Mabel woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. "Dipper," she said. "Dipper, I just had the scariest dream! A monster ate Waddles, but we couldn't see it, and then it tried to eat us."

Dipper didn't answer.

"Dipper?" Mabel asked.

Waddles oinked.

"Dipper?" Mabel repeated.

Oh. she thought. D-Dipper is gone.

She wished the monster would become real and eat her.

Gideon took his cookies out of the oven, whistling his "Lil Ol' Me" song as he did. Last night's show had been a success, he'd sold quite a bit of merchandise, and the audience went wild.

"Mabel should arrive here any minute." he said, checking the clock. His father would be gone to do some work for a number of hours, so he and Mabel could have lots of time alone. He began to make Mabel's hot chocolate.

"Should I ask her again today?" he asked himself. "How can I make her love me?"

He turned the oven off, wiping his hands on his light blue apron. He began to put the snicker doodle and chocolate chip cookies on separate plates. Mabel was sure to love it.

He heard the knock on his door, and he jumped in glee, grabbing Mabel's hot chocolate.

"Hey, Gideon," she said.

"Hello, darling," he replied, handing her the mug. "I added extra marshmellas just like you asked."

"Thanks." Mabel said, taking a sip. "I talked to the police, and they're absolutely stumped."

"I'm so sorry."

"Gideon, it's not like you did it."

Good, he thought. She doesn't suspect me even the tiniest bit.

"Come on inside," Gideon said, holding the door open for her.

Mabel sat on his couch. She sniffed the air. "Gideon, what smells so good?"

"I made us some cookies." he said, pointing to the kitchen. "I know they smell absolutely delicious. So, which would you like: Snicker doodle or chocolate chip? Or you can have both if you'd like."

"Both!" Mabel said, rubbing her hands together. "These sound delicious."

Lil' Gideon walked into the kitchen, grabbing what seemed like equal amounts of each cookie because he was too lazy to count. He made a plate for himself, grabbing mostly snicker doodle.

"Mabel," he said, handing her his plate. "I'm eagerly waiting for your review."

Mabel took a bite of each. "Does this have to be one of those long, serious reviews like on TV? Because those are really stupid. How do you spend an hour just talking about a food's texture?"

"I don't know." Gideon said. "But tell me what you think."

"I'll make a scale," Mabel said, "from one to ten. One is the lowest, ten is the highest."

"What'd I get?" Gideon asked.

"An eleven," Mabel said.

"Is that good?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

Gideon smiled. "Why thank you, then."

"No problem. Can I have some more?"

"I'd be glad to get you more."

Mabel didn't know how it happened, but she was making out with Gideon. She didn't really want to do it, but he seemed so happy now. If she weren't here, who knew how he'd react to his girlfriend getting hit by a car?

"That was nice," Gideon said, getting off of her. "Your mouth tasted like hot chocolate."

Mabel stopped herself from sticking out her tongue.

"So," Gideon said. "How were you last night? I had trouble sleeping for a while."

"I had a nightmare, but I've mostly forgotten about it by now."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Mabel thought back to the little bit she remembered. "Good," she replied. "It's definitely a good thing."

Gideon rested his head on her lap. "Can I just rest a few minutes?"

An hour later, Mabel was still afraid to get up. He really must have had trouble sleeping last night if he were like this.

She closed her eyes and joined him in his deep slumber.

Gideon had asked Mabel to get something from his room, a pat of his costume for tonight's show.

"Would you come?" he'd asked.

"I'll try," Mabel said, "but I can't make any promises."

They'd woken up a short time ago, then laughed at the sight.

"Did we knock ourselves out?" Gideon asked.

"I don't know." Mabel had replied.

She looked in his closet, but she couldn't seem to find it. She stepped on something wooden, and bent down to grab it.

It was a crudely made wooden doll that looked like Dipper.

"What is this doing here?" Mabel asked.

She felt her stomach churn, but she left it in his closet and continued to look for his costume piece. She found it, a light blue cape with the darker blue stars stitched across it. He would look perfect in it.

"Gideon," she called from upstairs. "I found it!"

Dipper ran for his life. How long until Gideon found him? He regretted having not grabbed the other dolls before leaving, but he had been so shocked to be back. Even now he didn't know what quite had happened, but he had an idea. Somehow Gideon had used his powers to trap him, his friends, family, and Pacifica inside a doll made out of popsicle sticks.

"That guy is nuts," Dipper whispered, ducking below a tree. Running through the forest was dangerous, but Gideon was even worse.

He had put up such a good act at the store, and Dipper had almost thought he was okay. But he'd really blown his cover.

"What could he possibly be doing to Mabel?" Dipper asked.

He didn't even want to imagine it.

When he got to The Mystery Shack, he ran into the closet.

"Gideon won't think of looking here," Dipper whispered. "I'm safe."

He tried to pull his book out, but it was gone. Despite his better judgment, he quickly searched around the building for his book.

"G-Gideon has the book," Dipper whispered. He couldn't seem to grasp the concept, so he repeated it: "Gideon has the book."

He had no idea what he could do now. Would he have time to tell Mabel? Would Mabel even believe him? How did he even get free?

He heard the door of The Mystery Shack open (he'd locked it after he came in), and his heart beat so fast it could have won gold in the Olympics.

"La dee da," Mabel's familiar voice sang.

He listened in case he heard anyone else, but he only heard her.

"Hey, Waddles," Mabel said from downstairs. "It's nice to know at least you aren't missing."

"Liar! You turned her against me!" Gideon had said. "She was my peach dumpling!"

Dipper knew the two by now had to be together, but how far in were they? Had Gideon turned Mabel against her own family and Wendy?

"Please not," Dipper whispered. He was sure Gideon would soon know and try to find him, trap him in the doll's body once more. He hummed the tune of "Disco Girl", then stepped out of the closet. Now was the time to be brave, just like he had been when he became friends with Multi-Bear. "Here goes nothing," Dipper said, though nothing was actually everything.

Gideon checked on his dolls, hidden in his closet. They seem unharmed, unnoticed. Mabel was still ignorant of what he'd done, and he planned on keeping it that way.

That's when he saw the broken Dipper doll.

"How did this happen?" he asked. "Does Mabel know?"

He checked on the other dolls, putting them in a more secure spot. He also still had Dipper's book, which he'd snagged after imprisoning Dipper's soul. It was a great find.

"I've got to make sure he doesn't turn my marshmella against me again." Gideon said, grabbing his amulet with his right hand. Taking a deep breath, he remembered all the times he had practiced controlling his powers with the amulet. It was time to go full force to keep what he had worked so hard to get.

Mabel stared open-mouthed at Dipper, and after all the things that had happened, she still couldn't believe this. This was beyond weird, just plain crazy.

"Dolls made out of popsicle stick wood? Seriously?"

"I'm not lying to you, Mabel!" Dipper said. "Believe me, I'd never lie to you."

"Dipper, Gideon has changed."

"He has been fooling you! What if he doesn't even have a girlfriend named Veronica?"

"Then how did I talk to her and stuff?"

"Have you seen his insane powers? I bet he could take over the tri-state area if he wanted to."

"But, Dipper," Mabel said. "You don't have any proof."

"My book is gone!"

"Your book is gone? Seriously, that's the best you got? I lost some yarn once; was the world ending and crazy junk happening because of that?"

"Mabel, who do you trust more: Gideon, or me, your twin brother?"

Mabel hesitated for a moment. Though she hadn't really enjoyed her relationship with Gideon, he'd seemed so nice. And after what had happened. . . But her brother had saved her from gnomes, always helped her when she needed it, went on wild adventures with her. . . She had known Dipper since the day she was born, Gideon since only the start of summer.

"Dipper," she whispered. "I trust you."

"Thank you," he replied.

"But what will we do?" Mabel asked.

"We're going to have to get the other dolls and defeat Gideon."

"How do we do that?" Mabel asked.

"You sneak in and get the dolls, and if I'm not turned into a doll again, then I'll break Gideon's amulet. It's simple enough."

"I'll trust you on that, Dip Sticks."

Dipper smiled.

Mabel smiled back.

Gideon had to find Dipper Pines if it was the last thing he did.

"I will kill him." Gideon said. "I'll grab his neck, twist it, and watch him bleed. He's going to turn my darling, Mabel, against me. That boy's days, no hours, are numbered."

He flew out of his room with the amulet, headed towards The Mystery Shack. His plan was to steal Dipper's soul again and make Mabel forget all the things Dipper had lied to her about. Then they could be happy together.

"Dipper Pines," Gideon whispered. "You have invoked my fury."

Author's Note: What do you guys think? It's getting really close to the end. I have two more chapters planned after this, so thank you to all my dedicated readers. I really hope you guys will like the ending. :]