Author's Note: Hey Everyone! Soooo...yeah, it's been two years. I don't really have an excuse. College and life were factors, yes, but I honestly hit a creative lull after my last upload and didn't keep up with what I needed to write and when. So, to prevent this from happening in the future, I've drafted several chapters in advance. I hope to keep working ahead in order to make sure installments get out in time. As of right now this fic will be recieving monthly updates (just like my Reverse Falls story). I apologise for the incredibly long delay.

Thank you all so much for the follows, favorites and reviews in the intervening time.

Gravity Falls and the Flash are not mine.

Chapter 3: Storm Front

"Everything went black, and next thing I know I'm waking up at the Lab!" Mabel finished. She snapped her fingers. "Just like that. Didn't even feel like a full night's sleep." She surveyed her friends' stunned reactions from the other side of their table. Greasy's Diner was in the middle of its regular lunch crowd, which surrounded the friends as they waited for their food. Everyone was going about their daily business as if nothing was wrong, which felt strange. Mabel knew there was no reason why anyone should be acting weird – well, weirder than normal – as the accident had happened nine months ago. But for her, it had only been two days. What was still a milestone event to her was the topic of hushed whispers and the occasional side conversation. It almost made Mabel feel like an alien in her own town. She didn't like it.

"It's so weird to think you've missed nine months of stuff," Patty remarked, fingering the straw of her iced drink. "Donatello RiCaprio finally won an Oscar, Space Battles got a new movie…you don't even know who died in Angry Shirtless Archer Guy!"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me!" Mabel said, plugging her ears.

"How are you and your brother going to make up sophomore year?" Rebekah asked.

"Dip Dop called the school this morning," Mabel said. "Apparently there's this test me and Dipper can take at the end of the summer, and if we pass, we'll be able to move up to eleventh grade when school starts up again."

"Ugh, so you have to study over the summer?" Patty said. She stuck out her tongue. "Gross."

"Yeah," Mabel said. "But you girls will help, right?" Patty and Rebekah exchanged a look.

"I don't know Mabel…" Patty said, running a hand through her dirty blonde hair.

"School over the summer?" Rebekah said, resting her pronounced chin in her hand. "I don't like the sound of that."

"I'll make it worth your while," Mabel said. "Besides, you don't want me to stay a grade behind, do you?"

Patty clasped her hands together. "Well, come to think of it…"

"Patty?!"

"Kidding," Patty smirked. "Of course we'll help." Rebekah frowned at her, clearly not on board with getting looped in. Mabel gave her a dose of puppy dog eyes, and Rebekah sighed.

"Yeah, okay," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Great!" Mabel said. "Now that that's settled, let's kick this summer into high gear! All we have to do is wait for Grenda."

"Uh, Mabel." Rebekah said. "You need to know something before Grenda shows up."

"What?" Mabel said. A wave of goosebumps made their way down her arms and a pit began to form in her stomach. "What's wrong?"

Patty drew circles on the table with her index finger. "Mabel…the night the Infinity Engine went off, you were hit with some pretty bright lighting. Rebekah and I were looking away at the time, but Grenda-"

"The party is here!" came a loud, bellowing voice from the front of the diner, accompanied by the loud slam of a wooden door. Light poured into the room as Grenda Gosling herself tumbled into diner holding a long white-and-red stick in her right hand.

"Grenda!" Mabel said, dashing from her table. She slammed into her friend, enveloping her in a bear hug. Grenda lurched back for a second, as if in fear, before pulling Mabel deeper into the hug.

"Oh my gosh, Mabel!" Grenda said. "This is like, the best! You're okay!"

"And so are you!" Mabel pulled back to give her friend a good look over. "It's nice to see you-"

Mabel stopped dead in her tracks, her ecstatic demeanor quickly suffocated by a cold emptiness. Grenda smiled back at her with greyish-white pupils. "It's great to see you too! Well, not see, because… well…. Man, I can't wait to catch up! It's been so long."

Mabel continued to stare at her friend's once vibrant brown eyes, which always seemed to contain so much life and near insanity. Those eyes that had carried such honesty, such genuineness, now replaced with tarnished white orbs.

Mabel swallowed. "G-grenda? Wh…what happened to you?" Grenda's eyebrows knitted together and her head drooped forward.

"I…" Grenda began. "That storm that hit after the Infinity Engine blew up, the one that put you in that coma, it…the lightning got super bright and…I can't see anymore." Grenda did her best to perk up.

"But it's cool!" she tried, her voice cracking a bit. "I can play guessing games every time I accidentally bump into something. They even gave me this cool stick!" Grenda pointed to her walking aid. "I have no idea what it looks like, but it feels cool. Like I'm a Jedi or something!"

Grenda held up her stick and swung it around, making swishing sounds with her mouth. "Eh, eh?"

Mabel was in a whirlwind of emotions. Her friend, one of the best people she knew, had been hurt by the Infinity Engine. The same one that had put her and her brother in a coma for nine months. Only for Grenda, there was no waking up, no moment of repair where everything would go back to the way it was before. Grenda was blind. Good, sweet, kind, innocent Grenda who hadn't done a thing in the world to deserve this. As the pit burrowed deeper into Mabel's stomach, her skin began to heat up. It gradually rose in intensity, like a sunburn flaring up all over, but Mabel was too distraught to notice.

"Mabel…" Patty said, approaching her friend alongside Rebekah. "We tried to warn you…"

"It's fine, Mabel, really." Grenda said. She flashed Mabel a grin to prove her point. Mabel knew her friend better than that.

"I…Grenda…." Mabel said, her voice cracking and her eyes starting to tear up. Rebekah reached out to touch her friend's shoulder in a comforting gesture, only to recoil after making brief contact.

"Ow!" Rebekah said, glancing at her red hand. "Mabel, you're…you're hot!"

"What?" Mabel asked, briefly snapping out of her funk. Rebekah showed the others her hand.

"I don't know how, but you burned me."

"What?" said Patty. "That's ridiculous."

"I swear, gals!" Rebekah said. She shook her hand in an attempt to cool it down. "I touched you, Mabel, and you burned my hand!" Mabel touched her own shoulder.

"It's a little warm I guess, but I'm not burning or anything." Mabel said. "Although I do feel a little weird."

"Rebekah's just a drama queen-" Patty assured, nudging Mabel with her elbow. Her eyes bulged and she quickly drew her newly red elbow back, clutching it with her hand. "Ow! What the heck?"

"I told you," Rebekah said, blowing on her hand. Mabel frowned.

"What's going on?" she said.

"Grenda wants to try!" Grenda said. She reached for her friend.

"Grenda, no!" Mabel said, stepping back and throwing out her hand in at attempt to keep Grenda away. A shower of sparks erupted from her palm, narrowly missing Grenda's head and hitting the back wall of the diner. The wood erupted into flames, a small boom echoing through the room. The diner patrons and Mabel's friends, previously occupied with their respective meals and burns, dropped open their mouths in awe.

"Fire, y'all!" a patron yelled, and the diner bustled with activity, each person grabbing what they could of their meal and bolting for the door. Patty and Rebekah guided Grenda towards the door and gestured for Mabel to follow. Mabel, after studying the damage she accidentally caused, followed them out. As soon as the group made it into the summer air she dashed away. Her friends shouted after her, but Mabel just kept running. She ran and ran, putting as much distance between them as she could in case something happened again.

What the heck was that? When was she able to shoot sparkles out of her hands? And why were they not the cool, pretty, decorative kind instead of the dangerous, fire-hazard ones that could hurt her friends? Mabel didn't know, no matter how much she thought about it as she kept running. And she must have been really thinking about it, as she was so distracted that she smacked right into someone on her way to nowhere.

"Agh!" Dipper complained, rubbing his head. "Watch where you're-" His eyes widened when he realized who he was talking to. "Mabel! I was just looking for you!" Mabel took to nursing her own head. Dipper looked disheveled, more so than usual, and his eyes didn't stop twitching. He got back on his feet. "I've got so much to tell you! I was out in the forest-"

"Never mind all that!" Mabel said, leaping to her feet. "Dipper, I was out with my friends when Grenda came in, and she was blind!"

"Grenda's blind?" Dipper asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Because of Mandell's stupid machine!" Mabel said. She was starting to hyperventilate as the distress returned to her. And with it, the heat in her skin.

"And then I got all upset about it, and then I got really hot-"

"You what now?" Dipper asked, taking a step back.

"Not like that!" Mabel said. "And then Rebekah and Patty tried to touch me and got burned-"

"Mabel…"Dipper cut in, noticing Mabel's skin beginning to glow.

Mabel ignored him. "And then Grenda tried to touch me and I didn't want her to get hurt and I put my hand out and these killer sparkle things shot out of me and blew stuff up!" Dipper was staring at her.

"Like those?" he asked, pointing. Mabel looked down at herself. Small sparkles were flying off of her in every direction before fizzing out and dying.

"Uh….yeah…."Mabel said. She turned her hands over, noting how much she resembled a sparkler. "Except they were just coming from my hand and were a lot less frizzly." The twins looked to each other, nodding with the same thought.

"We need help," They said in unison.

"You've come to the right place, Mr. and Ms. Pines." Dr. Mandell said, stroking his beard.

It was just after noon. After Mabel's predicament, the twins had decided to return to the one place that might understand what was happening to them. On the way to Mandell Labs, Dipper had told Mabel of his own experience, describing the incident in the forest and the voices that had haunted his ears. Upon entering the Lab Dr. Mandell had sat them down and asked for all the details. As they relayed their sides of the story, Dipper noticed the interns give each other significant looks. Mandell himself was largely unreadable, but Dipper got the feeling that he had expected something like this would happen.

"There's a simple explanation for your respective predicaments," Mandell continued, eyeing the twins with interest. "The Infinity Engine, upon its detonation, must have altered your genetic makeup in different and…unanticipated ways. You've become, for lack of a better phrase, metahuman."

"Wait," Dipper said, frowning. "Altered our genetic makeup? You mean…"

"This is permanent?!" Mabel finished. Mandell held up his hands.

"Until we determine otherwise, Ms. Pines, that may be the case."

Dipper and Mabel looked to each other. This…this wasn't real. It couldn't be…right? They turned back to Mandell, but found no indication that the words he said were false.

"It's a lot to take in," Wendy offered. The redhead was leaning against the wall, arching her eyebrows upwards. "But it'll get better with time. I promise." Her lips curled into a small smile.

Dipper blushed, then realized he was looking at Wendy a bit too long and turned his attention back to his sister. She was putting up a smile to mirror Wendy's. Despite the effort, however, her entire body seemed to droop. Dipper's gut churned. He wanted more than anything to raise her spirits, but was drawing a blank on any positive way to spin this.

"I…" Mabel started. "I guess I can heat up food without a microwave now! That's cool….I guess."

"Aw dude, that would be sweet dawg!" Soos chucked. "I totally wish I had powers like that." Mabel's skin began to glow. Candy walked toward her and put out an arm to clasp her shoulder.

"It's ok, Mabel." she said. "Everything's going to be-"

At the same time, Dipper held out a hand towards Candy. "Um, wait-"

"Don't touch!" Mabel said, leaping backwards. Her body flared to life once again with sparks peeling off in every conceivable direction. They danced around her hands, hungry to be unleashed on whatever Mabel aimed them at. A stunned silence settled over the room, save for the fizzling whispers of Mabel's sparks.

"Wow," Wendy said. Mabel glanced down at herself in a panic.

"What do I do?" she said. "What do I do?"

"It's alright Mabel, try to calm down!" Dipper said in the most soothing tone he could muster. He edged over to his sister.

"Breathe, Ms. Pines." Dr Mandell said. The light of the sparks reflected off his glasses, obscuring his eyes. "In and out. Feel the warmth of your skin and the coolness of your breath. With every exhalation, let that breath cool the flames."

Mabel followed Mandell's instruction, taking deep breaths. Dipper stood by her side, just close enough that she could feel him next to her. With the small distance he currently had, he could feel the heat against his skin like he was just a little too close to a campfire. With every breath, the sparks flared a bit, then lowered in intensity. Finally, the last of them faded and Dipper embraced his sister. Mabel held her brother close, clenching his shirt as if for dear life.

"If that happens again," Dipper could hear Mandell saying to Wendy. "can I count on you to keep it contained?" Wendy spoke in a low assent. Mandel moved forward, his cane making a loud tik against the floor.

"Well then," Mandell said, beginning to smile. "Let's get to work."

The room was half the size of a football field. It reminded Dipper of an oversized padded room, with the walls and ceiling lined with an almost poofy white metal while the floor looked like dark obsidian. Glancing from an observation deck lined with blast-proof glass, he watched as Mabel was outfitted by Candy, Wendy, and Soos with padded clothing and wires. The machinery of the observation deck was outfitted with several monitors displaying Mabel's heart, energy readings, bodyheat, etc. Mabel glanced up at her brother. Even as far away as he was, Dipper could still read her like an open book. Fear, anxiety, uncertainty – Mabel was radiating all of it. The most positive person in his life, and she was more frightened by all this than he was. Mandell leaned forward at the controls, activating an intercom.

"Fear not, Ms. Pines." he said. "This room was designed to withstand a rocket launch. There's nothing in here you can destroy." Dipper winced. Despite his best intentions, it was clear Mandell didn't know Mabel or what she needed to hear at all.

"Ms. Corduroy, Mr. Ramirez, Ms. Chu." he continued. "Take her through some basic tests. Nothing too strenuous. I'll return soon." Wendy, Soos, and Candy nodded in ascent, finishing up outfitting Mabel. Dipper cocked an eyebrow.

"Where are you going?" he asked. Mandell made his way towards the door.

"It's not where I'm going, Mr. Pines." he said, not looking back. "It's where we're going. Come, we need to discuss the abilities you yourself have developed."

"I can't just leave Mabel," Dipper said, looking back to his sister. Mandell's interns were trying to console her, but Mabel shifted away from their touch. "She needs me."

"Your sister will be fine. She's attended by the most capable people I know." Opening the door, he turned back to Dipper. "We're burning daylight, Mr. Pines. Unless you can suggest a more efficient way to spend our time, I suggest you come with me." Dipper looked at him, then back at Mabel, then at the ground, shutting his eyes.

"Fine," he said, jogging after Mandell. "But not too long."

"You have my word," Mandell said, guiding Dipper through the doorway and into the hall. "Now, the nature of your sister's abilities seems clear, but yours is another story. You said you heard whispers when you were in the forest?"

"Yeah," Dipper said. He slowed his agitated pace to let Mandell take the lead. "And on and off since then." The two reached the reception hall, which was brightly lit by the midday sunlight pouring in from the glass doors. Dipper swore he could see an entire layer of dust and cobwebs coating the desk.

"Well," the Doctor said, opening the front door. "Let's work with the lead we have, shall we?"

The two trudged through the grass. Well, Dipper trudged. Mandell moved at a glacial pace, one that Dipper noted he needed to adjust to. The whispers began to return, and Dipper shook his head.

"The whispers?" Mandell said.

"A little," Dipper said. "Not as bad as before."

"Let's keep going, then."

They were about to reach the elongated shadows of the treeline when the whispers reached a new intensity. It felt like Dipper was getting struck in the head repeatedly with a battering ram.

AFLWSS! xalata! okatav! lemcre! oDihSC! tocIih! lcaBsu!

Dipper winced, clasping his hands over his ears. Mandell raised an eyebrow.

"It's too much," Dipper said. "It hurts."

"I can see that," Mandell said. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of purple, fuzzy earmuffs. He handed them to Dipper. They felt oddly snug against his head, with the soft texture and warmth of the material having a calming effect. Almost immediately, the whispers lowered several decibels.

"Better?"

Dipper paused, then nodded. "I can still hear it, but not as loud." He frowned. "But I hear you loud and clear. How-"

Mandell waved his hand dismissively. "A charming little side project. Work on the Infinity Engine became very grading on the ears at times, but clear communication was crucial. Ms. Chu and I managed to create a material that cancels out the majority of sound waves, but lets the typical frequency of speech patterns pass through."

"That's…really impressive."

"We're getting off subject. I need you to concentrate. Think of something calming. A favorite subject, perhaps?"

Dipper took a deep breath, letting the breeze settle on his skin. He began listing the odd phenomena he had catalogued in Gravity Falls in his head. Species, special traits, inexplicable visuals…with every second, the noise lowered until he could barely hear it anymore. When he finally looked back at Mandell, the doctor was staring at him intently, a smile playing on the edge of his face.

"I think I may know what's wrong with you."

"Really?" Dipper said, scratching the fuzz on the earmuffs.

Mandell gestured to the forest before them. The trees swayed hypnotically in the wind. "I think you can hear them."

Dipper's brow creased. "Hear what?"

"The trees."

There was silence. Then Dipper burst out laughing, holding his sides as he shook. "Good one. That's a good one, I'll give you that."

Mandell stood silently, not giving any indication of a joke.

"Wait…you're serious?"

"Trees are living things too, Dipper." Mandell leaned on his cane. "They don't have a brain or heart like you or me, but they live nonetheless. Tell me, what types of location are most famous for being haunted in literature and myth?"

Dipper scratched his chin. "Houses, forests, castles and graveyards."

"All locations associated with death, including death of trees. Forests are an obvious example, but many houses have a tendency to be made from wood as well. Dead trees." Mandell scratched his beard, taking in the forest around them. "Folklore abounds with haunted forests where it feels like the trees themselves are watching you. A fascinating field of study, to be sure."

"So…I can just hear…what? Their conversations? Their thoughts?" Dipper shook his head. "This…is a little far-fetched, even for me."

"It may be that you've exclusively formed a bond with the trees of Gravity Falls." Mandell turned to the lab. "Remember, they were saturated with the same energy you were. Whatever life force and sentience they may have had before, one can only assume it's gotten stronger. Mutated, even."

Dipper crossed his arms. "I gotta admit, of all the superpowers I could've gotten, this sounds kinda lame."

Mandell turned back to Dipper. "You'd rather have your sister's current predicament?"

"That's…not what I meant."

"I'm not sure that this is the full extent of your abilities, Mr. Pines." Mandell tapped the grass with his cane. "Remember, you and your sister were both out for nine months. If she has the sheer raw power I suspect, one would assume that yours would be comparably extensive." He gestured to Dipper's earmuffs. "This could be only a symptom of a much wider range of abilities, one that we need to keep a close eye on. But for now, Mr. Pines, let's focus on tackling what we know."

Mandell moved closer to Dipper. "I'm going to try taking the earmuffs off now."

Dipper backed up. "Oh, no no. I don't want to go through that again."

"If we don't exercise this muscle, it'll never get stronger." Mandell reached for the earmuffs. "When I take these off, try to single out one voice from the noise. Focus on it. Try to hear what it's telling you." Dipper breathed out, shaking his head and shutting his eyes.

"Ok," he said. "Let's get this over with."

The Doctor jerked the headphones off Dipper. All at once the noise came back. The sharpness against his ears made Dipper double over and fall to his knees, clutching the sides of his head with a death grip. He felt like an entire room of people was shrieking right in his ear. The trees swayed in front of him as if to mock his pain, and Dipper could swear Mandell was still smiling, though that could just be the pain making him see things. The landscape before Dipper started to haze, and he could feel his breakfast rising in his throat as a hot, foul mess. Dipper gulped.

Focus. He needed to focus. But not like he had before, where he had distracted himself with creature stats to drown out the noise. He needed to pick out an individual from the crowd. One voice to hear. Now that he thought about it, there were different inflections that were going in and out his ears. Some more shrill and loud, others quiet. Some bitter, some shy, and some boisterous. And…they were a part of him. He didn't know how to describe it. It was laughing and staying quiet at the same time. Tears held in. Pain and anguish mixed with a largeness that he couldn't quite describe. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he felt that doing that would mean getting lost in a whirlwind of unities that he couldn't escape.

One voice…there was one starting to take shape. One that was smaller compared to many of the others, yet had a quiet strength to it, like a brick wall behind a canvas.

It was singing.

AFLWSS! xalata! okatav! lemcre! oDihSC! tocIih! lcaBsu!

AFL! S! xal! t! oka! a! lem! r! oDi! S! toc! i! lca! s!

"That's enough for now."

The voices returned to a dulled collection of whispers as Dipper felt fuzz slip onto his head. Dr. Mandell reached back to clasp his cane, a tiny purple strand still clinging to his hand.

"WHY…" Dipper winced, readjusting to his own voice. "Why did you make me stop?"

Mandell tapped his fingers to his ear. Frowning, Dipper touched below his own ears and felt liquid. He brought his fingers back. A trickle of warm blood glinted in the light of the sun.

"Didn't want you going deaf," Mandell said. "Your newfound abilities are a gift, Mr. Pines. It would be a shame to lose them already." Dipper rose to his feet, feeling a new void in the pit of his stomach. Being cut off from that intensity…it was like losing a limb. He'd only felt this way once before….Dipper shook his head. One pain at a time.

"We'll try to find a way to make the transition process more comfortable." Mandell was saying. He raised an eyebrow when he realized Dipper wasn't listening. "Something the matter, Mr. Pines?"

"It's nothing." Dipper gestured back to Mandell Labs. "We should probably check on Mabel."

"I'm sure Sh…she's doing fine." Mandell cleared his throat, pulling at his bow tie.

Mandell's walkie talkie buzzed to life with Soos's voice. "Uh, Mr. Mandell? Hey, you should probably get back in here. Mabel may or may not have blown up a wall."

Dipper had taken off towards the lab before Mandell started on his cane.

"Perhaps I gave her too much credit…"

Stepping through the new gaping hole in the wall, Dipper's jaw dropped. The pristine metallic walls were seared pitch black, with small specks of untouched white dotted around the room. It looked like a kid had taken a pencil and scribbled all over a sheet of paper. In the middle of it all was his sister, holding herself tight and crying into her hand. Dipper didn't even register his legs moving. All he knew was that a second later he was right next to her, consciously having to slow himself down to not bump into Candy as she was trying to calm her.

"Don't get close!" Mabel said, inching away. "I don't want to burn you!"

"It's ok, Mabel," Candy said, halting her advance. She reached out her arms, trying to close more of the distance between her and her friend.

"Try to breathe, Mabel." Dipper said.

Mabel's eyes, red from crying, rose from their hiding place. "What the heck do you think I'm doing?"

Dipper backed a step. Mabel turned away from him. He could hear her sniffing, and each sound felt like a tear in his heart. He hadn't seen her this miserable since…well, since their first years in Gravity Falls. When she still woke up screaming from the nightmares of their parents.

"I'm sorry," she said, blowing her nose into her shirt. "Just…don't get any closer. Please."

Detecting soft conversation behind him, Dipper turned to see Wendy and Soos assessing the damage, glancing every now and then at Mabel.

"Did you feel how warm it got…."

"…almost went blind…."

"…think she's going to be ok?"

"My my," Dr. Mandell said, making his way through the hole in the wall. He whistled. "We're going to need to reinforce this place. Put that on the docket, Soos." The man turned his attention to Mabel, clicking his cane against the ground. "Young lady, your energy output is truly remarkable. I can't wait to see how far you can really test your limits-"

"Are you kidding me?!" Mabel's skin sparked as she stormed up to Mandell. "You need to fix me! This entire thing is your fault!"

"I suggest calming down," Dr. Mandell said. "before you burn any more of my building down. We wouldn't want that, would we?"

Despite her rage, Mabel began to breathe deeply, and with every breath more sparks died out. Dipper took his place beside his sister. He reached out, then retracted his hand.

"Now," Dr. Mandell straightened his bow tie. "Do you have a grievance you would like to discuss?"

"You did this to us," Mabel said, her eyes tearing up. "Your dumb machine hurt people. You…you blinded my friend." She pointed an accusatory finger at the doctor, who remained stoic. "You're gonna fix her. You're gonna fix us. You owe us that much."

"Do you have any idea what your abilities could mean?" Mandell straightened up on his cane. "Dozens were hurt, yes. Do you think I don't know that?" He gestured to his injured leg. "Do you think there's a single person in this room who doesn't know that? I lost everything to that machine. I lost my reputation, my dreams, my freedom."

He jabbed a finger at them. "Then you and your brother come along. Hidden within your genetic codes is a way to stop the energy crisis, gateways to new fields of study, treasures untold. You two are gifts snatched from the ashes of failure. So forgive me if I'm more focused on the future of our world than on your hurt little feelings."

The room went quiet. The interns looked to each other, at a loss for what to do. Mabel stepped forward, her body rigid and her fists clenched shut. Dipper made no move to stop her.

"If you're going to strike a cripple, Ms. Pines," Mandell said. "I suggest you get it over with. We have much work to do."

Mabel raised her fist, her entire arm shaking. Mandell made no movement. Blinking her tears away, Mabel rushed past the man and fled through the hole in the wall. Mandell turned to Dipper, who held his gaze.

"And you, Mr. Pines? Do you have anything you wish to add?"

Dipper shook his head and began to follow his sister out. Reaching the hole, he turned back to Mandell.

"You suck, man." Dipper said. He exited, leaving the doctor and his interns to their silence.

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