A bad ending of Pact, inspired by video above and Depravity Falls. (Gravity Falls belongs to Alec Hirsch. I don't know who Depravity Falls belongs to.) Written for October's JustWriteIt.
The gnome tavern was filled with music and the chattering of the dining fey folk.
The pink dressed fairy placed a human sized wine bottle on the table between her and the hooded human. "Fey death poison. Strong enough to kill a demon. The antidote is right here. Has the ability to heal anything. Mind me asking what the poison is for?"
Amelia Pines picked up the two bottles, staring at the poison. The shining blue green star tattoo, looking like a bracelet, on her wrist caught her eye.
"My business is my own. Here's your money, with a tip."
She placed the crystals and rose petals on the table and headed out the door, leaving the fairy greedily counting.
-_-
Amelia paused, taking in the soon to be Gideonland construction site and the Shack, advertising Gideon, she was about to enter. It was nothing like the homey and cozy Shack of a few weeks ago, filled with laughter and love. This was cold and empty.
A few weeks ago, she had been running through the woods with Dipper next to her, Bill on her shoulder or next to her. The three were writing a journal together. It had been happy.
She entered the Shack. There was the sounds of Bud Gleeful and poor Mrs. Gleeful in the living room.
Then the deed to the Shack ended up in Gideon's hands and the bond broken and Bill banished by force. Her family had been forced to move in with Soos' grandmother. Arnold had taken no time, tricking Amelia into a bond.
But she would fix that soon. Matters had been forced, and ended up in her hands.
Amelia pulled out a knife when she reached the kitchen.
-_-
Golden Candle was humming as she worked in the kitchen, chopping up apples. "Candle? I think we need to-"
"Oh! Arnold! You're just in time!" The black haired teenager said, whirling around. Arnold was caught off guard by the happiness shining in her eyes.
"I'm trying out this apple pie recipe and was hoping you would try a slice. Gideon tried it already, but I was hoping to get another opinion, since Gideon's slice was covered with vanilla and chocolate ice cream." The teenager said, cutting a slice of the warm pie, next to an empty area.
She placed it on a plate, offering it to the demon. Arnold looked from the pie to Amelia. Had she finally accepted the bond?
Amelia was a warm and gentle person, not one to do something crazy or stupid. Because of that, she would never reach her full potential, like her magician ancestors had.
Arnold took the slice with a smile, cutting a small piece off as she leaned on the counter. He didn't notice the summoner's eyes light up in murderous delight as he bit into it.
The pie exploded in a delicious mix of cinnamon and apple, along with a delicious but unexplainable taste of something...different, on the body's taste buds. "Bloody hell! This is good!" Arnold said, ignoring manners and shoving the rest in.
"Really?" Amelia said. Arnold chuckled.
"Can I have some more?"
"No. I think one piece is good enough for you. One piece was certainly enough for Gideon." Amelia said. Her hand slipped inside the floury apron's pocket, wrapping around the knife handle as the tattoo disappeared.
"Alright. Guess I was mistaken about you, or I misunderstood." Arnold said, placing the plate in the dishwasher. "I thought you were still angry. I'm glad you accepted the bond-"
"Oh, I haven't!"
"Huh?" Arnold said, looking down at the smaller.
Amelia laughed innocently. "Oh! Is this sudden? I thought I made myself very clear about the Shack and the bond between us! From the start!"
"W- What?"
"Did you think, just because you have a awful bond with Gideon, you can just steal other demon's bondmates?"
"Golden C- Candle...wait-"
"That's absolutely disgusting."
"W- Wait!"
"But this won't continue any further."
Arnold landed on the floor, hearing blood pound in his ears. He coughed, choking out a mixture of scarlet blood and blue green magic from his mouth and eye.
"Wow. One slice really was enough." Amelia chuckled, pulling the antidote out. The cork popped as it left the bottle...
And the white liquid poured down the drain and the bottle shattered on the floor. "Oops. Well, I guess you just forgot..."
The demon helplessly shifted forms. Nothing could stop the poison.
"That me, my family, and Gravity Falls belong to Cipher." Amelia finished, stabbing the knife into his one eye.
Then Arnold's non existent heart stopped, his form stuck in star and his eye cut out. The tween chuckled, picking the corpse up. The cameras had been destroyed and the gravesite wasn't too far.
It had been easy to get rid of Bud and Mrs. Gleeful. It just took a stab and a slit throat. (How much did Bud weigh? He had been heavy.) It took only the mention of pie with ice cream on top to have Gideon partake in the poisoned pie.
She walked through the woods until she reached a clearing, with Bud and Gideon's bodies piled up.
Arnold's body was tossed into the grave like the trash he was. Bud and Gideon were rolled into their graves, the girl panting at the effort. Bud's wife, the poor woman, had already been rested and buried.
Amelia picked up the shovel and scooped up the dirt, patting it down. It was around midnight when she finished.
-_-
"The place known as the Mystery Shack has ended up back into the Pines family's hands after the Gleefuls suddenly decided to close the Tent of Telepathy and move back to their hometown of Nightville, Texas." The news reporter, Shandra Jimenez, said. "Now for a special report on Gravity Falls' wildlife of beavers. Has their tree chopping gone too far?"
Stan laughed at the Gleeful report as Ford placed the deed back into the safe. Amelia sat on the floor next to Bill, bond fixed with a new wrist tattoo, munching on popcorn as they watched the news. Pacifica was suppose to come over soon and Wendy would be returning from the lumber camp tonight.
The click of Mabel's knitting needles and the smell of ink as Dipper wrote made the charming murderess sigh in relieved happiness.

The Gleefuls were gone.

Kryptos was gone.

The Pines were safe.

Everything was fine.