he set off to see one more person. It was quite a far walk but he ran more than that in an hour. She lived near the woods, there family is lumberjacks mostly. She wasn't though. She wanted to be a writer or something. It was a passion of hers. Dipper first met her when he came here for the first time when he was twelve, 2 years ago, she was 14. now she was almost 17. he missed those days. When it was just them having fun. Before Bill, before Ford, before the war. It was just them looking for the author of the journals. It was fun, but it was gone. When Dipper came last summer Stan was trying to bring back Ford. It worked. And everything that happened was due to that, the rift, the war, and Bill in Dipper's head. He was approaching the old shack that they lived in. he got nervous before he pushed the doorbell. He stood there for a minute. Despite all that had happened he still sort of liked Wendy. It was a childish thing to get so flustered over talking to a girl that you liked, but he could not help it. He manned up and rang the bell. It dinged… but there was no answer, or sound. Not from the bell of the house. He let out a sigh of relief. But this was getting him nowhere. He knocked on the door. It made a loud bang followed by some gruff footsteps. It took a minute but the person made it to the door. When it opened manly Dan just stood there and looked at me. His eyes were red with bags under his bags. It looked like he hadn't slept in days. Despite that he still was able to fake a smile. "hey hero." he said to Dipper. "um, hey Dan." he said surprised to see him in this state. "I bet you're looking for Wendy." he said sure of himself. "well… yes, but I want to know how your doing too Mr. Dan." he said hoping he would give an explanation to how he was doing. But instead he pointed to the woods that lay behind his home. "she'll be out there." he said in a firm, but gentle tone. "thanks Mr. Dan." Dipper said to him. He looked at me with a look that said slightly annoyed but is very diligent. "just call me Dan hero." he said hoping he would actually do it. As Dipper stepped back the door slammed behind him. Why did he call me hero? He asked himself. Eh, whatever. He headed into the deep woods that were behind the house. It was a large plot of woods, Dipper always wondered why they didn't log it ad use the wood for money. Or turn it into a farm, maybe even build a bigger house on it. But they didn't. It probably had not even crossed their minds. As he was walking he started to hear a light hum. It sounded like the old song the Irish would play AT FUNERALS. It was fairly close so Dipper decided to go and check it out. Needless to say it was creepy. But Dipper was confident that if it was an anomaly he could at least handle it. As he grew closer to the noise it became less eerie and more familiar. Almost like he had heard it before. Not the song in particular, but the beautiful sounding voice. It was a little gruff, but very feminine and slow. As he walked through the deep woods the came to a clearing, an area that had not many trees. Like it had been cleared by an expert. The voice grew closer as Dipper walked near the middle of the clearing. On a rock lay a tallish girl with deep red hair. It was Wendy. Sitting next to what seemed to be a head stone. singing that song in a monotone hum. She didn't notice Dipper standing there. He sat down on a nearby rock and listened to the humming for another minute or two until she was done. Dipper started to clap his hands together to get her attention. "that was really good, Wendy." he said to her hoping she would recognize his voice. She looked at him for a few seconds, at first she did not realize who she was talking to. Then once she did her mood changed. Not in a good way though. When Wendy saw Dipper he was hoping she would be happy to see him, but she wasn't. She looked more distraught to see him than ever. She didn't smile or even brighten. She just spoke sadly. "hey Dipper, long time." she said to him almost like she was mad he was there. "what's with the long face red." he asked her hoping she would cheer up. But she still didn't. She was still unhappy. In fact, instead of talking, or giving him a long affectionate hug. She just ran away. "Wendy wait." Dipper shouted in hopes to stop her. He was curious in why she avoided him. He stumbled on a medium sized rock and tripped into the gravestone she was sat near. It had jewish engagements on it. It read as follows. "here lies Elisabeth Corduroy, loving mother and wife. She will be missed." it hit Dipper. He was such an asshole. Wendy's mom had been sick for the past few months, when weirdmaggedon struck it must have been more than she could handle. She passed away. He was such an asshole. He had no idea of this, he hadn't even talked to Wendy since the day Mabel left. Instead of having a friend to talk to she had to go through this all on her own. I'll catch up to her and try to console her. He thought to himself. But at the moment when he was running to her his phone rang. It was ford, he had sent Dipper a text saying 'get to the shack not emergency.' if he left now he might not get another chance to see her, but it was Ford. He would not text him if it were not a emergency. He had to go to the shack. Wendy would have to wait.
He had to go.
an/ sorry for the short chapters. I've been finding it hard to write these, i'm not ending the series but it might be dull for a while
sincerely: yeetguy