*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Mr. Pines? Soos?"
Wendy slowly opened the family entrance of the Mystery Shack, carefully peeking her head through. Luckily for her, Stan wasn't found at his usual resting place in his recliner stationed in front of the television.
"Huh? They must be out and about in town…" she pondered to herself. "Perfect…"
She ran fleet-footed up the staircase leading to the second floor. The worn floorboards creaked nosily under her boots as Wendy made her way to her destination. She stopped at the door labeled with a hand-made sign: "Dipper and Mabel." Wendy figured that the craft was probably Mabel's doing.
Wendy carefully turned the doorknob, trying to avoid making the old house groan at her every moment. She looked over the twins' bedroom. As odd as it sounded, considering the amount of time she spend with the pre-teens, this was her first time seeing their room.
The small attic space was split into two. On the left side of the area, collections of older Mystery Shack articles and attractions took up place, completely covered in cobwebs. On her right, Wendy seen two thinly laid beds positioned against different walls. Simply by looking at the items surrounding them, Wendy was certainly able to recognize which side belonged to which twin.
Against the right wall, light purple coverings enclosed both mattress and pillows. Posters of all the latest boy bands hung proudly on the wall besides it. Piles of teen love novels and "rom-coms" seemed to stem from beneath the bed.
Wendy simply shook her head and sighed, "Mabel…" With that, she turned around and looked at her target. Besides her stood an orange-enclosed bed messily made up. Several booksand crinkly notes were sprawled across. Maps were hung on the wall, marked constantly with circles, Xs, and illegible notes scribbled throughout. Wendy simply smiled and uttered silently to herself, "And here's Dipper's…"
She sat on the bed and pulled out the President's Key that she had snatched from Dipper to prevent his escape. Wendy placed the artifact gently on Dipper's nightstand. After all, she had no intention of stealing from her friend. Noticing the light shining out of the cracked window, Wendy rose to her feet and looked outside, where she stared into the skyline, where the Gravity Falls forest seemed to span out to an eternity. A sense of guilt began to creep into the back of Wendy's mind as she thought about her two friends…
"NO!" she cried as she forced herself away from the sight giving her doubts. It wasn't like she was trying to hurt them. Heck, she wasn't even going to lower herself to a new level and torture the Pines twins the same way they did to her. At the end of the day, all they were basically doing is sitting out in the woods safely and peacefully. Wendy figured it to be an ultimate form of "time-out." After all, that was the point. She just to show that there were certain lines that Dipper and Mabel couldn't cross and expect to be able to get away with it (despite being pie-faced, wide-eyed cuties).
As Wendy turned to leave, she heard something trample underfoot. She lifted her foot see that she had accidentally stepped on one of Dipper's crumpled notes leading from underneath his bed. Wendy was going to simply overstep it and be on her way, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something that made this piece of paper unique from all of the others on Dipper's portion of the room.
At the top of this uncarted sheet, were the words, "Dear Wendy…"
Wendy now found herself at a standstill. She figured that she had already done enough (justified) damage by her "prank" than to go and start invading Dipper's privacy. That being said, it did have her name on it, and how many other Wendys were there in his life?
Holding her breath, Wendy picked up the questionable note, and sat on Dipper's bed. She quickly unraveled the item and read its contents. After finishing, Wendy gasped and put her hand to her chest, as it felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of her lungs…
"I'm serious, Dipper!"
"Leave it alone, Mabel!"
"No! Why don't you just do it? Why can't you tell her how you really feel? What's the worst thing that could happen?"
Dipper found himself between a rock and a hard place (literally). He really didn't want to have this conservation with his twin. More than anything, he wanted to get away from this scene, so that he wouldn't be bothered by such things, especially with the growing turmoil of feelings rising from within his being. It wasn't bad enough that Wendy (his Wendy nonetheless) had locked him into this device regardless of his pleading with her, but to make matters worse, he was trapped alongside his super-inquisitive sister, who was unwilling to back away from the matter. Aggravated, he simply slumped down in his seat, and started to open up.
"You of all people really have to ask that? Especially with everything that has happened today?"
Mabel raised an eyebrow to her brother's claim, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Dipper raised his hands into the air, "It means what it means!" As he started to cool down, he lowered himself, and began to elaborate.
"It's just that…I don't get it, Mabel. Why is it that anything that involves Wendy seems to backfire?"
Mabel tried to shoo away her brother's concern, "Come on, Dipper; it's not that bad…"
Dipper sighed to himself, "Yeah, Mabel; it is..." He lowered his head sadly. "Can we just forget about it? You just don't understand…"
A hint of anger became apparent in Mabel's tone, "You know what? If everything is as deep and complicated as you make it out to be, then, why don't you explain it to me?" The young girl crossed her arms and stared point blank at her sulking sibling.
Dipper let out a groan, and then restarted his explanation. "It's like this, Mabel: anytime I try to do something to get close to Wendy, it always gets ruined somehow. It's like the whole world comes gunning for me, and I don't know why exactly."
Mabel tried to change the direction of the discussion, "That's not always true, Dipper. Remember your complicated list-thingie? Or how you had the perfect chance to dance with her, but you didn't. That has nothing to do with chance or destiny. That's on you!"
Dipper became irate again, "You don't think I know that! I'm sorry, but yeah, Mabel, even I get scared sometimes!"
The pre-teen grew silent and closed his eyes, somewhat regretful of his outburst. Part of him was expecting his sister to try to comfort him. Instead, he heard muffled snickers coming from right next to him. He opened an eye to see his twin covering her mouth, trying to fight a series of giggles. Her puffy cheeks were turning beet red. Annoyed, he asked Mabel, "What?!"
Mabel brought herself under control, "That…is…so…precious! Big, bad Dipper has no problem taking on ghosts, goblins, and monsters, but yet, is deathly afraid of what modern-day Pippi Longstocking thinks of him! Hilarious!"
Dipper turned away from the mockery. "That's not funny, Mabel! And besides, it was just the one time!" He recalled that Mabel did not know the full story of what exactly happened the night of the Mystery Shack party; of how he created a legion of clones to better his chances of being by Wendy's side. By the end of the night, his creation had revolted against him, and was left with the lesson that he had to be a bit braver when concerning Wendy. For this, he changed his tone towards Mabel.
"I'm talking about every other time, like when I was assistant lifeguard, or when we were at the Mystery Shack fair; it's stuff like that that bugs me!"
Mabel was about to open her mouth to mount a counter-argument, when she quickly closed it. She came to the insight that Dipper had subtle meanings in his examples. In this case, both instances involved her! Dipper lost his lifeguard position because he had let Mabel steal pool equipment in order to help save her merman friend, Mermando. The second instance struck Mabel a bit harder. After all, she would never forget how Dipper sacrificed a (possible) good future with Wendy in order to ensure that she would end up with her beloved pet pig, Waddles.
The thoughts totally changed Mabel's demeanor. The tiny tween began to get watery-eyed. Dipper started to notice his sister's transformation. Before he could question it, Mabel started to sputter out,
"It's because of me, right? That's what you meant, isn't it…I made you give up your chance with Wendy…"
Dipper reached over and placed his arm around Mabel's shoulder, "It's not like that…" She looked up at his dark brown eyes, "…like I said that day, 'I could never break your heart, Mabel,' and yeah, I still mean that!"
The elder twin gave off a metal-mouthed grin that stretched from ear-to-ear.
"But this is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about! The only way for me to have a chance with Wendy is to totally ruin your life? What kind of sick joke is that? That's not a fair choice; that's fate being unbelievably cruel!"
Mabel nodded along with her brother's words. She was starting to understand his point of view. Unfortunately, she really didn't have an answer for him. She did know that a string of bad luck always did seem to follow Dipper around for some reason. Surely, even he deserved to catch a break every once in a while…right?
Dipper laughed to himself pitifully as he reflected on Mabel's choice words, "And you wonder why I think it isn't the best idea to tell Wendy the truth about everything?" He scoffed under his breath. "Chances are, it would make things even worse!"
Wendy sat back on Dipper's orange covered bed and continuously re-read the halfway-ruined paper in her hands. She stared at the words on the page in a form of shock. A rumbling feeling started to form at the pit of her stomach. Wendy was left totally speechless, despite not having another soul around to observe it. It was an oddly pieced note, covered in scratch-outs and markings, complete with footnotes scribbled alongside the main text. She could barely make out the nearly-illegible scripts except for a few things, such as "use more 'pleases,' no run-on sentences, try not to use the 'l' word." It was as if an English teacher had proof-read the piece, making corrections as they went, in an attempt to make it absolutely perfect. Once again, she began to read the trashed note to herself:
"Dear Wendy,
I know this may seem like a stupid idea, but I was wondering, maybe one day after work, do you think that you and I could possibly go see a movie together? If it helps, it can be anything that you want to see. I would be just happy to be able to spend time with you. If you're interested, let me know, okay?
Love,
Dipper."
She placed the newly-discovered treasure right next to her on the bed. It was a letter than Dipper addressed to her, but for some reason, he never delivered it. Was he afraid to? Wendy couldn't understand why would he be? She probably would have gone ahead with him anyway. After all, it was only just a movie. This made Wendy question when exactly was the letter written? Perhaps this was Dipper's olive branch for what happened the other night. If he would have gone ahead with this offer, maybe she would have let him off the hook.
As Wendy contemplated all of this, the guilt slowly crawling back up her backside, a thought flashed though her mind. With a smile, she slid off of the bed, and sat on the floor with her legs crossed. Wendy lifted the bed sheet up to peek under the bed.
There were dozens of rolled up notes. Wendy bit her lip, as she wondered, "Were all of these addressed to me?" Granted, she was standing at the threshold of crossing another line, but her curiosity was just too great to ignore.
With great giddiness, Wendy excitedly reached out and opened another discarded message. She quietly read it aloud:
"Dear Wendy,
I have a confession to make. All night, through the course of the party, all I wanted was to ask you to dance with me. It's just that…the right moment didn't present itself…
Okay; I lied back there. There were plenty of chances to ask you, but for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It's nothing against you, Wendy, but I just got scared. And because I was afraid, I probably missed out on one of the greatest moments in my life.
Perhaps, one day, if you find it into your heart to forgive me, just maybe, we can have that dance one day…
Love,
Dipper."
Wendy's heart sunk deep into her chest as she finished the letter. At first, she thought she had found the smoking gun that proved the twins' guilt over the prank, but as soon as "the party" was mentioned, the image of a quiet, distant Dipper from the day of the Mystery Stack party burned into her mind. She had questioned why the young boy had changed from playful and joking to extremely discreet and silent. Wendy found herself incredibly humbled that a mere dance would have meant the world to her small friend, and for more that he felt the need to be forgiven, as if he had let her down in some capacity.
The guilty sensation started to sneak up again. Wendy started to remember how she left Dipper hanging at the ticket counter, so she could hang out inside with Robbie. As Wendy deliberated more about that night, she too had a moment of regret as well. Perhaps she should have paid closer attention to the small pre-teen before her; that something was obviously wrong. She also came to a realization about her own life,
"Wait…Robbie didn't even bother to ask me to dance once…"
Feeling a bit down, Wendy went to claim a third note, hanging on edge about what other hidden truths had fate placed under Dipper's bed in wait for her. To her surprise, this particular one was different from all of the others. It was a song! She couldn't believe it; Dipper had secretly written her a song just for her! Wendy read through the lyrics, whistling to herself in an effort to find the matching melody:
"Come with me, to my favorite fantasy
where there's so little gravity that you cling to me.
And I will face all the monsters in the lake
just to hold your hand and take you to the movies.
Wendy, girl, you move me more than you know
and I'm okay to take things slow."*
Wendy was fully taken aback by the sight before her. Robbie hadn't even tried to do the same for her, and he was a bona fide musician (…in a way). While she knew the tune was supposed to be a secret, a side of her wanted to rush up to Dipper and ask him to finish the song. Was this supposed to be accompanied with the proposal of going to the movies? She gently placed the newly flattened page onto of his bed, and continued on through the hidden archive.
"Dear Wendy,
I just wanted to make sure that you were alright after what happened today. To be honest, I'm not sure what I feel worse about: not being able to win you the stuffed creature of indeterminate species that you really wanted, or the fact that I gave you a black eye trying to do so.
Either way, I don't blame you for being upset with me. I figured that by the way you ran off with Robbie without even saying goodbye that you were probably steamed with me. That's okay, though. I had it coming…"
Wendy stopped reading for a second to think about Dipper's words. It really wasn't like that at all! (was it?) She had no hard feelings over the accident at the fair. Besides, it was her idea to ask Dipper to try to win it; it wasn't like he was trying to show off or anything like that! However, the comment about Robbie hit a nerve within her. To be fair, it wasn't like she had purposely gone off with Robbie. It was more like she was dragged away by the excited goth. Still, she should have at least said something to the guilt-laden boy she left behind waiting for her to return. Dipper, of all people, deserved better treatment than that; he wouldn't have done that to her if the roles were reversed. Wendy sadly muttered to herself, "Just another instance to chalk up to doing "stupid teenage things…"
Ever determined, she finished the letter,
"…Still, that's not important to me. You are. It may sound dumb, but I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Wendy. I hope you know that. After all, I ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ love you.
Please remember that, no matter what happens.
Love,
Your Dipper."
The split second Wendy finished the last word on Dipper's note, her memory shot back to the night of the exhibit opening, to where she confronted a frightened pair of twins pleading for their innocence. Dipper bravely stood before her, his big, soft brown eyes staring upwards, and tried his best to spit out the words:
"I wouldn't do something so terrible because I lo-"
Wendy sat back and finished the sentence for the pre-teen in her thoughts, "Because I love you…"
Upon that, Wendy lowered her head into her lap, tears gathering in her eyes, truly uncertain what to think about all of this, or more importantly, what course of action she should take next. She moaned to herself, "Oh, man…" as the two sides of her mind duked it out. The sensitive side of Wendy argued that this was the proof that she was looking for: Dipper just had to be truly innocent! The more practical part fought back, noting that while being the object of Dipper's secret love was heartwarming, this doesn't excuse what happened to her at all!
Frustrated by the possible "maybes and maybe nots," Wendy kicked the frame of Dipper's bed in irritation, making all the objects shift slightly. As her vision returned to Dipper's secret stash of love filled notes that she didn't have the heart to read further into, Wendy noticed something different that had just appeared. She figured it must have happened when her tantrum moved the giant mound of crumpled papers. Wendy reached back under the bed to pull out and examine the oddity.
It was a dust covered white sealed envelope. Wendy guessed that it was probably tossed among the pigsty under Dipper's bed. She flipped the item over to see that the front was marked "BOY," in a totally different set of handwriting than the one that addressed the letters that she had been reading. Wendy wondered to herself, since by the way the envelope was buried, did Dipper even know it was there?
At first, Wendy was going to simply put the letter back, but while holding it, uneasiness quelled her insides. Something didn't feel right. Sitting on the balls of her feet, Wendy reached over to Dipper's nightstand and turned on his lamp. Carefully, she held the envelope under the bright light, hoping to gain a clue to the mystery. Upon a few moments, Wendy was able to make out a brief part of the message, making her gasp in horror.
Through the light, she saw the words, "…YOUR PRECIOUS WENDY..."
"Wait, WHAT?!" Throwing away the last ounce of respect for Dipper's privacy, Wendy furiously tore the envelope open and quickly read (and re-read) the contents in disbelief:
"TO DIPPER PINES,"
YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SUBMIT TO MY WILL, FOR I HAVE FOUND OUT "YOUR" GREATEST SECRET!
IF YOU WANT TO SAVE THE SANITY AND WELL-BEING OF YOUR PRECIOUS WENDY, YOU WILL SURRENDER THE DEED TO THE MYSTERY SHACK!
DON'T WAIT TOO LONG, BOY! REMEMBER, THE LONGER YOU DELAY, THE WORST SHE'LL GET!
TIME IS TICKING AWAY!
SINCERELY YOURS,
G.C.G"
Wendy rose back to her feet, completely stunned by the tidal wave of emotions swelling in her small frame. A great anger rose from deep within. The neatly scribbled annotation she held was a ransom note to Dipper – using her as bait! Wendy couldn't believe the sight before her eyes. Someone was trying to blackmail her sweet-natured friend by threatening her safety, and by some trick of cruel fate, he wasn't even aware of it! She thought to herself, "Who would do such a thing?!"
Instantly, the redheaded teen had flashing visions of her newly revealed crush, begging for her to believe his claims; imploring her to not to leave him imprisoned and helpless in the woods.
Wendy sunk down to her knees as a sickening feeling hit her straight in the gut. "What have I done?"
Once more, her inner rage overthrew her misery. Shooting up, Wendy mangled the letter in her hand. She had no intention of letting this go un-avenged. But who exactly was this "G.C.G.?" Wendy re-opened her ransom note, and took notice that the only demand was for the deed to Stan's Mystery Shack. She mused over why this person thought Dipper would have any control over such a thing – even if it was for her sake. She could picture Dipper running up his "grunkle," asking for his assistance in "saving Wendy," only to be shot down with a shrug of his shoulders and a not-so-subtle line like, "Eh…she had a good run…"
Suddenly, someone popped into Wendy's consciousness. The only person that came to mind was that creepy chubby kid with the huge hairdo. While she had never met him face-to-face, Wendy had heard various stories from the Pines family. This boy was always messing with both Dipper and Mabel, giving them endless amounts of grief. Stan thought of the child as an annoyance, as he would constantly threaten him about taking of this dilapidated piece of land for some reason or another. That had to be the answer!
Wendy glanced out the window once again; not to the forest's edge line where her wrongly accused friends were kept, but towards the main road out of town. Alongside the expressway, giant billboards seemed to act as a form of guide as tourists passed through. Her vision focused on a particular sign:
"LIL' GIDEON: CHILD PSYCHIC!"
Wendy stared at the obese visage, smiling and winking, while pointing with plump digits in a failed attempt of adorable fashion straight as her! He was seemingly mocking her; for falling prey to his sinister trap; for blaming Mabel and Dipper for his treachery!
The infuriated girl growled and slammed her fist down on Dipper's nightstand, making the lamp bounce. Seeing that her fury was blinding her, Wendy took a step back, and started taking deep breaths. She knew what she had to do: she had to make things right, no matter what.
Turning off the light, Wendy began to gather all of Dipper's love notes addressed to her, and returned them to their hiding place beneath the mess under the bed. She had to force herself to do so, as Wendy had a deep urge to take some of the priceless pieces with her (especially her song). However, she realized that despite this, they weren't really hers to take. There was some reason that Dipper had chosen not to give these to her, and even though it killed her to leave them behind, Wendy had to respect his decision. Besides, hadn't she caused Dipper enough trouble for today?
Still grasping Gideon's note, Wendy flew down the staircase, her feet barely touching the ground. Hopefully, by the time she returned to the Pines twins, she could figure out a way to apologize and make things up to them (if they would let her…). As Wendy was about to step foot out the door, she paused. Her family mantra of revenge came to mind. For this, she hurried to her station in the Mystery Shack gift shop and explored the drawers beneath the counter. After a moment or so of searching, Wendy pulled out a huge, burlap sack. Wendy smiled to herself,
"I think…I'm going to make a small "detour" before getting back to the guys. Besides, it's not like anything's going to happen out there if I leave them waiting for an extra minute or so…" Wendy figured that her decision could easily place her back into the twins' good graces, especially when they see the end result.
With that, Wendy ran out the gift shop exit and towards her newly-appointed destinations…
"Think about it, Mabel…" Dipper suggested to his twin sister. "All of this terrible stuff happened when Wendy and I are considered "just friends," if that… Can you imagine how it would complicate things if she knew the truth about how I really felt?"
Mabel tried to look on the bright side of things, "But Dipper, that's not entirely true! What if it made everything even better? Things could end up being everything that you'd hoped for and more!"
Dipper shook his head, "Do you know what the chances are of that, Mabel? If anything, what if…what if it scares her? What if it makes her see me as some sort of freak? What if she wants nothing to do with me afterwards? I…I just don't want to take that risk. Yeah, Wendy and I may never get as close as I want to be, but at the same time, at least she's still in my life somehow…"
"Dipper…" Mabel lamented. "You can't think like that!" She shook her brother repeatedly. "You'll spend the rest of your life thinking "if only," never knowing what could have been. Besides, if Robbie could gather the courage to tell Wendy how he felt, surely you can do the same!"
The young tween sighed at the mention of his gothic rival vying for Wendy's affections. "Please don't remind me of him…"
"Oh, come on, Dipper! I know Robbie's a big jerk, but he seems to make Wendy happy, right? And besides…"
Dipper looked at his sister as she stared in front of her, twisting her fingers nervously.
"…they do look kind of cute together…"
The pint-size girl immediately closed her eyes, expecting a barrage of complaints and objections for her honesty. After a quiet moment later, she slowly opened an eye to see her brother looking down at the ground. Sadly, he turned to her,
"You just…you don't see him the way that I do…"
Mabel raised her brow at Dipper's comment.
"Yeah, they do look cute, but a lot of the time, it's for show. Better put, it's a show for me. I'll come into the room where Robbie and Wendy are casually hanging out, and then, things change…"
Mabel followed his every word, unsure of his meaning.
"Robbie will see me, and all of a sudden, he'll become overly affectionate. He'll put his arm around her. He'll start whispering sweet nothings into her ear, making her laugh and giggle uncontrollably. Sometimes…"
Dipper stopped to take a big gulp, trying his best to finish the rest of his theory.
"…he'll kiss her right in front of me! And afterwards, when Wendy isn't looking, he'll stare down at me with those dark eyes, and give me a devilish smile, making sure I had seen every second, reminding me that there's nothing I can do about it…"
Mabel placed her tiny hand on her plagued brother's shoulder for support when he rose up and smashed his fists against the top of the wooden pillar looking them hostage.
"It's not enough that he lords the fact that he's Wendy's boyfriend over my head. If anything…the thing that really kills me…is that Wendy has no idea that he does so…"
Mabel watched as her brother's façade shifted from irate to browbeaten.
"When all of this is happening, she'll look up at him, her eyes full of warmth and admiration, and think that everything was for her! She'll have no clue that he did all of that to get to me!"
"Aw, Dipper…"
Dipper continued his story, "It's not just that! Anytime it seems like Wendy and I are having fun together, Robbie will appear out of nowhere to ruin things. Like what happened at the arcade the other day! Wendy took us to play some games, and yeah, we had a lot of fun. Then, of course, Robbie comes in and guilt-trips Wendy into shooing me away, as if she had some sort of "girlfriend duty" to uphold. He made me out to be some sort of third wheel. How could I be if she invited me before he was a thought in her head? It's not like I follow them around on dates or anything like that…"
Mabel turned her head, "You don't follow them around on dates?"
Dipper rested his head against the wooden barrier, "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mabel…but I'm being serious. He's only like this with me. I mean, he doesn't get all jealous in front of any of Wendy's other guy friends, like Lee, Nate, or Thompson…"
Mabel nodded along, remembering the weekend where she ran the Mystery Shack in Grunkle Stan's stead. Wendy's teenage friends basically lived in the gift shop alongside her, and yet, Robbie was nowhere to be found. Perhaps Dipper did have a point after all…
"…it's just me. Only me he does this to. And I can't even confront him about it because Wendy hates guys that fight. It's not worth risking losing her forever! It's bad enough that I don't have a chance to be with Wendy the way that I would want, but he's making it that I can't be with her in any way! And I only have until the end of summer to share memories with Wendy, Mabel; that's it! We don't know if we'll come back next summer, and even then, there's no guarantee that she'll still be here..."
As Dipper silently sulked to himself, Mabel reflected on the ironic twist in their stay at Gravity Falls. She had come to the sleepy mountain town in hopes of finding an "epic, summertime romance" (to which she had accomplished many times over), and yet, here was her slightly younger brother who was trying to fight tooth and nail to do the exact same thing! She just had to say something comforting…
"Dipper…Dipper…Dipper…" Mabel explained. "I think you're giving Robbie more credit than he deserves…"
The defeated boy rose to attention, "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Dipper, just because Robbie's older than you doesn't mean that he's more mature than you are. Did you ever think that maybe, he's just as afraid of you as you are of him…"
Awe-stricken by Mabel's opinion, Dipper honestly thought about what he had just heard. Then again, the memory of Robbie effortlessly throwing him into the garbage in front of the Mystery Shack seemed to damper that theory.
"Maybe you're right, Mabel. I know it seems silly, but in the back of my mind, I keep thinking what if everything was the opposite. What if I was a sixteen year old going out with Wendy, and a little twelve year old started making "goo-goo eyes" at her? I keep telling myself that it really wouldn't bug me that much. If anything, I would probably find it to be somewhat cute and adorable. Either way, I definitely know that I wouldn't spend every ample moment trying to drag the small fry through the dirt, especially when I know he wouldn't be around forever…"
Mabel, using a bit more force in her voice, tried to encourage her love-struck, yet sensible sibling. "Then, Dipper, the only way to stop that is to tell Wendy the truth about everything. I'm not saying that you'll succeed, but it's the best chance you have! You gotta do it, Dip! Before it's too late!"
Failing to be inspired by Mabel's reassurance, Dipper let out a deep heave,
"Isn't it already too late, Mabel? I mean, look at us, locked into this thing! Wendy hates us; she hates me! And I don't know how to change-"
Suddenly, Dipper was interrupted by someone (or something) rustling in the bushes straight ahead. As seconds passed, more surrounding shrubbery began to vibrate loudly as well. How big was this thing?
Scared, Mabel clinged to her brother, "Dipper…what is that?"
He looked down on her, "I'm not sure…but whatever it is, it's coming right for us!"
*written and performed by Brendan Steere/Free Parking
