Does this story have a conclusion forthcoming? Why yes, yes it does! I know exactly where I plan to end this story, though I am not incredibly positive when the ending shall commence. I kinda have a really big chapter planned before the ultimately much lighter finale, maybe that chapter will be split up to draw out the conclusion, or maybe it will come all at once and just be much longer, either way, here goes this one.

"Am I cuter than those guys?" Ethan asked, plopping down to sit next to her as she watched Dream boy High for the one hundredth time that week.

"Who, Craz and Xyler? Nah, you don't hold a candle, and they're better in real life, right?"

"Right? You always say the craziest things, Mabel Pines. That's why I like you."

"My mom let you in?"

"Yeah."

"I figured my brother wouldn't. He's still mad at you for you know, ditching me on Valentines."

"I told you it was an emergency with my family. I missed you terribly."

"Hey... I missed you too. I forgive you. My brother still thinks it was sucky of you, though."

"Well, he's right. Which is why I got you this..." He pulled out a sparkly charm bracelet, with charms personalized to fit her. There was a shooting star, a ball of yarn with knitting needles, a smiley face with braces, a pine tree to represent Dipper's part in her life, a welcome to Piedmont license plate charm, a tiny little pig face, and two small connected hearts. He gave her a dopey grin.

"D'you like it?" She threw her arms around him in a hug.

"I love it."

"And, I something for Dipper, as well." He grinned bigger as if he was proud of himself for coming prepared.

"Oh? Not a charm bracelet, I hope. Dipper doesn't really love those."

"No, no, not a charm bracelet. But I managed to get all three of us tickets to this paranormal show two towns over. Dipper loves that kind of stuff, right?"

"Yeah... I'll go ask him. You should stay here, though."

"To stay safe?" She rolled her eyes.

"Sure. Dipper is totally going to maim you on contact." Maim was another one of those Dipper words. Ethan bought it, though, and shuddered. Mabel snickered a little as she skipped upstairs, knowing Dipper would probably say yes. He was itching for something interesting to happen in Piedmont.

"Hey, Dipstick," She teased, "guess who's downstairs."

"Mermando," He said sarcastically.

"Not quite. It's Ethan."

"Goody. Why do I care?"

"He says he's got all three of us tickets to some private show or something."

"Why do I care?"

"It's paranormal. You've been waiting for this since August!"

"It's a hoax, probably about as legitimate as the Mystery Shack."

"You still want to check it out, though, right?"

"I guess. But I'm not counting anything."

"Bring your book, just in case." He grabbed the hard backed journal with a pine tree on the front.

"Alright."

Because Ethan was only 14 he couldn't drive even though he was always trying to get the keys to his dad's car. So his dad drove him to a pier two towns over and they proceeded to search for this amazing show Ethan had hyped up way too much. Dipper spotted it first. He elbowed Mabel hard, and they both looked up in horror.

"Hey Ethan, is this that amazing show you were talking about?" Ethan looked away from Mabel for a second to focus in on the tent.

"Yeah! I present to you the Tent of Telepathy!" He looked pleased.

"Great. Let's not delay the inevitable." Dipper fixed his hat, which would have looked cooler had it been his cap but worked fine as is, and they headed into the tent.

"My sweet little sugar plum! And her brother."

"We're not doing this Gideon. I have a boyfriend."

"Oh. You two know each other? Whoops." Ethan looked embarrassed. Gideon turned a critical gaze towards Ethan.

"Well, well. He's not much, and his hair could be better. But if he treats you well I won't have to send my minions to haunt his nightmares." He said in that southern drawl of his. Ethan gulped.

"Is he serious?"

"No, he's only nine years old." Dipper said.

"I am ten years old now and a formidable foe Dipper Pines and don't you forget it! Sweet tea?"

"Uh, sure."

"Please, please sit."

"Gideon... Are you following us?"

"What? Why of course not! Don't be ridiculous sugar bear. I am here shooting a movie about a child psychic and promoting it by spreading my mystical abilities to the world."

"You're a fraud, Gideon."

"Be that as it may, Dipper Pines, the world believes, and so I believe. You and I have seen enough weird to last decades, so is it really that hard to believe I have an ounce of mystical ability in my lil' ole' body?" Dipper scratched his head.

"Well, no, I guess not... But this is all still a scam."

"Not at all Pine Tree. I see things. Here them. An after affect of the Falls, perhaps, or something more. Either way, I know some truths. Sweet pea, your boyfriend is hiding things. Don't allow me to stir up trouble between y'all, but I see it. Don't need a crystal ball or any cards, it's in his eyes. Have you looked at his eyes lately?"

"S-sure. They're Hazel."

"Seem a bit yellowish to me. And I know other things, too. I know it isn't the end. That there is more coming. Big, bad things. But y'all aren't really interested in my scam anyways so I guess you ought to be going." Ethan uneasily grabbed Mabel's hand and pulled her out of the tent, but she could hear Dipper and Gideon still talking inside.

"How do you know these things, Gideon Gleeful?"

"In my dreamscape, I see things. If I knew he was with her I would've been more concerned. Maybe they're bad dreams, or maybe they're buried truths. Take care of her, Dipper. That is all I ask."

"You need to tell me more of what's coming."

"Give me your Journal, I'll write it down." There were a few moments of silence, and then the book slammed shut.

Later, at night, when it was just the two of them, Mabel asked to see what was in the journal. But he looked scared, and wouldn't show her. So she knew it had to be Bill.