Dipper and Mabel ran to the attic as they had their Summerween treats in their bag. It was not everyday that an autumn festival was held in the summer. And with oddity added to the mystical facade of Gravity Falls, why not partake. That was at least what Dipper thought after pouring his bags of candy. He neatly placed them on the table beside his bed for organization. Unlike the carelessness of his twin sister, Mabel, she poured it all over her bed and dived head first.

"We hit the chocolate jackpot," screamed Mabel while she bathed herself in treats.

Dipper humored with his sister while gathering chocolate from non-chocolate candy. "We did, sis," he said amusingly. "We have enough to last a few summers and then some."

She laughed. "Yeah, we do. Enough for us, our parents." She stopped before grabbing her potbelly pig, Waddles to snuggle. "And our widdle friend, Mr. Waddles." The portly creature squealed happily before disappearing behind the bed.

Earlier that evening, Dipper and Mabel decided to go trick-or-treating with a few of her friends. Initially, Dipper was against it in lieu of what his crush, Wendy Corduroy said about it. Although he was mature for his age, he feared that he would always be a "baby" under her lovely eyes.

Despite his ill-feelings regarding himself and Summerween, he would go with his sister anyway. For his sister meant the world to him than to anyone else; and that included Wendy. Matter of factly, Dipper had a great time with his sister. He even put some perspective on the matter. Sometimes, swallowing your pride is the best medicine. It may hurt. It may help. It may not. That became the philosophy of his night.

As he returned home, he decided to let Mabel make a further track ahead with her friends. He heard some noise stirring off of the wooden path. Curiosity taking the best of him, he went off course in search of the origin of the stirring. Upon his arrival, his stomach churned on what he had the misfortune to witness. He saw his crush locking lips with his rival, Robbie. He stood in disbelief as the young teenagers were in a tight embrace. Watching another man placing his palm around the softness of her flesh and caressing the red fibers of her hair were too much to bare for the distraught Dipper.

As he was taken aback, he snapped on a twig. Wendy's eyes quickly darted in his direction. He fell backwards behind a rotten log. Trying his hardest not to be noticed, he quickly ran. He returned to the path. He was grateful to remember his location without being lost. He came back to the Mystery Shack with a sore leg, a bruised ego, and a broken heart.

On the way, he also his vest. It was snagged when going through the darkened woods.

Mabel grab a handful of candy before noticing Dipper was not displaying the same enthusiasm as she.

"Is anything wrong, Dip-Dip," asked his concerned sister. Dipper didn't turn around. He sighed before returning back to the matter at hand, organizing his candy.

Mabel flushed, worried about her younger brother. She stepped from her side of the bed and tightly wrapped her arms around him. Mabel knew something was wrong. She could tell by the way he was breathing.

"You are not okay, Dip-Dip," she explained, still not letting go of him. "Talk to me, little bro."

"What's left to say," explained Dipper. He was trying his hardest to hold back the tears. He tightened his lip before wiping his face with his sleeve. He proceed to take another piece of candy before Mabel grabbed his hand.

"Talk to me, bro," she said again. Only this time, it was with pure sternness. "Ignoring me isn't going to help your situation. Tell your dear old Hambone on what's going on."

Not wanting to fight with his sister, he turned around and faced her. By that time, his face was becoming puffy. Cheeks were swelling from the stress. He couldn't look at his sister in the eye. He continued looking down. Mabel's hands never left his.

"Earlier this evening, we were having a great time," she said. "Having fun adventures. Having a blast!" She looked up at him. "Something happened before we came home. Didn't it?"

He was still looking away. "No, Mabel. Nothing happened. Nothing at all."

She wiped the tear away with her hand. "You're lying, bro-bro. You are not looking at me in the eye. Your face is swollen and puffy. Something did happen." She observed him again. "Your vest is also missing."

Dipper acted coy with the obvious disappearance of his vest.

She grabbed his face. "Dipper, spill the beans." Dipper shook his head in disagreement. She grabbed his chin before squeezing his cheeks. "Spill it!"

He shook his head.

"Spill it," she said in a slight teasing tone.

He shook his head.

"Say it or I...will," said Mabel before expanding her hands. "Tickle you!"

When he didn't budge, she went and tickle him. She tickled his torso and his sides. He quickly jolted from the chair and onto the floor. He was kicking, trying his hardest to resist.

"You know you can't escape from the tickle monster, Dip-Dip," she said teasingly.

"Ok,ok," cried Dipper defensively. "Uncle, uncle."

Mabel laughed, still tickling him. "It's more of auntie, auntie."

"Ok, auntie, then. Auntie!" Dipper was turning red, but his cheeks were becoming relaxed. Mabel saw this as a good sign before stopping.

"Are you going to talk, or does Hambone need to do another round," she asked.

"No, no. I give! I give!" Dipper delightfully accepted defeat. He sat up and sat against Mabel's bed. Through it all, he thought, Mabel knew how to cheer up a friend in need. She is always a good sister, he thought to himself.

She kneeled forward, squatting next to Dipper. "Can you talk now?"

"Yeah," he said while wincing. "I can." He took a breath. Although it was still difficult to explain to Mabel on what he had unfortunately witnessed, but he was going to manage.

"Earlier this evening, I darted off the path," said Dipper admittedly. "I heard a voice coming from the woods."

"A voice," questioned Mabel. "This is Gravity Falls. Why am I not surprised?"

"It wasn't that kind of voice," he explained. "They were human."

"Human," she retorted.

"In so many words," he complied.

Mabel put her finger to her lip. It didn't take a genius to realize why there was people in the woods. Summerween was a festival and a festival was prone to bring teenagers.

"Let me see," she said. "Where these humans making out."

Dipper frowned upon her question.

Mabel stopped. "Oh," she said. "They were. Ok."

She sat down next to Dipper. She wrapped her arm around her saddened brother again for comfort. She took a breath. "Were these humans people we see on a day-to-day basis."

He shook his head in agreement.

"Are these people close to us," she asked.

"In a way," said Dipper, keeping his head down to the floor.

"Are these people we have seen recently tonight," she asked while pressing her fingertips in his hair.

He didn't respond.

She sighed loudly. "Robbie and Wendy." She took another sigh. "I should've known."

He sat back and looked at the ceiling. "I don't know why I get surprised." He chuckled. "I mean, they are 15 and I am such a kid." He winced. "I mean, what is the damned point, I am just a child under eyes anyway."

Mabel stared at her brother. She couldn't believe the words he was thinking of himself. "Dipper, you are more than just a child. You are smart and gifted and talented and cool. You are Dip-Dip, the coolest boy to be around."

He scoffed before standing up. "It doesn't count, sis. You are my sister. Everybody is going to say good things about their siblings. It is more of an automatic than anything."

She stood up behind. "That is not true. You are not a kid to me. I am more of a child than you." She added. "And I am five minutes older than you."

He gripped his hand tightly around his seat. Tears were blinding his visions. Words were becoming tighter to say. Retching was on his mind.

"When I saw those two together," he said. "They looked perfect for each other." He eyed around his desk before centering to a picture of her. He took the picture and put it in his hand. "Seeing my fair maiden. With her hair like rivers of strawberry flowing under the milky sea. And her eyes, deep like the sea. And her skin, like the creamiest milk of the world. Seeing her nestled away by some wannabe punk boy." He gasped before dropping the picture on the desk. "Who in the hell does he think he is?"

"Dipper," said Mabel.

"He looked at me, Mabel," said Dipper. He turned around and displayed the self-deprecating smirk. "He looked at me. And you know what, he let out a whisper that I knew I could hear."

Mabel stroked her cheek, watching her brother in disbelief.

"He said that 'No little boy is qualified to handle such a token like Wendy.'' said Dipper. "That is what that fucker thinks of my Wendy? Just a fucking token."

He slammed both of his hands on the desk loudly. He slammed them repeatedly. Over and over. By that time, Mabel was shaking. Waddles was hiding under the bed. Each time he hit the table, tears were cascading from his flushed face.

"A token, Mabel," he said in between sobs. "A token."

Afterward, he return to his seat and sat there. As much he wanted to cry any more, he couldn't. Mabel turned around and sat on her. She thought he might a few moments before she could speak to Dipper.

"Sorry, Mabes," he sniffed. "Sorry that you had to see your little Dip-Dip in this position."

"No, no," she said. "You are fine. There is nothing to be sorry about."

"Yeah," he said simply.

Mabel took a piece of candy. It a piece of a licorice. She went to the other side and kneeled next to Dipper.

"Care to share with me," asked Mabel.

"Sure," he smiled.

Mabel tore off a piece with her mouth and gave the other half to Dipper. Both of them took a bite.

"Look, it is getting late, sis," said Dipper. "I think I am going to call it a night."

"Aww, really," pouted Mabel. "It is only ten in the evening. The night is still young."

"Yeah, true," replied Dipper. "But this is a night I want to forget. Forever severed in my memories."

He looked at the candy on his desk. He shrugged it off, deciding to take care of it in the morning. It wasn't too long when Dipper was in his pajamas. He removed the covers of bed before getting inside of it. Mabel was still in her clothes. She was still eating on candy while sharing it with Waddles.

"You can keep your side of the light on," explained Dipper. "I am just going to go on let this night evade from my memory."

"Sure," replied Mabel.

"Sweet dreams, Mabes," said Dipper. "See you in the AM."

"Night, Dipstick," she said gently.

There was a pregnant silence for a few moments. Dipper was adjusting himself in his sleeping position. Before he turned over, Mabel asked him a question.

"Dipper."

"Yeah."

"You are more than just a kid to me."

"Thanks, sis. I'd appreciate that."

"Seriously. You are more than just a kid to me."

"And I greatly appreciate that, sis."

"Wanted to let you know."

"Good night, Mabes."

"Good night, Dip."

Dipper grabbed his covers and turned over away from Mabel. He closed his eyes, praying that he no longer have to remember what he saw with Wendy and Robbie. He had pictured what he would have done if he were in Robbie's position.

'Dip,' asked Wendy.

'Yes, Wendy,' replied Dipper.

'Take me away,' said Wendy.

Wendy would have pursed her lips, waiting for Dipper's cue. With his inexperience on woman, but enough practice through magazine pictures and pillows, he came and kissed her. It was a slight peck, but enough to taste her cherry lip gloss.

She would have chuckled. Of course, it would have made Dipper blushed.

'Sorry for being such a kid,' said Dipper.

'Don't beat yourself up, champ,' she said. 'I have never said you were horrible.'

'Really,' asked Dipper surprisingly.

'Amateurs have to start from somewhere,' she said. 'And I think you can use a few practice.'

'Certainly, my Wendy,' said Dipper.

Wendy would have taken Dipper by the hand. He would have gone further into the woods. She would have told him to take a seat.

She gave him a peck on the cheek. He was blushing in excitement. However, she doesn't stop. Dipper would have began panting heavily from the newfound sensations Wendy was giving him.

'Wendy, but…,' said Dipper before getting interrupted.

'You wanted an older woman,' she said. 'Now I am showing you a taste of this nectar.'

She would have pushed him down to the ground. The humidity contrasted the cold earth, but heat was looming from her body. Her eyes were hungry for more of Dipper. Dipper stared as she began taking her hand into his shirt. Her soft palms gently waving on his chest created excitement. Excitement, especially, for his middle man downstairs.

He would have blushed and it wouldn't gone without noticed from Wendy.

'Is that a clue in your pocket, or you are just happy to see me,' she said.

Dipper would have been silent. Just willing to explore the new things that Wendy had in store for him. She was coming closer and closer and closer. As she was approaching his pants, Dipper choked.

The vision was fading away and Wendy was out of sight. He felt a strong sensation around his penis. It was feeling snug, but at the same time, a foreign sensation. When Dipper came to, it was darkness surrounding his bedroom.

He sat up against the bed. He turned to see that Mabel was sleeping peacefully in her bed. Waddles was nestled on her lap.

What kind of dream was that, he thought to himself.

Remembering the foreign sensation around his pants, he got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. He turned on the light. He looked in the mirror. His face contorted when seeing a darkened smudge in his pajamas.

With his hand, he touched the now cool and sticky texture. From his research and had previous taken sexual education classes, he already knew that it was semen.

Feeling defeated from having his first wet dream, he took off his pajamas and his boxers. Not wanting to explain to Mabel about last night, he threw the boxers in the hamper. He replaced his boxers with a fresh pair. However, he had to put on the same pajamas without raising suspicion.

Afterward, he tiptoed back to his bedroom where he saw that Mabel was still sleeping. The clock on the table showed it to be nearly 5 in the morning.

Got to get some what's left of my sleep. Have to work in the morning, he thought to himself.

He got back into bed. He tried his hardest not to sleep on spots where he had "released." But, he was actually kind of happy to have that kind of dream about Wendy. It kind of gave him hope that someday he could actually had an encounter with Wendy.

He turned over and decided to go back to sleep.

I refuse to give up Wendy. So, Robbie, get used to this damned face. 'Cause I am not going anywhere.