"Wait!" Mabel yelled. "If you're going to kill him, why don't you also kill me?" she asked.

"Mabel! No-" Dipper cut in.

"Well, it is a shame to turn down such a great deal, but the guys say torture is my thing. They all think it's funny my name is Tom and it has the same first letter as Torture. Just saying."

"It's- it's you." Dipper said.

"And that's you." Tom mimicked.

"Dipper, what are you talking about?" Mabel asked.

"That guy is Mr. Jhonston. Remember? We were seven. That guy is Mel's father. Who obviously is Elodie. Her real name must me Melodie. She tricked us, Mabel. Their whole family did. They lied."

"Oh. I remember." Mabel said. "Mr. Jhonston used to joke about being Torture Tom after he and Mel played a prank on us."

"Who knew he really was." Dipper said quietly.

Dipper and Mabel looked over at Tom. He looked almost as surprised as they were.

"Dipper and Mabel. Mmm mmm mmm. I'm surprised I didn't recognize you kids. Mel must've. And why she didn't tell me I have no clue. It's kind of sad no one will see you again." Tom said, walking over to the metal chair. "But your sister will have seen it all. See me take out six inches of skin long and four inches deep on your arms. See me pour in the thorns, watch them sink in. And see the light leave your eyes." Tom grinned maniacally as Mabel sobbed. Just then the closet door opened.

"Boo!" Mel screamed. Dipper jumped, but being tied up by hard iron, twisted his wrists. "Haha!" Mel laughed. "Did I scare you, wittle boo boo?" she asked, pinching his cheeks hard. Mabel slapped her. "Why, Mabel! That was rude, considering we were best friends only four years ago." Mel mock chided. "Why don't you tell them what you did?" she asked. Her voice dropped dramatically. "Tell them how you tried to kill me." she said darkly. Mabel looked down, terrified. She swore, she thought. She promised she wouldn't tell.

"Mabel..." Dipper said uneasily. All of a sudden Mabel seemed very interested at picking at a hangnail on her thumb. She felt three pairs of eyes on her, staring. Tom shrugged.

"That's bad." he said. "And bad things get punishments. Mel, give your friend a good, hard punishment while I fire up this electric knife." Tom went away and Mel turned and smiled evily at Mabel.

"No, Mel! Stop! Don't hurt her!" Dipper yelled. Mabel gripped Dipper's waist.

"Please don't let her hurt me." she whispered.

"Oh no! What's she gonna do?" Mel asked in a squeaky voice. "Here's what she's gonna do, Mabel. She's gonna stick you with this tube." Mel held up a huge injector with a disgusting yellow liquid inside.

"Wha- what is that?" Mabel cried.

"Oh, nothing much!" Mel laughed. "Just four gallons of drugs."

"Drugs!?" Mabel exclaimed. "Is that even legal!?"

"Of course not, do you think legal is how I work?" Mel asked. Tom came back with the electric knife.

"Ready?" he asked.

"No! Stop! Let us go!" Dipper shouted. Tom and Mel ignored him.

"Put Mabel in the other chair." Tom said calmly. Mel thrusted Mabel into another chair on the other side of the room. The bars strapped Mabel down crudely and left angry red bruises that would last forever. Tom drew the knife to Dipper and Mabel burst into tears. She watched, though, to keep him strong. It was a hopeless, gruesome day, and Mabel wished she had never come looking for Waddles the second the injection gun hit her arm. The pain was unbearable. Mabel screamed and kicked and soon fell unconscious. Dipper was bloodstained and tearstained and was nearly knocked unconscious himself. I'll die anyway, even if he doesn't stick me with the thorns. Too much blood will be gone. he thought.

"Tom? Mel? I'm home!" a voice called. Someone opened the door. It was Mori!