Wendy hopped out of Thompson's van, waving them off. She sauntered over to the door of the Mystery Shack, flinging it open.
She shouted out, "Hey dorks, I'm her-"
No one was there to greet her. Not the cheerful Mabel, who always welcomed her with a smile. Not the lovestruck Dipper, who whenever she talked to shyly replied. Not money-hungry Stan, who never took kindly to her in the first place. Soos wasn't even in sight.
Okay, something was always wrong when Soos wasn't there.
"Dipper? Mabel? Any of you dorks here?" she called into the lonesome Shack, her gaze shooting to the door which led to the Pines' home. Since she was an employee, Wendy couldn't enter the other parts of the house on working hours. But this was drastic, right?
A minute later she found herself in the living room. Walking over to the staircase, Wendy noticed a large brownish stain on the landing. Weird. Was that...
Stan's blood-covered body laid face-down on the stairs, red stains drying in his hair. She stepped over the old man's body, not batting a lash. Was her Dipper involved in it, then? She had to find him.
When she reached the attic, she saw Dipper's body on the now blood-red floor. Blood stains covered his clothes and drenched his hair. She couldn't have believed it even if not for all of the blood. It must've been everywhere. On the walls, the carpet, his clothes, even dripping down the stairs.
Wendy kneeled down next to the boy. She rolled him over to see even more blood. Then something caught her eye.
His neck.
She winced at it, terrified. It was bright red with blood. It was Her gaze flickered to his small, twisted up body looking smaller than it's ever been; reminding Wendy of the young, innocent boy he was.
Or, had been.
A dark voice suddenly whispered in her ear. "You're next…you're next…"
Wendy whirled around, her hat ears flopping in her face. "W-Who's there? C'mon, I-I won't hurt you…"
The voice murmured deeper, almost to her soul. "Oh but I will. If you tell anyone what you have seen… you'll be next…"
Hesitation filled the air before the voice chimed, "You'll be done for."
Wendy was disoriented the rest of her life, that one day haunting her, looming in the back of her mind. She eventually married Robbie, in hopes she'll forget it.
But she never did.
After a while, after they had two kids (which meant the world to both of them), she decided to tell Robbie about that unfortunate afternoon. It felt good in a way, but she knew she'd regret it later on.
Well 2 days later, Jackie V., the youngest of the two kids, was found horribly slaughtered in her crib. But the part the police couldn't figure out?
Her esophagus was missing.