Betrayal

The Portal

"Grunkle Stan...... I trust you"

Mabel let go of the pole the button was on and let herself float up in front of the portal.

"Mabel, are you crazy!? We're all gonna-"

Before I can finish berating my "sister", the countdown finishes. This is it. The portal is opening and we're all going to day because of my lying uncle and my idiotically naïve sister. There is a flash, then a feeling of weightlessness, and then falling. I hit the ground and rub my forehead. I look up and see a silhouette of a vaguely human man walking through the portal. He walks forward and stoops down to the journal. He puts his hand on the front cover for a moment, then picks it up and puts it in a pouch on the inside of his tattered trench coat.

"W-what? Grunkle Stan, who IS this guy?" Mabel asks.

"The author of the journals. My twin brother."

I look at Mabel and Soos who have looks of pure utter shock on their faces.

"Finally! After all these long years of waiting and working, you're ACTUALLY here! Brother!"

And then the mystery man clocks him. It takes quite a bit of self control to not laugh at his deserved pain.

"OW! What the fuck was that for?!"

"This was an INSANELY risky move, restarting the portal like this! Are you illiterate, or did you just IGNORE ever fucking warning I put in the journals?!"

We all sit and watch the 30 second fight before Mabel interrupts the two brawling.

"Hi, Mable here, one quick question, what in the world is going on???"

"Stan, you didn't say anything about children! And what appears to be a large hairless gopher."

Ok wow, rude much? I already don't like this guy. He's entitled and walks into a room acting like he's the smartest one there.

"I-I have a niece and nephew? Greetings, "he says, reaching out to shake Mabel's hand. "Do kids still say that?"

While he chats with Mabel, I try to distance myself from these backstabbers and liars. It finally sinks in. Mabel turned her back on me. She decided to trust a known liar, who she's known for less than three god damned months over her own twin brother. How could she? I guess the author was right. Trust no one. I feel this red hot anger burning in me. I want revenge. For her to feel as betrayed as I am. And I know exactly who to call for that. I crack a small, yet sadistic, smile as the thought oh her screaming and crying in betrayal and pain fills my head.

"WHAT!!!"

My head snaps up at the loud noise. I look at the author, who made the noise while talking with Stan.

"Okay. Fuck. It's alright. We should have a while before they find this room. We just have to lay low and think of a plan."

He takes out the journal and a pen and starts scribbling.

Mabel makes the oh-so obvious statement that we're all going to be stuck here for a while and decides to bring up their past. Idiot. Time and place. We are in neither.

But I sit there and listen to their sob stories they called lives. The science fair, Gravity Falls, being a con man. Everything. They are both so stupid in so many different ways. It's a miracle that they're both still alive, with how easily Fordsy here is manipulated and how many illegal activities Stan participates in. I honestly find it tragic that they wasted themselves. Lies, backstabbing, and pride ruin another one of humanities' chances for greatness. What. A. Waste. They balance each other perfectly. Stan has ambition, social skills, charm, and general street smarts, while Fordsy has intellect, skill, precision, and impulse control. They could have been great together. But noooo, hubris and betrayal ruin it. I can't wait to leave this dingy basement, call Bill, and make the deal. I know he'll take it. I mean, he can't afford not to.

"I heard talking from the floor" an agent yells to his buddies.

Even I panic for a moment. I can't have anyone here going to jail.

"FORD! Here! Make them forget!" I shout.

"Dipper, you're a genius! If I can adjust this to a radio wave frequency.... GOT IT! Everyone, plug your ears!"

We all crouch down and plug our ears. A vibration goes out, and the agents won't remember a thing. So that's one obstacle scratched off. Ford deals with the agents, and I sneak off into the woods with journal 2.