumb against middle finger.As if thinking of something again, he said to Dipper, "You come."

The young man looked at him, and Bill didn't avoid his gaze.Hazel against gold. There was nothing on Dipper's face, he shrugged and walked over to Bill.

[Now it’s time for me to think of me. 】

Exchange of rights to use of the body.

Bill smiled, but didn't even raise his eyebrows; he stepped aside and stood behind Dipper.

【yes. 】

Alcor raised his eyes, he snapped his fingers, sparks jumped along his fingertips, and jumped to the surface of the water.

In an instant, the flames were like waves, spreading out petal after petal like a blooming golden lotus; the rain fell faster and faster, but the flame did not tend to go out, but instead spread more and more with the wind blowing.The fuel tanks exploded one after another, and the burning iron pieces flew into the air, and then fell down after flying high enough, with the sound of falling to the ground and explosions one after another.The flames burned half of the sky red, smoke and dust billowed, and flaming meteors scrambled to the ground.

Dipper wiped his face, trying to wipe the rain off.What your fingers touch is dry skin.

Where will there be excess rainwater left?It has long been evaporated by the high temperature.

Professor Pines smiled, he turned around, the hem of his clothes swayed into a blue arc, letting the fire behind him turn into a sea.

Bill stood in front of the vending machine, and he followed Dipper's instructions and clicked the buttons in sequence.

"It's an old-fashioned way, but I have to admit it works." He refers to Stan's way of hiding in the workshop.

[At least I lived with Mabel for so long and didn't take the initiative to discover the underground studio.By the way, what's going on upstairs? 】

Bill listened for a while, only to hear some sort of rummaging.

"That stupid pig raised by ShootingStar." Then he changed the subject:

"It's because you're stupid if you don't realize that."

Dipper: […]

"Probably you and ShootingStar are the only ones in the world who think Stanley is an ordinary bad old man—the kind of Soos who is born with no brains is not counted. How can you be like that kind of brainless guy."

Dipper who has been classified as "brainless": […]

Bill, the bastard, still slapped his mouth, and finally concluded: "You are really stupid."

Professor Pines couldn't take it anymore: [Can you shut up! 】

Bill had that disgusting smirk on, and the vending machine swung open to the side, revealing the workshop behind it.The devil straightened his clothes and walked inside; he thanked himself for his excellent night vision ability, there was a small lamp on the top that was the same as the one that didn't, and it could illuminate two or three steps with all his strength, and he had to rely on himself for the rest.

"That guy Stanley really doesn't pull a single extra wire...so I hate dealing with a cheapskate like that."

Night vision is one thing, no lights are another.

Lost in thought, Dipper stroked his chin.

[How do I remember...it was very bright when I came here with Uncle Ford? ] He really can't remember such a trivial matter.

"Sixfingers will fix it by himself," Bill pressed the down button of the elevator, "Your Uncle Ford's hands-on ability is quite strong and efficient. You can see that the time-space gate was built very quickly."

Dipper had to agree with the demon's opinion of his great-uncle, because he himself... felt the same way.

In the process of falling, they encountered another weightlessness. Dipper and Bill stared blankly at their flying body, and Bill counted the seconds—he has experience in dealing with the weightlessness of time-space portals, and at least he is also a former boss—controlling himself in the air when the elevator descended again, without letting himself and the elevator Everything else in it fell to pieces.

[... really bad luck. 】

The elevator shorted a bit when recovering from weightlessness.This guy has been around for at least a decade, and he's doing a reboot. Dipper is not in a hurry, there is still enough time, and it is useless for him to be anxious if the elevator is not good...

"PineTree."

Dipper was stunned for a moment, he heard the voice of the demon recalling during the running of the parts: "We are about to prevent the destruction of the time-space gate."

Bill deliberately bit down on that WE.

The fingers twitched nervously, and Dipper looked normal.

[Isn't this our purpose? 】

Yeah, Bill smiled, his face divided into several small pieces by the latticed window.

"Yeah," said Dipper, who had never heard the demon use such a soft voice, or his body, "what I've worked so hard to achieve."

Bill turned and looked at Dipper - a projection of the demon in consciousness space.The very similar golden eyes exchanged glances, and the older demon whispered softly to the younger demon, as gentle as a love story between ears and temples:

"You can't be easily destroyed by others."

Dipper looked back at Bill, and he smiled.Bill saw Dipper move his lips as the elevator restarted.

The young man said: what a coincidence, me too.

No one continued talking, only the sound of the elevator running was echoed in the narrow inner cabin.There are not many floors underground, and it quickly descends to the destination. Bill bumped into someone with his first step out of the elevator.

Bill: "..."

Dipper: […]

Stanley Pines looked dazed and at a loss.

"DDDDDDDDipper?"

It's really worthy of being a grandparent, stuttering is the same. Dipper thought blankly.

If you ask Professor Pines before "Apocalypse", what is the most embarrassing thing he has encountered, he may answer that you have memorized the wrong speech.Now if you ask Alcor, he will answer you that the criminal plan is detailed to one, two, three, and the owner is at home.

Bill and Stan stared wide-eyed, Dipper in the conscious space had already knelt down and covered his face, his ears were red.

It's too, embarrassing, embarrassing, too.

Stan wasn't stupid, he wasn't as easy to fool as Mabel.The old man immediately wanted to understand the real reason why Dipper was here.

"You entered my room for the password?"

Bill raised an eyebrow.

[Wow, Stanley's brain is turning so fast, I thought his brain had shrunk a long time ago. ] Then he generously admitted: "Yes."

Dipper who was too late to stop: […]

Stan was also stunned by the other party's shameless generosity, as thick-skinned as Stanley, he didn't know how to pick it up, and he was aborted after a rough draft, choking him. Stan can only change the subject awkwardly:

"Okay, kid, it's time to go out when I see you. Hurry up, let's go out..."

"Before that..." Bill walked to the console, he saw the oil lamp hanging on it, no wonder the corridor was so dark, someone got there first; the devil took out the third journal from his pocket, and put the last one on the Before the other two.The complete cutaway diagram of the time machine lay naked in front of Stan.The time machine is a triangle, and the three books are also placed in a triangle; one end of the inverted triangle points straight at Stan, which makes his heart ache.

Stan heard the boy ask, "Should you explain the two journals?"

There is still an hour and a half before the time machine starts.

Stan licked his lips, scratching his tongue hard and painfully.

"Dipper, you have to trust me..."

Bill tilted his head slightly, and when he noticed Dipper's silence, he let go of his hands and feet to act.

"What do I believe in you?" He took a step forward, his hands trembling and his eyes flushed, he was the only one on Broadway who could not act: "Stan, my uncle, I trust you so much...but you got these two diaries behind my back ?!"

He didn't wait for Stan to say anything, and continued clutching his chest.

"Ah! My uncle," Bill grabbed the ground with his head, and he was nominated for this year's Tony with superb acting skills, "Did you lie to me and steal my log, or how did you build the machine?"

"...wait a minute," Stan narrowed his swollen eyeballs, and he finally had a chance to interrupt the boy's performance, "how do you know the blueprint for this machine is in the journal?"

He felt strange just now, this kid seems to have turned over a hundred and eighty times with such skillful movements; the number three diary is nothing more than that, how did the number one and two diaries turn pages accurately?

Bill, who was still kneeling, said: "..." Damn it, why is my mind spinning so fast now.

But Bill is not a fledgling young man, he got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body-although he was dismissed by Stan for a while, the old guy called it "a girl's habit", and Bill was so angry that he wanted to hit someone--then Pulled over Journal Number One and showed it to Stan.

"A ribbon bookmark you made yourself."

Stan froze.

Very good, that's what he said, but he didn't expect to hit the right mark.

Bill put on that gum-baring smile that Mabel emphasized so much.He put the log back in place and pulled out the UV light.

"I hold a grudge."

He spoke so quietly that only Dipper could hear him. Bill's voice was full of untimely pleasure, and he was laughing, making the person who laughed go cold.

The purple light shone on the yellowed paper. The quality of the paper Ford chose was indeed very hard, and the handwriting was still as new after so long.Invisible ink is invisible under the light.

He exposed these hidden words to Stanley Pines naked.

"Do you know Stanley? When this thing is activated, the whole world will be destroyed." Bill Cipher raised his head slightly, he was against the light, and his golden pupils were blocked by shadows.He didn't want to pretend and didn't pretend anymore, the gentle and polite shell peeled off, revealing the cruel and bloody beast that was covered up layer by layer.The beast opened its mouth wide, with greed written in every tooth.His voice was muffled—like the wind blowing over the strings of a cello.The voice was very evocative, as if mourning... It wasn't a boy's voice, it was more like a grown man's voice.

Bill always had a way of using language to his advantage.He was always good at manipulating people.

Stan… Stan's throat rolled.

"...I, I don't know." He never thought it would be so difficult to talk to Dipper one day, "I really don't know Dipper, you believe me, I just...I just..."

Stan opened his mouth and found he couldn't explain.

He even wants to laugh a little - Stan hasn't been this weak in a long, long, long time.He has a silver tongue. He has traveled all over the world for so many years, and he has piled up a bag full of false identities. He talks nonsense when he sees people.Slippery like a loach.

But now he is standing in front of his relatives, the silver tongue that has fooled countless police officers is paralyzed there, paralyzed from the tip of the tongue, the tongue is hard or stiff, and the mouth is full of bitter taste.

"I just..." wanted to save someone.

Bill sneered—as mockingly as he could, and Stan couldn't help shrugging his shoulders.He heard the young man say in a soft and friendly tone:

"Are you going to kill me and Mabel too, Uncle Stan?"

Every word is like a knife.

【enough. 】

The young man sat on a chair, his fingers crossed to support his face——

[I said, enough is enough. 】

Dipper stood up, and he walked over to Bill, brushing past the demon. Bill pointed his toes exaggeratedly, and after turning 360 degrees on the spot, the hem of the tuxedo stopped firmly. He bent down, straightened his right leg, and made a standard salute.

[Then, the rest will be left to Mr. Alcor. 】

Dipper gave him a cold look, and Bill still had his trademark smile on his face, a well-mannered man who couldn't fault it.

Their eye contact was momentary and then separated.

Bill snapped his fingers. He was sitting in a comfortable velvet chair, the glass of champagne was automatically filled, and there were still beads of water on the side of the glass. It was a good champagne just taken out of the ice bucket.

It wasn't in Dipper's head of course, the young professor didn't have that taste.

Watching a drama is better with champagne.

He took a sip, the bubbles burst from the tip of his tongue, the cold wine entered his throat, and the aroma of grapes spread to every part of his mouth.

He toasted the opening of the play.

Dipper's face was sullen, he reached out his hand in Stan's direction, but for some reason he retracted it and adjusted his tie instead.

【What's wrong? 】

[…] He turned his head and flipped through the log No. [-], 【It's nothing, I don't have time to talk to Stan now, we have to stop activating the time-space gate quickly. 】

Bill swished his glass.

【Not going to comfort your poor uncle?Lost Liuzhizi, now even his grandson doesn't want him, what a pity. 】

Dipper kept moving his hands.

【Not that time. 】

Ford has always written clearly and clearly, and the safety device is behind the drawing. Dipper closed the book and walked towards the safety switch; he was very fast, and the three keys were turned all the way in a blink of an eye.Stan reacted from the initial blow as the buzzing safety device opened, his eyes red as he saw what Dipper was aiming for.

"no!!!"

Although Stan now has a belly and all his muscles have turned into fat, he was born in boxing after all, and he has been hiding for so many years, and his instincts are still there. Dipper was really staggered by him, and his back hit the machine at work hard.

The smell of scorched flesh instantly filled the basement.

Stan's hands trembled, and his lips were white and trembling.

"...Dipper? Dipper, are you okay, I, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry..."

The tattoo on his back started to ache.He knew how it hurt, how intense the burning sensation was. Stan's been in prison and had a broken nose, and been beaten to the point where his head was bloody, but none of it... none of it hurts like a branding.

Not just traumatic pain.Not just traumatic pain.

Stanley tried to lift the boy up with trembling hands.

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's go to the hospital and let that old quack in town look at the wound on your back. Damnit, there's still time to go. Where's my water glass? I'll pour some cold water on your back to cool you down..."

Dipper looked at Stan's outstretched hand, and Stan's chatter filled his ears.The hand was bandaged, and blood was seeping through the cracks. Stan's hands were always rough and calloused.These hands have fought and repaired cars, and can create many magical "supernatural creatures"; they can also stroke the heads of two teenagers.In fact, Dipper never told Stan that your hands are dry and my face hurts so stop touching me.He didn't say it.

He knew those hands were warm, warm, that Stan had always been strong, those big hands could even hold up the crumbling sky of the Gravity Fountain.

This is enough.

enough.

As he slapped Stan's hand away, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't touched Stan's hand in many years.

It's great that you're still alive.

Dipper staggered to his feet, and he took a few steps to the side, putting distance between him and Stan.

"Don't touch me." He gasped. This kind of burn is hard to heal.The demon's powerful healing powers were eating away at the twisted skin, and he had to keep their distance so Stan wouldn't notice.

The old man slowly put his hands behind his back.

"Dipper..."

Bill leaned against the backrest, a few strands of hair sliding down his temples.He put down the wine glass, and the glass tapped on the tea table, making a crisp sound.

【PineTree. 】

【I know," he gritted his teeth, 【Don't rush. 】

"Uncle Stan, if you are really my uncle," Dipper closed his eyes, and then opened them to a lifeless hazel, "please get out of the way."

"...Dipper, I have waited 20 years for this day." Stan was exhausted like never before, he finally realized that he was no longer young, 20 years have passed, "Even if it is wrong, I have to persevere. "

Speaking of this, he smiled, his wrinkles stretched out, but his eyes didn't smile.He laughed so ugly, it looked like he was about to cry.

"A person must have a persistent goal, otherwise he will not even know whether he is alive or not. Even if this goal is wrong, I can't turn back."

"So..." Stan sighed, and he put on a boxing stance, "Whatever you say, Uncle Stan won't call you over."

Bill adjusted his sitting position.

【PineTree, what are you going to do...】

"Dipper! And... Uncle Stan?"

"Whoa, what are you two doing? Rehearsal? What about this place, secret base? Looks super cool."

Bill and Stan were dumbfounded at the same time.

"Mabel? Wendy?" [ShootingStar and Red? ? ! ! ! 】

Dipper looked at the person coming, and slowly, slowly, let out the breath that had been hanging all the time.

He looked down at the bracelet.

There is half an hour left.

Wendy didn't change her clothes, it looked like she just came back from the music festival.She touches here and there curiously, and praises in her mouth.

"Oh my god, this place looks like one of those mysterious scientist's labs in picture books. How did you two find this, Stan and Dipper? Cool."

Dipper was a little puzzled, because in his memory the person who came here with them was Soos, how could it be Wendy now?

"Wendy? When did you guys come back?"

The red-haired girl scratched her head.

"It's been an hour since I came back...I picked Mabel up from the scene, and the girl fell asleep there. We met the weirdo who was looking for Stan at the music festival," Wendy folded her arms, "in a black suit, asking people Ask about Stan. We thought something was wrong, came back to Stan, and found something...surprising from his room."

The weird guy in the black suit...should be the special commissioner of the government.It seems that there is a fish that slipped through the net.he thinks.As for the time when Wendy and the others came back...it should be earlier than himself, he remembered the voice from upstairs before he came in.It wasn't Waddles who made it, it was Mabel and Wendy.

Mabel threw the big bag in her arms to the ground.She has been holding on to the bag stubbornly since she entered the door, and has been refusing to let go.

"I found the secret room and the vending machine combination in your bedroom, Uncle Stan." She emptied the contents, and countless faded fake documents fell to the ground like dead moths.The girl wiped the corners of her eyes, her eyes were a little swollen, probably from crying.

"Uncle Stan..." Mabel bit her lower lip, "Are you really my uncle?"

She wants to believe Stan, she thinks Stan loves them... But the fake documents and newspapers in the bag remind her that "Stan" can't be trusted.The man was a criminal with a solid record.

Stan wanted to go, but Wendy stood in front of the girl in a protective posture before taking a few steps.He could only take back the foot he had taken.

"Listen, kids, trust me. I'm really your Uncle Stan, and I'm doing this to…"

The time machine suddenly roared, not only Mabel, but even Dipper was taken aback. Stan only had time to yell "hold on" before he was sucked into the air.The weightlessness reappeared, this time more violently than all the previous ones; and it felt more like a greater gravity than weightlessness - weightlessness doesn't tear the ceiling down!

Dipper's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He no longer hid himself, and his nails dug into the ground hard.

"The time-space door is about to open, all operators are requested to leave the scene to ensure their own safety. Repeat, the time-space door is about to open, all operators are requested to leave the scene to ensure their own safety..."

【what happened! 】Bill was also startled, he jumped up from his chair, dropped the champagne and kicked the wine barrel away.

Dipper took a moment to watch the countdown.

"There are still 10 minutes!" He yelled, "What's going on, why is it earlier!"

The wristband McGucket gave and the LED screen in the basement both showed that there were nearly 10 minutes left, and the seconds were still counting. It didn't look like the clock was out of order!

He looked at Stan.The latter's face was full of astonishment, obviously it had nothing to do with him.That's right, at best, Stan is operating according to the drawings one by one, and he really can't do things like advance the countdown.

Obviously every step was correct last time...

Wait, last time?

Dipper froze for a moment.

Could it be... because of... him?

The person who entered the basement with them has changed from Soos to Wendy, and now the countdown is also advanced... The only variable seems to be him.

"Dipper!"

His contemplation was interrupted, he looked up to the source of the sound, Mabel hooked the cable with her toes, and she looked at him.Like last time, she was closest to the button, and only needed to climb forward a few times along the cable to end it all.

"Mabel."

He called his sister's name.

As long as it is pressed, the time and space gate will stop working.There is no huge energy and enough time for the machine to start again, so the space-time barrier is safe.Not being fully activated means that the time-space gate will not be destroyed. This thing can only be fully activated once. It is a typical disposable appliance, and it will break after use.

That way they're safe, the rift doesn't exist, and Newt won't have a chance to attack his universe.

Mabel followed the cable, hugging the safety gear.The hand is extremely close to the button.

"No! Mabel! Can't press it!"

Stan kicked hard against the wall, struggling towards Mabel.However, Wendy's speed is not slow, the girl took two steps in a row by the corner, and a backflip due to the acceleration of gravity hugged Stan!

"Wendy! What are you doing..."

"Calm down, buddy," Wendy can still laugh now, "I'm sorry, because I can't confirm your identity, I can only choose friends who can help me identify my identity."

The girl restrained all her cynicism at once.

She braced her legs, wrapping around Stan's neck.Slightly different from what Soos had done before, Soos relied more on weight to control Stan - Wendy used fighting techniques taught by her father.She didn't have the strength to choke Stan, but it was possible to keep him under control and keep him from speaking for a while!

"Mabel! Dipper!"

Dipper watched the farce over there.

He thought it was over, that pressing that button would shatter Newt's ambitions, and that everyone would be saved.

... "everyone".

Mabel looked at Wendy, then at Dipper.Except for the "Mabel" just now, Dipper didn't say a word.

She stubbornly waited for Dipper's answer.

Her brother laughed suddenly, she had never seen Dipper smile like this-like a traveler who has put down his bags and finally returned home after a long journey.But the traveler will not show such a lonely, so desperate, so...relieved expression.

"Mabel."

He called her name again.He had never called her name with such a gentle voice, biting every syllable clearly, like the most precious treasures in the world, they rolled and landed from the boy's mouth.

An indescribable panic suddenly rose in Mabel's heart.This feeling is inexplicable, but, but!She just knew who caused the panic.

Because they are... twins.

She saw Dipper's eyes curled up, with gold flowing from their eyes.They reflected the majestic light inside the portal, a beauty Mabel had never seen before.

"Don't press that button," he said.

TBC.