Return of Cipher (Hatters!AU: Return to the Falls)

Chapter V: The Return of Bill Cipher

"Good theory, but let's take both of them just in case," I said.

"Yeah, better safe than sorry!" Bendy agreed.

I grabbed the shaking urn and handed it to Bendy, taking the still urn for myself. I began to slink away, until I suddenly heard the television click on and quietly play some stupid mortal telenovela. I whipped around to see Bendy, frozen in place with the tip of his shoe exactly on the presumed on button of a remote that had been neglectfully left on the floor. I quickly waved my hand in front of my throat and urgently signaled for him to turn it off, which sent him into a state of alarm and made him pick up the remote and begin to press random buttons in a panic. He rapidly pressed every button until he turned up the volume to an almost ear-splitting level and left the TV on a show that featured bimbos screeching at each other about a love affair.

"The buttons are faded, I can't tell what's what!" Bendy yelled over the television.

Aggravated to my limits, I rolled my eyes with a groan and pulled my revolver out of my chest and shot the TV, Bendy staring at the broken TV for a few seconds before dropping the remote in dead shock.

"Lucky! What the hell!" Blackhat's silhouette shouted from the shadows.

"What? He's already blown our cover, we might as well shoot the television and cause property damage while we're at it!" I said angrily.

"Mabel! Wake up!"

We all looked up when we heard a voice from upstairs. In a tizzy, we all dove behind the couch, Blackhat hiding in the couch's shadow as we prayed to my father that we wouldn't get caught.

~

Dipper

I was already unable to sleep, but tonight just got ten times worse.

I heard the TV randomly begin to blare downstairs, followed by some loud gunshots and what sounded like our TV breaking and three oddly-familiar voices. I woke up panic-stricken, immediately getting up and rushing to Mabel's bed and shaking and urging her awake. She immediately stirred and took out one of her earbuds, unaware of the loud noise that was happening downstairs.

"What's wrong?" Mabel asked, tired and confused.

"Someone's downstairs. Actually, I think it's three someones, and at least one of them has a gun. We gotta go check it out."

"Or maybe we should call the police...?" My sister said tiredly.

"But what if it's a paranormal creature?"

"...alright, we should go."

Mabel grabbed her grappling hook from inside the bedside table drawer, as I grabbed my large flashlight and led her downstairs in the darkness.

"How much do you wanna bet it's those damn gnomes?" I asked my sister.

"I'll bet you my entire collection of BTS concert sweaters," she replied quietly. "Although, what would the gnomes want with us now?"

"I mean, you've seen the crazy shit that goes down in Gravity Falls. We both know damn well that this is gonna get weird."

"Fair point," Mabel said. "But since when did the gnomes get guns—"

"The urns!" I suddenly shouted, rushing over to the TV.

"What?" Mabel said, worry in her voice.

"They're... they're gone."

Mabel gasped. "Someone must've broken in and stole them. But who would want, of all the valuables we own, our great-uncles' urns?"

"We would."