Dipper 2.0: Proactive edition ch.7
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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Gideon Gleeful cackled as he looked over the charts and graphs. Thanks to his successful prank war, dream team of spin doctors, character assassins, mudslingers, muck-rakers, and garbologists, and Stan's terrible people skills(mostly the last one). His plan to force Stan to go bankrupt so he could gain the shack was moving smoothly! In another year it would be a reality! Which was fine with Gideon, he could wait, it was fun to watch Stan squirm!
Now in another universe, at this point in time. The rejection of a certain girl, and the actions of her brother would ignite the homicidal rage hidden within this little sociopath; making him speed up his plans and do increasingly more drastic and demented things to gain control of the Shack...This was not that universe.
Gideon rubs his hands together happily. What prank should I pull on him next? Glue him to a pool chair, duct tape his employe to the ceiling? Or-
That was the last thought that Gideon had before a giant green claw popped out of the shadows and snatched him away...
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Stan was furious! He nearly died! These wax freaks nearly killed him...and no one came to help him! He rushed upstairs. That tore it! He'd tried to take things slow and compassionately! But enough was enough! His own nephew ignored his cries help! Seriously, who dose that!?
He tore open the door, ready to chew him out-
GAH!
Shouted a mortified Wendy as she jumped away from Dipper and covered herself with a newspaper. In that instant all the anger left Stan, how could he be angry when his nephew had just scored big time?(getting an eyeful of Wendy hadn't hurt either)
"M-Mr. Pine...I swear that we- Stuttered a flustered Wendy. Stan laughed. "Say no more, I'll give you two privacy." This causes Wendy to go even more scarlet. He turns to Dipper. "You know I was really worried about you...but clearly I was wrong, you the man kid!" Dipper, not knowing what else to do, nodded along.
Dipper frowned as he once more reminisced about last night as he threw his uncles bills into a wood chipper that spewed them into the bottomless pit.
For all his big talk...he was still a hormonial 12 year old boy...and right now those hormones were working overtime to confuse him to pieces.
Although Stan's assumption of what they were doing was wrong...he couldn't help but wonder if only Stan hadn't barged in and left them to themselves...maybe-
Dipper shook his head. He didn't know what to think...still...something had been going on between them last night. He didn't know if it was because they'd become closer than he'd thought, if it was because they'd been naked, or perhaps all that supernatural chemicals wafting through the air...but something had been happening...
DIPPER PINES! Dipper wheels around and sees a small white-haired child floating through the air and glowing.
I'VE COME TO MAKE YOU THE CAT TO MY MOUSE! WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PLAY WITH YOU A BIT? OR JUST BITE YOUR HEAD OFF AND BE DONE WITH IT!? OR-
BANG!
The boys head exploded in a gory shower. Dipper blew out the smoke on one of his uncles ten guns(now very thankful that he'd started practicing with one after the gnome fiasco). He then casually loots the corpse. He swipes his wallet, some loose change, hair gel, and the clearly magic bolo tie.
He then drags the corpse and throws it into the wood chipper-
The strange intruder already forgotten, Dipper turns his mind to how that Modified tea kettles hissing prevented either him or Wendy hearing Stan calling for help...Perhaps he should set up some sort of security system?...He also should take a look at that Larry King head Stan now had on display...
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The giant mantis watched all this from the shadows irritated. Oh, for the love of- (sigh) I guess what they say is true: Never send a psycho to do a monsters job...oh, well. At least this wasn't a total loss at least.
Thought the creature as it examined the book marked with a 2...
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TO BE CONTINUED?
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