Dipper let his body fall back on the wall behind him. The spell hadn't worked. He flicked his eyes down at the book, then back to those unsettling sunglasses on his uncle's face. For years he had worked beside him. He knew every little quirk in Stan's expressions, every inflection of his voice.
This wasn't his uncle but, nothing was adding up. Facts pointed to this being supernatural and others pointed to him jumping to conclusions.
But he knew his Grunkle Stan. He knew him. This much Dipper was very certain of.
"No. I wasn't." he replied.
Dipper had no explanation why the spell hadn't worked but, there was a more simple verification that Dipper probably should have used first. Those glasses. A person's eyes were always 'wrong', to say the least, when being influenced by a possession. Stronger creatures could glamour their eyes but that effect wore off once discovered. Though some simply didn't care enough to hide it. He walked up to Stan and removed those glasses. Stan's eyes were glazed and a little dilated but, not wrong.
Well, not supernaturally wrong anyway.
It was Stan, and that was another element Dipper had not really been expecting.
"I need those you know." His uncle snorted, snatching them back and pushing them back up his nose.
"I..." Dipper was at a loss for words.
"So, we got something to do out there kid, don't you think? I don't think we are going to need Sixer for it. Found something out. Follow me."
"Where are we going?"
"To the heart of the woods."
Dipper stalked after his uncle, suspicious. Stan didn't say much as they made there way out. It was dark. The wind rustled the trees and blew past him. It was chilly, that wind.
He stopped at the edge of the forest; unsettled.
"Grunkle Stan. What's going on?"
"Don't worry about it. Let's... let's just go in." Stan said to him, there was an irritable tone to it.
His uncle held out his hand. Dipper didn't take it.
"There is no point in me going in."
Stan tapped his foot impatiently, "Just follow me. Don't you want to solve this problem quickly?"
Dipper didn't move.
"Come on. Don't think about it. Trust me. You trust your old Grunkle Stan don't you?"
Trust no one echoed in his mind as he listened to his uncles pleas. Still, he did trust him. So, despite Dippers suspicions, he marched in with him. Through the trees and into the darkness.