Mabel's P.O.V

It had been unusually tense when I went to say good morning to my grunkles. I didn't know why, then after breakfast they called me to their study.  They were standing over a blueprint talking quietly; Ford pointed at different places, marking it with a pencil.

I cleared my throat and the talking stopped abruptly. They turned to me, and the air became even more tense than this morning. 

"Hey, Mabel come over here"My grunkle Stan gestured to the space between him and Ford.  I looked down at the blue prints, my eyes widened. It was the prints for a gun.

Ford's P.O.V

I noticed the look on my niece's face she turned to us slightly pale. I'd never seen her so...scared.

"Why do you have this?" She asked, her large brown eyes focused on me. I cleared my throat before I explained.

I'd been working the night guard shift, when I saw something in the pit. So I went down and I found this. I pulled out the unicorn hair necklace from my pocket.

Mabel went from pale to sheet white, as she stared at the necklace. If you looked hard enough, you could see her starting to sweat a little. Stan started this time.

"Bill has Dipper under some sort of control, which is why he lied to us. So we made a gun it could kill any demon. So once Bill is dead the world will go back to normal and Dipper will be free? Isn't that great?" He smiled, the same smile he used to use on gullible tourists, when he owned the Mystery shack. It was large and welcoming, and it hid the false tone in his voice. Mabel nodded her head, vigorously.

"That's great.. ..I got to go now. I have a...chores to do....okay Bye!" She practically ran out the door, leaving something behind. I picked it up, it was Dippers old hat. The fact she kept it just showed, how much she missed him.

I sighed tucking the hat into my own pocket. I hated using her like this, but the gun only had enough power for one shot. It had to be a sure hit or else we'd all be doomed. If we followed Mabel to Dipper, we'd follow him to Bill. And as soon as Bill was off his guard we'd fire.

Stans P.O.V

We waited for Mabel to get far enough. Then me and Ford quietly tailed her. Ford's gun swung under my coat gently tapping against my hip.

We headed down the different passages, keeping our great niece in sight.  We hid when she turned around, but the closure we got to the cells, the more she looked.

Ford had blamed me for the failure of our last attempt. He said I rushed him and ran off with a half baked plan, and dragged him into it. This time it would not fail.

As we reached the prison Ford stopped me and put a finger to his lips. He pointed at the guard who was frozen in place.

I waited for Ford's signal. I mentally prepared myself for any horrors I might see. I heard murmers from inside the cells. Ford dragged me behind cover, as we heard footsteps approaching.

Ford gave the signal, so I pulled the gun from the holster and stepped out of the cover. Ford just behind me. All the mental preparation world would not have made what I saw better.

Mabel stood in front of Dipper and Bill protectivley. But all I could do was, stare at Dipper and Bill in pure shock.

They were holding hands.