The redhead trudged through the woods. Stan had asked her to find Dipper and she had agreed thinking it would be much easier than this. It was not easy. Apparently the kid could disappear when he wanted to. It would be great if he decided to resurface. That'd make her job much easier.

Grumbling, Wendy dragged her axe behind her and marched on, determined to find her friend. He would eventually show up again, Dipper usually did. Still, last night was different. She'd never seen either twin act like that. It was a tad worrying to say the least. Mabel was practically satanic in that moment, a sociopath. At least Wendy didn't let the chick borrow her axe when she had asked. Last night could've been a very different story. The redhead could just picture it too, walking into the kitchen seeing an axe wedged in Dipper's head, blood trickling out slowly onto the floor, something that she would no doubt have to clean up. God, could you be anymore dark?

"Yo! Dipper? Where are you?" Wendy called his name loudly again, but no response. She couldn't even hear a gnome take one of their weird squirrel baths. She shivered, that was a disturbing day that she'd rather forget.

The teenager checked her phone, 8:45. Man, she had left around 7 to look for the kid and the only thing she got a response from was the waterfall that refused to shut up. It was seriously getting on her nerves at this point and not easing the tension of the situation.

Wendy walked for a few more minutes before stopping. Something was off. The water didn't sound right. It sounded like the water was being blocked by something, but what?

Taking a step towards the river's direction she listened. Something was definitely in the water. Her heart suddenly started racing, this didn't feel right. What if Dipper's note wasn't him just being over-dramatic? It could've been serious and she just shrugged it off. Oh god, she should've known. Picking up the pace, Wendy went into a sprint for the river. Something was very, very wrong. She jumped into the river, the water clinging to her and chilling her to the bone. The girl's body was shaking as she searched for something, anything. She knew he was here. She knew it.

And she was right. As she looked around, she saw it. A hand just barely sticking out of the water. The redhead grabbed for it, the flesh feeling wrong. She dragged the body out of the water as fast as she could, letting out a cry as she saw who it was. It'll be okay. I can save him. She checked his pulse, nothing. She tried performing CPR, nothing. Nothing worked. Dipper was dead. Wendy sobbed and clutched him. She held his head close to her chest. She whispered to him in between sobs even though he was gone. The redhead grabbed her phone and called Stan, before he could even answer she exploded. She was a sobbing mess who could barely breathe as her friend lay dead in her arms. All she could do was wait.

I don't like this chapter. Eh, whatever. Once again, I apologize. I'll try to keep going though. I can promise that much. So I'll just thank you all for keeping patient and sticking with this and me. It is very kind and you are good people. I'm thinking about making a Dipper and Pacifica oneshot too. Should I do that? Anyways, g'day!