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PIE in Gravity Falls Chapt 7 - FINALE

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Chapt 7 Opening by randompasserbyer


((WARNING: This chapter has audio at parts! :3 You can listen to them or not, but I think they help boost the mood a little.

Also, I am so very sorry for how freaking long this took. I set, like, 6 deadlines, and I missed ALL OF THEM. I HATE missing deadlines!! ;-; I'm sorry, guys. But I think that this is the best chapter yet. ^^ I even cried a little while in Dipper's POV at a certain part that you will all read and know what I am talking about. I'm a little new a creating feels, so advice and constructive criticism is welcome from you senior writers! ^^))

Johnny Ghost's POV

I hate being submerged in the conscience. It happens when Jimmy gets too powerful and takes control. Most of the time, he pushes me so far under that it takes me a week or two to resurface and take back the mind. And when I'm not in control, I can watch all the horrible things that Jimmy does. I feel every knife stroke as it cuts through muscle and sinew. I watch as his victim's life drains away with each drop of blood that leaks from their wounds.. I struggle helplessly as Jimmy throws the knife at Mr. Pines with startling accuracy...

Jimmy got fed up with my protests, though. He shoved me way back.. Back to the memories. That's the worst part... Remembering everything. All the murders that Jimmy hid from me. The memories tell me that I've remembered every time Jimmy takes over, but it always feels fresh. Every memory overwhelms me and effectively shuts me up. Maybe that's why Jimmy prefers to keep me back here. Whenever I start to wake from the bombardment of secrets, he drops another load of horrors.

The one I'm going through now is the worst of them all. It was when we were 5.. Back when our name was Gregory...

The house was large. My mother had a good job that paid the bills for it. I was sitting in the living room playing with CardboardBox Friend. We were building things with blocks. I held a mostly one-sided conversation. "This one is tall! It's going to be a hotel!"

CBF stayed silent and didn't move.

I laughed like he's said something funny. Mother looked in from the kitchen. She must've been worried about me. That was the third time I'd said that sentence. "Honey, who are you talking to?"

I pointed to the cardboard boxes next to me. "CarboardBox Friend! We're going to be friends forever and play silly games!"

She frowned. That was what I said every time. I'd had this "imaginary friend" for about a year, but over the past month it was always with me. In the car, at night, even at the park. I never told anyone, but CBF took me on walks. We were friends. I didn't know... During the few days before this memory, I had started repeating sentences or words.

"My tower is red. Red is a pretty color," I said. Nonsense like that was often spouted.

She looked at me for a moment, concerned about my mental health. "Alright, honey," she said slowly. "Just play nice. Dinner's in thirty minutes." She disappeared back into the kitchen.

Gwegowy, she isn't fun," CardboardBox Friend complained.

I shrugged. "What should we do?"

"Come wif me! We'll go and pway somewhere else!" Cardboard Friend cheered.

I smiled wide. "Okay! That sounds like fun!"

And we left. What happened after that is a tale for another time!

I surface for a moment... just in time to see Jimmy murder Mr. Pines.

Noooooo! I howl. I make a valiant effort to overthrow Jimmy. Alas, it was in vain. Although he did pause to take care of the upset that had just occurred, he snuffs it out quickly.

Ah, Johnny, he replies, impeccable timing!

And he forces another memory on me from the early days.

I was fleeing. I saw CBF for what he was: a ghost that was insane and creepy. I didn't know where I was. I was hungry. I wanted to play. I was lost in a city and I didn't know what to do! My head was spinning and I had this weird twisty feeling in my stomach! I felt like crying, but I felt like laughing and I didn't know what to do. It was night and dark, and scary, and there was weird sounds in the silence!

I looked around for a friend to help, but I saw cardboard boxes down the block to my left. I almost called out a greeting to the familiar figure, but then I remembered. I held back and ran to my left.

My stomach reminded me I was hungry, so I decided to run by breaking into one of the houses. Luckily for me, the front door was unlocked. And all of the windows were shattered, but I just assumed that was normal. I walked in cautiously. I wondered if they had a fridge.. I walked past the unusually shiny couch and into the hallway in search of the kitchen. The place was relatively clean (only a few beer bottles on the floor) and I found the kitchen relatively easily. I opened the fridge and found a whole turkey in it! I laughed at my fortune. It wasn't cooked, but I didn't know. I set it on the island counter next to the paper with words on it. (If I was able to read, I would've noticed that it said, "I'm out at the bar. Be back sometime-Jonathan")

I looked around for a knife to cut it with. I opened some drawers and the silverware jangled around noisily. But I found this really cool knife to use! It was really sharp and made a sweet
swishing noise when I swun it through the air! I smiled at it. It felt right, holding the knife. I wanted to keep it. It needed a name. "Knifey," I said aloud.

"Who are you?!"

I jumped at the voice and turned to see a woman standing in the doorway a little ways from me. She wasn't old, like grandma old, but she wasn't young either. She was like Mother, but not really. She looked really angry and tired. She had really blonde hair and was dressed in PJs. Did she understand, or was she like Mother? Did she want to know my secret?

She snapped at me again. "I said, who are you? Why the heck are you in here? Talk, kid!"

My grip on the knife tightened. Some piece of my fragmented mind came forward. My breath quickened. I didn't like how she was talking to me. It made me angry. It made me want to
hurt her. I glanced down at my knife and back up at her. I started to smile, my pulse getting faster.

She frowned in a different way. Was she afraid? Afraid of lil' old me? "H-hey, kid. What's with your eyes? Are they... glowing red?" There was definitely fear in her voice now. "Who.. What are you!?"

I cocked my head. "M-me? I'm... My name is Jimmy Casket!" I raised Knifey and smiled wide.

"Woah! Don't-Don't stab me!" She held up her hands. Was she afraid of my eyes? Why? It's only me!

I laughed. "S-stab?" I laughed again. "Stab! Stab stab stab!" I stopped laughing and was serious for one moment. "Hey," I started. A grin slowly grew again as I spoke. "You wanna know my secret...?"

The woman screamed and I laughed-

The memory stops abruptly. It's black. Pitch black. What? That's not supposed to happen. This never happens... Unless...

Jimmy! I yell into the inky black.

A glow of red appears at my right as his blood red outline comes into view. Yes...?

I put my blue outlined hands on my blue outlined hips. Did you kill us again?

He looks at his red outlined feet. Yes...

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. Every time, Jimmy. Every SINGLE TIME! I pause. Jimmy is silent. Tell me why I should revive us this time.

He thinks for a moment, then replies, Because you would lose all your fangirls if you died for sure.

Good point,
 I respond. I would lose what few fangirls I have... I pause again. And why can't you revive us this time?

His outline flashes angrily. You know I don't have the energy to do it on my own!

That's a lie. I've seen him do it plenty of times in the memories. I say sarcastically. Oh really?

He flashes again. Yes, really! Just revive us already!

Hold on...
 My train of thought switches tracks. How did we die in the first place?

Jimmy stares at his feet again. British Disco.

What?!
I cuff his ear.

He pulls out his knife and tries to take a stab at me. I dance backwards to avoid it. Watch it, Johnny! Don't forget who has the real power in here! I was here first! I only keep you around as a scapegoat!

I brush off some imaginary dust from my sweatshirt. Jeez, chill, Jimmy. Man, sometimes I forget how unstable we are. Even when I'm talking to myself, ironically. I continue, But seriously? British Disco? Fine, I'll revive us now. I facepalm. British Disco...

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I gasp and my body lurches up. I'm alive! We're alive... My body gasps greedily for air as my systems restart. I groan, "Sooo... fabulous..."

The remnants of British Disco dance on my eyelids. "Oh.. Everything hurts."

"He's alive," a girl's voice says.

"But.. he was dead for twenty minutes!" a boy's voice exclaims incredulously.

"Cutting it a little close, eh, sir?" Johnny Toast says with a touch of cautiousness in his voice.

I don't say anything. I open my eyes. A... cage? I'm in a cage? The events of the past hour come rushing back. I groan again and cover my face. I look at my hands. They were stained with Mr. Pines' blood. So was my blue sweatsh-

Wait. Blue!? My sweatshirt's not blue! It's gray! I bolted up, gray eyes wide. "No, no, no, no, no! That's not right! Blue not gray!" I don't feel in control! My pulse quickens and my breathing becomes shallower and more frequent. I'm hyperventilating! "Noo!!"

"Sir, fight it!" Johnny tells me.

It's no use! He's coming! I can't do anything! I'm powerless! I'm shaking and I'm trying to fight him, but I'm so weak after coming Back From the Dead! I can't even speak to try and warn them..

My gut twists and I clutch at it, clenching my jaw. I squeeze my eyes shut.

No, I think one last time before I'm punished for resisting and Jimmy shoves me in the subconscious. He takes control and I give in to the darkness.

Dipper's POV

Jimmy's shoulders start to shake with laughter. I feel a twist of horror and anger at the murderer. Why should he live and Grunkle Stan die? Why can't Jimmy just stay dead?! It's not fair! My anger turns to disgust at the laughing figure in the cage. "He's changing again. He's Jimmy now."

"Hey, friends. Let's play a game! It's called- Hey! Who took Knifey?" Jimmy feels his blue sweatshirt pocket. He frowns at us through the bars. "Taking other people's things is not very nice." He grins again, real mirth in his eyes. "Why don't you give it back? Doesn't anyone want to play with me?"

Mabel clutches the blood-stained knife and holds it away from him. He cackles madly at her fear. She frowns at him and says, "I've got your knife right here! And there's no way you're gonna get it because you're stuck in that cage!"

He looks around in the cage, grinning. "Oh, but no prison is unbreakable, girlie."

Johnny Toast sighs and stares at Jimmy. "There has to be a way to get you back, sir. I won't rest until I find it." He turns to Mabel and I. "We need to talk in the other room."

The "other room" is the kitchen area. We're using the living room for the cage, which is pretty big. It did hold a gremoblin after all. Mabel leaves the knife in the living room. She shivers from touching it. I don't blame her. That knife is the instrument of our great-uncle's death... I feel a little guilty that she had to hold it and not me. We file into the kitchen and confer with our backs to Jimmy in his cage. He won't be able to make out our plan if he can't see our lips!

Toast starts out. "We're sure that the cage can hold him? He's devilishly crafty."

I nod confidently. "The only reason the gremoblin got out last time was because Mabel had given it a key." I look at her. "You remembered to take the key out of the cage, right?"

She says just as confidently, "I am 99.9% sure that I remembered!"

I shrug. "Good enough for me!"

Toast rubs his hands together. "Alright. So, here's the plan of action we're going to take to get back Johnny's mind."

Before he could get any further, all Jimmy breaks loose.

Jimmy Casket's POV

About a minute earlier...
(Audio only is fine. :3 If you read like me, this'll be sufficiently creepy for Jimmy.)


I look around the cage and spy my ticket out of here. For some odd reason, the key to the cage is taped to the top of the cage. Text is scrawled next to it, but I can't read. I grin at the trio outside the cage. "Oh, but no prison is unbreakable, girly."

Toast sighs and says that he'd find a way to get Ghost back, but he's fast asleep. I don't even need to push him into the memories! Coming Back From the Dead really sapped his energy! Meanwhile, I have plenty of energy to easily subdue him for a few weeks! I tricked him when I said I didn't have the energy. I only had to donate a little of my energy to come Back From the Dead! Now, with him tucked away, I can cause all the havoc I want!

The gang goes into the kitchen and turns their backs to me. I move quickly. I know I don't have much time before my advantage runs out. I grab the key and slip it carefully into the lock. It unlocks and swings silently open, releasing me. I grin wildly, holding back laughter. I pick up the knife that Mabel had so generously left in the living room. I slowly walk up behind Toaster, knife ready to stab stab stab! I hear him say, "...going to take to get back Johnny's mind."

Quick as a snake, I grab his abdomen and press the knife against his throat. I start laughing. Their faces are priceless! So shocked! So horrified! Terrified! Wait! I want Johnny to see this! Hahaha! I mentally prod him awake. He's groggy, but he assesses the situation quickly. Johnny! Nooo! Don't you dare hurt him!!

"S-sir?! I-I don't know if you can hear me, sir, but you need to snap out of it! Please, sir!"

I start to laugh again, but Johnny finds a sudden spurt of energy and tries to overthrow my control. My smile falters and a strangled sound coming from my throat stops me mid-laugh. He almost succeeds for a moment. That's not fun. That makes me angry. In a flash of white hot rage I subdue Johnny Ghost and yell, "NO! Jimmy's playing right now! Johnny can wait his turn! I want to tell you all my secret!" I laugh. "You- You guys want to know it? YOU WANT TO KNOW MY SECRET!!?"

Dipper and Mabel take a step back, fear spelled on their faces. Johnny Toast trembles in my vice-like grip that has his arms pinned to his sides. He knows that his end is inevitable. Ghost knows it, too. As I shove his exhausted conscience into the worst of the memories, he lets out one last pitiful, hopeless wail. Johnnyyy! Noooo! Don't hurt... him...

Dipper takes a step forward courageously. He speak calmingly, looking me in my blood red eyes. "Jimmy, listen to me." He pauses. "You don't want to kill anyone."

I interrupt him. "Well of course I don't! I just want to show you guys my secret!!" I frown at him as if I were being accused of murder.

Dipper holds up his hands as if to calm me. "Jimmy, just.. put the knife down."

Toaster's voice quakes as he says, "P-please, sir. I don't want to know your secret!"

A bead of blood rolls down his neck from where my knife is pressed against it. I grin. "It's a good secret. I think you'll like it."

I feel movement in Toast's arm. I glance down and see that he's reaching for his gun. Well, that won't do! Playtime is over! Time to finish the game!

Dipper tries one more time. "Just listen! I don't want anymore-"

I cut him off abruptly. "I said I would get you, Toaster. Now you get to know my secret!"

I sink the knife into his neck, cutting off the strangled cry. Warm blood flows down from the wound.

"Noooo!" Mabel wails, tears forming in her eyes again.

Dipper is shocked. It's written plainly across his face. I hear a whimper in my mind as Ghost surfaces from another memory. Noo... He willingly retreats to the memories. I notice that he goes to the memory stack that had most of the memories with ole Toaster.

I grin as I let Toast's corpse fall to the floor with a soft thump. "Whoops. Guess I showed you too hard. Hahahahaha!!"

Mabel screams, "You monster!" and rushes at me.

[link] (for maximum feels. Sorry people on phones or tablets. <:3)

Dipper's POV

Too late, I realize what Mabel was planning on doing. In blind rage and grief, she charges at Jimmy. I make one desperate grab at her sweater to hold her back. "No, Mabel! The knife!"

I almost stop her.

She doesn't even make it halfway before Jimmy throws his knife. It embeds itself in her stomach. She staggers back and I step forward to catch her. Jimmy fist pumps. "I'm like a Legolas up in here today!"

I ignore him and set Mabel down gently. My heart is shattered. "Mabel..."

She coughs and looks at me through pained eyes. "D... Dipper.."

Her breathing gets shallower and I blink through tears. "No, Mabel, stay with me! Don't.. Don't you leave me, too!" Her image blurs as tears stream down my face. "Please.. You're all I have left..."

Her stomach reddens around the knife. My throat closes with grief as her eyes do the same. She speaks faintly, and I lean closer to hear her last words. Tears drip onto her face. "Dipper.. In the attic.." Her face contorts in pain before she continues. "The.. grappling hook..."

I nod, understanding what she was saying. She wants me to get the grappling hook and protect myself. I hold her as she releases her last breath and goes limp. I bent over her still body, crying. My shoulders shake as a sob catches in my throat. My sister - my twin - was taken from me as well. By the same horrible person that had taken Grunkle Stan.

That same horrible person speaks up behind me. "Oh, that's too bad," he says sarcastically. "Now there's only you!"

My determination hardens at the sounds of his voice. Granted, it still gives me goosebumps, but it doesn't paralyze me with fear. I hate that voice. The blue sweatshirt, the brown hair, those cursed red eyes! All of it! I know what I'm going to do when I get the grappling hook. And I will get the grappling hook.

I wipe my eyes and bolt out of the kitchen. I race as fast as I can to the stairs. I hear Jimmy laugh behind me. "You can't run from ole Jimmy Casket! I can smell you!"

Alright, that's just weird. I wonder if it's true. I burst into the attic and grab Mabel's grappling hook. I step over Grunkle Stan's corpse and into the hallway. I listen for any hint of Jimmy. It's dead silent. I walk down the stairs slowly and carefully. He could be anywhere. I step into the living room, watching the shadows for any movement. Any movement at all.

Suddenly, I hear a squeal coming from the Gift Shop! "Waddles!"

I run as fast as I can to the gift shop and find it almost empty. There's a splash of blood that leads to the door. I stay where I am out of fear of what I might find. After a moment of horror, I look behind the cash register and pick up the trash can lid. When I look up from the ground, I see Jimmy staring at me from the middle of the question mark shirt rack.

He starts laughing. Adrenaline spikes through my blood system. My heart beats faster. I feel anger surge through my mind and I level the grappling gun at him. I pull the trigger and the hook flies at him with astonishing speed! He simply sidesteps. The hook crashes in the shirts, jostling the rack. Jimmy yelps as he loses his balance and tumbles to the floor.

This is the opening I was looking for! I run to the rack, ready to smash his face with the trash lid. He leaps through the shirts at my face and I have just enough time to bring up my make-shift shield to block his knife stroke. It shudders under the impact. Jimmy grunts and tries to wrestle the lid away from me. We grapple on the floor, each of us trying to gain the upper hand. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I put up quite a fight.

Sometimes during the struggle, I tried to bring the grappling hook up for another shot. Jimmy knocked it out of my hand and it flew out of my sight.

That was when we broke from each other. We circle, eyeing each other warily. I think of Grunkle Stan. My blood boils in rage at this murderer. I think of Mabel. My hand shakes. I want to kill him. I want to put Jimmy Casket in a casket! My determination turns to cold steel and I charge at him. I'm ready for the stab that Jimmy would do as I draw closer. It clangs against my my shield and I bring up my free hand in a punch. "Right hook!" I yell, tear of grief and rage in my eyes.

It lands solidly on Casket's face and he is knocked off his feet. He grunts in pain and holds his hands to his nose. I stand over him, panting and glaring down at him. He laughs. He brings down his hands and blood flows freely from his nose. He laughs and looks at his hands, stained with his blood, too. Then he looks at me.

A chill goes up my spine. My determination wavers. His eyes. They glowed. They glowed the color of fresh blood! I freeze for a single moment in fear.

A moment that Jimmy takes advantage of. He yells "Stab stab stab!" and the knife comes rushing at my face! I jerk back in surprise, and the steel cuts into my cheek. I'm knocked to the left, but I use my momentum to turn a 360 and bring up the trash can lid to block his follow up slash that I know instinctively with come. Sure enough, the knife dents my shield. The force is so strong that it knocks me flat on the floor. Now the tables are turned and Jimmy is standing above me. The knife in his hand drips with my blood.

I touch my bleeding cheek and look fearfully into his blood red eyes. He steps on the arm that I hold my shield with and leans onto it. A sharp crack! splits the air.  I scream in pain. My arm is definitely broken. My eyes well up. This is it. I can't move my arm. I'm barely conscious because of the pain. Jimmy knows it, too. He smiles down at me. He speaks softly. "It's alright, friend. Now you get to know my secret. Just like your friends!"

I can't believe it. I.. I failed them. I failed Grunkle Stan... I failed- I failed Mabel. My arm throbs with pain A sob catches in my throat. But none of my physical wounds hurt as much as the hurt in my heart.

Man, what a cheesy last thought. Where did that random string of poetry come from?

Jimmy looks at me like he's concerned. "Oh, what's the matter?" He grins wildly. The last thing I hear before I die is "Don't you want to know my secret?"
A moment of silence for the dead. Candle 

I feel guilty for killing Dipper. ;-; He was my favorite. I'm sorry! After I said that I would follow him no matter what! ;-;

Also, I feel bad that this took so long. BUT IT'S DONE!!

Also, epilogue when I find the time. :meow:

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*weakly punches you in the chest while sobbing*