"Yes hello, is this the guardian of a... Dipper Pines? " A woman with a strong accent spoke lightly.
Stan was confused as always, "Yeah,what's it to you? "
"It's regarding his Pen pal, Frisk. She um... may I speak with him if he's around? "
His groan was loud as he stumbled out onto the porch. Turning he spotted Dippers hat peaking from the couch they set out there a while back. The boy was laying, hands clasped behind his head and eyes closed tightly.
Clearing his throat, Stan motined for him to go to the phone. To which Dipper raised a brow to his grunkle. Tipping his hat up, the kid popped from the couch and stretched, eyeing Stan intently before picking up the phone.
"Dipper Pines speaking, how can I help you? " His voice was loud and boyant.
The lady on the other end cleared her throat, "Uh, yes Dipper. You had Frisk as a pen pal correct? "
"Yes, is everything alright? " His hands grew sweaty on the phone.
With a slight pause on the other end, the woman sighed, "I'm afraid not Mr. Pines... Frisk got upset about two days ago, and her uh... Orphanage siblings tore up her letter from you. She ran into the woods, the police can't find her... "
"Did she tell anyone why? " He pressed.
"There was a letter yes. She told of how she hated it there and always wanted to leave, that incident pushed her over the edge. Dipper, I'm so sorry, I got word from the search team that they've found no trace of her. " Her voice broke off at the end.
His heart fel into his chest, sympathy tearing apart his emotions as he looked into the woods. His dazed state was like someone just killed his best friend. Hell, they might as well of. If it took them three days to start to look, it showed their care for the children.
Short, Dipper spat at the lady, "You people should've known she was miserable. I expect a full version of the letter. I need to see what she said. "
"Yes, I was going to have you reveiw the letter, the police needed her friends to give feedback to her behavior. I do have to notify you, the emails will be monitored by police. Doing this from another country isn't the best. " You could hear her tapping nervously on the other end.
His heart still tight in his chest, he spoke back with little effort before hanging up, "I'll do whatever it takes to bring her home. You people should be ashamed to not look after her. "
Half tempted to chuck the phone into the yard, Dipper began to feel the anger built up. He wanted so badly to punch someone or something until his feelings disappeared. How could kids be so cruel and reckless, he could only imagine Frisk having to watch hiis letter being torn to shreds. Her emotions probably took control, and she went with her thoughts, not giving a chance to think over the conciquences.
Storming inside, he slammed the screen door and tossed the old phone to Soos. Almost missing the catch, he fumbled to get a good hold on the thing. Smiling with crooked teeth to Dipper when he had finally caught it. Wendy of course clapped heavily, tilting her hat to the Mystery Shack owner.
Dipper tried to act happy. The thought of Frisk being another missing runaway pricking at his neck.
"What's up Dipsh... Dipper. " Wendy asked, leaning over the counter.
"Nothing, just not a very good phone call. The weather doesn't really help too. " He mumbled before running upstairs.
Soos looked back to the redhead, "It's like 80° and sunny. "
"Oh god... Soos it's the start of puberty. " Wendy's eyes widened before she broke into a laugh.
Upstairs, Dipper was searching through his small box of letters they'd already shared. Frisks picture sitting on the bottom, haunting him to the point of despair. All he wanted to do was break something. All he wanted was to know why his only friend his age would just disappear.
Firing up the laptop the twins got for Christmas, he ran his fingers over the various stickers on the sides of the computer. Mabel wanted her deal if decoration if Dipper got to pick out the screen saver.
Immediately typing in, ' Child Missing. ' Dipper was brought face to face with a list of kids from all around his age. Fists balled up from the newest article regarding a certain Pen Pal. He was greeted by her school picture, the only other one he'd see was the one on the information card. Along with details of her and her foster home, the article had her peers testaments, they all said they never meant for it to get that far.
Dipper highly doubted that.
Mabel's light cheery voice could break him from any sort of funk. So as she skipped into their room, his attention was devoted to his twin. Of course she held her letter from Steven, it dug a knife into his stomach when she began to read it aloud.
"Dear Mabel, Everything in your letter last time was amazing! " She began before her brother cut her off.
"Mabel please, I'll read it later... " He trailed off, skimming down the article.
Her gasp made him snap his eyes shut in frustration, her stomping driving his headache over and above. Mabel leaned over to read the screen, heart sinking and eyes softening at Dipper. The only thing she could see was the title explaining the missing girl from Mt. Ebott.
The Pine twin fell to her knees to bring her brother into a hug, he was reluctant, still skimming the article as she enveloped him within her arms. Her sweater itched the back of his skin, causing him to groan and try to push her away. Only to realize that his sister had tears at the brink of her eyes.
His mouth gaped open as their awkward sibling hug turned to a full on desperate cling. Her surpise sobs ringing in his mind like a bell.
"Mabel, I should be crying. Please don't, it's my Kryptonite, what's wrong?... You didn't even know her. " His weak comfort skills pricked her heart.
She took a deep breath, "I... Dip, I was so mean to her. I called her a boy, I called her genderless.. It makes me upset to see the one person who makes you happy disappear. "
Her grip in his vest made him want to shake away her tears, "That's a lie Mabel. You make me happy everyday, so does Stan, Ford, Wendy, Soos, even Waddles. Besides, you weren't mean. C'mon, I need to stop thinking of that and you need to stop crying. "
"That totally didn't make me anymore emotional! Dipper your such a great brother! " She smiled through the tears.
"Go clean up, I'll read the letter. " He beamed to his sister, pushing her away.
With a nod, she wiped her tears with her sweater. Dipper recoiled from the surpise emotional sibling moment and picked up the letter from Steven.
Dear Mabel,
Everything in your letter last time was amazing!
From the unicorn, to the mermaid, and the zombie knomes? That sounds epic! It feels so different to have someone to relate to that's had real live weirdness happen to them. You seem like the type of person who is a weird magnet! Just like me!
And guess what? You wish your mom had super powers? I am my mother, Rose Quartz, leader of the gem rebellion. Couple thousand years after the war, my mom met my dad and they fell in love. It was forbidden and new for gems to have feelings for humans. And even though they don't reproduce, my mother got pregnant.
When she was giving birth, she would have to give up her physical form to be me. So, she vanished, and I was born. I'm the first and only gem human combo. I don't have all of the abilities of a real gem, but I'm getting to my peak.
I have Lion, he can travel almost anywhere. I have a bubble that my friend Connie and I found out I could put over myself to protect me when we rolled into the ocean! I also have a sheild, it comes in handy when I'm fighting... Which is alot now...
One time I went inside Lion's main and found a tree with things from my mom. Although I can't breathe in there, it gives me a connection to her.
Another time, me and Pearl tried to go to space.
I fused with my friend Connie too. Fusion is a thing where two gems sorta combine together? They become one person, and we haven't tried it with any of the gems and I yet.
Garnet is a fusion on Sapphire and Ruby. Cool right? Opal is also like, a giant woman who went on an adventure with me to retrieve a gem shard. She's realllllly majestic.
Anyways, I wear a large in shirts. I'm not sure why you needed it, but I think you'll like the picture I included. I love the picture you sent. And I do have to ask, how is having a sibling?
With a smile,
Steven.
Looking up from the pictures in the letter from Steven, the laptop in front if him dinged loudly drawing his attention. A new email notification buzzing loudly for him to answer.
The subject being: Missing Child Case 1603.
