Intermission
A Deal Between Devils
Finally, everyone had gone and it was just the Gleeful twins. No dumb otherworldly visitors in their hair, no traitors screwing up in front of them, and the townsfolk had all gone home on their command. And, best yet? There wasn't a single dumb blonde or stuttering white-haired child in sight. It was rather peaceful, and Mabel was certainly enjoying it. Her brother, on the other hand, was a bit more concerned.
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"Damn that ogress and her little companions. They all may be dumber than bricks, but--"
A small
whoosh could be heard: the sound of some sort of knife cutting through the air. An object that, if it had been a couple mere millimeters shy of where it had flown, would have lodged itself in the nose of Dipper. The male's eyes widened before narrowing slightly, his eyes casting an annoyed look unto the sister of his that happened to be 'shh'ing him. Sure, she didn't exactly need to throw a knife by his face to accentuate her point, but she hardly seemed to note that fact.
"Oh, relax. We've nothing to worry about, brother. As always," she assured, sounding bored.
"Those insignificant little friends of ours are much too clueless to cause any harm."
As annoying as it was to admit, his sibling had a point, and Dipper knew it. So with a heavy sigh, he reluctantly crossed his arms.
"Then what do you propose we do, now?"
The body of Roman Torchwick twitched where it laid. Then as though pulled up on strings, it rose up and the head lolled about before snapping up with a crack. The blood on the front reduced and then Roman himself seemed to wake up. He certainly recognized the twins as he snarled.
"Why, you little-Ah-ah-ah Roman!"
That had come from Roman's own mouth and briefly the twins were treated to the sight of Roman, trying to stare at his mouth in shock. His hand moved up to sweep the bangs out of his right eye.
And the yellow gleam of Bill Cipher's orb stared out. Partial possession, just enough to take a look at the counterparts of the brats. And with relish, he spoke.
"Hello, hello-hello! Pine Tree! Shooting Star! You look different then usual. Did you cut your hair?"
"Ah, about time," Mabel spoke as Torchwick began to move, a grin suddenly returning to her features. She seemed rather pleased with the sight - though this didn't seem to be shared.
"You know, I was beginning to wonder when you'd be rejoining us. I hardly thought you'd be so easy to snuff out," Dipper cut in, seeming to be... complaining, that Torchwick had died when he had impaled him.
"Do try a bit harder to stay alive next time. Maybe then you wouldn't be such a pain to deal with," he continued.
"Now, now, brother~"
Idly swinging her feet off of where she'd had them kicked up across her chair, Mabel climbed to her feet with those words, a gleam in her bright eyes as she gazed upon the redhead. Within moments, she had waltzed right up in front of him, where she quite casually reached out towards Torchwick's face and wiped away some splattered blood. Truly, her brother needed a lesson - how sloppy his work was... but Mabel reasoned now wasn't the time.
Almost cheerfully looking down at the blood now on her hand, the Gleeful spoke without so much as a glance at the owner of the voice.
"Hm. Two of my favorite people, all in one," she remarked offhandedly, eyes slowly returning to Torchwick's face.
"Red is a good color on you, darling."
Letting those words float on the breeze, Mabel turned away, allowing herself to give a real response.
"Truly, now, if you know as much about us as you should, then you should know we aren't keen on waiting." And they weren't keen on hearing themselves be compared to their counterparts, either, from the looks of things.
If Roman had a flaw, it was to hold a grudge.
If he had a strength, it was the ability to choose his own time and place. So it was with a curled sneer as he addressed them.
"You could have at least aimed for the face. This suits expensive to clean."
"Enough of that!"
Bills voice came out, a grin independent of Roman splitting his face. Like the cat who caught a whole pet shop full of canary's, he leaned on the sparkly umbrella and spoke.
"Small details kids, you know how it goes! I got my eye on the shades and an eye on the survivors! Everything seems to be going absolutely great, no thanks to my main man here! But then Roman made new friends and after seeing what you could do, he convinced me! So here's my offer!"
He flopped back onto a pew, cackling as he grinned.
"Right now, it looks like they're going to find the last traitor. But that was planned for anyway! So while I give em a show, it'll be just enough time to do my final ritual and finish em off for good. So join me-and you'll have power like unto gods! The power you amassed will look like parlor tricks! So kids..."
He extended Romans hand.
"Join me. The old crew could use more like you!"
Romans solitary eye twitched. The only sign from the shared body and so small, unless you were looking for it. But it was enough to show one thing. The thief was worried.
And his glance was towards Mabel.
Seeming to ignore Roman's complaints altogether, Dipper rolled his eyes at the comment from Bill.
"Of course it's going great. If you've taken us for amateurs, you'll find yourself sorely mistaken." It was a bold statement - but one that he genuinely believed. And yet, as Bill went on, the less entertained he became. It was all well and good that the last traitor would be found. Their plans would still go fine, and they could still easily kill off the survivors. It would be easy as hell.
But he didn't like the way 'Bill' extended his hand to his sister
and not to him - after all, he was the superior twin. There was something off there. But as per usual, Mabel was seven steps ahead and ready to take a dare.
Her eyes had fixated themselves on the extended hand, her grin never once faltering and the attention paid to Roman's little twitch? Nil. She was quite obviously giddy with the mere thought of Bill's suggestion, but she wasn't dumb.
"Mm.. You certainly know what a woman wants," she mused, her eyes returning to the two differently colored ones belonging to Torchwick.
"...But handshakes are a bit modern for my taste. Besides, I wouldn't want to get your pretty little hands all dirtied. So why don't we simply go on word, hm? After all..."
Impossibly, the grin on her features widened. Within mere moments, the female was up on her toes and in Torchwick's face, their noses perhaps an inch or two apart.
"...I wouldn't dream of going back on my word~"
"Hehehehehehe."
Small laughter wafted from Bill, the smile on his face matching the twins.
"Hahahaha!"
Louder now, Romans eye looked somewhat askance as Bill clutched their ribs, as though having heard the best joke ever.
Unfortunately, the punchline was the twins.
"Hahahahaha-NO!!!"
Fire blazed around him and he seemed more vast suddenly. He wasn't Will. Sniveling counterpart of him in this different world. Bill was affable right up to the point he reminded folks what he was capable of. And this close to his goals, he was in no mood to indulge. In a voice like wrath personified he thundered.
"I'm offering you a chance because Roman here thinks you got moxie. Considering his success rate, I'm inclined to believe that. But try that kind of sap talk on me, and I'll turn you two into mincemeat and Conman here into a dartboard."
A beat passed. He laughed suddenly and the fire vanished. He extended his hand with a beaming smile.
"So we got ourselves a deal?" <3
Oddly enough, despite the mildly surprised look that came to even her own brother's face, Mabel didn't back down from her place so close to the partially possessed man. Hell, she didn't so much as flinch. Instead? She took in the words and flames with excitement. Now, if there was one thing that Mabel loved... it was power. And oh, did this man
reek of it. So of course she didn't hesitate to act, whether she was making the wise choice or not.
Without so much as waiting for the flames to die away, Mabel promptly moved to snatch up Roman's hand, seeming to actually enjoy the remaining heat that could've been enough to burn her. With an unteachable smirk, she shifted slightly so that her mouth instead brushed by Roman's ear.
"Of course we do," she confirmed, biting her lower lip in attempt to keep her wild grin at bay. Mabel Gleeful had made a deal with the devil, and
oh, had she enjoyed it - even the slight burning sensation that came with the handshake.
But she'd love what was to come, next, even
more.
Collab with the lovely @Ringmaster <3
