Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
Dipper's eyes opened slowly, his head throbbing, his memories blurring. With a slight groan, he blinked and raised his head to survey his surroundings. The room was grey, metal walls and ceilings. The floor was white tile, with a drain in the middle for reasons Dipper didn't want to find out. There was a one way mirror, and he was seated at a metal table, in a metal chair. Due to all the metal, the room was harsh, it's very structure draining all the warmth from Dipper's body, making him feel empty and cold. He shivered slightly and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look any different than when he had left the Shack, except for the knot he could feel forming on the back of his head. He also realized that he wasn't strapped down in any way, shape, or form. On the table in front of him was his
Journal. He didn't doubt that there were cameras watching him, but maybe if he used the right combination of spells, he could...
                          
"Mr. Pines." Dipper jumped at the voice and sat back in his chair as a government agent came into the room. He didn't sit down, and he didn't smile. Instead, he took off his glasses and tossed them onto the table. Dipper watched nervously as the man rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed in thought. After a few more moments of awkward silence, the man spoke up.
                          
"My name is Agent Moore. We haven't met, but I know a lot about you, Dipper Pines. Like how that isn't your real name, that four years ago you and your twin sister came to Gravity Falls, Oregon for the summer, that you used to have a crush on a Mystery Shack employee named Wendy Corduroy, that you have had many experiences with the mysteries of the town...the list goes on, Dipper, but what concerns us the most is that for the past few days, you've been harboring a known supernatural criminal. The same criminal, as a matter of fact, that tried to ruin your life." The agent explained. With every word, Dipper fell deeper in to dread. He felt violated, and...doubtful that he was doing the right thing. Nonetheless, Dipper kept his mouth shut and did nothing more than stare at him. Agent Moore sighed, sitting down in the chair across from the teen.
                          
"Now look where we are. You've trespassed on government property. You've attacked federal agents and officers. We could lock you and the rest of your family away for the rest of your miserable lives." He informed the boy, his calm tone already shifting to a darker one. Dipper didn't say anything again. "However," the agent began carefully, "we would be willing to drop all charges, if you do something for us." Dipper set his jaw.
                          
"No." He growled through clenched teeth. Agent Moore raised an eyebrow.
                          
"But you haven't even heard our demands, yet." He pointed out smoothly, his voice a veil, masking any emotion he might have. Dipper crossed his arms stubbornly.
                          
"I don't care. I'm not doing anything for you people." He snapped. Agent Moore examined him for a moment before pulling out a walkie-talkie.
                          
"Kill the fat one." He ordered in to it. Dipper's stomach dropped and he sprung to his feet.
                          
"No, you can't do that!" He exclaimed. Agent Moore sat back in his chair, watching Dipper with a cool, emotionless gaze.
                          
"The government funds us, Dipper Pines, they don't control us. The only way you can save your friends and family is to do as we say." He informed him, his tone growing harsher and more inhuman as he went. Dipper bit the inside of his cheek, closing his eyes for a moment.
                          
"What do you want from me?" He asked. Agent Moore smirked slightly.
                          
"Call off the execution, the boy's complied." He said into the walkie-talkie. Dipper narrowed his eyes but said nothing else. The agent set aside the walkie-talkie and laced his fingers in front of him, leaning on the table.
                          
"Sit down." Agent Moore ordered. Dipper obeyed, sliding back into his chair in silence. The agent gestured with his head at the journal in front of them. "This journal has magical spells and incantations within it, don't bother denying it." He added the last bit when he saw Dipper opening his mouth. The boy closed it again. "Now, we were going to just take the book and arrest you, but..." Agent Moore sat back in his chair before continuing. "...we've run into a rather unfortunate circumstance." He admitted. Dipper didn't prompt him to continue, even though it was obvious that was what the man wanted. Nonetheless, Agent Moore continued.
                          
"You see, it seems that only certain people can use the magic. So far, the only people we've seen who can use this magic is you and your demon." His words made Dipper's stomach turn slightly.
                          
"He's not my demon." He muttered quickly. He agent smirked.
                          
"Is he not? So...he didn't make a deal to protect you?" He wondered. Dipper set his jaw, his gut burning. He shook his head stiffly. Agent Moore laughed.
                          
"Right." He agreed sarcastically. Dipper suddenly felt like this deal he had made might get Bill in danger.
                          
"It's true! He wanted to make that deal, but I refused! You could kill me right now, and Bill wouldn't so much as bat an eye!" He declared. He winced slightly. Maybe he had gone too far... The agent narrowed his eyes.
                          
"You're trying my patience, Dipper. Stop being foolish before I test that theory of yours." He snapped. Dipper crossed his arms but said nothing else. After loosing a brief glaring contest, Dipper sighed in defeat and slouched dejectedly.
                          
"What do you want me for? I mean, sure I can do magic, but...what good is that to you? It's not like I can make you some super weapon or whatever." He reasoned, his cool demeanor from early becoming one of panicked anxiety, now that he knew all that was in the balance. The agent chuckled slightly, enjoying the boy's discomfort.
                          
"Only certain people have the natural ability, but anyone can be taught, if they get exposed to it enough. You're going to do any of the spells we want you to, and we're going to record you doing it for later use. Oh, and just so you don't get any ideas and try to escape with your magic..." Agent Moore took out a small tv screen like object and set it on the table. It was live footage of Bill, strapped to the table again, unconscious as he had been when Dipper found him. Except this time, there was a strange machine hooked up to him. Dipper furrowed his eyebrows, confused.
                          
"That, Dipper Pines, is our fail safe. You see, different curses and incantations have certain...properties to them. This room is wired so that we will know exactly which spell you're casting. And the minute the sensor picks up something we don't like..." Agent Moore pushed a button on his watch and Bill sprang to life on the screen. Dipper could see the electricity that coursed through him, and though he couldn't hear anything, he saw the pain and it was enough to make the boy turn away, his stomach twisting in on itself uncomfortably, his eyes squeezing shut.
                          
"Do you understand?" Agent Moore inquired. Dipper nodded slowly, still not looking at the agent or the screen. "Good. I'll be back in an hour for your first assignment." He heard the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, heard the man clear his throat, then heard him leave. It wasn't until the room had been silent for a few minutes that Dipper looked back at the camera. Bill was limp, his chest heaving, pain etched on his face, despite the machine being turned off. The dream demon opened his one good eye and looked directly at the camera. Dipper wondered if Bill could see him too? Did he have his own screen in the room? Dipper raised a hand and tried to smile slightly. Bill didn't react, and Dipper's hopes were shattered. The dream demon's pain filled eye slid closed and Dipper broke inside. He buried his head in his hands and cried...
                          
A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I've been surprisingly busy with school crap. Not to mention that I've been sick (eeew) so yeah. But I hope you liked it! Sorry all my chapters are inconclusive like that...its just easier. Haha! I'll howl to you later!