A/N: Some parts are the same as they were in the original version of the chapter while other parts are completely different, so just pretend that the first version never happened :)
Note: I'm putting all of my current stories on temporary hiatus for the month of May so I can do some extra editing- so in the future some pieces of dialogue or actions may change but the story is remaining the same, just thought I'd tell y'all that
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Mabel had been preparing for the prophecy for three years now. Ever since she stumbled upon the old journal in the woods, she knew that she needed to be ready when the signs arrived. The signs would signal the stages of the prophecy being ready for completion, and the day Gideon Gleeful arrived in town signaled that they were now in the phase of stage 1 out of 3.

It wasn't until Gideon had entered the theatre that night that Mabel knew that he had to be the one, the Pine Tree. As her eyes had scanned over him, she could detect the symbol that was engraved in his heart, locked into place by fate itself.

Mabel could see things in people, read their thoughts and feel what they were feeling. In Gideon, she could immediately detect a longing for something, which linked him to Pacifica Northwest, Shooting Star.

Pacifica had been on her radar for a long time now. She was the first symbol to be pinpointed. When Mabel had recognized her, she realized what was happening, and that time of the prophecy had finally arrived.

The great being could only be defeated by these symbols, and Mabel wanted to be sure that the wheel would never be completed. This way, defeat would be impossible, and she would be invincible. That was the night she had sent the wendigo after Shooting Star and Pine Tree, the night Dipper had ruined her original plan.

Dipper hadn't been the same ever since. He had seen his sister's true colors. She could see it in his eyes, he was scared of her. What Mabel didn't understand was how her own brother could just ditch their plans to team up with some strangers.

Mabel's new plan was to get her brother back where he belonged, which was by her side. This wouldn't be hard with the help of her secret weapon, The Order of the Crystal Eye.

"You called, mistress?" a voice spoke up, drawing her back to reality. She remembered that she was currently standing in a stone chamber, a man in a dark blue cloak standing before her.

"Yes, I needed to address you and the others. I need everyone's assistance for what I have planned."

"And this plan would be. . .?"

Mabel narrowed her eyes. "I said I'll explain once everyone arrives. Now go call the others for a meeting in this room, tell them it will take place within the next hour."

"What exactly will take place?"

Mabel groaned frustratedly and clenched her teeth in order to keep herself from yelling. "I said I will tell you when they get here!" Her eyes flashed and her amulet began to glow. The man flinched and took a step back.

"Sorry, mistress."

"Just go already," she snapped.

The man fled from the room, walking slowly at first while trying to appear calm and breaking into a run once he had rounded the corner. His fear made her feel stronger.

For the entirety of her life, Mabel never had any control. She was always useless, powerless, and alone in the world. But all of that had changed thanks to the journal and the prophecy.

Mabel grinned to herself. "It's showtime."

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Dipper couldn't sleep the next couple of days. He couldn't shake off the horrifying realization that he had become a prisoner in his own household. Since he had no where else to go, he had been reduced to wondering the empty hallways of the old cabin that the locals called the Mystery Shack.

His shadow washed back and forth across the peeling wallpaper like black waves washing over a shore. Over and over and over again. Every day filled with the same endless pacing up and down the halls.

Dipper wished he had a cellphone or a laptop like what he saw in commercials and ads on television. The only thing in the house that came even close to any of the sort would be the old landline in the kitchen, which probably didn't even work anymore. Besides, who would he have to call or text if he did have access to a phone?

Dipper snapped back to reality when he tripped on a loose floorboard. The dry, splintered wood bit into the heels of his palms when he attempted to break his own fall. Dipper bit back from cursing under his breath as he tended to his bruised hands and examined the floor where he had fallen.

He stooped down and peeled back the moldy carpet to find a rectangular outline in the floor. Dipper curiously knocked against the wood. It was hollow. It had to be some sort of a trap door, but there were no handles or latches to be seen.

Dipper let the carpet roll back over the floor. He shoulders dropped in disappointment. The little hope that he had for some sort of adventure had dissipated right before his eyes.

Memories flowed into his mind of the two kids he had met that night in the woods. . . It still baffled him that they had acted angry towards him for saving their lives. Dipper snorted.

The universe must have doomed him to a life of being a total outcast, locked away in a cabin in the middle of the woods for all eternity.

A bluish glow emitted from underneath the carpet. The floorboards began trembling beneath his feet. Dipper panicked and jumped backward, making a run for the staircase at the end of the hallway. He looked around the corner, back at the carpet, and watched.

The carpet magically peeled backward again. The trapdoor swung open, revealing a wooden staircase leading down under the floor. The blue light intensified as Mabel's face came into view. The door shut behind her once she had entered the hallway. With a wave of her hand, the carpet rolled back into place as if nothing had happened.

Dipper gasped and fled up the staircase.

Mabel heard him. She whipped around to examine the end of the hallway, the corner where Dipper had been hiding. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she proceeded to follow the sound of his footsteps.

Upstairs, Dipper willed himself to get a grip on his powers. With just a touch of magic, he would be able to turn himself invisible, or teleport. Something. Anything.

But it was too late.

The door slammed open and Mabel stepped into the room. Dipper had no choice but to remain planted to the center of the room like a deer caught in the headlights. Mabel clenched her fists and he could feel his feet grow heavy, like the floor had become quicksand.

"I know trapping you here is simply dreadful etiquette, but I had the strongest urge to ask you a few questions." Mabel began pacing the floor in small circles. "Would you like to know what was underneath that door?"

Dipper slowly nodded, feeling like this was a trick question of some sort.

"It's a series of tunnels I've been working on. . . you see, I don't like to feel. . . trapped. You understand that, don't you?"

Dipper gulped before nodding once more.

"You're welcome to the tunnels any time, of course. The only thing that I ask of you in return is your service."

"What service?" Dipper snapped back in an attempt to make himself appear bigger than he felt at the moment.

"Service in fulfilling the mission that is the prophecy."

"And what if I disagree?"

"We both know you won't," Mabel replied smoothly. "You know it, Dipper. You can't stand being cooped up like this. You want your freedom, don't you?"

Dipper didn't reply, but Mabel took it as an agreement.

"Freedom comes at a small price. . . if you're willing to pay."

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Gideon had never felt so excited in his life. He was about to open an original copy of The Sibling Brothers! How often did an opportunity like this come? Gideon couldn't believe his luck. Of course he had Dipper Pines to thank, but then again he hadn't exactly been given the book.

Alright, so he stole the book. But still, this was an enjoyable moment.

Gideon sat on his bed with a small flashlight clenched between his teeth. His trembling hands slowly opened the cover. His eyes scanned over the pages, which were much more yellow than he expected them to be. The first page had an old note taped to it that said Property of. . . blank. The portion of the note that should've contained a name had been torn off.

It was somewhat odd, but Gideon admitted to himself that he would've also had a note reminding the reader that the book was not theirs to be holding. Yep. He was a hypocrite.

As Gideon turned the pages, he began to frown. This wasn't a copy of the Sibling Brothers, this was some old journal that someone had stuck a Sibling Brothers  book jacket on. Gideon pulled off the book jacket to reveal the journals true cover: a golden hand pained over crimson leather. The hand had six fingers instead of five and had a number 2 painted across the palm.

"What is this. . ." Gideon muttered. He laid back against his pillow, the perfect late-night reading position. Considering the size of the journal, he had a long night of reading ahead of him.

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"Where are we?" Dipper's voice echoed off the cave-like walls as he trailed behind Mabel. The blue light from her amulet served as their light source while they navigated the tunnels.

"Underneath the Gravity Falls museum," Mabel replied. The light washed over a narrow staircase, lit by a single lantern which was attached to the stone wall.

Dipper carefully followed his sister up the creaky, wooden steps. Mabel paused to unlock the door using a key that hung on a string next to the lantern.

"Why not keep the key with you?" he asked.

"No one else knows about the tunnels, and even if they found this door from the outside I always keep it locked from the inside."

The door swung open and they stepped into a dark hallway. Dipper could tell from the sudden change in temperature that they were finally in the museum.

"This way." Mabel pointed down the hallway, towards a large oak door. At this point Dipper was beginning to feel a little irritated at being bossed around like a toddler.

Inside the door was an old study filled with rows upon rows of bookshelves. Next to an overstuffed chair, a crackling fire blazed in a wide fireplace. A taxidermy deer's head was mounted above the mantel.

"This is it? An old study is what you wanted to show me?"

Mabel didn't reply. She stepped forward and grabbed one of the deer's antlers and pulled it to the right like a lever. The fireplace began to shake before sliding across the wall to reveal a spiral staircase. She remained silent as she descended the stairs. Dipper heaved a long sigh before following behind her.

The stairs seemed to go on forever. Wherever this secret place was, it was much deeper than the secret tunnels under the Shack. The spiral passage was also much brighter because of the torches on the sides of the walls. Now Mabel no longer needed to use the light from her amulet.

At the end of the passage was a dark red curtain. Mabel drew it back to reveal a room made entirely of stone. Stone walls, stone floors, stone ceiling.

"Now this is what I've been wanting to show you." Mabel practically skipped across the room to a small nook decorated with tapestries and an ornate rug.
"The Great Prophecy!"

On the wall, written in some sort of a chalky, paint-like substance, was a circle surrounded with a variety of strange symbols. In the center was a triangle with a single eye. Surrounding the wall were statues and ornaments. All together, these things created a shrine.

". . . I don't understand," Dipper said blankly. "What prophecy is there? I only see symbols."

Mabel's face fell when she looked at her brother.

"I thought you read that journal I have to you, it contained the translations."

"I did read it, it's just that it's all so. . . overwhelming." Dipper turned to look at her. "I want to help, I really do, but I'm not sure if I can agree if it means hurting others."

Mabel kept her eyes locked on the drawings on the wall. "Like I said, that's the price for power."

"Why do you want this so much?" he asked in a voice that escaped his lips in the form of a whisper. "You tried to kill a girl over some. . . creature that you're not even sure exists."

Mabel wrung her hands as she spoke. "Ever since mom and dad died, we've been powerless. It's like the world's always been against us, and I'm tired of it. I can't live like this anymore."

"I know how you feel, but there's a better way to achieve that than through destruction."

Mabel finally met his eyes. "Then please, do tell me of this way filled with sunshine and happily ever afters in some land far far away," she said sarcastically. "You're avoiding what I asked you; did you read the prophecy or not?"

"Yes."

"Then you know about Bill Cipher?"

"The dream demon? Yes."

Before Mabel began to speak, Dipper cut her off.

"You've been wanting to summon him, haven't you?"

"Of course."

"You do realize that once you do this, there's no going back."

Mabel nodded. "I've been preparing all day. I finally have everything we need. . ." She looked down at a table underneath a tapestry that displayed various bottles and books. One of them was another crimson journal, only it was numbered as the third volume.

"There's three!" Dipper exclaimed. "How many of the journals do you have?"

"Two, which is perfect since together they contain every piece of information on Bill. Volume two explains the summoning process while three explains how to expel and other weaknesses," Mabel explained. "Do you have your journal with you or do we need to go back?"

"Actually, I'm not sure if I want to have any part in this at all," Dipper sputtered nervously.

Mabel frowned. "You're lying. What did you do with the journal?"

"I. . . um. . . might've misplaced it."

Mabel's eyes widened in horror. She shook Dipper by the neck of his shirt. "Do you realize what valuable information that book contained?! What have you done with it?!"

Dipper gasped for air, prying away Mabel's hands in order to breathe normally again. He gently pushed her away before sucking in a gulp of fresh air.

"I hid it in my old books in the dressing room," he said. "You don't think someone broke in?"

"I've got a pretty good hunch."

"Who do you think it could've been?"

"Oh, I don't know. How about Pacifica SouthEast and Gideon Gleeful for starters? Do the names sound familiar? Huh? You know, the kids you let into our rehearsal!" Mabel shouted.

Dipper held up his palms defensively.

"Woah, okay, okay. So this is my fault. . . um, there's gotta be some sort of a way to fix this."

Mabel's eyes lit up. "And I'm already one step ahead. . ."

"What're you talking about?"

With no warning, Mabel grabbed Dipper's hand and pulled him back into the main room, where a circle of hooded figures had arrived while they had been in the nook. Dipper stifled a surprised shout and instinctively pushed Mabel behind him. His amulet began to glow and his fists clenched, ready to attack.

"Calm down, I know them." Mabel placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward to smile at her new audience. "Good. You're all just on time, something  just came up and we're going to be needing some assistance for a bit of an investigation." Mabel scanned the shadowy faces before pointing to one.

"Bud Gleeful, step forward."

Bud did as told, keeping his head lowered as he gave her a short bow.

"Your son is suspected of stealing something of ours."

"What is it?"

"A book. A red journal with a golden hand on the cover. It's extremely valuable, and you will be rewarded greatly for your service."

Bud nodded. "It will be no problem."

"I want you to report to me as soon as you have the book in your hands, got it?"

"It is crystal clear, miss."

Mabel smiled. "Excellent."

Dipper, looking extremely confused, tugged at his sister's arm to get her attention.

"What is all of this? What's with the hoods?"

"This is the Order of the Crystal Eye," Mabel said proudly. "I'm their leader."

"Wow. . . so my sister's a cult leader. That's new," Dipper muttered, looking dazed from all of this new information.

Another hooded figure spoke. "Mistress, do you mind me asking why you called us in here in the first place? You said you were going to explain a new plan."

Mabel blinked slowly before remembering.
"Oh yeah." She turned back to Dipper.
"I was planning on brainwashing you if you disagreed with the whole demon summoning thingie," she said casually. "So I wouldn't back out now if I were you."

Dipper stared at her, not really sure wether to be scared or impressed.

"Well, it looks like I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

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A/N: I feel so much better about this than the last chapter. Okay, so anyways, I originally wanted Mabel to get Dipper back on her side by erasing his mind, but decided that it might end up working better for her to threaten him with it instead.

Note to self: Moral of this whole mini-fiasco is to put as much effort as you can into your writing cause rushing it can really take away from the story. (My problem is that I often get lazy when it comes to building up to a climax, so I'm definitely going to be working on that in my spare time)

Thanks for all the feedback and have a lovely day! ;p

-Cath