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“I have so many questions,” Mabel said. “Why am I the one with all the questions?! Dipper’s the curious one, not me!” “Maybe you should just undo the spell,” Bill said, calling up another beanbag for him to flop back onto. “It would make things easier.” “What spell?” Mabel asked. “Not really,” Neveah replied, ignoring Mabel’s question. “I have to admit, Altair’s been starting to undo some of it, but too much at once would just make things worse for us all.” She groaned. “Now’s a time I really wish Celeste was around.” ̶

“What did you do to my brother?!” Mabel shouted. It was creepy, the way Dipper just stood there, eyes half-closed, emotionless. Like a lifeless puppet. “Nothing he didn’t already agree to, kiddo.” Altair said. “He’s mine now.” Mabel ran at Altair, whip ready to strike. “Give him back!” Altair did nothing. Dipper on the other hand, tilted his head as Mabel and the others were blasted into a wall. He raised his hand, pinning them to their places. “Stop  it, Dipper!” Mabel begged. His head turned to look at her, but that was all. He looked at Altair, who shrugged. He contin

Dipper looked up. Altair was crouching next to him. “Well?” the demon asked. “I can’t do anything,” Dipper said. “I’m powerless.” “Not on your own you can’t,” Altair said. “But if you were to, say, make a deal with me, I could save her.” “Why would you save her?” Dipper asked. “You’re the one trying to kill her.” Altair shrugged. “I have my reasons. Are you going to do it or not? We don’t have all day, you know?” A sand timer appeared in the air above them. “Tic tok.” “What do you want in exchange?

“So, how was learning magic?” Neveah asked while Dipper helped her with magic that afternoon. “It was great! Bill said he’d teach me another spell tomorrow!” She smiled. Some things never change. “I thought you didn’t trust him,” she said. “I still don’t,” he admitted. “I wonder why he’s being nice to me all of a sudden.” He’s cared about you since you were born, kiddo. She shrugged. “Demons can be pretty mysterious. Even our deals have multiple motives.” “Really?” She nodded. “Yup. The scary thing about powerful demons is,

Bill walked into the dining room the next morning to find breakfast made and Neveah almost done eating. Waffles, scrambled eggs, fruit, juice, and milk were all on the table. “You’ve been up a while,” Bill noted. Neveah shrugged. “Figured I should make breakfast and eat something before getting back to Mabel.” “Did you get any sleep last night?” The younger demon asked. “Nah. You?” “After I got the Shadow out of Pine Tree’s mind. Had to wait for his nightmare to end, though.” She nodded, standing up to put her dishes in the sing. “Make sure you guys actually clean u

Dipper was helping Neveah in the kitchen while Bill- in spite of his protests- set the table.  Neveah decided to make spaghetti and meatballs, pulling the ingredients out of nowhere. “Hey, Neveah?” Dipper asked. “Yeah? By the way, just call me Nev, kay?” Dipper nodded. “Umm, how old are you guys?” She shrugged. “Six thousand? I think. I don’t really keep track. Taste this.” She pointed a wooden spoon with sauce on it at Dipper. He tasted the sauce. “Tastes good to me. Better than Grunkle Stan’s cooking, that’s for sure.” She laughed. “That’s because I ac