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Dipper Pines a young man who was a member of a caravan was traveling through a small village with his sister. "Come on DipDop!" The girl shouted for her brother as she ran barefoot through the cobblestone paved streets of the kingdom. Trailing behind her was a young man, much smaller than his sister. He was gasping and wheezing for breath, almost as if he had never run a day in his life. "Mabel!" The boy panted heavily as he tried to keep up with his sister. "Mabel please wait!" He turned a corner in an attempt to catch up to his sister, only to hear a loud crash as he and another person landed in opposite directions.
The brunette looked up with a hint of defiance, he didn’t do anything wrong so what was the point of apologizing. There on the ground was a young man, slightly taller and fatter than Dipper. Making his small form seem much smaller in comparison. The man groaned as two or three assistants ran over to help him stand up. ‘This guy is so pompous he can’t even be bothered to stand up on his own?’ Dipper thought to himself as he watched the three struggle to get the guy up.
As they stood the man onto his feet young Dipper Pines decided to take in the details of this man. Just as he thought he was tall and very fat, having multiple chins around his neck. His face, red and contorted, his breathing came out in short yet heavy gasps. It was as if the simple act of standing was much more labor than he was used to. But what stood out the most was probably his hair. Thick and luxurious, it all stayed on top of his head in a perfect mound, barely moving from its place even with the wind howling through the alley.
Dipper was now getting bored, and he had to find Mabel. The boy attempted to leave, only to be stopped by a set of spears in each direction he went in. “What’s going on?” He asked, having no idea on who he just knocked off their horse. A man walked in front of him, clearing his throat and pulling out a scroll of paper. “You have just committed a crime of treason. By knocking the prince off of his horse you have shown that you are an enemy of the king and all of his assets.”
Dipper looked around in confusion. Treason? Just for bumping into a guy and just for knocking him off of his horse? How was that his fault? Was it really his fault that the man was so unbalanced that being bumped into by a teenager half his size was enough to knock him off his high horse? Dipper cleared his throat, completely ready to defend himself when he heard a voice. “Dipper!! Dipper!!!”
He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the almost angelic voice of his older twin. She was great at negotiating these things. Even if she couldn’t get him off scot free, it was possible she could get him off with a much lighter punishment than they appeared to be planning.
The prince also looked into her direction, intrigued and amazed by the enchantress he saw. A pair of bright eyes, ivory skin, plump pink lips whose color could only be compared with the most beautiful rose in his garden. Oh and of course her hair, thick, silky smooth, and reaching to the back of her calves. An assistant wiped the drool from his chins as he watched the girl run towards the group.
Thinking of this as a meeting of fate the prince held out his arms, waiting for the beautiful girl to jump into them like in some sort of fairy tale. Only to stand in shock as she ran past him and hugged the boy who had knocked him over. “Dipper bro are you alright?” The prince looked over at them, his face red and contorted with rage. How dare she? How dare she ignore him and dote to the treasonous little brat who had knocked him down a peg. How dare she not realize that he was better.
The prince was about to make the call for their punishment when he had an idea. He smirked at the thought of it, he knew how he could punish the boy and get what he wanted. “I’ve decided on the perfect punishment for you.” Nothing could go wrong with this plan or at least nothing he could determine. “As punishment one of you two will marry me for a minimum of 2 years.”
The twins looked towards the prince in shock. Marriage? Who would want to get married to a brat such as this? They looked towards each other, swallowing a bit before looking back towards the man. “It’s actually a great punishment. For two years you two will be separated from each other. One of you will be my bride and will have to perform certain… wifely duties….” He began to pant heavily, his tongue darting out from time to time to slurp away at his chubby lips. “While the other has to live for two years with the knowledge that they might not see the other ever again. After all…. I can be quite… persuasive.”
Dipper and Mabel looked back towards each other, their eyes filled with fear. Both of them were going to be punished for a small mistake Dipper made. One of the guards stomped their spear onto the ground twice, then all of them began to help the prince back up onto his horse. Once he was up he smiled and winked towards Mabel. “I expect you both at the castle tomorrow, and I’m certain you’ll make the best decision on who should stay.” With a loud yell, he and the rest of the guards made their way off, leaving a very confused Mabel, along with a terrified Dipper in the dark alleyway.
That night, as their parents fell into a deep slumber the twins were sitting right outside of the covered wagons of their caravan. Completely unsure of what they should do next. “Mabel I saw the way that creep looked at you…. I know he’s expecting you tomorrow.” The girl made a gagging sound in response before shaking her head. “But…. as embarrassing and horrible it will be for me… I know that it’s me who should be going.”
“Wait for a second Dip Dop, if he’s expecting me to stay, won’t he be mad? What’s stopping him from just hanging you? They considered your bumping into him an act of treason!”
Dipper simply shook his head in response to his sisters' worry. His head tilting back as he gazed at the stars. Mabel knew why he was doing this, it was obvious from the shininess over his eyes that he was trying to avoid the tears from streaming down his cheeks. “Mabel… that’s exactly why I should stay…. I’m the one who fucked up by not paying attention to where I was going…. Besides, we’re both 17 now, and we’ll be 18 at the end of the summer.”
“But Dipper… that’s just it… we’re going to be 18 at the end of the summer… that will be the last birthday we can celebrate together.”
“Mabel…. If I don’t go… then I’ll put our entire caravan in danger. I’ve made up my mind…. I’m staying at the palace as that little creeps… ugh… wife..”
The next morning Dipper and Mabel met each other at the crack of dawn. From the redness in his sister's eyes and the bags beneath his, it was obvious that neither twin had gotten much sleep. Mabel looked towards the bundle that was slung over her younger brother's shoulder and immediately wanted to cry again.
“So Dipper… are you ready to go?”
Dipper was silent, only nodding as he began to trudge his way into the city and towards the palace. Even if he didn’t feel like speaking he wanted to take his time. After all, this would be the very last he would ever see his sister.
The twins continued to walk, Mabel making comments on how it was a nice day out today. Dipper only nodded in response, breathing heavily through his nose as he tried to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks. This would be the last time he would hear his sister’s voice. They continued to walk, Mabel did everything she could to cheer up her little brother. She bought a flower which she quickly put into the boy’s pocket. She also stopped at a small bakery and bought Dipper his favorite pastry. She even tried to buy him one of the thickest books at the bookstore.
Although each gift was accepted with a nod of gratitude Dipper Pines still didn’t say a word. He was certain that the moment he would try to speak he would immediately break down, and cause his sister to take him back home. Thus the twins continued to walk in silence. Purposely taking side streets, stopping to look in every store window that they could find. Stopping to pet every animal that would let them. They simply wanted to milk every last moment they had together.
Unfortunately, it was not to last. Eventually, as the sun reached its highest point, the twins appeared at the stairway to the castle. They glanced towards each other as if they wanted to say something. Then looked back towards the flight of steps in front of them.
Dipper and Mabel began their ascent. Both of them slowly pulling their way up the stairs. The guards began to move aside. However, Dipper and Mabel did not notice, as they would only look at each other or the ground beneath them. One step at a time, it seemed as if the stairs were much larger than they appeared. The two looked straight ahead when their gaze met the ironclad boots of the guards.
One of the guards cleared their throats as they looked to the twins. “Only one of you may enter.” Dipper quickly looked back to his sister, before hugging her as tightly as he could. They stood still for a few minutes, holding each other tighter and tighter. Eventually, they pulled away from each other. The boy couldn’t help but to notice Mabel’s face, wet with tears, bangs a mess, and a bit of mucus dripping from her nose.
The girl pulled out a small handkerchief, blowing her nose into it and stuffing it back into her blouse pocket. “Dipper… please be careful…” She then glared to the guard and stuck her finger in his chest. “If I find out that anything bad has happened to my little brother I will not hesitate to call a war upon this country, and I will overthrow your kingdom.” It was an empty threat, there was nothing she could do once Dipper entered those doors. The boy stood in the doorway, watching his sister descend down the stairs, and into the city. Where she disappeared, blending into a large group of people.
Once she was gone, one of the guards quickly took Dipper’s hand and lead him into the castle. “The prince won’t be happy with this… he was really looking forward to the girl coming in.”
“Why should she take the full brunt of the punishment? I’m the one who screwed up.”
“Prince Gideon would have treated your sister very well, I’ve never seen the boy so infatuated with anyone.”
Dipper could only shake his head as he carried the bag over his shoulder. He followed the guard through multiple hallways and corridors. Through rooms, and courtyards. It was strange how many twists and turns it took just to get to where they were going. However, the two eventually reached a large marble door. “Good luck in there… you’re going to need it.” The guard quickly walked away, leaving Dipper alone with the door, and whatever was beyond it.
The brunette stood in front of the marble doors. Trembling horribly as he took a few deep breaths of sweet, sweet oxygen, then gave two quiet knocks. “Come in~” The overly joy filled voice of the prince rang in his ears, it was obvious that he wasn’t expecting the boy. With a sigh he entered the room, only to be greeted by the large, chubby man sprawled in nothing but his thin, silk undergarments.
Gideon, however, was just about as happy to see Dipper, as Dipper was to see him in the nude. “What are you doing here!” His shrill voice filled the room as he quickly jumped up, his excess fat rippling and swaying about as he jumped up and ran over to Dipper. “I do not enjoy jokes, especially from traitors!”
Dipper glared at the prince, growling as he tried to make himself seem bigger. “She should not be punished for my mistake. I am here swallowing my pride and taking the punishment in order to protect her. So you better get used to having me a-” A loud crack filled the room as Dipper fell back onto the floor, a stinging sensation filling his cheeks as he looked up to the prince. Gideon’s face was dark red with fury, his hand clenched tightly into a fist as he struck Dipper once again. The red spot on his cheek turning a dark purple color. “How dare you defy me! I wanted your sister!” He stopped and smiled at how Dipper cowered beneath him, an idea forming in his mind. “And that is exactly who you’ll become.”
3 days passed since Dipper had entered the castle, the brunette stood in the middle of the prince’s room, wearing nothing more than a set of soft robes. Gideon walked into the room and glared at Dipper. “Why is your outfit incomplete?” The man walked over to Dipper and grabbed him by the front of his clothing. “Put the wig on or I’ll force it down your throat again.” The prince snarled as he shoved Dipper into the frame of his bed. The force of impact causing the boy’s face to be cut open. “I will be back in 10 minutes! You had better put that wig on and be prepared to offer yourself to me by the time I get back!”
Dipper watched the prince leave before falling to the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks and burning the wound on his face. He hated this, he couldn’t spend another moment in this place. He decided that he would leave, and without another thought, he threw the wig onto his head, gathered his things, and climbed out of the window.