A/N. My friends on Tumblr and Instagram wanted me to write this. The main plot of this story came from a book I've read, called Legend. She got the idea from the movie Les Miserables, and that is where the plot of this story originates from. This is my first chaptered story, so please be nice.
Enjoy.
-Wheatley-
I sat by the ledge of the window, feet dangling over the edge. Dipper came over to me and smiled. I grunted. "Something wrong?" He questioned. I shrugged at his question. "Nothing," I murmur, watching the people scamper about the streets. "No, come on. I know something's bothering you." He nudges me with his elbow. I sigh. If only I wasn't so damn weak when it came to my friends. I give up hiding the reason. "The Trials are today," I whisper. Dipper sighed. "I knew you were going to bring this up. So, I got something. To cheer you up." He picked something from out of his backpack. His hand came out carrying a pair of binoculars, and a few cans of food. He smiles and offered them to me. I hesitate, but Dipper's my friend. He wouldn't poison me. Hopefully. I grab the knife out of my sheath and jab the top, making an incision. I sip the soup out. "I miss my mom," I say. "But, I can't go back." I look down to my house. Police were patrolling around the area, and they were the best men on the force. I grab the binoculars and look through the windows. "It looks like they're preparing," I say. "For what?" He grabs the binoculars and peers through them. I growl and snatch them back. "Keep your hands off, love." I set them down. "They're preparing for The Plague Control. It's the weekly inspection." He nods. "Whatever happens, I hope they don't get an X." I smile slightly. "Thanks," I pat his back and slung my back over my shoulder, jumping off the ledge. He follows. "But we've got some trouble to make."