+{⨹ Bewitched ⨹}+ !Bipper/Transcendence

~+ talking to the mirror +~

"Mabel happened!"

"Bipper happened!"

Bipper growled, narrowing his eyes. "MY NAME IS- "

"I know what I saw!! Something was going on with Dipper in the morning, and I won't stop to fall for his tricks!" Mabel hissed to the Grunkles, making the demon clench his fists and refrain from setting her on fire.

"I have no idea what is going on, but neither of you have better gotten hurt because I still need to shoplift bandaids." Grunkle Stan grumbled, Ford narrowing his eyes as the twins.

"Okay, first of all who is 'Bipper?'" Ford mused, the name being vaguely familer.

"Bipper is-" Mabel began, before getting abruptly interrupted by Bipper.

"Bipper is no one!" Bipper laughed nervously, leaning sideways towards Mabel so that their eyes were close together and he glared, the look in his pupils piercing.

Mabel's eyes widened as she saw clearly that Dipper's eyes were normal. Maybe she was just hallucinating last time...?

"N-Nevermind." Mabel growled, embarrassed and she shielded her blushing face. She shouldn't have exposed her fear of Bipper like that... "Sorry Dipper.."

The actual Dipper frowned, swimming over in the air to put a ghost like hand on her shoulder, despite it just going through her, making a shiver go down Mabel's spine. He knew her fear of Bipper often made her be extra skeptical whenever Dipper acted out of turn. It happened a few times back home, often resulting in a rough fight that left the twins injured or in tears. It was really awkward to make up an excuse for thier parents whenever they explain all the bruises.

Ford, Stan, and Wendy all looked at each other for answers, each just collectively shrugging.

"Well, Children, settle up! This mission will be dangerous one, so we better expect the unexpected!" Ford stomped his foot with determination, sliding two strange looking guns out of his trench coat and shoving them into the twins arms.

They were black and round, 5 hues of red, blue, yellow, pink, and green glowing sensors on the top.

"This is completely safe." Mabel chirped accidentally firing the gun when she put her hand in a red sensor on the top, resulting in a Laser burning a hole in the wall. "Oops."

"Cryptic..." Bipper muttered, a mischievous grin forming on his face, his eyes flashing yellow before settling down onto the familer warm brown.

It didn't go unseen by Dipper. He sternly glared at Bipper, pointing two fingers towards his eyes and back to Bipper's.

"Don't you try anything..."

Bipper ignored him.

"Uhhh, Stan 2? They're 13." Wendy remarked. She didn't underestimate the twins, but the look that Dipper had in his eye was mildly concerning.

"What? Children are allowed to have guns! This is dimension 47, right? The one without the talking frog people?"

"Frog people!?" Mabel exclaimed.

"Haha, no. This is dimension 46." Bipper said casually.

"Oh yes, Correct! How could I forge- Wait- How did you know that?"

Bipper shrugged nervously.

"Okay strange..." Mabel muttered.

"I trust you kids that you could handle a little weaponry." Ford said.

"Pointdexter, make sure they don't shoot a gnome or something. I don't want them to invade the house again..." Stan shivered, memories of how destructive the gnomes fueling his worry.