Hello, fellow existences!

This story is a mish-mash of little ideas that come into my head. Mostly AUs, but I might do some future-Pines or some ships later.

This particular fic is a little on the grim and gory side, it's a Sock Opera AU where Bill succeeds in burning Journal 3 and throwing Dipper off the water tower, which was his original plan, as shown in Journal 3. It's got a bit of gross stuff like blood but I tried to keep it as nondescriptive as I could.

I probably won't update this on the regular, it's just an idea dump and a place where I can practice different styles and genres of writing.

I am currently looking for a Beta, please message me if interested.

Without further ado, enjoy the story!

"Bill. Bill! No, no no stop don't no BILL!" screamed Dipper as Bill launched his body off the water tower. Dipper, stuck in the mindscape, tried to grab his falling body but, technically being a ghost, it fell right through him.

"Ahahaha!" Just before he hit the ground, Bill popped out of Dipper's body.

"Oof, Pine Tree, there is no way your body survived that! I wouldn't go back in it, though, looks like that hurt!" Bill zoomed off, probably going to go screw up another person's life.

"Diiiipper! Where are you? I'm sorry I ignored you!" Mabel was looking for Dipper. Soon she would find his body, at the base of the tower. She would think he killed himself. This could not be happening. No way.

He heard a gasp coming from the base of the water tower. He flew there as fast as he could.

"Di-Dipper? What? How? I-I-I…"

It looked pretty bad. Dipper's neck was stuck at an awkward angle and was almost certainly broken. His right leg had a bone sticking out of it and blood was everywhere.

Mabel ran behind a tree and threw up. Dipper flew over to her and desperately, desperately wanted to hug her, to tell her that it was all right, that everything was going to be okay.

But it wasn't.

Mabel had started crying now, shaky, gulpy breaths with tears pouring down her face. She ran as fast as she could back to a waiting Stan, and Dipper followed.

The afterparty for Glove Story: A Sock Opera had gone amazingly. All of the crew stayed and most of the audience too. Everyone loved the mini quiches and best of all, Gabe had stayed and asked her on a date!

Everything was perfect, except Dipper was nowhere to be found.

After everyone had left, Mabel and Stan had gone out to find him, Wendy had gone back to the shack and Soos had stayed back at the theatre in case he came back there.

"Diiiipper! Where are you? I'm sorry for ignoring you!"

Mabel was sorry. She hadn't meant to ignore him, but she did. She had gotten so caught up in her play, she didn't have any time for him.

She walked up to the water tower, but she certainly didn't expect what she would see.

Dipper was lying on the ground with a most likely broken neck and a badly broken leg, blood spurting from his nose, leg, and forehead. It had already started drying on the ground and on his skin and his eyes were glazed and unfocused.

Dipper was dead.

She would never get another awkward sibling hug, no more clicky pens in the middle of the night, no more voice of reason when she was about to do something stupid. No more brother to help her with all her stupid crushes, no more syrup races, no more Dipper-ish things in her life ever.

And worst of all he had died in the middle of an argument between them.

All the blood and bones were making her feel sick, so she ran to a tree to vomit. When she was done, Mabel felt the wet, hot tears sliding down her face. She took a shaky breath and ran as fast as she could back to Stan.

-a few weeks later-

Mabel woke up to the sun streaming through her window, birds chirping in the trees and the smell of fresh pancakes coming from downstairs.

She stood up and walked down the stairs, sat down and ate the pancakes.

She could hear Stan, Wendy and Soos trying to comfort her, but Mabel couldn't make out what they were saying.

After breakfast, she opened her wardrobe and saw Dipper's hat.

Dipper's hat.

But Dipper was gone.

He would never wear that hat again.

And she would never talk to him again.

And he would never get to go to high school, never have a first kiss (they had both decided that the reverse CPR he had given Mermando didn't count.), never graduate, never have his ghost hunting show, never do anything.

Dipper. Was. Gone.

Sobs wracked her body as tears poured down her face as she screamed and kicked and yelled, she felt hands wrap around her and try to hold her down, but it didn't matter because he wasn't there, he couldn't be there and would never be there.

Never would be again.

Like I said, a little dark.

If you found anything I could improve on or have a prompt that would be much appreciated, in fact, encouraged.

I hope you enjoyed this fic.

Stay safe, healthy and keep your mask on!

alloystar.