(Has anyone noticed that my titles are kind of self-explanatory?... I hope it's just me, and I'm a tad wrong in the head, but if there is such a problem, please tell me. I shall try my best to fix this problem)

The room, black and cold, the frozen skin on my back pressed up against the stone wall as I held my sister in my arms. The damp air filled my lungs every time I breathed in, and made the walls drip.

She slept soundly in my arms as the uneasy tension loomed over all of us, all the unfortunate souls waiting for all our lives to be sold of to the highest bidder.

The cell door creeks open as some guards with sharp steal swords in hand. "Get off your worthless asses!" One yelled, yanking an elderly woman up by her frail, brittle arm.

I lightly shook Mabel," wake up, it's time," I tell her softly. He groans softly, lifting her sore body off mine slowly.

"Up brats!" Another yells, pulling both, me and Mabel up by our arms. We both stumble to our feet, fear took over my senses– I wasn't ready, I'll never be ready for what's a about to happen.

"Dipper, what's going on?" Mabel asked sleepily as she rubs her eyes.

I looked down to the floor sadly as chains were put around our wrists. " It's time," I muttered. Hate and Fear filled my heart, and flooded my mind– how our parents sold us just a months ago, how me and Mabel might be separated— I hated it, I hated them— I won't let them take her away from me.

"Up slaves!" They yelled, pulling us along. The light of the stage came into view, I could everyone tense up at the unsettling thoughts that plagued all our minds.

The smooth wood felt so good up against my skin, even if it just my feet, but it wasn't enough to set my mind at ease as I saw men, women, children being pulled up on to the stage one at a time; however, the screams and cries were even more unsettling. Watching as their pulled away from loved ones, friends, and children— all being torn away.

Tears filled Mabel's eyes," Dipper, I'm scared," she whimpers out, her hand squeezing my own.

"I know," I said, holding her hand tighter as my breathing became uneasy.

"Next up, are two of a kind– twins in fact. One an adorable girl, and a dapper young man. Their young, so don't work these beauty too had, ahahaha," a man laughed.

"You two! Up! Now!" A guard demanded, pulling us onto the stage. The blinding light filled my eyes, I squinted as my eyes try to adjust to it.

Both Mabel and I were shoved to our knees. Forced to look down to their rich heels. "Let's start the bidding at $100," he said. A woman stood, her hand raised in the air probably. " Yes ma'am?"

"Ah, yes," she hissed softly," what if we only desire one?" She asked, her face hidden with a white, and jewelled masked— just like everyone one else.

"Well ma'am, we're offering two beauties for the price of one, why would you buy just one," he said nervously. "Just look at them," he said, pulling out heads up by our hair. The audience 'ooed' and 'awed' at our faces, then the bidding started.

"500!"

"No! 1000!"

"2000!"

"3500!"

"5000!"

"10, 000!"

"25, 000!" The numbers kept going up more, and more every time. I hated it– it was so painful to hear, we're not an object.

"And sold!" He yelled," sold to miss Northwest!" He yelled, pointing to a girl, both mine and Mabel's age, wearing a purple mask,"

"No, no– just the girl," she laughed as Mabel was about to be handed away to her.

My eyes widened," no!" I screamed, ramming into her, causing her to trip on her own dress, falling off the stage.

"You brat!" A guard yelled, pulling me back, by my hair.

I swung my fist to his face, blooding my hands with the blood from his nose. "No! I won't let you take her," I growled.

"Dipper," Mabel cried, clinging to my rags for pants. "Dipper, I'm scared," she muttered. I turned to face her, sadness filled her eyes. A sharp pain pierced my neck ,I fell to knees, my vision blurred. "Dipper!" She screamed! Her hands shook my almost numb body. My eyes begun to close, I felt sleepy.

"I'll take him," a voice filled my head, I looked up drowsily, all I saw was a gold cat eye.

"Dipper, No!"
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My body felt hot, boiling in fact– this was the first warmth, this comfort, it wasn't Mabel's, it was something else, but it's so familiar.

"Bloody hell, what was that?" I groan, moving upwards. Sitting up,  I felt a sharp pain in my neck," ow— what the!? Oh for gods sake!" I rubbed the back of my neck,"I was drug— Mabel!" I yell, jumping from the comfort of the bed.

Then I stopped, I was naked. My face reddened, covering... my exposed part, I crawl back into the sheets. "Well, I was stripped of my dignity," I sigh, looking for something to cover up.

"Looks like your up," I female voice spoke softly, she had long red hair, pulled back into ponytail. She leaned on the door frame all carefree. Her long maid dress suede as she walked towards me.

"My names Wendy," she said, leaning forward with a stretched hand.

I looked up at her, then her hand," I'm Mason, but everyone calls me Dipper," I say, hesitantly shaking your hand.

"Why they call you that?" She joked.

My face went red,"well–well, it's, um," I lifted my hair up, my face red up to my ears.

"Oh! The Big Dipper! That's adorable," she joked," I thought it was something stupid," she laughed. "So all jokes aside, here," she said, handing me some clothes.

"Um, what's this for?" I ask, my checks back to normal.

"You start your soon, these are your clothes, the master has a special job for you," she said, placing the clothes on my bed.

As she was leaving the room," wait!" I called to her, she turns with a confused look on her face. Taking a deep breath," where's my sister? Did I arrive here with a girl what looks like me?" I ask, my voice quivered.

"No, sorry. The mater carried you in, and only you. It's strange, he usually keeps a distance from people, and reframes from touching people," she shrugged her shoulders while leaving the room.

"Ok..." I muttered, tears filled my eyes, and followed down my face," damn it," I sobbed, falling back into the pillows," this is all my fault," I whispered. The tears wouldn't stop.

"Hey dude, okay?" I voice asked. He looked like a giant man baby. "I like, heard crying, so— so I came to investigate," he said.

I sniffled, rubbing my eyes, I look up while faking a smile," yeah, sorry, I'm fine," I lie as I slip on the dress shirt.

"Ok dude, just ask if you need help," he said, walking off too who knows where.

The clothes fit nicely, the silk felt great against my skin– it made my fell like a human being again. It wasn't much, a dress shirt and pants. And just plan black shoes.

"Hey you dressed?" Wendy asked, leaning up against the doorway. "Wow dude, you look good," she complemented. "Now let's go, the Master wants to talk to you, you ready?" she said.

"Lead the way," I sigh.

Walking down a long hallway, I looked at the decor, the halls were painted red with the same painting of a yellow triangle with eye in the middle, and the heads of Tigers, bears, lions, antelopes, rabbits— It felt like I was being watched, judged, tested.

We soon came to a laugh double door, it told over us like a Giant. "Well... this is it..." she trailed off, "try not to get killed," she tried to joke. "He has a whole thing about killing thing that annoy him and stuff," she put a hand on my shoulder," well, good luck," she said with a soft smile, and a wink.

Opening the door, I stumbled into a large room of blood red, and a large fire in the fireplace. A teenager sat in a large thrown in front of a long dinning table.

"I see your up," he chuckled. "Come here kid, I don't bite— much~," he licked his lips.

I slowly stepped towards him," that's a good boy." He smiled. "Now," he said, pushing himself from his seat, he proceeded to step towards me. His hand slipped around my waist, pulling me closer," my names Bill, Bill Cipher," he smirked.