A/N: The f word will be used more often. Is that still fine for being rated T or should I bump it up to M?
Dipper gasped for breath when he finally reached the Mystery Shack. He just sprinted a mile and a half with the heavy statue in his arms. It took him a whole five minutes just to catch his breath. Once he controlled his breath, he picked up the statue again and went into the Shack.
Luckily, the Shack was empty at the moment. Melody was dusting off the cash register, and Wendy swept the gift shop floor. They were startled when they heard the abrupt jingle of the bell on the door.
"Welcome to the Mystery Shack. How can I help you?" Said Melody, still dusting the register, not looking at Dipper.
"Hi guys," said Dipper, still out of breath. "Have you seen Grunkles Stan and Ford?"
Wendy turned around. "Haven't seen them yet-holy crap Dipper, what happened to you?" He was drenched in sweat.
"Is Soos here?" Dipper asked with urgency in his voice. He wasn't messing around.
"Yeah, he's in the office." Said Wendy. Dipper rushed past her, carrying the statue. "Is that-"
"Yes it is, Wendy. Please I haven't much time." Said Dipper, still moving toward the office, which had its door closed. He stopped at the door, and knocked on it. "Soos? It's Dipper. It's really important."
"Yeah dawg, come on in." Said Soos as he opened up the door. "What's up dude?"
"Soos, this is really important. I want you to take this statue, lock it up in this room, and put the key in a place only you would know." Said Dipper quickly, handing Soos Cipher's statue.
"Sure, dude. But why? And where's Mabel?"
"I'll tell you later, but I really have to go. Just please lock the statue up in this room and don't let anyone touch it. Not even Melody or Wendy, and not even you."
"Uh, sure dawg." Replied Soos with a somewhat perplexed look on his face.
"Thanks, Soos." Said Dipper as he started sprinting towards the exit door. He passed Wendy and Melody, who also shared puzzled faces.
Round two. Thought Dipper to himself as he grabbed journal number four and sprinted out back into the woods. "I'm coming, Mabel!" He picked up his already impressive sprint.
. . . .
Mabel groaned, dizzy and confused. Her eyes couldn't focus, and she had a splitting headache. She tried sitting up, but she lacked the energy and fell hard on the ground again. She struggled to remain conscious.
"Well, well, well." Said an all too familiar voice, echoing through the woods. Mabel couldn't pinpoint where exactly the voice was coming from. "Look who decided to wake up."
"Show yourself, Bill." She said very weakly, trying to make herself look threatening.
"Shhhhh." Mabel felt a finger held against her lips, shushing her. "I need you rested for the ritual." Then she heard something spraying. Mabel breathed the gas in. Knockout gas. She thought as she plummeted back into unconsciousness.
. . . .
Dipper's lungs burned. He has never run this fast this long before. Sweat caked him, making his t-shirt stick to his chest. His legs begged for a rest, but he ignored it. Mabel needed him. He couldn't quit. Not now. He rushed past where they had lunch earlier. Hang on, Mabel.
Dipper tripped on a root and stumbled down, having a very rough landing.
"Ughh." He spat out some blood, and clutched the large gash on his left arm. This isn't stopping me. He thought and grimaced in pain. It hurt even thinking. He forced himself to get up. Thankfully, his ankles didn't hurt too much, and in a second, he was off again, screaming Mabel's name.
. . . .
Ford shivered. Something was wrong. He could sense it. He had the exact same hunch the day before. He stopped and turned over to his twin.
"Stanley, something's wrong." Stan immediately stopped what he was doing.
"You mean…the kids?" Said Stan, horror bubbling in his voice.
"I pray I'm wrong." Said Ford. Right as he said this, Dipper's loud cry of Mabel's name.
"We have to hurry!" Said Stan, running towards where Dipper's scream originated from. Ford sprinted right behind him. Stanley had flaws, but his best characteristic was that he always put family first. Ford admired Stan with that. Ford wished he had thought that way more, especially thirty-three years ago before he was exiled into the other dimension.
Hang on, kids. Thought Ford as he quickened his pace to keep up with Stan's.
. . . .
Dammit. Thought Bill. All three are searching. If they find her, my plans would drastically fail. I need more time. Just two more hours and they can have the little brat. I need some kind of distraction. He pondered in thought. I know what to do with the gramps, but what to do with the boy? Bill didn't like this. He had to admit. Dipper had determination. He'd never seen anybody who'd go through so much trouble just for a person. Bill's face brightened up. I've got it.
He stood up with his tiny legs and stretched a little. Next to him lay two unconscious bodies: Mabel and Fiddleford McGucket, bound in chains. Well, let's get this over with. He thought as he possessed McGucket. Fiddleford's body stood up unnaturally, blinking each eye at different times. They turned pale yellow, and McGucket walked in the direction that he knew Dipper was coming by.
Biddleford hummed to himself as his hands burst in light blue flames as he started torching the forest floors and some trees. Not enough to destroy the forest, but enough to distract him for enough time. He walked back and rested against the tree next to Mabel. He put himself back in the chains, left Fiddleford's body, and flew towards where Stan and Ford were coming near. He laughed to himself as he hummed again, flying.
. . . .
Dipper's vision started getting blurry, and he started getting dizzy. He'd lost a lot of blood. He used all of his bandage to cover it up, but it already bled through in 20 minutes. He calculated that he had about two hours before he blacked out.
He kept running until he reached where he and Mabel found Bill's statue. He hoped that Soos listened to him.
"Mabel!" Yelled Dipper, wheezing. Mabel was nowhere to be found. He decided to look deeper. That's the only place where she's gotta be. He took off again, going deeper into the woods, proceeding to scream his sister's name.
Ten minutes later, Dipper started smelling smoke. That's not good. He thought. He picked up his pace.
He kept searching for another 45 minutes, and with each minute, he gets more dizzy and his headache worsens. Everything hurts so much, but Dipper ignored the pain. He continued pushing on.
Dipper stopped very suddenly. What the hell? He looked at the forest in front of him. Twenty feet in front of him was the mforest fire, glowing blue. Dipper knew who was behind this. That triangular douchebag. Smokey the bear's gonna hate you.
When he thought this, he heard a semi-muffled scream. Mabel! He went to run towards her scream, but alas, the forest fire stood in his way. Fuck.
Well. I'm about to do the stupidest thing yet. Thought Dipper before he sprinted after backing up a few steps. He bellowed a war cry before he jumped into the flames.
He was smart enough to jump over the shortest wall, and he tumbled back down, having another rough landing. Without thinking, he rolled on the ground to put out any flames that caught his clothes.
He groaned as he dragged himself up. Thankfully he wasn't burnt too badly from the fire, though there were some bad burns on his legs. Hurts like hell, but I'll live. His thoughts were interrupted by Mabel screaming again.
"Dipper! Help me!" Screeched Mabel. Dipper's instincts kicked in as he sprinted out in the direction her call came from.
. . . .
Ford hunched over, and started making disgusting noises. This caught Stan's attention.
"Really, Ford? You're gonna throw up now?" He said jokingly. Ford didn't respond, but continued making choking and gagging sounds. "Ford?" Stan crept in closer, a look of concern on his face. Ford looked up, and glanced at Stan. Pale yellow eyes. Black slits. Ford warned Stan. Stan flashed a look of horror as Ford tackled Stan hard.
"Stanley Pines. I wanted to have a chat with you." Said Ford, in Bill's voice.
"You!" Said Stanley. "Get out of my brother you scalene shithead." Said Stan as he socked BillFord in the face. Sorry sixer.
"Stop struggling Stanley. You wouldn't want to hurt your brother more." Coaxed Bill.
"Dipper!" Yelled a voice in the distance. Stan's face lightened up. It was Mabel's!
"Don't worry sweetie, I'm coming for-" his call was muffled by BillFord's hand over his mouth.
"That little brat." Ad libbed BillFord, his hand still covering Stan's mouth. "Should've gagged her. EW! What was THAT?! THAT'S GROSS, MAN!" He took his hand off and wiped it on Ford's coat. Stan had licked his hand.
"Eh, I've done worse." Replied Stan as he pickpocketed Ford's stun gun out of his pocket without him noticing. He thanked himself for all the years of pickpocketing for this moment. He cocked the gun at BillFord. "Say goodnight, Dorito." He pulled the trigger. A white beam protruded from the nozzle, hitting BillFord right in the torso. He heard Bill say 'dammit' as he fell over. Stan blew the smoke off the nozzle, and put it in his pocket. Now that there's how a badass does it.
Mabel was still screaming Dipper's name. This caught Stan's attention.
"Hang on, Mabel!" He said as he sprinted towards her voice.
A/N: So there's chapter 9. Whew. Already 11k words. Review.