Hey guys! :D Just to give this to you now;

Chapter Warning: Gore, Lots of Blood, Demented-ness, Feels (?) (The norm but still you have been warned!)

ALSO READ THIS NEXT PART!

I am getting a 'job' of cleaning my aunt's house to earn money for Driver's ED in the summer so updates will likely been even slower then now. D: Please bare with me and don't leave this story! ;-; Also any and all idea for up coming chapters are most wanted! Even if it's nothing more then 'have him fall of the roof or something' it's really helpful in giving me ideas!

Ok, now you can Enjoy Chapter 4: Headhunters!


-Headhunters-

(Ending 1 – Request by Blind-Eyephone)

"Once your family is out of the way we wax figures will rule the night once more!" Wax Sherlock says smugly, raising his sword above his head.

"Think again-ugh!" Dipper tried to slip between the wax figures legs but Sherlock only kicked him, his back and head meeting the wall with a harsh thud.

He winced and reached for his head only to drop his arm when he felt the cool tip of the blade touch his neck. Gulping he looked at the clearly unimpressed man.

"I am Sherlock-bloody-Holmes boy! You think that trick would have worked on me?!" Sherlock growls, pressing the tip and bit deeper.

Dipper went to chuckle –but with the blade already cutting into his neck- he just smiled nervously. "Worth a try…right?"

"No I don't believe it was, my young Dipper, you are still going to die.' Sherlock chuckles, pressing a bit more till a thin line of blood appeared. 'Now say goodbye, boy."

Dipper gave a choked almost silent scream as the blade cut though the skin of his neck. He felt it slip down his chest and stain his shirt, some even squirting out onto the floor*, and wonder dazedly why he wasn't already dead. He felt him self fall over and grasped weakly at the ground as pain coursed though him.

"I would have made your death quick but you made me go though so much trouble chasing you that I'll let you go slowly.' Wax Sherlock says darkly. Dipper felt a hand on his chin, lifting his face to look Sherlock in his solid white eyes. It jolted his neck, making him whimper softly. 'It's a shame you had to get in the way, my boy, you would have made a half decent detective. But not I'm afraid I must leave you and get rid of the rest of your pesky family, Ta, Dipper Pines."

His head was dropped carelessly, making his whimper louder. Tears mixed with the growing puddle of his blood as he watched Wax Sherlock pick up his blood dripping sword and walk back down stairs.

He wanted to scream, cry, anything that would warn his family (including Soos) and stop the pain that made him feel like he had swallowed lava. He noticed the pain was slowly fading, being replaced by a numb feeling. Some part of his mind was telling him that wasn't good, but that part was hazy and the rest didn't care as long as the pain stopped.

His vision was fading now, growing unfocused and dark around the edges. His body felt heavy, something was telling him to close his eyes, lulling him to sleep. He knew going to sleep would be bad, but it sounded so nice after being in so much pain.

The last thing he hear was a young, female scream before he went still.

(* = My semi-co writer in this story is just as demented –if not more so then me and demanded I do a part somewhere that had to do with blood gushing/squirting from somewhere so I hope you're happy, you-know-who-you-are! XD )

(Ending 2 – Request by SophiaCrutchFeild)

Dipper climbed out the window, hearing Wax Sherlock's aggravated growls behind him. He crawled up the side of the roof, he almost slipped a few times making his hands bleed slightly as he held tight to pull him self up onto the shack's sign.

He wobbled slightly but was able to get his balance. He got to the other side when Holmes jumped on, brandishing his sword with deadly grace.

Dipper had never fought with swords before and it was to be expected when, as he hazardously swung his back and forth, lost his footing.

"Ahhh!" He screams (in a manly way of course) hands barely grabbing the edge before he plummeted to the ground two stories below.

"Well my boy, what a predicament you have put your self in.' Sherlock chuckles before his face turned serious. 'Now what to do with you? Kill you or leave you hanging here as I get rid of your annoying 'Grunckle' and sister?"

"Leave-ugh- them alone!" Dipper grunts as he tries to keep his hold.

"I'm afraid Dipper I can not do that, we wax figures had suffered too long in that blasted room!' Sherlock growls, raising his sword. 'We will once again rule the night! So say goodbye, Dipper Pines!"

As the sword came down Dipper instinctively raised his arms to cover his head, foolishly letting go of the sign.

Wind rushed by his ears and mixed with his screams and thudding heart as gravity took its hold on his body. He heard a crack before the world around him disappeared.

(Ending 3 – Mine :D )

"All this cash, and I owe it all to one person!" Stan says happily, thumbing though the bills.

Mabel stopped polishing Wax Stan as she stared at her Grunckle excitedly, waiting for the praise on her fantastic work.

"This guy!" Stan says proudly, gesturing to his wax self.

Mabel smiled, a bit forced, and punched him in the stomach, sending him a not-so-subtle message.

"Haha yea. You too, you little gremlin. Now you kids go wash up, we have a long day tomorrow. Shoo!" Stan says nudging them towards the door.

Mabel and Dipper had finished brushing their teeth (Dipper won the race seeing as he didn't have braces for the brushes to catch on) and were laughing as they made their way down stairs.

"No fair I totally would have won that!" Mabel giggles.

"But I did win.' Dipper replies smugly, puffing up his chest which only made his twin laugh more. 'Oh be quiet!"

"Stan are we going to play Go Fish before-' Mabel began to ask but froze at the sight before her.

Stan sat on his chair with blood splattered on his muscle shirt, wax Stan laying on the ground surrounded in a stain of red. Only after she looked at wax Stan did she notice the real Stan's head laying on its side next to it, eyes staring blankly forward with a bit of blood dipping from where its neck had connected it to his body.

Before she could do anything Dipper pulled her out of the door way and pushed her face into his chest, blocking her view of the sight.

"Easy, shhhh, breath Mabel, breath." She could heart his heart beating rapidly in his chest but he was trying to stat calm for her. She noticed her breathing had gotten quick and was feeling slightly light headed, so she look a few breathes like he said.

He pulled her away and sat her in a chair in the kitchen, he was shaking as he grabbed the phone and dialed 911. Mabel barely heard him stutter into the phone what was happening and jolted when he seemed to vanish from the phone and reappear right in front of her.

"Ok t-they'll be here soon. I need to find where S-Soos is so stay here, o-ok?" He was messing with his shirt and Mabel was dully surprised he hadn't started chewing on it yet.

When his words registered her eyes widened before her arm shot out to grab his. "NO! Don't leave me!"

"Mabel I n-need to see if Soos i-is ok.' Despite the slight stutters his voice was firm, leaving no room for argument, a side of her brother she had only seen a handful of times. 'I'll be right, I p-promise."

She wasn't sure how long he was gone but the light headedness got to her and she fainted, images of her decapitated Grunckle surrounded in blood flashing in her mind.


Hope you liked! :D R&R plz! Ta.

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