Wendy spent the next week in the hospital recovering from the Gremoblin attack. She had several broken bones, as well as a mild concussion. All things considered, she was very lucky, as the accident could have been much worse.
Soos and Melody immediately came to the hospital after hearing about Wendy's accident. They had become worried when Wendy didn't come home, and wasn't answering their calls. Finally, after the doctors finished examining her, she was able to call them and inform them of the situation. Wendy apologized up and down for letting her go out, blaming herself for what happened, which Wendy vehemently denied. When questioned about the incident by Sheriff Blubs, she simply said she ran off the road to avoid hitting a deer, causing her car to flip over. Thankfully, they bought her story (the Sheriff and his Deputy were never very bright to begin with). The hardest part was lying to Soos and Melody about the truth behind the attack, especially considering who had come to her rescue.
She was still having difficulty believing that Dipper was alive. If it hadn't been for the note that he left her, she might have attributed the whole experience to a concussion-induced hallucination. She found herself looking at the note often, sometimes for hours, trying to make sense of the situation. How did he know that she was in trouble? Did he hear her call for help? How was that possible? The more she thought about it, the more confused and angry she felt.
How could he be alive for four years without telling her? Her, of all people? She thought she meant something to him, to each other. He was her best friend, and he couldn't even take a minute of heaven-knows-what he was doing to visit her, to call her, or even send her a damn letter! The more she thought about it, the angerier she got. The fact that made it even worse is that if she hadn't figured it out, he would have never told her, and she would still continue mourning him to this day.
What's more, why didn't Stan or Ford tell her? They went to the funeral, they mourned along with her. Was that all a lie? She knew Stan was a conman at heart, but she didn't think even he would stoop to this level.
Wendy's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. One of the hospital doctors stepped into the room. He wasn't the one who usually took care of her, but didn't think much of it.
"Hello, doctor," Said Wendy.
"Hello, Wendy," the doctor replied. "I'm just here to check on you and give you your medications. How are you feeling? Any new pain?"
"No," said Wendy.
"That's good," Said the doctor, administering her medication into the I.V. attached to her arm. "Gremoblin attacks can be pretty frightening."
Wendy's head snapped towards the doctor. "What did you say?"
"Oh, don't worry," said the doctor, sitting next to her bed. "I won't tell anyone."
"All right, who are you?" Said Wendy, sitting up and grabbing the front of the doctor's scrubs. Suddenly, her head began to swoon, her vision doubling. The doctor simply pried her hands from his scrubs and laid her back down on the bed.
"What did you do to me?" Said Wendy drowsily.
"Nothing dangerous," said the doctor smugly. "You're just going to rest while we go meet some friends. Hopefully, your friend Dipper will join us as well."
Wendy couldn't fight any longer as the world around her went black.
"Wake up, Wendy Corduroy."
Wendy's head rolled to the side as she groggily regained consciousness. As she came to her senses, she realized that she was no longer in the hospital. Instead, she was in a dark room, with the only light a small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling above her. The room looked to be concrete, with a heavy metal door on the wall across from her. She tried to move, but realized that her arms and legs were strapped to the chair that she was sitting on.
"Please, don't overexert yourself," Said a voice from the darkness. "You'll want to save your strength."
"Where am I?" Asked Wendy. "Who are you?"
"Fascinating," said the voice. "Most people panic when they awake from sedation, but you are calm. You are strong willed."
"I've been through worse," said Wendy.
"Oh yes," Said the voice. "We are aware of your actions during the apocalypse. I have to say, it is an honor to be standing in your presence."
"Then why don't you show yourself so I can give you an autograph," Said Wendy.
"Yes, perhaps it is time we meet." Stepping from the shadows was a man in a black robe. His face was obscured by a silver mask, open only at the eyes, which shined eerily as he stepped into the light. Wendy felt a chill run down her spine, but didn't show any reaction.
"Who are you?" Wendy said again.
"We are the enlightened ones," said the man. "We seek to liberate the world. To set it free."
"What do you want with me?" Asked Wendy.
"Your friend," said the man. "You are going to bring him to us."
Wendy's mind was going a mile a minute. They must have been the people that Dipper was worried about. Now they were using her as bait to trap him here. She couldn't let that happen.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Wendy defiantly.
Without warning, the man smacked her across the face. Wendy felt blood seeping from a cut on her lip. "That was just a taste," said the man. "We have many ways of making you talk."
"Do your worst," said Wendy.
"Very well," said the man. He turned and wheeled a metal surgical table filled with a frightening assortment of tools and implements of torture the likes of which Wendy had never seen before. He picked up what looked like an electric cattle prod, one that she saw farmers use to move their cows. He stuck it into her chest, and Wendy screamed as she felt a strong electric current run through her entire body.
"Call the boy to us," her interrogator said. "Speak his name!"
Wendy spat in the man's face in response. He pressed the cattle prod into her chest again, and Wendy screamed in pain. He continued three more times before letting up.
"Don't put yourself through this child," Said the interrogator. "Just speak his name."
"Never," said Wendy, breathing heavily.
"Then you bring this upon yourself," the man reached back to the table and pulled out a large soldering iron, holding it to her exposed arm. Wendy screamed as the iron burned her flesh. He held it there for several minutes before moving onto the next arm.
"Call his name!" Shouted the Interrogator. "Bring him to your rescue! DO IT!"
"Go to hell!" Shouted Wendy. He pressed the iron into her arm again, and Wendy felt as if she was going to black out from the pain. The interrogator stopped abruptly at the sound of the door behind him opening. Another hooded figure appeared, bowing and closing the door behind him.
"I left specific instructions that I was not to be disturbed!" Said the interrogator impatiently. "Never mind. Come and assist me." He turned back to the table of torture tools, picking up a pair of pliers. She swallowed hard as she realized they were going to start pulling her teeth out. The man behind the interrogator complied with his master and took to his side.
"Your resolve is admirable," said the Interrogator. "But you won't be able to keep this up forever. You're going to give us what we want."
"I'd rather die," said Wendy.
"All in good time," Said the Interrogator. "But first, you are going to call Dipper Pines here to us."
Before he could advance on Wendy, the hooded man next to him drew a gun from beneath his robes and shot the Interrogator square in the head with a laser blast, sending him careening away from them and hitting the wall with a dull thud before sprawling lifelessly onto the floor.
"She doesn't have to," said the man, removing his hood to reveal -
"Dipper!" Said Wendy. Dipper holstered his weapon and immediately ran to Wendy's side, using a knife to cut her free from her bindings.
"I'm gonna get you out of here," said Dipper, helping her out of the chair. "Are you hurt?"
"I'll be fine," said Wendy, embracing him.
"I'm so sorry," said Dipper, returning the embrace. "I should have realized they have infiltrated the hospitals."
"How did you know I was here?" Asked Wendy.
"I'll explain later," Said Dipper. "Right now we need to get out of here." He produced a device from his robes that looked to Wendy like a television remote. He extended his arm, pointing it at the wall, and pressed the middle button, but nothing happened. He pressed the button twice more, but still nothing happened.
"Damn," Dipper said, putting it back in his robes.
"What's wrong?" Said Wendy.
"They've shielded the bunker," Said Dipper. "We have to get outside before we can port away."
"What do you mean?" Asked Wendy.
"Nevermind," said Dipper. "We have to get out of here."
"How are we going to do that?" Said Wendy. "I don't even know where we are."
Dipper pondered for a moment, then walked over to the corpse of the interrogator, removing his robes. "You'll have to put these on," he said.
"Oh, charming," said Wendy, rolling her eyes.
"I'm serious. We need to blend in if we're going to get out of here," said Dipper. He reached into his robes and pulled out a gun, handing it to her. It looked similar to a hand pistol, but had a strange, diamond-like shape to the barrel with a small orb at the end of it instead of a muzzle. "I assume you know how to use a gun?"
"Have you met my dad?" Said Wendy, taking the gun. "I was practically born with a gun in my hands."
"Well, quantum destabilizers are pretty similar," said Dipper. "Just point and shoot."
Wendy put the robes of her captor on and hid the destabilizer underneath them. They put the hoods of their robes on and walked out of the door. They entered into a hallway with two more bodies of their enemies slouched against the wall.
"Did you kill these guys?" Whispered Wendy.
"Not much of a choice," Said Dipper. "Stay close, and make sure no one sees your face." They continued down the hallway, crossing through several intersecting corridors as they made their way deeper into what Wendy could only assume was some sort of military bunker. Dipper stopped abruptly and put his finger to his lips, peeking around the corner.
"There's at least four guards covering the entrance," Said Dipper. "I was able to bluff past one of them undetected, but this might be too difficult." Wendy and Dipper suddenly jumped as a loud alarm sounded around them, a red light flashing in sequences.
"Damn," said Dipper. "They must have found the bodies. Quick, this way!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down the corridor. Wendy was still injured, but she kept pace with him. Dipper stopped at the foot of a metal staircase and pulled out a smartphone, muttering to himself as he scrolled through some images across the screen.
"Schematics don't show any other exits on this floor," Said Dipper. He sighed, putting the smartphone away. "Looks like we're going up!"
He and Wendy quickly ascended the metal staircase in front of them, going up at least four flights before finally topping at the top. Wendy had to stop and catch her breath, still woozy from the effects of the anesthetic they gave her.
"Hang in there, Wendy," Said Dipper, patting her on the back. "We'll be out of here soon."
"Hey, you there!"
Dipper tensed like a cat as he turned to the voice behind them. Two robed figures were running towards them. "This area is restricted during lockdown," said the one closest to them. "You should know that!"
"Then what are you doing here?" Dipper shot back.
"Watch your tone, boy," Said the man dangerously. "Who are you? What is your authorization number?"
"Authorization," Said Dipper, searching through his robes. "I have it right here!" Dipper backhanded the guard, causing him to fly backward and hit the ground hard. The quickly grabbed the other guard and slammed his head into the wall, knocking him unconscious before he could react.
"Jeez, Dipper," Said Wendy.
"Let's go," Said Dipper. "Someone will have heard that."
They ran down the corridor, stopping abruptly as a flash of light zoomed past their heads. Dipper and Wendy turned behind them to see several guards following them, shooting at them with weapons similar to Dipper's Quantum Destabilizers. Dipper immediately stepped in front of Wendy, firing back at them. The guards ducked behind cover as Dipper and Wendy continued to fire at them. They stopped as they came across a metal door at the end of the hallway.
"Cover me!" Said Dipper. Wendy compiled and continued firing at the guards as they attempted to pursue them.
"We can't keep this up forever!" Said Wendy.
"Hold on," Said Dipper. Finally, he was able to wrench the metal door open, light from the outside spilling into the dark corridor. Dipper and Wendy ran through and shut it behind them. Dipper took out his gun and fired a long, steady beam at the door handle, welding it closed.
"That won't hold them for long," Said Dipper.
Wendy turned but stopped as she took in the area around her. They were on top of a large mountain cliffside. She recognized it as it was near the campgrounds her father and brothers would go to every summer. It was at least several miles outside of Gravity Falls.
"Now what do we do?" Said Wendy walking to the edge of the cliff. She could hear the people behind her attempting to open the door.
"Do you trust me?" Said Dipper.
"Yes," said Wendy. "Why-"
Wendy screamed as Dipper pushed her forward, plummeting off the edge of the cliff, before jumping after her. The ground was approaching quickly, and she braced herself for impact. Instantly, a large, green wall of energy opened beneath them, and as they passed through it, the ground below was replaced by the crashing waves of the ocean. Wendy and Dipper plunged into the cold water. Wendy was a good swimmer, even when injured, and quickly swam to the surface.
"What the hell?!" She gasped when she broke through the surface of the water.
"You said you trust me!" Said Dipper next to her.
"That doesn't mean shove me off a freakin' cliff!" Said Wendy crossly.
"We got away, didn't we?" Said Dipper, laughing.
"But where are we?!" Said Wendy. In answer to her question, she turned to the sound of a loud foghorn. A fishing trawler was approaching their location, visible only barely through a thick layer of fog. When it finally reached them, a rope ladder was thrown over the side for them to climb up. As they made it to the deck of the ship, Wendy took a moment to catch her breath when she realized someone was offering her a towel. She looked up to see the weathered face of Stan Pines looking at her.
"Heya, Wendy!" Said Stan. "Welcome aboard the 'Stan o' War II!"