What cuts the deepest
"Dipper?" Wendy whispered carefully once she had crept a bit closer to where Dipper was sat on the rock, once she was close enough she placed a hand on his shoulder, making him jump and drop the nail and bottle of vodka he was holding. The bottle smashed, spraying glass and alcohol everywhere.
"Wendy? What the hell are you doing?" Dipper demanded angrily
"Woah, dude. Chill out will you... It sounded like you was crying so I wanted to come and check on you" Wendy explained, she sat down next to him and tried to put a comforting arm around him but he pulled away.
"Well I'm fine so you can go away" Dipper told her coldly, the light of the moon highlighting the tears that were falling down and staining his cheeks
"Dipper... Please tell me what's wrong, you're scaring me" Wendy pleaded.
"Just leave me alone" Dipper asked her desperately, standing up and getting ready to walk away from her
"DIPPER STOP!" Wendy yelled at him, grabbing him by the arm, feeling the sticky blood Dipper drew earlier begining to dry, she tighten her grip and demanded that Dipper show her what was wrong with his arm.
"Okay" Dipper sniffled, he freed his arm from Wendy's grip and with a look of shame in his eyes he showed her his cut arm
"Oh shit dude. Why?" Wendy asked.
"Cause I'm a freak" Dipper whispered in response
"How are you a freak?"
"Because I'm in love with Mabel and because we're expecting a baby together and... Because I'm just worthless right now"
"Dipper..." Wendy couldn't think of anything to add after that so she just threw her arms around Dipper and pulled him close to her "you're not worthless" She added quietly, Dipper pulled away and wiped his eyes.
"Don't tell Mabel about this please" He begged, Wendy smiled at him and made the motion of zipping her lips shut, trusting that this gesture the two of them had shared for years would be enough to convince him that he could trust her not to speak of this.
"Wendy... I... Pacifica... I mean... I..." Dipper stammered
"Dude, slow down... I got ya, what are you trying to say?" Wendy questioned. Dipper took a deep breath and readied himself to confess.
"I was at school earlier today and Pacifica... She pinned me down and she made out with me" Dipper admitted, staring down at the ground, fearing what he would see in Wendy's eyes.
"She's dead" Wendy spat
"Please don't, I don't want any more trouble" Dipper told her
"DUDE! That's assault, you can't let her get away with it" Wendy raged at him
"I won't but I'm not gonna stress Mabel out with this... Not now"
"I'll keep this quiet... For now"
"Thanks Wend-" Dipper was stopped mid sentence as he turned suddenly and violently began to vomit. Wendy cringed as Dipper continued being sick, she was old enough now to have seen this all before with young teens drinking. She placed a comforting hand on his back and began to rub it gently, waiting for him to finish throwing up.
"Come on, let's get you home and cleaned up okay?" She offered as she helped him back to his feet, allowing him to put an arm around her she led him back home to the Mystery Shack.
"I'm sorry Wendy" Dipper apologised as she left him at the Shack's front door.
"Forget about it man" Wendy told him, giving him a half smile.
Once inside the Shack, Dipper stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up and deciding that he was in no fit state to climb them he decided it would be best if he just went and slept on the living room sofa for the rest of the night. crashing down on the sofa, Dipper fell asleep almost instantly.
After saying her goodbyes to Thompson Wendy entered her house and crept quietly upstairs, being careful not to wake her father or her brothers up. Sitting down on her bed she began to undress, throwing her shirt to the floor she saw that the back and the shoulders of it were drenched in Dipper's blood from where she helped him to the Mystery Shack earlier on.
"Oh Dipper" she mumbled, feeling awful for her friend she vowed that she'd do something to help him sort this mess out.
One week later
"Grunkle Stan... Can we talk to you about something?" Dipper asked quietly as he pulled up a chair opposite his great uncle at the breakfast table, Mabel poured out some coffee for them and moved off to start cooking them all a large breakfast
"Well... Are you gonna start talking or are you waiting for something" Stan laughed
"Well it's kind of difficult to say..." Dipper began
"Wait... You two aren't gonna tell me she's pregnant are you?" Stan asked, pointing at Mabel, Dipper glanced over at her and then looked back down at the table, avoiding Stan's gaze
"You are, aren't you?"
"We're sorry Grunkle Stan" Mabel apologised, turning around to face Stan,
"What happened to you two being careful?"
"We were... This was a complete accident"
"Please don't kick us out... You're all the family we have" Mabel pleaded, tears filling her eyes.
"Oh pumpkin, I'm not going to kick you out"
"You promise?"
"I promise"
"Do you have anything to add to this?" Stan asked, turning around to face Dipper
"Just that we're so sorry that this happened and that we honestly didn't mean for it to" Dipper repeated Mabel's earlier sentiments
"I take it you've known a while? How far along? Have you had any scans or anything?"
"We're... I mean Mabel is 13 weeks along, and we had a scan last week" Dipper answered
"And...?"
"And... The baby is completely healthy" Mabel confirmed. Stan motioned for the pair of them to come over to him, they glanced at each other, not sure what Stan was going to say or do but moved to where he was pointing to with no argument. Stan placed his hands on each of their shoulders and squeezed them gently
"Look... I know this isn't ideal for anyone involved here and if I'm honest I'm not entirely happy that this has happend but you two have created a new life and I couldn't be more proud of you both" Stan admitted
"Umm Grunkle Stan? Are you getting sappy in your old age?" Mabel teased
"Maybe... But don't forget I can hide your body where nobody would ever find it" Stan joked, winking at his neice.