It was almost another end to another day in Gravity Falls. Gompers the goat stood on the roof of the Mystery Shack, and baaed. In the Mystery Shack's gift shop, Wendy as leaning against the cashier counter reading a magazine, while Soos was putting up new ideas for sale.
The silent moment was broken when the entrance door was opened. Wendy and Soos looked at who it was and their eyes almost widened.
Standing in the doorway was Patrick, completely covered in black ashes. With a frown on his face, he took in a deep breath and then let out a sigh before walking into the gift shop. Following behind him were his cousins, Mabel and Dipper. Both equally covered in black ashes.
"I can't be you did that, Mabel," he said, turning around to face them. "The guy from the shop said specifically not to get the stupid bird wet! At any cost!"
"Aw, but he looked dirty," Mabel said innocently. "I thought it would be a good idea to give him a bath."
"Which turned it into a giant, murderous bird that did THIS TO ME!" Patrick yelled at her, dust himself off to show everyone the bruises and scratches on his hoodie, shirt, and body.
"That means he likes you!" She responded with a bright, positive smile.
"NO IT DOES NOT!"
"Okay, okay," Dipper said, trying to calm his aggravated cousin. One of the things he almost forgot about Patrick was that he had a bit of an anger problem, which he seemed to have really kept under control most of the time. "I guess that looking for a bird that turns into a monster and explodes when it's killed wasn't a good idea." He then brought out the journal and started flipping through the papers. "However, I'm more than certain that our next mystery will be—"
Patrick quickly took the journal from him. "No, we're not," he said, holding the book up. "We're not going on another adventure tomorrow, Dipper! We've been going on mystery after mystery nonstop for the past two weeks, you two. So I'm putting my foot down and drawing the line." He then pulled out a red sharpie and uncapped it.
He then went over to the calendar on the wall and drew a circle down and all around the Wednesdays on the mouth.
"But that's a circle," Dipper pointed out.
"What, no it's not," Patrick protested, before grabbing a magnifying glass that was on for sale and holding it up to where he began/ended the circle, showing that it wasn't connecting. "It's not connecting, so that means it's a circle."
"Oh."
Mabel asked, "Is this like a game?"
"No, Mabel," Patrick responded. "For now on, starting tomorrow: Wednesdays are now Weirdless-Days."
Wendy chuckled a little at the name. "'Weirdless-Days?'"
"Oh, I know," said Soos, putting away some items. "It's going to be a day where you guys don't go on mysteries and adventures?" Patrick was a little stunned that Soos was able to figure it out so easily, but nonetheless nodded his head. "Nailed it!"
"But that's not fair!" Dipper protested.
"It's completely fair, Dipper!" Patrick countered him. "I'm willing to go on your adventures, but I need a bark once in a while. This town isn't the best place for relaxation you know." Dipper looked down with a frown and rubbed his arm. "I'm just asking for one day of the week to not have something try and kill us. Can we at least agree on that?"
Dipper was silent for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh. "Yes."
"Sure." Mabel shrugged her arms.
Just then, Stan entered from the outside door and called, "Soos! Wendy! Patrick!"
Soos ran up to him, while the Pines teen walked casually over. Soos panted for a moment before asking, "What's up, Mr. Pines?"
"I'm headin' out. You two are gonna wash the bathrooms, right?"
"Yes, sir!" Soos saluted.
"It will be done!" Patrick saluted.
"Absolutely not!" Wendy saluted.
"Ha ha!" Stan chuckled before pointing at them with a stern expression. "You stay out of trouble!" He then closed the door and left. After he left the Shack, Wendy smiled and walked towards the back of the gift store.
"Hey guys! What's this?" Wendy went up to a curtain that was in the back corner of the room and pulled it to the side, unveiling a ladder that lead up to a trap door in the ceiling. "A secret ladder to the roof?"
"Uh, I don't think Mr. Pines would like that," Soos nervously said.
Wendy then started messing with him by doing this bizarre thing her hand and saying, "Huh?"
"Uhhhhh."
"Huh?"
"You're freaking me out, dude!"
"Can we actually go up there," Patrick asked, while being almost amazed.
"Sure we can," Wendy answered before chanting. "Roof time! Roof time!"
"Roof time! Roof time!" Dipper and Mabel chanted with her, as they ran passed Patrick started climbing up the ladder. Patrick smiled and followed after. This might actually be fun.
On the roof, Wendy opened the door, and started climbing over the largest roof that had the Mystery Shack's sign. Patrick and the twins weren't too far behind and when they joined her on the top of it, she gestured to something downwards. "Alright, check it out!"
They looked and were amazed to find a dormer that had a beach chair with an umbrella shading it, a bucket filled with pine cones, and a cooler. "What is all this?" Patrick asked with a grin, as they went down to the dormer.
"Did you put all this stuff up here," Dipper asked.
"I may or may not sneak up here during work, all the time, every day," Wendy said. Patrick eyes widened for a moment before he glared at the back of her head.
"It's that Stan keeps giving me your jobs?" He demanded.
Wendy looked over her shoulder and smirked. "Maybe." She then picked up a pine cone from the bucket and threw it at the totem pole, which had a red target on a piece of paper taped onto it. "Yes!"
The twin wanted to hit the target and started throwing pine cones after pine cones at it. But to no success, only making it half way to the totem pole.
Watching them try and fail, Patrick soon wanted to give it a shot. He walked over to them and grabbed a pine cone for the bucket. He aimed for the target and threw it as hard as he could.
It hit the target deep center.
"Yeah!" Patrick jumped up in victory. However, when the pine cone hit the totem pole, it bounced off it and hits the roof of a car, causing the alarm to go off. "Crap!"
But while Patrick freaked out, Wendy smiled at him. "Dude, double jackpot!" She cheered before holding up her hand. "High five." While she waited to receive the high five, Patrick took a moment to stare at her. Admiring her beauty and the way her long red hair flowed in the wind. "... Don't leave me hangin'."
Quickly snapping out of it, Patrick grinned and gave her the high five.
Wendy then noticed something down on the ground and smiled. "Oh hey, it's my friends," she said, as a blue van pulled up to the Shack.
Rock n' Roll music was heard playing from inside of the vehicle, before an arm waved from out the window. "Wendy!" called a deep voiced person.
Wendy turned to the Pines kids and asked, "Hey, you guys aren't going to tell Stan about this, are you?"
Patrick looked at her with a serious and unconvinced expression. He then smiles and did a zipped lip motion. Wendy did the same thing back at him.
"Later dorks!" She then jumped onto a tree that was next to the house, and used it, as it bent down, to get to another tree. Sliding down from that tree, she landed on the ground and got into the open down of the car.
"Let's get out of here!" Someone yelled in the car, before it backed up and drove away.
"You could have just used the ladder!" Patrick yelled at her angrily, but then chuckled a little. "Heh heh heh! Crazy girl!"
However, Dipper and Mabel saw this and grinned at their cousin before saying in unison, "Uh oh!"
Patrick looked at them in confusion. "What?"
"Somebody's in love!" Mabel teased him, while poking his leg.
His eyes widened a little before scoffing and looking away. "No, I'm not."
"You've been staring at her whenever you had the chance all summer," Dipper said with a smirk.
Knowing he wasn't going to win this, Patrick sighed and turned to face them. "Okay, okay, I have a crush on her," he admitted. He didn't want to say that he was in love because he wasn't sure about his feeling for her yet. "Can you blame me? Wendy's cool, fun-loving, and beautiful? But it's only a crush. It's not like I lie awake at night thinking about her!"
That night, while the twins were fast asleep, Patrick was wide awake in his bed. Staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Thinking about Wendy. "Oh, crap."
{Play Stranger Things theme by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein}
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At the beginning of the intro, there is nothing but blackness.
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Then about three seconds later, a bunch photographs started falling from above in slow motion.
[0:08-0:11]
Getting a closer look at one of the photographs, while others twirled and spun in the background in slow motion, shows the town of Gravity Falls from a distance.
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Another picture shows the Mystery Shack during the night time, with bright lights shining thought the windows.
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One photo shows a thundering sky that had a large, flying creature's shadow being seen through the dark clouds. The camera then focuses on a picture behind the previous one, showing large claw marks on a tree trunk, as more photos were seen falling.
[0:16-0:19]
Three photos are focused on now, one showing an angry Gnome, the second showing something that resembles the Long Ness Monster, and the third show a dinosaur tooth trapped in amber.
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The camera shows the cluster of photographs continuing to fall, before angling downwards to show all of them lying on a flat surface, collecting in a pile.
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The camera then gradually moves back to show more of the photos landing. After the last of the photos were on the surface, the camera moves upwards, displaying nothing but blackness again.
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Then the title of the story, including the red circle with triangle, appeared in a flash of light.
WEIRDER THINGS
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It then disappeared, before the chapter title appeared.
Chapter Five
Windmill Vandals
The next day was Wednesday, and just like the Pines twins promised, there would be no mystery adventures.
But didn't mean they couldn't find other means of having fun.
"Random dance party for no reason!" Mabel shouted before turning on a boom box.
"Go! Go! Go! Go!" Wendy chanted as she and the twins started dancing. Leaning against the wall on the other side, Patrick was watching them. More specifically, Wendy. He thought that drawing on a clipboard would clear his head, but it didn't work.
This was starting to really trouble him. He was sure about his crush on Wendy. But in love? That went above and beyond just a crush. He's only known her for a few weeks, yet Patrick couldn't stop thinking about her. How was he even sure about his feelings at this point?
"Patrick!"
Wendy calling to him made Patrick quickly rip the paper he was drawing on off of the clipboard and stuff it into the pocket of his sweater. "Uh, what, yes," he asked with a nervous smile.
"Aren't ya gonna get in on this," Wendy asked, as she and the twins came to a stop.
"I don't really dance," he told her.
"Yeah, he's more of a saxophone guy," Dipper said, making his cousin nervous.
"Quiet you!"
"Whoa! You play the saxophone, Patrick," Wendy asked him with amazement. "Were you any good?"
Patrick started to get nervous and scratched the back of his head. "Well, uh, uh..."
Translation: yes, he used to play the saxophone and yes, he was really good at it.
Luckily, he was saved by the old clock in the gift shop going off. Wendy looked at the time and smiled. "Hey, look at that! Quittin' time," she said, taking off her name tag. "The gang's waitin' for me."
As she was about to open the door, however, Patrick got an idea and spoke up. "Wait! Why don't I come with you," he asked her, making Wendy stop.
"Ooh... I don't know. My friends are pretty intense," she stated, before pointing at him with a raised eyebrow. "You sure you can handle it?"
Patrick scuffed. "Please, after the gnomes, cyborg lake monster, living wax statues, and evil little kids, I think I can handle a little teenage fun."
"All right. I like your moxie!" She said. Even though she there when they stopped Gideon from killing Patrick, Wendy still had a hard time believing the rest of the things he's listed off. "Let me get my stuff."
After she leaves out the door, Dipper said, "Wait, I thought that we were going to watch The Duchess Approves on the black and white period piece old lady boring movie channel?"
"Come on, you two. It's not that I don't like hanging out with you guys, it's just that, you know, this is my chance to hang out with kids my age," Patrick told them. "And Wendy and whatever."
"I knew it!" Mabel exclaimed, before jumping over the counter and pointed at him. "You love her!" She then danced around him, continuing to point at him, while singing. "Love love love love love!"
Having enough of her, Patrick pointed at a random direction. "Oh hey, what's that?" Mabel's curiosity got the better of her and she looked in that direction, giving Patrick the opportunity to flip her long hair over her face. She tried spitting out her hair.
"Well, if that's the case, then at lease take this," said Dipper, as he took the journal out of his jacket. Patrick looked at him a little surprised. "You never know when you're going to need it."
Patrick didn't protest. He simply took the journal. He then grabbed a backpack that was leaning against the counter and placed the journal in it.
Outside of the Mystery Shack, a jelly bean was thrown. It then hits the face of a fat teen, who was being held upside down by the legs two other male teenagers. One had dark skin, brown hair, and a dark aqua green and white cap. The other was tall, with a long ovular head, and long blonde hair.
"Come on! Hurry up!" Begged the fat one, as the blood was starting to rush to his head.
"In the belly! In the belly!" Chanted the two holding him up.
The person who threw the jelly bean was a male teenager who he shaggy black hair in a typical eye-covering "emo style" hairdo, pale skin, and several piercings in his ears. He wore tight skinny jeans with a keychain attached to the pocket, and a light black hoodie with a picture of a red bleeding heart with stitches on it, along with black fingerless gloves.
He gets ready to throw the jean bean, when another one was thrown and hit the fat teen in the belly button.
The emo teen and an emo/scene girl with light brown skin and short purple hair with a pink highlight in front of her left ear were shocked by the one in a thousand shot, with the male looking at his bean in confusion.
The two of them then looked behind them and saw their friend Wendy with a boy they never seemed with a camouflage boonie hat. Turned out Wendy was the one who threw the bean. She straightened up from her throwing position, smiling.
Her friends smiled at the sight of her, with the two that held up the fat teen dropping him to join them. "Wendy!"
"Wendy! Wendy!" chanted the one with the hat.
"Hey guys!" Wendy greeted them as she and Patrick "This is my pal from work, Pat."
"Hi," Patrick said, walking up to them with a smile, offering them a handshake. "The name's Patrick Pines, and I prefer to being called Patrick. Not Pat."
"What's up man," the blonde said with a grin, offering Patrick a fist bump insist, which he gave. "I'm Lee."
The one with the hat punched Lee in the stomach, making him laugh. "I'm Nate," he said, giving him a handshake.
Patrick then offered his hand to the emo girl, who was busy texting on her phone. But all he got was, "Tambry..." She didn't even make eye contact.
"Hi, I'm Thompson," the fat teenager said, giving Patrick a handshake.
"Oh, I heard of you," Patrick said in realization. "You're that guy who once ate a run over waffle for 50 cents!"
Thompson looked at the others in disbelief. "I thought you guys deleted that video!"
Patrick then turned to the emo male, who was leaning against the blue van playing a tone on his guitar. He offered him a handshake, but was met with a scowl. "So are you, like, some kinda couple, or—"
Wendy scuffed. "Come on, Robbie!"
Okay, that hurt a little.
"Anyway, that's Robbie," she told Patrick. "You can probably figure him out."
"Yeah, I'm the guy who spray-painted the water tower," Robbie said with a scowl.
"Wait." Patrick could help but grin as he looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You mean that big muffin? That was you!"
"Um, it's a giant explosion." Robbie corrected him before they all looked at the water tower. On the side that was facing them, they could see the explosion the he made, but all they saw was a giant red muffin.
"Hehe!" Lee chuckled and pointed at the water tower. "Kinda does look like a muffin!" He and Nate started laughing together.
Robbie turned towards Patrick and glared at him. Patrick that intimated and scowled lightly back at him.
To break the tension, Wendy opened the sliding door of the van. "Let's hurry it up, guys. I got big plans for tonight!"
Everyone cheered and entered the car. Patrick hoped in, but saw that the only available seat was in the back with Tambry. With a sigh, he went to the back at sat down. He looked at Tambry from the corner of his eyes, seeing that she was still texting on her phone. Yeah, this was going to be awkward.
Afterwards, Thompson started the car, but then said, "Okay, just, before we go, my mom said you guys aren't allowed to punch the roof anymore, so..."
Insisted of listening to him, Wendy, Lee, Nate, and Robbie started punching the roof and chanted his name. "Thompson! Thompson! Thompson!" Thompson decided it wasn't worth arguing with them and drove them away.
"So where are we going," Patrick asked.
"You'll see," Wendy said with excitement.
Back at the Mystery Shack, Stan was sitting in his recliner, lazily watching TV.
"You're watching the black and white period piece old lady boring movie channel!"
Not wanting to watch this, Stan looked around the remote, but couldn't find it. "Kids!" He called to the twins and Patrick. "I can't find the remote and I refuse to stand up!"
To his surprise, however, Dipper and Mabel ran into the room with a large bowl of popcorn and four bottles of soda. "It's about to start!" Dipper exclaimed as he and his sister sat down in front of their Grunkle.
"Finally!" Mabel exclaimed with anticipation. "We always miss the ending this!"
"Stay tuned for the Friday night movie, The Duchess Approves, starring Sturly Stembleburgiss as 'The Duchess' and Grampton St. Rumpterfrabble as irascible coxswain 'Saunterblugget Hampterfuppinshire!'"
"KIDS!" Stan yelled/begging.
But it was too late. The movie began.
"NO! NOOOO!"
As for Patrick, he and the group of teenagers had made it to their destination.
They were standing in front of a fence that surrounded an old abandoned convenience store. The lights were off, there were a few pieces of litter around the large parking lot, and only the 'N' in its name was on, but struggled to stay on.
"There it is, fellas!" Wendy said. "The condemned Dusk 2 Dawn!"
Everyone muttered positive things about it. "Cool," said Patrick, before his eyes widened. "Wait, what!? Condemned? Why'd they shut it down, was it like a health code violation, or—"
"TRY MURDER!" Nate yelled in a joking manner.
"Some folks died in there!" Lee said with a big grin. "One day they found the bodies with their heads missing and blood everywhere! The place has been haunted ever since!"
"Are you guys serious," Patrick asked, a little concerned. "Why would you pick a haunted place to hang out at?"
"Yeah! We're all gonna die!" Wendy exclaimed in mock horror, before laugh. "Chill out man!" She punched him in the shoulder, making Patrick flinch and rub his arm with a frown. "It's not as bad as it looks!"
Afterwards, she and her friends started to climb the fence. Patrick very uncertain about going through with this. He couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something about this place that didn't sit well with his gut feeling. But what was it?
"Hey!" He snapped out of his thoughts and saw that they were on the other side of the fence. "You coming," Wendy asked.
Patrick stared at her for a moment, before letting out an aggravated sigh. "Strew it," he groaned and started climbing.
Once he dropped down to the ground on the other side, Patrick followed Wendy and her friends to the entrance to the Dusk 2 Dawn. When they arrived, the redhead looked inside through the window, while Robbie grabbed a hold of the door handles and tried to open them. "Wow! This place is amazing!" She exclaimed.
"I think it's, it's stuck!" Robbie exclaimed, jerking the doors in a futile attempt to open them.
However, Patrick noticed something. "Wait, stop," he said, before walking past the other teens to the where Robbie was, who he pushed gently out of the way.
Tapped onto the door was a folded note. Patrick grabbed it and opened it, as the others gathered around him. Together they read it: "'In the name of all that is holy, don't let the windmill stop turning'?"
The teens looked around the parking lot for any signs of this 'windmill' that the paper was talking about. But find nothing. "What windmill," asked Lee.
"Okay, I don't think we should be here," Patrick said.
"Oh yeah. I'm going to do what a piece of paper said, telling me about a windmill that's not even here," Robbie said sarcastically.
"Come on, leave him alone," Wendy said. "He's just a little scared."
The moment the word entered his ears, Patrick's eyes widened before he glared and his fist clenched hard. "Wait right here," he said, before marching over to the side of the convenience store, taking out his crowbar in the process. When he turned the corner, he saw a dumpster and climbed onto its. He then jumped up and grabbed the edge of the build's roof.
Down below, he heard the group voicing their amazement, shock, and somewhat concern.
Patrick didn't pay attention to them and walked onto the roof. He then spotted the vent of the ventilation shaft. Going towards it, he swung his crowbar into the vent cover, denting it. He hits it again, denting it even more. The third time he struck it, the curved end got stuck in the vent, so he placed his front on the edge of the vent cover and pulled. About three seconds, and the cover was pulled out off.
"Hey Patrick," Wendy called up to him with concern, as he entered into the ventilation system, "take it easy!"
Robbie turned to them with his arms crossed and smirked. "Who wants to bet he doesn't make it," he said, only for Patrick to open the door from the other side.
Patrick looked at them for a moment, before smiling and gesturing for them to go on in. All of them happily went towards him, except for Robbie.
"Good call inviting this maniac!" Lee exclaimed, giving Patrick high-five as he walked in.
"Your new name is Dr. Funtimes!" Nate exclaimed, pointing at him as he walked in with Tambry and Thompson following. Robbie went inside, but bumped his shoulder into Patrick's making him glare at him and rub his shoulder.
He then felt a friendly punch on his arm and turned to see Wendy smiling at him. "Nice work," she said, walking in.
Patrick smiled. All the negative feelings he felt were gone. He then closed the door behind him as joined them.
"Do you guys really think it's haunted," Thompson asked nervously.
"Na! Thompson are you kidding me?" said Nate
"Yeah!" Wendy exclaimed. "Tonight, we own this place!"
However, a second after she said that, something happened outside that no one noticed. A thick fog rounded in, covering the area around the Dusk 2 Dawn in its eerie presences.
And then, just as quickly as it came, it went away.
And now, appearing when it wasn't there in the first place, was a windmill!
"Whoa man," said Wendy, standing next to Robbie and Patrick, as everyone looked around the dark store in amazement, "it's even creepier than I imagined!"
Patrick took a step forward and felt his felt step on a crunching object. He looked down and saw a news newspaper covered in dust. He picked it up and wipes off the dust where the cover would be. It was last published in the 1990's.
"Hey dude, where do you think they keep the dead bodies," Nate jokingly asked.
Lee shoved him with a grin. "Shut up, man!"
"Guys, check it out!" They looked to see Wendy leaning against the wall, next to a pair of light switches. "You think these still work," she asked before flinging them on. This activated all the lights in the convenience store. All the machines, drink stands, and cooking devices were turned on again after years of being off.
Everyone muttered positive things about the store. Patrick then turned to Wendy and asked, "So, what are we going to do now?"
"Anything we want," she answered. He grinned.
(Play music: We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Star)
The teens ran and grabbed as much food and snacks as they could, before breaking off into two teams, each going to opposite sides. They then started a fun fight. Patrick, Wendy, Robbie, and Nate were on one side, throwing food at Tambry, Lee, and Thompson.
Lee then hits Nate with a bag of cat food, before his friend hits him back. Both of them laughed, before Patrick and Wendy hits them in the back with bags of cat food, making them fall on their stomachs. The two then ran away, as the two boys chased them with their bags, the four of them laughing all the way.
Lee then hands three mints Nate, who then puts them into a bottle of soda. A second later, and the bottle shot up a geyser of soda. Everyone cheered as the drops of the drink falls onto them. Patrick laughed, having the time of his life.
(End music)
Later, Patrick was running around a corner before stopping. His eyes widened in horror. "Oh no!"
In front of him was a shelf filled with the small tip of candy, only it had police tape on it that said do not sell. The candy was called 'Smile Dip'.
"Oh, come on!" He exclaimed. "I thought we destroyed the last of this stuff in town!"
"Hey, I heard of this," said Wendy, walking up next to him. "Wasn't this candy banned because of the hallucinogenic it had in it?"
Patrick groaned with a hand on his face. "Yeah, and what's worse is that Mabel actually got a hold of this crap."
—(flashback)—
Mabel was lying down in their bedroom, making a gurgling sound. The Smile Dip was all over her face, clothes, as her eyes, now small and green, was staring up at the ceiling.
"Mabel?! Mabel!" Patrick yelled frantically, shaking her shoulders. He and Dipper were kneeling down on the sides of the girl. All around them were about four open bags of Smile Dip. After they had found out that the candy was banned in the United States because the ingredient caused people to hallucinate, they rushed to find Mabel. But they were too late.
Dipper picked up one of the discarded and looked at his sister with wide eyes. "Mabel! How many of these did you eat!?"
"Beleven.. teen..." Mabel spoke out gibberish.
"I don't get it," Patrick said, letting his cousin go. "Why would a company make this stuff?"
"More important," Dipper said, before both he and his cousin looked down at Mabel, "what could she possibly be seeing."
As for Mabel, as she was looking at the room, it suddenly changed into a world bright, vibrate lights that changed colors. In front of her was Dipper and Patrick, before a song she never heard of played in the background.
That song was "Let's Fighting Love"!
"Hey hey let's go!, kenka suru"
Dipper suddenly grew muscles and ripped his shirt and jacket off. He was completely ripped, with broad shoulders, muscles on almost every part of his upper body and arms. He let out a manly roar, as his hat flew off when his hair suddenly turned blonde, grew longer, and stood straight up.
"Taisetsu na mono o, protect my balls"
Patrick was almost the same, but very different. He grabbed his shirt and hoodie, and not only ripped them off with a manly roar, but also his skin, which turned out to be fake. Revealing himself a muscular purple alien with two antennas on his head.
"Boku ga warui, so let's fighting"
The two of them faced each other with glares. They then got into a fighting pose.
"Let's fighting love"
Both boys, in their new forms, charged their beam attacks. Dipper's beam attack being blue, and Patrick's being red.
"Let's fighting love"
They unleashed their attack. The beams collided, causing everything to go white.
—(flashback ends)—
Back in the present, Patrick and Wendy were sitting on top of a shelf eating ice cream. "Hey, come here we got it ready!" Nate called out to Thompson.
Thompson ran over to them. "Whatever it is I'll do it!"
Wendy laughed. "Thompson!" She cheered for him, before turning her head to look at Patrick. "Patrick, this night is like, legendary."
"Really," he asked. "I thought you guys did this all the time."
"Yeah, but just look around." She gestured to her male friends. "The guys are bonding."
The three boys laughed as Thompson was on his hands and knees, Nate pulled his pants back, and Robbie stuffed ice into Thompson's pants.
"And I've never even seen Tambry look up from her phone this long."
Tambry was texting on her phone, then looked up for a second, before going back to texting.
Patrick chuckled and said, "Yeah, and best of all, nothing weird or dangerous has happened so far."
"Heh, yeah," said Wendy. Patrick looked to her and saw her just licking her ice cream. However, her response told him that she was taking his statement as a joke, and not seriously.
"You really don't believe me, do you?"
Wendy paused for a moment, looking at him from the corner of her eye, and sighed. "Look, I just can't really bring myself to believe all the things you've told me as facts," she said in a rare serious tone. "I mean, I've lived in this town the day I was born, and I can't remember anything about gnomes, lake cyborg monsters, and even wax people coming to life."
"I know what you mean. All this mystery solving thing started when we found this stupid journal," he said bitterly, taking off his backpack and pulling out the journal.
"Isn't that the one that Dipper's always looking at?"
"Yeah." Patrick flipped through the pages, before stopping. "And what's worse is that if all the things in this book are real, then that means whoever was after the author is real too."
See him in a troubled state, Wendy sat closet to Patrick and was about to say something to comfort him, when Lee said, "Hey guys! We need more ice!"
"I'm on it!" Patrick proclaimed, putting the journal away, and jumped off the shelf and headed towards the freezers in the back.
Going up to one of them, he opened it and grabbed a bag of ice, before closing the freezers. He then turned around and walked back to the group waiting for him with the bag. Whenever, as he got closer to them, he noticed something through the glass doors. The closer he got, the better he was able to make out what it was.
"Alright!" Nate exclaimed as Patrick approached him, Nate, and Thompson. "Dr. Funtimes has arrived with the ice!" However, they went from excited to confuse when the Pines teen dropped the bag of ice and walked passed them. All of them, including Wendy, Robbie, and Tambry watched as he walked towards the doors and stopped a few feet away from them.
"Guys?" Patrick spoke, not taking his eyes off of what he was looking at. His voice expressed his nervousness. He then pointed at something outside. "You might want to see this."
He was referring to the windmill that appeared out of nowhere. It was a tall, old western style windmill with four blades that turned in the wind.
As it turned, the teenagers exited from the store and approached it. They looked up at the tall windmill with wide eyes and jaws slightly open. The group then stopped a few meters away from it, before Thompson said, "This wasn't here before, right?"
"Na, men," Lee said, shack his head.
"Where did it come from," asked Wendy.
"I got a feeling I'm not gonna like that answer," said Patrick. Robbie looked down at the ground, looking for something. He then spotted a rock near his right foot. A mischievous smile spread on his lips, before he bent down at grabbed it.
"Hey guys," Robbie said, with the rock in his hand. "Bet I can hit the center." He then threw it at the red cone of the windmill. He missed.
"What you…?" Patrick exclaimed, only for the others to start throwing rocks at the windmill. All attempts to hit the cone have resulted in failure. "Guys!"
Wendy threw and didn't hit the cone. However, she did hit one of the turning blades. "Awesome!" She exclaimed with pride.
Patrick gasped. He remembered what the note said about the windmill. It didn't say why, but he knew that it wasn't anything good. And now his friends were throwing rocks at it. "Guys, stop!" He yelled, getting in front of them. "If one of you hit it, we could break it!"
"Chill, bro," Lee said. "It's not like anyone's going to miss this windmill. It's all old and wooden."
"Think about," he told them. "The note said not to let the windmill stop turning. What if that was a warning about this windmill?"
All of them then started booing him, with Robbie said, "Yeah, take it down a notch, Captain Buzzkill!"
"Back off, man," Patrick snapped. "I'm just trying to do the right thing!"
"Well, you're acting like Captain Buzzkill! Right," he asked the others. They nodded, except Wendy. "Why did you have to bring him, Wendy?"
Wendy frowned at Patrick, before looking away and rubbing her left arm. "Sorry, guys. I thought he was cool."
Patrick looked at her in shock. Was she serious? Was she willing to vandalize a dead couple's windmill, all because her friends wanted to? Did she really not thing he was cool? Here he was, being ridiculed by her friends for just trying to do the right thing, and all she does is do the same? His anger started to boil as he started doubting all the kindness she's show to him. Or if Wendy even cared about him as a person. "Alright, then! You guys want to hit that windmill, then I think I'll join you!" He exclaimed in anger and frustration, before picking up a rock.
Turning towards the windmill, he throws the rock.
It strikes the cone with a metallic denting sound.
The rock bounced on the ground when it landed, Patrick turned quickly around to face the other teenagers. "There! I hit it! YOU HAPPY NOW?" He yelled, before the red cone fell and landed right behind him.
Wendy and her friends looked at the windmill's cone in shock, while Patrick turned around and saw it with wide eyes. They heard the windmill's eerie sound getting louder, and they looked up to see the windmill turning slower, before coming to a complete stop. The lights in the convenience store went out as a result.
Everyone was silent for a moment. But then, they all cheered, except for Wendy. "Now that was awesome," Nate exclaimed.
"What!?" Patrick looked at them in disbelief. "Are you insane?! How do we even fix this thing?!"
"Fix?" Robbie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, dud. We can't just leave it like this. We could get in serious trouble!"
"I don't fix what I don't break. Nor do I fix what I broke," Robbie stated arrogantly, before pointing at Patrick. "You can stay here and fix the stupid windmill for all I care. I'm going back inside." He turned around and walked back the Dust 2 Dawn. "Follow us if you want to have fun, Captain Buzzkill."
Nate, Lee, Tambry, and Thompson soon followed him. Wendy turned and was about to go with them when Patrick called to her. "Wendy?"
She stopped and looked at him.
"You're going to help me, right," Patrick asked, almost begging.
Wendy looked down for a moment. "Hey, Wendy!" Robbie called to her, getting her attention. "Come on!"
Looking at Patrick again with an expression that said sorry, she left to join her friends.
Patrick was again shocked and saddened, before glaring at Wendy. "Whatever! I'll just do this on my own!" He told her, as she opened the doors and entered the dark convenience store. He sighed. "It's not that I'm used to having no friends."
With a sigh. He turned and looked up at the windmill. He reached into his bag and pulled out a socket wrench that was conveniently in it, before heading to the ladder that was on the left side of the mill.
Climbing up the ladder, he reached a small platform that was at the top of the tower, and where he was at the gearbox.
He walked over to the blades and placed his hands on it. He was about to turn it when he his eyes caught the sight of something. Patrick turned his head in the direction of it, and was stunned.
Down the road that the Dust 2 Dawn, a large black dust cloud was coming right towards his direction. He could also hear a rumbling sound in the same direction that grew louder.
Figuring it was nothing, he turned his attention back to the blade he was holding onto and pushed it up, getting the blades to start turning again. Patrick looked back at the rumbling dust cloud.
The dust cloud was getting closer, and larger. But then, it just dissolved and disappeared.
"What the hell?" Patrick looked surprised and confused at where the dust cloud used to be. He then heard the sounds of cheering. Looking at the convenience store, he saw the lights were back on, and that caused the others to cheer.
Deciding to at least get it fixed, Patrick took the socket wrench and started cracking it in between the blades and the gearbox.
After a moment, he stopped and took out the wrench from between them. "Okay, that's gotta do it," he said, only for the wheel to stop turning again. The lights of the Dust 2 Dawn went off again, resulting in 'awe's being heard. Patrick sighed. "Note to self, don't ask Soos for lessons of fixing things."
Patrick was about to work on it again, when he heard the rumbling sound again.
He saw the black dust cloud again. Only this time it was closer. As it came, he started to see into it, and saw four black silhouettes with glowing green outlines. Each of them looked as though they were riding on something, a horse Patrick would guess. Had flowing capes, and helmets. They were also holding up a different weapon: an ax, an ax with double heads, a flail, and a sword.
"Oh no," he whispered in fear.
"Oh, come!" Robbie complained as the others groaned. They were watching Thompson playing a dancing video game when the lights turned off. And with it, the game.
But while they were complaining about the power going in and out, Wendy was far away from them, leaning against one of the shelves and looking down at the ground in guilt. Thinking about what she did. She's never seen Patrick get that angry before. But could she really blame him? Even though she knew him for only a few weeks and he was practically a stranger, she saw Patrick as a cool, serious, and yet fun guy to be around. She admired him for being protective of his cousins and wanting to get the job done. Hell, he was even willing to sacrifice his time so that she could slack off.
And yet she talked bad about him when her friends turned on him for wanting to do the right thing. Now he was out there all alone, trying to fix the windmill that was powering the store
"Dammit!" Robbie exclaimed in anger. "What the fuck is that loser doing!?"
"I don't know," Wendy said with bitterness, having enough of hearing them talk bad about her work buddy. She marched towards. "Why don't you fix the windmill if you think you could do a better job?!"
"Woah, woah! Chill out, Wendy," Robbie said to his secret crush, holding up his hands as she stopped in front of them. "What's gotten into you?"
"Why did you guys have to be so hard on him? I thought you all liked him," she demanded her childhood friends with a glare. "Patrick was only trying to do the right thing."
"All because of a piece of paper."
"That told us not to let the windmill stop turning!" Wendy sighed to calm herself. "Look you guys, you may be my friends, but Patrick is too." She stopped when the lights turned back on again. They all looked up at the lights in shock. Wendy looked back at them with a scowl. "I'm going to help him out," she proclaimed, walking towards the doors.
"Wendy, wait," Robbie called out to her. Feeling that he was losing her to Patrick. How could she be so willing to help a guy she barely knew?
Outside, Patrick was sweating like crazy as he frantically cranked the wrench in the windmill. Trying to get the thing to turn faster. He had no idea what he just saw, but wasn't willing to find out.
Wendy opened the doors and exited out of the store. She looked up at the windmill and saw her friend working on. "Hey, Patrick!"
Her calling to him caused the boy to stop and let take out the wrench. "Wendy?" he said. Suddenly, the sweat on his hands caused the tool to shoot out of his tight grip. "NO!" Patrick tried to grab it as it fell, but it was too late.
Wendy watched as the wrench fell and landed on the ground. She looked up at Patrick and said, "Don't worry, I'll get it!"
"NO, DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Patrick suddenly shouted, startling her. He then quickly started climbing down the ladder. "Just get back inside and lock the doors!"
"Is this about earlier," Wendy asked with a sad expression. "Look, I'm so sorry about that!"
"Apology accepted!" He exclaimed before she could continue, reaching the ground and hopping off the ladder, before running towards the wrench.
"Patrick?"
He grabbed the wrench and looked up at Wendy, seeing that she was still there. "Get back inside before it's—"
Patrick and his heart stopped when he heard the windmill stop turning. He looked at it, before hearing the rumbling sound of running horses. He looked in the direction of it.
Wendy heard it too, and looked in the same direction. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Holy shit!"
The four glowing figure appeared again, and this time, as they got closer, their hideous forms were able to be seen.
They were four living skeletons with green hues and outlines and red eyes, wearing old, worn away armor, tattered capes and horned helmets. They rode on skeleton horses and held up their weapons. The sounds of their horrifying hollow laughing echoed.
Wendy and Patrick screamed in terror at the sight of the undead horsemen.
Behind the door opened and out came the other teens. "How hard is it to fix a…" Robbie yelled at Patrick, before they all noticed the horsemen. "What the!" The horsemen had their horses jump over the fence with little trouble, and landed on the other side.
They then charged at Patrick, before encircling him and the windmill.
"Patrick!" Wendy called to him, as the undead beings circled him like sharks. "Get out of there!"
Patrick would have, but as he looked around for a way to escape, he was unable to find one. He backed up into the windmill. Looking up at the blades, he finally understood why the warning said not to have it stop turning and knew that the only way to get the horsemen to go away is to start it again. He placed the wrench into his back pocket and raced up the ladder.
"What's he doing!?" Nate exclaimed.
"I don't know man! I don't know!" Lee responded.
Patrick reached the top of the ladder and got onto the platform. He then jammed the wrench into the windmill and started cranking.
The windmill began turning, and the undead horsemen disappeared into thin air. He lets out a sigh of relief.
"Where'd they go," Tambry asked, looking around for the horsemen.
"Let's just go already!" Robbie exclaimed.
"Patrick, come on!" Wendy called up to him. "We're leaving!"
"We can't leave yet!" Patrick told them, leaving the wrench in the windmill as he walked to the ladder. "Somehow the windmill—" He stopped after accidentally stepping on a randomly placed screw driver. This caused him to trip and fall backwards, off of the windmill. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
He fell all the way to the ground and landed on his back.
"Patrick!" Wendy ran towards him, with the others following her.
"Oowwwwww." Patrick groaned in aching agony. It felt like his entire body was in pain from the fall. But luckily the bag was able to break a small amount of the fall. Still feeling it, he struggled to sit up. Only for the wrench to fall straight onto his head. "OW!"
Wendy and her friends ran to him, but gasped and stopped.
Patrick rubbed his head where the wrench hit, before opening an eye to look at it. He then, however, gasped in horror too, as he held it up. It was the only thing that was keeping the windmill running. He heard the sound of horse hoofs on the hard concrete, and looked up.
The undead horsemen and their horses were staring down right at him. Their red eyes glaring at his figure with the intent to kill.
Patrick screamed and the horsemen's horses reared up on their hind legs, as they hollowed out their battle cry. He quickly got up and made a break for it. Patrick took off his backpack and fished for his crowbar. Grabbing it, he dropped the bag, before stopping and quickly blocking the double-headed ax. The he blocked the sword, before jumping out of the way when all the weapons came down on him.
"Patrick!" Wendy called to him.
"Forget him!" Robbie exclaimed, pointing towards the fence. "Let's go!" However, right when he said that, two of the horsemen turned around and charged at them. The teenagers screamed in terror and ran away. Going towards the convenience store, they were about to hide in the building, when the horseman with the flail got in front of them. Blocking their way inside. They turned around to run away, only for the sword horseman to stop them.
Patrick, stopping at the windmill, saw this and in a desperate move threw his crowbar at the sword horseman. It hits it in the head, knocking off the pointed top of it. The undead stopped and felt the top of his helmet. Realizing it lost its top, it hissed and led the other three horsemen to charge at Patrick.
Seeing them running towards him, Patrick quickly climbed up the ladder, right before the sword-wielding could cut his foot off. Half way up, he looked down and saw them staring up at him. He then looked at the other teens. "Back in the store," Wendy told her friends and they nodded. She grabbed the handles and attempted to open them, but the doors wouldn't budge. "What the... Guys... It's locked!"
Patrick heard this and was ready to go all the way to the top. However, he heard the sound of breaking wood and looked down.
The sword had cut through the ladder and it was beginning to fall over.
Fearing for his life, Patrick looked around for a way to get off the ladder. As it started to topple over to the left, he acted quickly and grabbed onto one of the blades of the windmill.
While the ladder hits the ground, Patrick held onto the blade for dear life. However, things went from bad to worse when it turned counterclockwise, due to the weight of his body. After blade stopped when was at the lowest end, Patrick felt his grip on it slip.
He tried to hold on tighter, but in the end, he slides off the blade and falls to the ground. His hands tearing the cloth on the back, revealing a strange symbol. The windmill started turning again.
Patrick, again, landed hard on his back. This time hurting more, due to him not having the bag. The horsemen hollowed out their laughing battle cry, raising their weapons over their heads. He braced himself for death, only for the four undead skeletons to vanish into purple smoke.
Opening his eyes, he saw they were gone and let out a sigh of relief. "Patrick," said Wendy as she and the others rushed over to him. "Are you okay?"
"Not too bad," he lied, standing up with Lee and Nate helping him.
"What the hell were those things!?" Robbie demanded. "And what was their deal!?"
"I don't know, but I've got a feeling that that paper was warning us about this!" Patrick stated. "Whenever the windmill's turning, those horsemen go away. And they appear whenever it stops."
"That makes no sense," Tambry exclaimed.
"It doesn't matter whether or out it makes sense." Patrick walked over to where he threw the backpack and grabbed it. "Whatever's happening is happening for a reason," He said, taking the journal out and flipping through it as he walked back over to them, under the windmill. "Maybe if we can figure out what it is, then we'll make it out of this!"
"'Uh-uh, they'll let us live!'" Robbie sarcastically mocked him. "Yeah, that makes a lot of…sense…?" He stopped when flakes of gray pieces of cloth rained down on them, confusing the teens. Wendy looked and saw that they were coming from the windmill blades that were turning slowly. Adjusting her hat with a determined expression, the redhead started climbing up the leg of the tower.
When she arrived at the platform, Wendy stood on it and looked at the back of the blades. The expression of her face showed her surprise and shock when she saw four unique symbols on it. She stared at them questioningly, before pulling out her phone and began taking pictures of each symbol.
A moment later, Wendy came down at went to her friends. "Check this out," she said, showing them the pictures.
"Whoa!"
"Freaky."
"Intense."
Robbie scuffed. "So what?"
"Wait, I think I've seen those symbols before," Patrick said, holding up the journal.
Back at the Mystery Shack, Stan was now fully invested in the The Duchess Approves. The twins remained at the front of his feet, staring at the screen with hopefully eyes. Having finished off the popcorn and three of the sodas, they were now having to use ice cream to cope with the emotions they were feeling because of the movie.
"I don't care about Dukes, or Commoners, or His Royal Highness Lionel of Cornwall!" said Duchess, while Dipper was holding the boil of ice cream. He scooped out some with a spoon and ate it. He then scooped a spoonful of ice cream for his sister and handed it to her. However, Mabel was so invested in the movie that she tried to use her tongue to pick the ice cream off the spoon, only for the ice cream to fall onto the floor. "I'm not afraid anymore, Mother!"
"Duchess, I forbid you." Mother said, as Dipper handed the bowl of ice cream to Stan, who took it and started eating.
"Oh, man," Mabel whispered in excitement. "This is the best part!" Dipper nodded with equal excitement.
"I may be a Duchess, but...I'm also a woman!" Duchess, with tears in her eyes, took her hat off to reveal her long hair flying in the wind. This causes the twins to cheer loudly.
"Rock on, girl!" Mabel exclaimed, throwing her fist in the air.
"In your face, Elizabeth!" Dipper pointed at the screen. Then the two heard soft whimpering from behind and turned their heads to see it was Stan. The old man had tears formed in his eyes and looked like he was holding in all his emotions in. "Stan? Are you going to cry?"
"No! It's just...It's just..." Stan couldn't hold it in any longer and covered his eyes with his hands when he started sobbing. "It's just like my life!...in a way."
After getting back into the Dust 2 Dawn, the teens barricade the door with a shelf and the windows with planks of wood and nails. They were now sitting on their knees while gathering around Patrick, who had the journal opened and flipping through.
"Are you sure that what we need is in this journal, Patrick," Wendy asked him.
"It has to be, otherwise, we're screwed," he responded.
"Yeah, right, I'm sure the old-ass journal would have their back stories too!" Robbie said sarcastically.
"If you have any other ideas on how to beat them, Robbie, I'd love to hear it. So for now, shut it." Patrick retorted, not taking his eyes off the journal as he flipped to the next page. "Found it!"
The other looked at the journal. It was titled the 'Windmill Vandals' and along with writing, it had a picture of the windmill itself, a man with a long white bread holding up a peace sign, and a picture of four strong-looking men.
"It said: 'While seeming like an old relic of the past, this windmill was built 250 years ago, before the official founding of Gravity Falls. It was built by its first owner, Farmer Jiles Galette. He created it at a time when everyone depended on waterwheels...run by a horde of Vandals. One day, the water dried up, and it made Farmer Galette the only man with a working mill. The Vandals hated him for that, but he kept them at bay by carving magical symbols on the blades of his windmill wheel. Legend has it: if the windmill ever stops turning, the Vandals will rise from the dead and seek vengeance on all who possess it.'"
The other teenagers gasped in shock and terror.
"But why are they attacking us?" Wendy exclaimed in concern and fear. "We don't own it!"
Patrick though for a moment. She had a valid point. Why would the Vandals attack them? They didn't know the windmill, they were just here to party. However, a terrible thought entered his head. "Wendy," he said, "do you remember what you said when I unlocked the doors?"
—(flashback)—
"Yeah!" Wendy exclaimed. "Tonight, we own this place!"
—(flashback ends)—
"But I was only talking about the store! Not the windmill!"
"Think about," he told her before turning to Lee. "Lee, you said that the old couple who lived here was killed and their heads were missing, right?"
"Yeah." He nodded his head, before his eyes widened. "Wait, are you saying…"
"That's right…They were the last owners of Galette's windmill."
The other teenagers gasped in shock, as the severity of the situation started to settle in. "So what do we do," asked Thompson. As soon after he said that, the lights started to flicker on and off. They looked up at the ceiling, as the lights went off completely.
Tambry ran up to the one of the boarded windows, where a gap in the planks was. She looked through it, and then saw the dust cloud appearing again. "Uh, guys," she said nervously.
"We have to stay here," Robbie said. "They can't get in here with the barricade." But after he said, the shelf was destroyed in half, and the Vandals came riding into the store. The sudden break in caused all of them to scream in terror.
"Outside, Now!" Patrick yelled.
The teenagers ran out of the Dust 2 Dawn safely and head to the windmill. Behind them, the Vandals rides towards them.
"Thompson, hurry!" Wendy called to her friend. Thompson, being the heaviest of them was slower. He panted heavily while sweating.
The rest of the teenagers made it to the windmill with no trouble, but they looked back and saw their friend having trouble getting to where they were. The intensity only increased when they saw the Vandals catching up to him. "Look out!" Patrick yelled.
"Huh?" Thompson looked over his shoulder.
The Sword Vandal then cuts his head off.
The rest of the teenagers screamed in horror at the sight. However, to their relief, his body wasn't dead and there was no blood. It only bent no on its knees and tried feeling for its missing head. The Vandal that took Thompson's head held it up like a trophy. However, he was not dead at all. "Wha? Oh, no! I've lost my body!" He exclaimed before crying. "I'm just a head!"
Patrick looked to his left and saw one of the Vandals coming at them. "Scatter!" They all ran in different direction.
"How do we get them to stop?!" Wendy exclaimed.
"I told you guys! We got to fix the windmill!" Patrick stated loudly. He dodged the double-headed ax and then blocked it. He was surprised by the strength that the Vandal had, despite being dead.
Nate stopped and looked at the ground. His eyes widened when he saw the wrench and picked it up. "I got the wrench," he exclaimed, holding it up. However, he heard the sound of hooves clacking behind him. Nate turned around.
The Ax Vandal rode towards and cuts his head off.
"AAHH!" Nate's head screamed in the air, before it was caught by the Vandal.
"Nate!" Lee called to his friend, before running to him. He ran to his wandering and confused body and grabbed the wrench from him. "Patrick, here!" He threw at the Pines male, before his head was cut off too. "Oh man."
Patrick saw the tool coming at him and broke off his battle with the Double-Headed Ax Vandal, before running to catch the wrench, only for the Flail Vandal to knock it away.
The wrench flew into the before it was caught by the Sword Vandal, who had Thompson's crying head on his waist. Wendy then jumped over the side of the horse and grabbed it from the Vandal's hand, shocking it. Moving quickly, she quickly took Thompson's head too. "Tambry! Catch!" She called out, throwing the head towards the Goth girl.
Tambry was able catch him, but looked at him with disgust. "This is so gross."
"At least you have a body," he countered, before they heard one of the Vandals behind them.
The Double-Headed Ax Vandal hollowed before swinging to the side.
Tambry's body was without a head, so it placed Thompson's head on it. He looked down at his new body and yelled. "Now I'm Tambry," he exclaimed in dismay.
"Don't you dare touch anything, Thompson!" She ordered him, as the Vandal held up her head and chuckled. Then out of nowhere, Nate's body jumped over its horse and grabbed her head.
It landed on the ground and puts her head on before continuing to run. Meanwhile, Nate's head on Lee's body was running away from the Flail Vandal, and Lee's head on Thompson's body was running away from the Single-Headed Ax Vandal. The four mismatched friend then ran towards each other. They then took their heads off with a pop, before throwing them to their correct bodies,and putting them back on with another pop. Happy to have their bodies back again, it was short lived when three of the Vandals came charging at them. They ran for their lives again.
Wendy climbed up the top of the windmill and jammed the wrench into the gearbox, before cranking it. She could hear the sounds of her friends screaming for their lives and the haunting laugher of the Vandals echoing in her ears. Her face sweated as she cranked faster, but the windmill wouldn't turn. "COME ON!" She exclaimed and punched the gearbox in frustration.
Patrick ran up the windmill and looked up at her. "What's wrong?" He called up to her.
"The stupid thing wouldn't work!" Wendy responded down at him. She then noticed something red next to him and looked at it. It was the red cone. She gasped in realization. "Patrick, quick! Bring up that cone!"
Looking down at cone that she was pointing to, Patrick bent down to grab it. However, he heard the sound of one of the Vandals coming behind him. Looking over his right shoulder, Patrick saw the Sword Vandal swinging its sword at him. Acting quickly, he brought his crowbar up to block it. However, when the sword strikes it, the blade knocked the crowbar out of his hand.
Fearing for his life, Patrick stared at the Vandal with fright as it approached him on the horse.
The Sword Vandal raised its blade to cut him down. "HYAH!" Suddenly, Wendy dropped down on the horse, before grabbing the tattered cape and wrapped it around the head and arms of the Vandal and pulled back. Unable to see or move its arms, the undead horseman hollowed while its horse started bucking like a rodeo bull. "Patrick, go!" She ordered, struggling to hold onto the Vandal. "Fix it before it's too late!"
Patrick quickly bent down and grabbed the cone, before running to the windmill. He then started climbing up the tower hurriedly.
Wendy continued to hold onto the Sword Vandal, as the horse's bucking and attempts to get her off led them to where the other three Vandals had Thompson, Lee, Nate, Tambry, and Robbie surrounded. The tattered cape started to tear. "Whoa, whoa!" Soon the piece of the cape she was holding onto tore completely, giving the horse the chance to bounce her off its back and kick her in the stomach.
Patrick made it to the top of the windmill and placed the cone into it. Now the windmill was completely together.
Wendy landed painfully on the ground, before her friends kneeled down to help her sit up. After they all helped her sit up, they saw the Vandals surrounding them, making them scream in terror.
"Turn, baby! Turn!" Patrick exclaimed, as the windmill started turning again after being fixed.
The six friends screamed while hugging each other in their final moment, as the Vandals raised their weapons to kill them. The teens closed their eyes and waited for the agony to come when the weapons were brought down, only for the four Vandals to disappear.
Patrick sighed in relief, happy that the nightmare was finally over. And not a moment too soon. He then looked at the spinning blades in front of him and said in confusion, "What the?"
With the windmill turning, the symbols on the back of the blades came together, forming the image of Farmer Jiles Galette.
"Heh, not bad," he said with a grin, before climbing down the windmill. As he descended, Patrick was greeted with the other teenagers running towards him, cheering for him. Nate and Lee fist bumped him, with Tambry taking pictures of him, nearly blinding him with the flashes. Patrick laughed at all the positivity he was receiving, before he was picked up and placed on Thompson's and Lee's shoulders.
"Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!" They chanted his name, except for Wendy and Robbie, who were standing a few feet away.
Robbie, who was mostly hiding when the Vandals attacked, didn't look all to impress and scowled. Wendy on the other hand, cheered for him. "So what," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "he's still a loser in my book." The emo teen received a hard elbow to the gut buy the redhead, before she went back to cheering.
Hearing her, Patrick turned towards her, a little surprised that she was cheering for him. Wendy halted her cheering, and smiled at him, before holding up his crowbar. Patrick eyes widened as he saw her having his weapon, but he smiled back at her and gave her a thumbs up.
Later on, dawn was approaching, and everyone except Wendy and Patrick was sleeping in the van. The latter was finished closing the doors of the Dust 2 Dawn, and was now dropping down to the ground after climbing the fence. He walked over to where the van was parked, as Wendy leaned against it waiting for him.
"I can't believe we even survived that hold ordinal," he said in astonishment.
"Tell me about it," she said with her usual smile, "I'm probably scarred for life."
"Welcome to my life." The two of them laughed at his comment.
"I think I'll go stare at a wall for a while and rethink everything," she proclaimed, with her smile turned to serious expression. Wendy then looked down in guilt, scratching the back her head. She didn't know how to start, but figured it was time to make things right. "Hey, look, I'm really sorry about what I said about you. I don't know why I said that. You're a really cool guy and it wasn't right of me to turn on you like that."
"It's okay, Wendy," he told her, before looking down himself. "I shouldn't have lost my temper and hit the windmill. If I haven't, we wouldn't have been in this mess."
Wendy looked at him sadly for a moment, before smiling a bit. "I guess we're both not so cool, huh?" She said, trying to cheer him up.
Patrick looked at her and smiled. "Yeah."
"Hey, next time we hang out, let's stay at the Mystery Shack. Okay?"
"Sure! But for now, I'm just looking forward to sleep." Patrick walked pasted her and got into the van.
Wendy was about to step inside too, but noticed something on the ground. Looking down, she saw it was a crumpled piece of paper. Figuring that Patrick must have dropped it, she picked it up and got into the van. "Hey, Patrick," she said, but saw him already asleep in the back. Figuring that she'll give it to him another time, she got out of the van and head to the driver's side.
With Thompson asleep with the rest of them, Wendy was left with no choice but to drive them home. Opening the door, she sat in the seat and closed the door. Curious, she looked at the paper and unraveled it.
Wendy gasped and blushed.
It was a drawing of her. It was beautifully drawn, showing her smiling and having a good time.
Staring at it for a moment, Wendy couldn't help but admire it, with it's beautifully, carefully drawn lines and shading. She then looked into the rear view mirror at Patrick's sleeping form, realizing that he actually drew her. Wendy smiled at him, silently thanking him. She then placed the placed the drawing in her shirt pocket, and started the car.
The van drives away from the Dust 2 Dawn, as the windmill continued to turn. Once it drove out of sight, the cursed windmill disappeared, and the lights of the convenience store went out.
That the fifth chapter! I hoped you all liked the altered version of "the Inconveniencing".
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