As a heads up there is some torture in this chapter, however if you've made it this far and through Bonded, it's nothing too bad.
Thank you to the reviewers of the last chapter: Fantasy Fan 223, Whiteling, Energy witch, ImpossibleJedi4, Frostbite, TDICELEBRITY14, young red-winged soul, Marisol777, Berrybanana05, and Kenn.
Kenn: You're absolutely right. Abigail is going to make that very point in this chapter.
Marisol777: He's very scared. He'll be even more scared with what happens in this chapter.
The black sedan pulled into the police station where three well-dressed agents waited, each of them wearing shades. The S.W.A.T. leader ordered the driver to stop when the three approached the vehicle. It was the passenger who rolled down the window.
The head agent showed his ID badge reading Aaron Harrison.
"Sir, I have official orders to take the suspect into custody," Harrison said as he pocketed the badge. "It's a matter of national security."
The driver was hesitant, but the leader complied. The vehicle parked and the two S.W.A.T. members ushered the still shackled Bill towards the black van a few feet ahead. Bill glanced up at the leader and an overwhelming dread fell over him.
"No!" Bill yelled. He dug his feet into the pavement. "I'm not going with him." He struggled and the two S.W.A.T. members struggled to keep hold of him.
Harrison held out his right palm and placed it against Bill's chest. A bright blue electric current sparked forcing the other two men to release their hold on the prisoner. Bill stood erect, his fingers and toes pointed and his hair lifted. His mouth hung open in an expression of pure agony, yet he could not scream. A good five seconds passed when Harrison finally let go.
Bill's eyes shut and he fell would have broken his face on the concrete below had the agent not caught him. He handed the unconscious man over to one of the other agents.
"You could've warned us before you tased him!" the S.W.A.T. leader shouted.
Harrison grinned. "You have nothing to worry about," he said revealing the backwards ring around his middle finger. "This device doesn't harm normal human beings."
The federal agent chuckled at the other two men's confused expressions. Over his shoulder he watched the other two in his party store Bill in the windowless backseat where he was strapped to a cot should he wake before they reached their destination.
Harrison locked eyes with the S.W.A.T. members. "We'll take it from here." He put a hand on each of their shoulders. "It's best you don't try searching the case or looking for answers."
With that he spoke his farewell and thanked the men for their cooperation. He slid into the passenger seat of the van and grinned at the driver who took that as the cue to turn the ignition. Harrison glanced back at the unconscious Bill being watched by the third agent. He turned back around and folded his hands in his lap; only a little while longer until he was granted permission to see the bond in action.
Back at the Mystery Shack Stan and Ford were seated in the back of a police car while the federal agents swarmed the inside. Two agents yanked the vending machine off its hinges revealing the hidden doorway. Abigail Powers nearly wet herself in excitement.
She ordered the group to organize a small group to accompany her down into the basement. However, there was something else she needed to do first.
Abigail tossed the red-orange braid behind her back then grinned at the other two Mystery Shack employees who glared back.
"Did either of you know about this secret room?" Powers asked.
"Yes," Soos answered and averted his eyes.
"And you?" she asked Wendy.
"I've never been down there," Wendy hissed.
"That's not what I asked you," Abigail retorted and slapped Wendy across the face.
"Hey!" Soos yelled and yanked himself free from the man who held him. Three more pounced, two grabbing his arms, and a third around his waist.
Powers stepped up to Soos and gripped his chin. "Things aren't looking too good for you right now, Mr. Ramirez," she said. "I'd not do anything else to add to your charges if I were you, and you might be out before you're sixty." She roughly released his face.
Wendy clicked her tongue from behind. Abigail spun and ordered for her and Soos to be arrested as well. Soos was pushed up against the wall and the handcuffs snugly restrained his wrists. They were none too gentle about shackling Wendy either.
The police dragged the two employees outside. Wendy twisted. She kicked the man holding her behind his knee causing him to fall. The teenager made it six feet before she was tackled to the ground. The officer that caught her held her mouth against the wooden planks, muffling her curses most likely meant for him.
"Lock them up and Stanley Pines," Abigail ordered. She grinned then added, "Have Stanford waiting for me in the interrogation room when I return."
As the last of the staff left the building Powers took her position at the front of the line. She grabbed the lantern waiting at the top of the staircase, turned it on, then descended the steps with the other six following closely behind.
They kept their eyes peeled for any possible traps. Abigail stepped onto the elevator and once everyone was inside it automatically lowered to the lab. The others in the group verbally expressed their wonder of the location, while Powers only stepped further inside with a growing smile. From behind she heard and saw flashes of cameras. The crew darted around taking in all the evidence that confirmed all that was written in the journal.
"Dr. Powers, I thought you'd be more excited," one of the other agents spoke.
"Oh, I am," Abigail replied. She pulled out her cellphone and pressed the number next to her husband's name. It rang thrice before he answered. "Albert, I have great news, I found it," she exclaimed.
As expected he only hummed which she came to understand was his way of expressing joy.
"Just wait, dear," Abigail said with a giggle. "Soon you will be back at the head of your department. Everyone who mocked you when they cast you out will have to eat their words. And the Pines will go away forever, never to bother us for the rest of our lives."
The twins were thrown into another car where they would be taken to child services until their parents arrived to pick them up. The other three were shoved into the vehicle with them so the agents could escort them all home once they arrived at their destination.
Pacifica grumbled about having to share restricted seating with the others. Grenda elbowed her in the gut to silence her, but Candy swore she heard Pacifica threaten to sue Grenda the next day.
Mabel looked over at her brother who had at least stopped crying. However, he now only looked down at his shoes and sniffled every so often. She put her hand atop of her twin's which caused the male to jump. He looked over through bloodshot eyes at the girl trying her best to put on a smile for him, which only caused him to commence crying.
"What a crybaby," Pacifica commented.
"Shut up, Pacifica," Candy exclaimed. "You're just making it worse."
"Don't tell me what to do, okay, he was stupid enough to fall for her tricks," Pacifica countered.
Candy flustered and she clenched her fists. Pacifica glowered and balled up her own fingers, daring the girl to strike.
"Guys, please stop," Mabel cried.
Pacifica ignored the brunette and grabbed Dipper by the collar. "After what happened last summer you didn't think to question someone who offered you a good deal?"
Dipper's mouth fell open and he stared into the blue eyes of the girl. Mabel clamped her hands over her mouth while the other two wondered what Pacifica referenced.
"You're right," Dipper finally said in a small voice. He wiped away falling tears. "I just wanted...I just wanted to help Grunkle Ford."
"He knows that, Dip-Dip," Mabel said as she patted her brother on the shoulder, although deep down she figured Ford would be furious if they ever made it out of that ordeal. She cleared her throat and said, "But now we need to find a way to fix this."
Before they could make a plan the car pulled into the social services parking lot. The automobile came to a complete stop and the two agents stepped out, closing their doors in unison. One stood guard while the other opened the door just incase the twins decided to run like last time.
Two social workers stepped up to the car to usher the boy and girl inside. Candy, Grenda, and Pacifica watched as the door shut on them. The agents returned to their seats and the twins were escorted into the building.
"This is awful, what do we do?" Candy cried.
Pacifica gritted her teeth. She pulled out her phone wondering why she even bothered going to all this trouble for her arch enemy and a boy she didn't even like. Her cheeks blushed as she internally denied any affection for the Pines boy.
"Maybe we can break in after dark," Grenda suggested.
"They will have guards watching," Candy reminded her.
Pacifica pressed the number for the only other person besides the select group who were willingly spared who still held any memory of Weirdmageddon. If anyone had an idea of what to do, it was him.
"I can put them in a choke hold 'til they pass out," Grenda countered.
"And what if they call for backup?" Candy questioned.
"Stupid Dipper," Pacifica muttered as she waited for the boy to answer.
The call went to voicemail and Pacifica hissed. She hung up and dialed again, this time having caught the attention of the other two girls who no longer organized a prison break.
Pacifica sighed in relief when she heard his voice on the other line.
"Hey, it's me," Pacifica said. "You seen the news?"
Candy and Grenda moved in closer knowing the heiress couldn't put him on speaker phone.
The blonde scrunched her nose at the girls' closeness to her, but kept her attention on the phone call.
"Look, I need you to tell me everything you know about that Avery woman," Pacifica demanded. "Is there anything we can do to clear the Pines' names?"
After a long pause he spoke, "Come by my place at midnight. And make sure Mabel's with you."
The news report of the Mystery Shack being busted by the police for being a home of potential dangerous research and weapons aired on all the local stations. The television in the nail salon showed footage of the Pines brothers being wheeled away to jail. The video then switched to the sight of agents walking around inside the shack.
Two elderly women sat side by side with their hands under the dryer. The taller, older, and more elegant of the two shook her head at the screen. She then smirked down at her friend.
"Well, there's a sign right there for you, my dear," said Marjorie. "I told you that Stan was bad news."
Susan only watched the screen with stinging in her chest. She looked down at her freshly painted ruby nails and wished they would dry faster just so she could flee the salon.
Marjorie chuckled. "Looks like life made your decision for you." She tilted her head to the side and her dangling earrings jangled. "Good riddance I say." She shook her head. "Poor dear Susie, you needed help letting go and there's your answer."
Susan pulled her hands from the dryer. Not all the way dry, and a bit of smudge would have to do until her next visit a month later.
"I have to go," Susan said. She grabbed her purse from underneath the chair.
"Susie, dear, its' not use," Marjorie said.
Susan smiled at her old friend. "I just remembered something I need to do."
"Susan," Marjorie called. "You're wasting your time. Move on to something better."
Susan pretended not to hear her. Marjorie frowned as she watched her friend fake a smile as she paid her bill then dashed out the door.
Susan threw open her car door and sat down inside. Her fingers curled around the driver's seat then extended as she thought over what she wanted to do. Her fingers curled into her palms leaving sticky bits of red on the skin and her nails no longer looking their worth of thirty dollars.
"What did you do now, Stan?" Susan asked.
From behind she felt Marjorie's stare on her. A quick glimpse into the rear-view mirror confirmed her suspicion. She put the car into drive and pulled away.
Ford Pines sat in the interrogation room, the door ahead locked, and a plastic cup of water in front of him. He yanked at the handcuffs that attached his right hand to the table leg.
The door opened and Ford narrowed his eyes. The very woman who had invaded the shack earlier that morning closed the door behind her then slowly made her way to the table. Ford stared up into her smirking face.
"That's quite an interesting set up you have down there," Abigail said. She threw a folder down on the table then sat down and crossed her arms.
"I do hope you didn't mess with any of my research," Ford calmly spoke. "I will be annoyed if I find anything misplaced or out of order."
"Don't worry, we haven't ruined any of your research," Abigail replied with a laugh. "In fact I'm sure all of Washington will enjoy reading your findings."
"You have no right to take my research from me," Ford retorted. "As far as I know, there is no law about a certified scientist conduction private research in a legitimate lab, even if that lab is inside of his own home."
"Perhaps not," Abigail said with a wave of her hand. She opened up the folder. "But the substance of your research is." She picked up a paper. "A portal, too bad you disbanded it, that would've put you away for life." She flipped through the other files. "A memory-erasing gun, a mind-reading machine, a mind-controlling tie, several dangerous guns." Ford flinched when she held the blueprint for the quantum destabilizer he had planned to rebuild, but had not had the time. "And not to mention how you used each of these items."
From what Ford could see everything she listed included either blueprints of the inventions, or photocopies of the journal's pages. As of now he concluded the agents had yet to discover the shrine room where he kept all those particular items for the time being.
"So what exactly am I being charged with?" Ford finally asked.
"Conspiracy, sheltering a terrorist, conducting illegal and unethical experiments, and building and storing illegal weapons of mass destruction," Abigail answered.
"You have no proof those items exist," said Ford.
"Not now, but we will find them," Abigail responded. She leaned back in her chair and folded her hands. "But perhaps if you are willing to cooperate we can make a deal."
Ford smirked. "So what I hear, you have no grounds to hold me." He pointed to the documents on the table. "You said so yourself owning and operating a lab is not illegal, and what you claim to be illegal you have no concrete proof of it existing. And what proof do you have of me not designing those weapons to sell to the military?"
"The hidden lab is enough to keep you here for forty eight hours," Abigail replied. "And that should give us enough time to search without interference. I know enough to know you can't post bail."
"Where are the kids?"
"Safe, they're on their way home," Abigail half lied.
"I want my phone call," said Ford.
"Very well," Abigail said. She slowly stood, Ford's eyes following her all the way. "But I should advise you that calling Fiddleford McGucket is useless, as there is a warrant out for his arrest as well." She laughed at Ford's face blanching. "Yes, perhaps you forgot his name is mentioned in your journal."
Ford shut his eyes. All he could do was pray that no one stumbled upon that secret room over the next two days. If they found nothing, then at least they would have time to hide it all. However, they'd be watched more securely than before, and Fiddleford's place was out of the question.
"Then this questioning is over," Ford said. He turned away. "There's nothing else I have to say."
"I repeat, you tell me where those items are and I will guarantee you don't get life," Abigail offered. "Maybe even make a deal with you working for the government. Isn't that what you wanted? Greatness?" Powers grinned. "I also read your journal, you vain old man."
"You'll never find it," Ford said. "And I have nothing to say." He pointed to the handcuffs. "Put me back in the cell and I'll wait my two days. After which I don't want to see you anymore."
Abigail tilted her head to the side. A loose strand of red hair fell in her face. "I had a feeling you'd resist." Her grin made his stomach drop. "So I have something in place to make you answer."
She walked around the table next to Ford and then behind him. He followed her movements as she circled him three times, all while her grin never falling.
"So let's see..." she began and touched her chin. "You've asked about Stanley, Mabel, and Mason." She chuckled which filled Ford with a heavy mix of fear and fury. "You know Jesus is locked in the cell with Stanley, and Wendy in the women's cell." She stopped behind Ford and put a hand on each of his shoulders. He felt her hot breath against his neck. "Who haven't you asked about?"
Ford thought and then he filled with dread.
"Where is he?" he growled.
Abigail laughed. "And what a great boyfriend you must be to not even think about him until now."
"Where is he?" Ford repeated with more force.
The redhead only grinned. She opened the folder and pulled out a photograph she had taken of one of the more recent pages in the journal.
"I'm interested in these consequences of the bond you share with Bill Cipher," Abigail said. She peered over the paper to see Ford clench his fists. With one hand on her hips and the other holding the photo she asked, "What exactly happens if he gets ten miles away from you?"
Ford averted his eyes. "I...I don't know."
"You don't know?" she repeated.
"I haven't tested it and I don't plan to," Ford replied.
Abigail hummed. "Not much of a researcher if you don't conduct tests."
Ford narrowed his eyes. "I'm not going to do anything that might hurt him."
"Yes, ethical concerns are important," Powers said nodding twice. She looked Ford in the eyes and smirked. "But surely those laws don't apply to demons."
Ford shifted.
Abigail continued, "Bill Cipher isn't human." She leaned on the table, her braid fell over her shoulder. "So technically he doesn't have any rights."
Ford glared at the grinning woman. The two engaged in a staring match for nearly two minutes until Abigail pulled back and laughed. Ford watched her pull out her cell phone and press a number on speed dial.
Two rings and the phone picked up. Ford heard a muffled male voice on the other line. Abigail requested a video chat.
"It's about time," Harrison said.
Harrison moved to the vacant back of the parked van where Bill still slept. Dave, the other agent stepped out of the way. Harrison grinned over the unconscious captive that would soon provide him amusement.
"It's time to wake up, Cipher," Harrison said and poured a bottle of cold water over Bill's face.
The blond woke with a start, spattering liquid that collected on his lips and heavily breathing. He tried to move his arms only to discover they were strapped along the biceps and elbows, and each wrist in its own restraint. Only a second more was needed to realize his legs were in the same predicament.
Back in the interrogation room Abigail slid her phone in front of Ford. He gave her another glare then turned his attention to the screen.
Ford's heart jumped at the sight of Bill catching his breath while tied down. He looked back up at Abigail that made her grateful he was cuffed to the table.
"They are parked exactly ten miles away from this room," Abigail said. She leaned forward again close enough that their noses nearly touched. "So how about you tell me where those weapons are."
Ford gritted his teeth. He turned away.
Abigail straightened her posture and shrugged. "Very well, you choose to do this the hard way." She then turned her attention to the man on the screen. "Aaron, do it."
Harrison grinned, exposing his teeth. He nodded to the driver who started the van. Bill gasped and pulled harder at the restraints to no avail. The wheels turned and Bill could only look around at the strangers and the roof of the vehicle.
Bill suddenly screamed. Harrison held up his hand to halt the driver. Bill took a deep breath, but the pain within him still burned strong. He thrashed his head and yelled again. His legs buckled, but couldn't move beneath the straps. His head whipped from one side to the other all while he screamed in pure agony.
Ford stared wide-eyed at the screen.
A deep sting pulsed from within as though scalding water boiled each of his organs. He took a deep breath and thrashed as it did nothing to alleviate the pain. Eyes squinted shut he writhed, the restraints bruising and cutting him. Blood leaked from beneath the tight leather.
"Harrison, please, stop this," Dave begged.
The lead agent shook his head while his smile still stayed in place.
Ford pulled at the handcuffs. He jumped up forcing Abigail off the table. She stumbled, but caught her balance before gravity pulled her to the floor.
"End it," Ford growled.
"Tell me where the weapons are," Abigail countered now that she was at a safe distance.
"Stanford!" Bill yelled. The exertion of energy combined with unending pain exhausted him. "Sixer, please help me!" he sobbed. Tears leaked down his face.
"That's enough!" Dave shouted. He locked eyes with the equally horrified driver. "Go back!" he ordered.
"Do it and you're fired," Harrison snapped.
Ford yanked the cuffs that bound him to the table. The chain smacked against the metal leg. He pulled again and one of the links snapped.
"Security!" Powers shouted.
Ford locked eyes with the woman. She gasped at the pure fury that threatened to rip her apart the second he got in arms reach of her.
"Security!" she yelled again with more urgency.
"Screw this job," Dave cried. He ran to the front of the vehicle. "I'll do it myself."
The driver jumped out of the way as the other man plopped into the chair. Harrison grabbed onto the headrest of the passenger chair as the van made a sharp U-turn. The driver bounced up against the door and Harrison nearly lost his footing.
Bill stopped screaming when the van moved back into the ten mile radius of Ford. However, he freely wept and tiredly begged for Ford to rescue him.
One more swift jerk and the chain broke. The useless cuff still locked around his right hand, he threw the table out of the way. The phone fell on the floor and the screen cracked.
The door busted open and three police officers piled inside. They rushed past Abigail who held a hand over her heart. The largest grabbed Ford's arm which he pulled away. It took nearly a minute for the three to wrestle him to the ground. They forced his hands behind his back where a pair of handcuffs were slid on.
"We'll take him back, Mrs. Powers," one of the officers said.
"Just a minute," Abigail returned. The officers left with the promise they'd be right outside if she needed them. The redhead thanked them then turned her attention to Ford.
She then knelt down in front of Ford who was still down on his knees. "That's just a taste of what will happen if you don't cooperate."
She put her hand on his shoulder which he jerked away.
"Have it your way," Abigail said. "But once it's out he's not human, there'll be no protection for him and we'll take him back to Washington. You can't even fathom the experiments they'll perform on him."
Ford sent her a fierce glare which only made her laugh.
She continued, "But if you tell me where the weapons are I promise no one but the few who are involved in this investigation will know the truth. I'll see to it that you and Bill and put together in the same cell for as long as it's decided how long you'll spend in prison. Prison is better than the alternative for Bill, now isn't it?"
"How can I trust you?" Ford asked.
Abigial smiled. "What other choice do you have?"
Ford kept silent.
The woman stood then made her way over to the door. She looked over her shoulder back at Ford who hadn't moved. "I'll give you a few hours to think it over. Until then Bill will be safe, but when I come back to get your answer and you still refuse to cooperate, I can't say the same."
She pressed the buzzer and the officer opened the door. He and the other two from before hoisted Ford to his feet and led him out of the room.
"Put him in solitary," said Abigail. "I'll be back for him in a few hours."
"Such a shame it didn't last," Harrison said shaking his head. He ordered the driver to head back to their hideout until they received further orders.
The driver stepped over the bleeding corpse that laid in an unnatural angle next to his chair. Harrison already decided on the story that Dave attempted to flee with the suspect and when he tried to stop him Dave resisted, so out of self-defense he had to shoot. A simple threat to the other man's life and job was all that was needed to get him to go along with the story.
The agent walked to the back of the van where their subject still laid incapacitated. Bill looked up at him in a mixture of hatred and fear. Harrison took off his glasses and knelt down beside his captive.
"Your Stanford is locked up," said Harrison.
Bill was too tired to respond. He looked up at the ceiling.
"You know," Harrison began. He sat down so that he was on eye-level with Bill. "He saw the whole thing. All he had to do was give up a piece of information and your pain would've ended."
Bill shut his eyes, not wanting to believe the man. A new tear fell down his face. He was too exhausted to think. Deep in his heart he knew if Ford didn't give the information it was because he couldn't. He figured whatever it was must have involved the children and he knew the children's safety was more important to Ford than his own.
"And if he doesn't give her what she wants to know soon," Harrison continued. He grabbed Bill by the chin and moved his face so that their eyes met. "I have permission to really hurt you."
Bill shut his eyes. At the very least he wouldn't go out as a coward.
"Do...do your worst," Bill replied.
Harrison chuckled. "I will."
Later that night after dinner and washing all the residents were ordered to bed. Dipper and Mabel sat on the beds in their shared room while the staff member checked them as present and turned out the lights. It had been revealed an hour earlier their parents would be there the next evening to take them home.
They waited until eleven thirty and tiptoed to the door. They half expected it to be locked, but were pleasantly surprised to find the opposite. They quietly made their way down the hallway and peered around the corner to see an orderly on his phone. Dipper nodded to his sister and they both hurried down while the orderly continued to play his game.
Dipper reached the backdoor first. He pushed to find it locked. The sound of someone approaching gave them little time to find alternatives. The emergency door would sound if opened, the windows were too high, and the growing shadow with accompanying footsteps came closer.
The figure turned the corner to reveal another orderly.
"What are you two doing out?" she asked.
"Looking for the bathroom," Mabel immediately answered.
"By the emergency door, I doubt it," the stout woman said as she moved in.
Mabel nodded at Dipper who returned her gesture. As the orderly approached they rushed by her in opposite directions. Mabel pushed the maid's cart in the way which the orderly crashed into as she hurried after them.
The twins ran on ahead and stopped when they realized they headed for the director's office. Off to the side was the door that led to the playground. It was the kind of door that could only unlock from the inside if you had the key. They heard several sets of footsteps moving closer.
"It's our only option," Mabel whispered and pulled Dipper in the direction of the door.
The two pushed hoping it would be unlocked just this once only to discover the opposite. Dipper groaned. The pounding footsteps grew closer.
Mabel reached into her sweater pocket to find a set of knitting needles. "Maybe I can pick the lock with this," she suggested.
"No time," Dipper cried. He looked at the lock and smiled as he got an idea. He reached into his vest and pulled out the president's key.
Quickly he inserted it into the door the two silently cheered when the lock moved. Dipper opened it just enough for him and his sister to squeeze through. The door shut before the staff reached them and they hid along the brick wall until their pursuers moved on ahead. They ran through the playground. The two scale thed chain-link fence then hurried down to where their ride awaited. However they were surprised to see who picked them up.
The very boy Dipper had fought with the day before looked out from the driver's seat of his van. He sneered at Dipper but with his thumb ordered the two to get in the backseat. Mabel shrugged and hopped it. Dipper gave the driver a glare to remind him they were still not on good terms then joined his sister.
Robbie hit the accelerator and the van sped off.
Dipper looked out the window and knew that in a few minutes they would be reported as missing. When their parents finally arrived in Gravity Falls the next night they would be furious. What more he didn't know how to explain and exactly where to begin. Afterwards they'd be grounded in their rooms for the rest of summer break.
"Is it true Wendy, you know, got locked up?" Robbie finally asked after five minutes of silence.
"Yes," Dipper answered after a long pause. "But she didn't do anything wrong."
"No one did," Mabel added.
Dipper looked down at his lap. "Except me," he said softly.
A few minutes later they arrived at their destination. Mabel gasped when she recognized the house she had visited once before during her early stay last summer. Pacifica never mentioned where they'd be going, just that there was someone who could possibly help.
"What are we doing here?" Dipper asked.
"I don't know," Mabel answered. She moved closer to her brother.
Dipper glanced up at Robbie who walked alongside them then back to the house of their former enemy. He couldn't shake the thought that they were walking into a trap.
The twins stood in front of the door. Mabel took a deep breath then knocked. Almost immediately the door opened to reveal Ghost Eyes. He checked to make sure no one followed then ushered them inside. He led them to a room where several of their friends including Fiddleford McGucket waited.
"Mabel, it's good to see you, I just wish it were on better terms," said the host.
Mabel looked over at Dipper and then approached the boy who had caused her and her family much grief last year. In fact he was one of the reasons Abigail Powers managed to arrest her family and soon force them to leave their favorite place in the world.
"You said you could help, and that's the only reason I'm here," Mabel said, her voice as firm as her glare.
"Then let's not waste no time, I also want to see that Avery crash and burn," said Gideon.