Lost Legends Oneshot Concept
Anti-Mabel was still under the impression that she could pull this off, but it was crushed by selflessness. Just that killed her pride, as her fame had always been centred around the fact that no request for help could change her destructive nature.
She was lost, both metaphorically and literally.
Suddenly, another hole appeared in the multiverse, and began sucking everything nearby. Unfortunately, Anti-Mabel was one of them.
oOo
Waking up after getting absorbed, Anti-Mabel could only see white in all directions. Curious, she began venturing forward, when she found a forest in black and white. What surprised her even more was that she didn't get affected by this change of colour, as her skin remained the same.
"So, a black-and-white universe, eh?" Anti-Mabel said, rubbing her hands with a mischievous smile. "Time to wreak havoc and establish supremacy-"
"You can't achieve supremacy here, new girl." An amplified eerie voice interrupted. "This is the Mindscape!"
For the first time ever, Anti-Mabel was terrified. Not daring to turn back, she replied to the remark.
"Who the hell are you?"
"The name's Bill Cipher," he introduced, "nice to meet you. I suspect that your appearance is either due to the fact that you're dead now, or you got sucked by a dimensional hole or something like that, which is a better possibility."
"Bill Cipher? I've heard of you!" She exclaimed.
"Apparently I haven't. I won't bite you, you know. In all my past dealings I never had to bite someone, so just turn around."
The next thing that happened shocked Bill tremendously.
"SHOOTING STAR?"
"Yes and no." She smiled again. "Name's Anti-Mabel. Banished from my own reality many, many moons ago."
"Interesting..." Bill observed Anti-Mabel carefully. "Well, kiddo, you seem to have a big ambition. But first, have a seat."
He snapped his finger, and the environment was all white again, with a chair appearing just in time for her to sit down. Another snap, and tea was now on her hand.
"You know, Shooting Star, it's really rare for a variant of your multiversal kinds to do that much research on me. How much do you know?"
"Up until your last appearance in Prime Mabel's universe." Anti-Mabel replied. "But I thought you're erased after you entered Stanley Pines's mind."
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong. Let me tell you a story..."
oOo
Bill somehow didn't die after that final punch, even when he was blasted into pieces. He blacked out, but he was conscious enough to know that he wasn't going to die.
"Bill Cipher."
Someone was calling him. However, he couldn't open his eye.
"Bill Cipher."
He finally opened his eye. In front of him was a powerful extra-dimensional creature that took the form of a giant, majestic axolotl.
"Axolotl." Bill Cipher greeted, then bowed down.
The Axolotl signalled him to rise.
"Bill Cipher, you have been summoned to my domain for your incantation of an ancient spell. I suspect that you need a second chance at life?"
"Yes, yes!" He began to beg.
"Then you must know one thing: that your crime is very well-documented and nothing is going to change that. You will not die, however, you will be forever banished at the Mindscape without the ability to talk to anyone."
"What! That's unfair! Do you know how much I have to sacrifice to get here, you big frilly know-it-all?"
"Careful with your choice of words there, Cipher." The Axolotl interrupted. "I haven't even finished my verdict yet."
It continued. "Your banishment will not be forever if there's a human inside the Mindscape giving you that second chance. By my calculations, it will take a very long time."
Bill wanted to argue back, but the Axolotl wasn't going to end there. "I can give you two choices, Bill Cipher. Either you follow my decision, or face the consequences of invoking my fury. You won't like it."
He hesitated for a moment.
"Alright, fine, banishment it is. At least I get to haunt people in their dreams."
"That's what you think, Cipher." The Axolotl said as it transported the triangle to the Mindscape. "That's what you think."
oOo
"And that's how I've been here ever since." Bill drank the last drop of the tea. "All because of desperation at distorting an ancient incantation."
"You know, Cipher," Anti-Mabel said, "I've always thought of you as an all-powerful being, but I can now see that we have the same weakness after all: a thing called family."
Bill looked at her again, and in an instant, he knew that she didn't tell the full story. There was so much more to it.
"Kiddo," he said in an almost sympathetic tone, "you have to tell me your story."
And just like that, for the first time, she felt like she got attention, in a better way that she had before. After a while, Anti-Mabel nodded.
oOo
"Mabel," Dipper asked annoyingly, "is there any way for you to stop reading that spooky journal?"
"Leave me alone." Mabel replied, not making eye contact with her brother. "I'm almost done with my project."
"Fine," he approached the door, "just so you know, summer is going to end soon. Better pack up your dumb things before we leave the Shack."
It was a bold discovery. After making Waddles the smartest pig alive, both of them had been sneaking under the basement in an attempt to actually find the person that their Grunkle Stan always wanted to find: his brother, and the author of the three journals. To do this, they had been working tirelessly after that failed attempt to bring him back by rebuilding a new prototype. And this was the day.
"Ready, Waddles?"
"Ready, Mabel." Waddles replied.
"Here we go!"
Mabel pulled the lever, and the device began its activation.
"I can assure you that this will work 99.9981224562% faster than the previous prototype your great-uncle did."
"Thanks, Waddles," Mabel replied, "but we don't need the probability. What matters the most is that we locate the right person."
The portal began to look unstable.
"No, no, no!" Mabel freaked out. "This was not supposed to happen!"
"Stop what you're trying to do now! You're under arrest!"
A bunch of yellow doors started to appear out of nowhere, with people that wore riot police uniforms coming out of those doors. Shortly after that, Mabel was swiftly arrested.
"Let me go!"
"You have the right to remain silent until you are tried at the Time Variance Authority court!"
"Waddles!" Mabel threw a remote. "Keep it safe!"
/./
With her outfit changed and time to adjust, she was now escorted by two of those same people. They informed her that in a few moments, a trial against her would begin about her decision not following the Sacred Timeline. All of the information was considered new to her, and it only made her feel even more uncomfortable.
Alas, Mabel arrived at the court. Her heart was beating fast: what exactly was going to happen to her? Looking up front, she saw the judge, however she couldn’t see his face.
“Alright,” the judge spoke - it was the voice of a man, “let the case begin.”