Situation: Reverse Pines, my version. Age; 9 and 10. Prequel to "Introducing, The Mystery Twins" (and most of my Reverse Pines stories, actually.)
See: Gravity Falls AU and Crossover Extravaganza, to see more in this universe.

NOTES: How the twins became the twisted little bastards they are in Reverse Pines.
The second part will be posted soon enough. Gotta hook you guys somehow.

Pain in Piedmont

The hurt, the bullying, it was constant.
It went from words to shoving; one twin to the other, but it all started with that stupid birthmark.

Piedmont had been their home since they were born, and at some point between elementary and middle school, Dipper's birthmark had gone from fascinating to painful. It started off with simple teasing, then progressed to hateful words spurned from jealousy at the boy's intelligence, then it started on his sister, and soon after, it became violent. Shoved in his locker, black eyes, Mabel jumped into a couple fistfights because the bullies refused to hit a girl, but that didn't last long.
The two became isolated from the rest of the children, outcasts; and the taunting was no longer the birthmark, it was them, their personalities, their quirks, their bond between each other, the assaults began to tear the two apart.

They became spiteful as they started to hate their peers. Those that stayed quiet were as bad as the bullies, even the few friends they had began to distance themselves once their association with the twins put themselves at risk. They had each other, and that's all that mattered. The teachers never interfered, their parents were powerless to stop it, but they could protect each other. They didn't have anybody else.
It quickly escalated to the two of them being on guard at all times, ignoring anything verbal and getting from point A to point B as fast as they could. It didn't always work, but it helped that they were in the same classes and always together. While one grabbed their books, the other kept a lookout. While one scouted lunch seats, the other retrieved their now packed lunches. They wanted nothing to do with other people. They refused to work in groups with anyone else. Dipper began to hide his birthmark under his hair.

But it wasn't until they were walking home one day, that their parents received a call into the office for the first time to discuss how the two, "Didn't play well with the other children".

It was the first time they really started fighting back.

One of the most prominent jackasses, Rudy, from a grade above theirs had begun to chase them with his band of friends as soon as the bell let out, the threats echoing down the streets, milder than what they were usually told due to the public area. Their plan was just to get home, the bullies always left once they reached their house, but this time was different. One of Rudy's friends had gotten a new bike and cut the twins off on the stretch of road, cornering the two between creek and busy road.

With no other alternative, the two jumped the guard rail, sliding down the bank of the creek and ran. They'd never been in the woods before, in fact since the bullying started they avoided going outside altogether, but the other options were possibly getting hit by a car, or waiting for Rudy to catch them there in the road, so they took their chances. Tripping over the underbrush and running through what they knew was poison ivy, they followed the creek up until the current began to pick up and then made a sharp turn and started climbing the bank. Their arms and legs were scratched and bleeding from thorns and tree branches, but the threats behind them had gone from mildly upsetting to downright terrifying.

"When I get my hands on you two, you're gonna wish you were dead!"

Both of the twins tripped every so often as they ran and climbed, but the other was quick to pull them up and push them forward. They'd never run so far or so hard in their lives, their house was right down the street, they never needed to. Stopping at a tree, Dipper fell to his knees, his sister doing the same.
"Do...Do...Do...you think...we lost them..?" Mabel whispered between breaths.
Dipper shrugged, everything hurt, they just wanted to go home.
They were answered with the snap of a tree branch and rustling from the direction they came.
Struggling to push themselves off the ground, they helped each other up and tried to keep going, their knees buckling underneath them.

They didn't make it far.

Their pace had slowed down considerably, but they couldn't stop. They could hear threats and shouts getting louder as they pushed forward.
Dipper noticed the their path coming to an end, and tried to stop, but Mabel pulled him forward, "We...can't afford...to stop now..." It looked like a small crevice, maybe they could jump it, but the closer they got, the wider it became, until they could see their path end in a wide chasm, the drop at least 6 feet into the water below. A rather large fallen tree their only hope, connecting where they stood with a bank that was definitely too far away to jump, and the water below too strong to climb down and cross. The little winding creek they had started to follow had turned into a raging river with a current that neither twin could survive if they fell in.

Before they could look away and search for another way across or away from the cliff, Rudy and his gang had surrounded them.
"Well, well *pant* well...Finally got you losers." One of his friends spoke up. "What are you gonna do to them Rudy?"

"I haven't decided yet, but it'll be sure to hurt." He paused with a sadistic grin as the group stepped closer, "Way worse than any other beating for making us work for it."

Eyeing their options, the twins backed up, inching their way towards the tree, and hoping their assailants didn't notice. Unfortunately, one of them had. The one with the bike, closest to them on their right, had reached out and grabbed Mabel's arm. Mabel yelled and tried to pull away but she wasn't strong enough and everything hurt from the run there, "I got one!"

"Heheh, what you gonna do no-"

Everything else seemed to happen in a blur. Dipper grabbed his sister from the guy clutching her arm and kicked him as hard as he could to get him to let go. It worked, the boy lost his grip on Mabel's arm, but being so close to the edge of the cliff he hardly had any time to process what was happening and had nothing to grab onto.
The boy fell backwards with a scream, his friends frozen in fear.
The twins took the opportunity to run, making their way over the fallen tree thinking only of getting out of the immediate danger they were in, neither one had any idea they might've just pushed a boy to his death, just that they had a chance to get away.

Rudy's friends ran to the cliffside to look for the boy, but there was no evidence he was ever there. Rudy stopped momentarily to look over the cliff before following the twins across the tree.
Dipper turned to run again, pulling Mabel's sleeve but she didn't budge. "He'll just catch us...again if we run...we...have to make a stand...here."

Dipper turned to his sister, processing her words and came to the same conclusion Mabel had, for the first time since they'd gotten into the forest, they had an advantage. They couldn't worry about what happened to Rudy's group, they had to worry about themselves. They were too tired and hurt to keep going at the pace they had been, which wasn't very fast at all. If Rudy made it over that tree he'd catch up to them in no time, and probably throw them into the water after his friend. They couldn't let him make it across, the moment he did they'd be goners.

So when Rudy came over the roots of the tree grabbing for Dipper's shirt, they both ran at him, slamming him hard in the chest, and pushed him over the cliff too.

When they made it home that night, Dipper and Mabel went straight to their room and tried to convince themselves they would be fine, despite knowing of course, that was impossible. They had pushed two boys at least 6 feet into a raging river, there was no way they'd both be okay.
"We killed them."
"We didn't kill them."
"We killed them, Mabel, nobody could survive something like that, not even an adult."
"You don't know that, you read too many mystery novels. They'll be okay."
"We don't know what was in that water they could've been skewered on rocks, or eaten by an aligator, or-"
"Dipper. They're. Not. Dead."
Dipper looked to his sister with a look of fear and confusion, his anxiety clear on his face.

"How do you know?

The two of them sat in silence, running over the scene again and again in their heads. Neither of them spoke for hours, but it was Mabel who broke the silence.
"We...we killed them..."
Dipper sighed, "We killed them."
"We killed people...are we...murderers?"
"It..it was self-defense..."
"We murdered in self-defense."
They sat in thought, unsure of what to say. It was self-defense. It was self-defense. They had no other choice. They were out of options. They didn't have a choice, if the boys hadn't-
If the boys hadn't...If the boys hadn't lunged at them...If the boys hadn't grabbed at Mabel...If the boys hadn't surrounded them, threatened them...if the boys hadn't chased them to begin with...

"It was self defense, they...they...deserved it."
"Dipper?"
"We didn't do anything wrong, if they hadn't chased us down they would've been fine."
Mabel looked to her brother and thought about his words, what else were they supposed to do in that situation? What else could they have done? "You're right, we didn't do anything wrong. That...that-" If it wasn't them, it would've been-
"Could've been us?" Dipper finished her sentence.
Looking her brother in the eye, she nodded. "Yeah."

Silence crept between them as they reasoned with the situation. That could've been them. They could've been the ones dead. They could both be dead right now. Drowning in the river. Pulled downstream into all sorts of rocks and bushes. Gasping for air, if they even survived the fall. And what if only one of them died? They couldn't imagine a life without one another. Rudy would've pushed them over without a doubt, or they'd have jumped to try and get away. No matter how they looked at it, they couldn't have done anything different, they were cornered. It was life or death one way or another. Us or them.

Mabel shook her head with a scoff, "Why should we care, anyway?"
"Mabel?"
Her voice hollow, she continued, "They've been attacking us one way or another every day of our lives. Isn't this a good thing?"
Silence.
Dipper scuffed his shoe, running over her line of thought in his head. "Think it'll stop?"
Mabel snorted, "Maybe...maybe not."

The two of them refused to leave their room that night, choosing to turn in early. They slept together as was the norm for a particularly stressful day. They chose Mabel's bed that night, hers was fluffier, more comforting.

"Mabel?"
"Yeah, brother?"
"No matter what happens, we'll always have each other, right?"
"Of course. We were born together, we'll die together." As soon as the words left her lips, she regretted it, "I-I mean, I-"
Dipper shook his head and hugged his sister, "I got it. Thanks Mabel."

The next day the Pines were called into the office, they were told of the boy's conditions, Rudy was in critical condition and his friend was still missing. There was no evidence as to whether the boy was dead or alive but judging from Rudy's condition, his chances dwindled every second.

The last two of the friend group had told the adults of the malicious look on Dipper and Mabel's faces they witnessed when they pushed Rudy and were trying to pin the entire thing on the twins, hardly addressing how they got to the creek in the first place. The siblings were terrified and told the truth. It was self defense. They were chased down, it was an accident.

Nobody doubted that the boys had instigated the whole thing, but both the twins and the two uninjured boys were suspended until the investigation was closed.

Days passed, the other boy was found, his body washed ashore. His spine had been severed, likely on the fall down. It was ruled an accident, self-defense on the twin's part, a terrible tragedy. Their suspension was lengthened to a full week due to the traumatizing event, knowing you'd pushed someone to their death.

They hardly left their room the entire week, trying to figure out where they stood on the situation. On one hand they felt guilty, it was an accident, they hadn't meant- hadn't wanted to hurt anybody; but on the other...they were relieved. Relieved that Rudy was gone for a few months at best, relieved his friend was dead, it's what they got for hurting them for years. Deep down a part of them was happy, ecstatic that they wouldn't have to see either boy in school, and that made their guilt even worse. They were upset that they were the ones who had killed another human being and seriously fucked up another, but no matter how much they thought or how much they tried to feel sorry for either boy, they couldn't feel anything but relief and a strange mix of satisfaction.

It didn't seem to take long for them to recover from it, they acted the same as they always had. Refusing to talk to anybody but each other, they didn't need to. Things went back to normal for the most part. A few months passed and the bullying started up again, but this time the twins didn't put up with it.
It started with a shove, then a punch, soon the twins were either in detention or the nurse's office every week for fighting back against their attackers, but the bullies dwindled. The rumor that they had pushed two boys to their deaths on purpose and their more aggressive behaviors scared away most of them, others stopped because it wasn't worth the black eye from a kid who'd fight back.

Rudy was out of school for the remainder of the year.

When school let out, the twins were shipped off for their first summer in Gravity Falls, in the hopes of getting them far from the bullying and put the terrible memories behind them. They didn't care about the people they met, or their Uncle's Auto business, and hardly spoke to anyone besides themselves, employing the same tactics they used at home in the small town. It wasn't long before their Uncle noticed and sat them down in an attempt to get them to speak with no avail. Day after day after day, the most he got was a few words from either child. Stan was persistent though, he didn't get where he was from giving up, he knew what it was like to be at the losing end of the world and his nephew had informed him about the events that sent them to his home.
One day he instructed them to chop firewood until they were sore. When they trudged back into the house with a sour expression on their faces, he asked if they wanted to learn to fight properly and told them that he knew how it felt to be bullied.

It was more than they got from anyone back home.

They bonded with their Uncle, someone who understood, someone who had been there and offered a way out, and told them, "That no matter what you protect each other. You learn to fight as individuals and as a team, to hold your own and keep each other safe. There's no worse feeling than losing a sibling."
He understood them, and taught them how to survive in the world, how to act nice and keep people at a distance.
The more they learned and spent time with Stan, the more they opened up, the more they smiled again, the more their personalities shone through. When they weren't helping their Grunkle with a con, they were exploring the woods around the car dealership and going on adventures through the little town. Being polite to people, but never trusting them.

For the first time in years, the two of them could be seen smiling.

One of their woodland excursions led them farther than they'd ever gone before, to a place called the Mystery Shack.

They went in and looked around, weird little gimmicks here and there, owned by a stoutly man with a big grin, a little kid around their age sat in a corner, but neither paid him any mind, instead looking around at the 'supernatural' wonders in awe. Dipper picked up two funny looking stones off a shelf, they were cut smooth and an aqua blue, a color they both liked. One for him and one for his sister, he reasoned, taking the stones to the register and cashing them both out. Neither paying much attention to the conversation with the store owner or the kid, but being sure to plaster a smile on their faces before leaving out the back. The gems were known as Aquamarine. The little cards that came with them said they were a stone of empowerment, inspiring truth, trust, and letting go. Something the twins thought very fitting for themselves.

They kept the little Aquamarine stones on them wherever they went, Mabel adorning them with a little piece of metal and glue to turn them into amulets that they could wear. They became more confident as the summer went on, calmer, forgetting about the bullying since it wasn't important anymore. It hadn't been since they taught themselves to fight, and thanks to Stan they really knew how to hold their own. They kept exploring the woods, going further and further than the last time, hoping to see as much as they could before the summer came to an end and they had to face the world they'd left behind.

It was a week before school started, two days after their 10th birthday, that they found it. The twins had been walking as usual, not really paying attention, just following a trodden path behind Stan's Auto-Mart and kicking any rocks along their way between the two of them and into the grass. One of the rocks Mabel had kicked especially hard and it found it's way to a small grass mound that sounded a metallic clunk, stopping the twins dead in their tracks. Investigating the odd sound, figuring it was another hubcap or something, they tore the grass away and revealed a strange metal dome. Each grabbing a forgotten tool from the scrapyard, the twins pried open one of the metal plates, exposing a tiny compartment before them. Dipper pulled out a journal with a very light coat of dust on it. It was maroon with metallic accents to it, and a 6 fingered hand plastered in the center. They brought it back to Piedmont with them, wishing their Great Uncle a genuine goodbye and thanks, and reading the journal the entire way back.

"Wouldn't it be cool if this stuff was real?" Dipper asked, "I mean, werewolves, vampires, the undead, there's even something in here about power stones."
"Power Stones? What're those?"
"Guess it's what it sounds like, stones with power." He cleared his throat and began to read, "As illustrated in journal 1 on the types and rituals of a Powerstone, the powers are created by the orientation of your soul. The three necessary ingredients for a powerstone are, a pure gem of any kind, the light of a Blood Moon, and a strong emotion projected to the stone."
"Huh." Mabel spoke, "There's a Blood Moon coming up, wanna give it a shot?"
"Seems kinda stupid, I mean we know it's fake. None of this stuff exists, we were in Gravity Falls for 2 and a half months and didn't see a single weird thing except that hack's shop at the edge of town."
"Yeah, but we have those Aquamarines from that 'hack's shop', it's worth a shot, right? Besides, I wanna see what my power is! Maybe it's like one of those Zodiac things!"

And so the twins began to explore the woods behind their house in the days leading up to the Blood Moon, and they found a clearing that let the moonlight shine down directly onto the stones. When the night of the bloodmoon came, the twins set the stones in the moonlight and tried to think of a strong emotion but couldn't come up with much, so they tried to think about their desire to protect each other while they held the rocks. At the end of it all, nothing happened. "Does the book say anything else, Dipper?"
"Yeah, just this weird stuff in Latin. 'Per istam virtutem lapidis virtus fortitudo mea amplificandum'"*
The twins looked around and at the stones which had done nothing, "Guess it was just a fairytale after all, huh?"
"Yeah, but you were right, it was kinda fun haha."
Pulling out her camera, Mabel took a snapshot of the two of them holding their gems with the moon behind them, "A good memory for the scrapbook, amirite?"
As Dipper rubbed his eyes from the flash, he snorted, "Since when do you scrapbook?"
She shrugged, "I was thinking of starting one, afterall, the summer with Grunkle Stan was pretty fun and things are starting to look up for us." She sighed, "You don't think it's a waste of time, do you?"
Taking the hat he'd chosen to wear that night and squishing it onto Mabel's head as she fought to keep it off, he laughed, letting the hat drop to the ground. "Nah, I think it's a pretty cool idea. Then we have something to look forward to when we have bad days."
She fixed her hair with a brace-filled grin, "Well in that case..." Taking a small handful of loose dirt, she threw it lightly in Dipper's face, causing him to sputter and shout, which gave her the perfect opportunity to take a photo "SNAP!"
"Mabel! Don't you dare put that in there!"

When the new school year started, there was surprisingly no bullying at all. Rudy and his friends steered clear of the twins, the other bullies hardly bothered them and the twins had even begun to speak up a little in class like their Great Uncle taught them. "Build rapport with people, even if you don't like them. It might seem like a waste of time, but it can open all sorts of doors for you."
They were fine for weeks, actually enjoying school, even going so far as talking to one or two other students from time to time, but for the most part keeping to themselves. Months went by without an incident, until Rudy and his friends confronted the twins in an alley in town.

"How can you act like nothing happened? Like you didn't kill my best friend? Like you didn't almost kill me!"
"I saw your faces, you weren't scared when you pushed Rudy."
"I bet you pushed them both on purpose!"
"You'll pay for what you did!"

The twins were cornered again, no miraculous way out this time, nowhere to turn to, so they put their fists up to fight, determination flaring. They had to protect each other. They were going to protect each other, and they weren't gonna let some asshole who'd tormented them for years keep harassing them. Their Grunkle taught them to fight properly, to dodge, to work together in close combat. They might've been outnumbered, but they had a better chance than ever before.

In almost eerie unison, the twins growled, "Stay away from us."

"Yeah? Or what?"
"Get em!"

Neither one of the twins had noticed their amulets begin to glow, didn't even remember they had them on them, hidden away in one pocket or another. With each blow taken, their resolve to protect each other grew stronger, and so did the light of the amulets until the twins themselves were glowing an eerie blue. They were losing, 4 against 2, taking blow after blow after blow. There were just too many punches to block or evade, but they managed to knock one kid down with a well timed punch from both of them straight to the sternum. He fell to the ground gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him.
Enraged, one of them drew a knife.

And everything went to hell.

He struck Dipper across the face with the knife, and Mabel immediately struck him in the face with her fist, an electrical charge building in the air as she swung, and the entire group stared in shock as the boy appeared to get electrocuted right before their eyes. The two left standing backed away out of instinct.

Dipper looked up to see his sister glowing, shocked but still on guard, this was no time to get distracted. Picking himself off the ground and wiping the line of blood off his cheek, he matched his sister's stance, ready to punch the next person who tried to attack them. The younger of the two charged forward quickly, swinging at Mabel for punching his brother and Dipper swung the next punch, not even making contact, but the boy flew backwards as if he had, his face already turning a sickly purple.

As the twins poised themselves to continue the fight, the three conscious boys had started to notice the blue glow of Dipper and Mabel, and more noticeably, their eyes. Filled with so much hate and determination. Rudy and his unharmed ally immediately ran away, leaving their two injured friends lying on the ground. The boy with the angry bruise on his face threw his hands up and surrendered, running to his brother to drag him to safety. And the twins just stood there in shock watching the scene before them, the group clearly terrified. When they were all out of sight, they looked at one another and gasped. Their hair was swirling and they were glowing bright blue, their eyes having faded with their anger.

When they returned home, they bandaged Dipper's cheek and checked out whatever new cuts and bruises they'd gotten and tried to figure out what that was. They threw out suggestions but they all sounded like straight up bullshit cartoon origin stories.
"I don't get it." Dipper cringed, the antiseptic stinging on his arm where he fell, his skin scraped off slightly. "Glowing blue? And did you see that punch you threw? I could practically feel electricity coming off of that."
"Well if it's not some strange sort of superpower, I don't know what it was because something obviously scared them off and I doubt it was just us," Pulling her leg up onto the edge of the tub, Mabel started to pick bits of stone and pavement out of her knee, "And what about the punch you threw? You hit that kid so hard his face turned purple. There's no way you could punch him that hard."
"Is that a jab at me being weak?" Dipper joked, fully aware that bruises don't form visibly for days and for one to turn that quickly was unheard of.
"Of course, you have less muscle than I do," She stuck her tongue out at him as he shook his head with a small smile, "Can you hand me the antiseptic? I think I got em all."
"Sure."
As Mabel reached for the antibiotic her brother was holding out to her, they heard a clunk and a quiet scratching sound as an Aquamarine fell from her skirt into the bathtub.
The idea hit the both of them at the same time as they started at the rock in the bathtub, "No way..."
"It worked?!"
"It couldn't be, that book was filled with nonsense!"
"It had to be, what else could it have been, Dipper?"
"But why didn't they work before?"
Grabbing her Aquamarine out of the tub, Mabel got up and tore out of the bathroom.
"Huh? Wha- Mabel!" Her brother yelled, grabbing the antiseptic from where she'd dropped it and running after her with the bandages, "Mabel it can wait until after you disinfect your knee!"

They spent the rest of the night googling Power Stones and searching the book for clues. They had no idea how these things worked, and worse yet, they were dangerous. What if they went off while they were just sitting there and they hurt somebody?
Hours of searching and they found nothing.

"3! 3! Everything on what they can do is in Journal 3! Where is journal 3?!" Dipper shouted in frustration, "Who writes a book like this?!"
"AUGH I don't knoooow, all the online sources talk about are weird spells which I'm sure don't actually do anything since the results are supposed to be like, 'a good thing will happen to you in the next month if you wish upon this rock while this constellation is the 4th...quadrant? Of the...lunar...cycle?'" She groaned, "I might've adlibbed a bit there."
"Okay. Oh-kay. Deep breaths here, Dipper. In..out..in..out..." He sighed and got off the bed, pulling an old corkboard out of the closet and turning it around so the chore chart was no longer visible. "We don't know what we don't know, but do we know what we don't know?"
"Say what now?"
Dipper ignored her question and grabbed a pen and a pad of sticky notes off the floor, Mabel staring at him confused all the while.
"I'm sorry bro-bro, what was that? You're doing that nerd speak thing again."
Turning around, he began to pace back and forth, writing words on the sticky notes all the while. "Well," he began. "If we can't figure out what we don't know, we can document what we don't know and why. Because if we know that we don't know things, then we know something."
"We just...don't know what it is...we know?" He nodded, starting to place the sticky notes on the corkboard, "Okay but how does this help us?"
He stopped for a moment, before continuing to place the sticky notes on the board, "I...don't know..."
"But now we know you don't know. Gotta add it to the board, brotato."

With a roll of his eyes he added, 'We don't know how this will help' to the corkboard.

Concentrating hard on the board, Dipper spent the next hour rearranging the sticky notes in the hopes that something would stand out. This is how they did it in detective shows, right? Its gotta be useful somehow. Mabel on the otherhand was trying out magic words to see if any of them made a command.
"Abra Cadabra!" Pause. "Hocus Pocus!" Pause. "Open Sesame!"
"Mabel, you're not opening anything."
"That you know of, we don't know what this baby is capable of!"
She gasped, causing Dipper to look over to her. "Did you figure something out?!"
"What if I could fire kittens from my fists with this thing! I'd be all like, POW POW MEOW."
Dipper sighed and went back to his board while Mabel concentrated on the ceiling fan, imagining a kitten fist smashing it to pieces and the kitten falling to safety with a little parachute, "Abraca-Sesame!"
Neither of them expected the fan blade to shatter with a sickening crack and the lights to flicker, they both jumped at the sudden noise as the lights settled with the uncomfortable sound of an electrical surge.
Without taking his eyes off the fan, Dipper mumbled, "Mabel...what...did you do?"
Also staring at the ceiling fan, Mabel muttered back, "Dunno...just...imagined..."
They both looked at each other and ran out of their room, "Imagined what?" Dipper asked, descending the stairs 2 at a time.
"I don't know, the ceiling blade getting hit by a kitten!" They shouted as they ran through the house, thankful that both their parents worked evenings.
"Again with the kitten fists?! You certainly didn't hit it with a kitten!" He replied, pushing the back door open.
"Well thats what I thought about! What do you want me to say? I imagined it shattering from the kitten fist!"
Skidding to a stop without warning, Mabel ran into her brother, almost knocking them both down before he jumped forward and made a beeline for the garage door, "Help me find some stuff we can practice on. I have an idea!"

The twins collected buckets and bottles and picked some apples from one of the trees in the backyard, lining them up as test dummies. They spent the remaining hours before their parents returned figuring out how to summon their powers, before returning to their room and practicing them more quietly. After a few days they had a vague sense of understanding how they worked. They were called in for the second meeting with the Principal about a fight and a boy who was struck by lightning, and again it was ruled an accident, as the twins were in worse shape than the boys who assaulted them minus one with inexplicable injuries.

Over the next few weeks, they began to practice daily, noticing that Mabel's stone seemed to give her more of an electrical ability, while Dipper's seemed to be straight up telekinesis.

The group of boys had been suspended for two weeks that time, but when they returned they noticed something had changed, though they weren't quite sure what.
The first thing they noticed though, was that the Twins were no longer afraid of them. They hadn't been for a while, but not like this, there was something strange about it. There was something, malicious, almost about how they looked at them, though nobody else seemed to see it.
The youngest and his brother, who were hurt the most during their last encounter refused to have anything to do with them, keeping their heads low and the twins didn't bother them. They wanted nothing to do with the group as usual, but if Rudy was gonna pick another fight, they'd make sure it was the last one he picked.

*May the power of my strength amplify the power of this stone
Get it? His names Rudy cause he's Rude lmao
Also if it wasn't clear, the twins have journal 2 in their possession.

Anyway, that's part one! This is likely gonna be a three part series! Hope you guys enjoyed!