"Y̴̯̼͐̉a̸̲͖̽̂ ̵̰̫͊͐k̴̨̢͋͝ǹ̷̟̰͊ồ̴̰̺w̶̛̻̭̏ ̸̗͇̐̋w̴̻̾͝ͅh̷͖̺̋̉a̷̺͒̋͜ẗ̵̩̝́̃,̵̢͇̊͆ ̸͖̰͌͝ț̷̗̾̇a̵̱͈̽̓k̸͇̩͊͊e̵̳͙̕͝ ̴͕̦̏̈́t̴̩̓͠ͅh̴͉̙͋̀i̸̘͎̽͝s̵̩͖̐̃.̷̰̯͂͌" He took a piece of folded-up paper and tossed it to Dipper, who was backed up against the wall in fear and shock. Dipper just sat there, frozen. Stanford Pines calmly walked over and picked up the paper, having dealt with demons before.
"What is this?" Stanford asked.
"S̴͇̤̀͛u̷̟͍̅̔m̷̩̳̽͠m̷̥̙̒̓ǫ̴̢̌̾ņ̴̞́͑i̴̛̘̭͝n̴̻͉̈͗g̷̡̣͋̀ ̸͎͇̀̌r̶̢̪̄́į̸̤́̀t̷̤̩͑̀u̸͖̯͑̆á̷̯͎̚l̶͉̳͂̍.̷̨̲́͝ ̸̢̮͗͐I̴̡͕͗̾'̶̠͕̂̉l̴̗̄̂ͅl̸̹͔̃͌ ̸̖͕̓̉p̶̻͔͂̈ȗ̷̼̹̽t̸̬͚̽̓ ̶̨̊̎ͅy̷̢͍͐͝ơ̶̤̙̾u̶̢͕̐͝ ̴͕̥͂͝o̶̟͕̓̚n̶̠̳͛͗ ̴̛̙̑͜m̷̹̠̒̂ý̸̪̭̊ ̴͔͔̀̆'̷̥͎̍͋F̴̟͈̀̚ļ̷͙̊̐a̵̫͇̅̂s̵͕͎̊͒ḧ̸̦̺̚'̷̘̻͑̕ ̸̦͉̃̕l̸̠̼̍́ï̶̟̗̎s̵̞̬̈́̇t̴̢̥̅́ ̸̥̟̽̅f̶̜̙͆̽o̶̢̩̿̃ṙ̴͓̟̚ ̵̠͖̏͋s̶̨̺̐̃ū̵͔̺͒m̸͍̠̄́m̷̘̒̋͜o̷͈̭͂͠n̷͎̜̓̕ś̴̯̭͘.̵̝̝̎̆ ̶̛̲̳̒J̸̡͓̉͘u̶͉̥̽͐s̵̡̝̒̕t̵͚͒͝ͅ ̴͕̉͜͝s̷̳͕̎͗ų̴͖̍͠m̶̟̙͆͒m̴͕̯͊͋o̸͚͙͑́n̷͉͇̉͐ ̷̘̼̀̃m̸̬͐̚ͅę̷͍͠͠ ̷̻̐̿ͅw̵̼̓͜͠h̵̭̘̿͠ẽ̶̩̖̾n̶̜͕͂̿ ̸̡̟̎̿y̴͈͕̎̏o̵̙̗̿́ṵ̷̣̋͊ ̸͙̈́͘͜ń̸̖͍̀ȩ̸̜͛̓ẻ̶̛͙͜d̷̨̈́͜͝ ̵̺̫̔̑m̶̗͓͊̅ȩ̸̥̋̄.̴̛͇̲̍ ̵̼̥̽̉Ś̶̢̟̎e̶̘̗̓͠ệ̸͍͌ ̷̜̞̾͑ȳ̶̭̼͘a̵̘̤̽̾!̶̺͉̐́" Alcor tipped his hat and teleported away. Grunkle Stan and Mabel stood there, staring at Dipper, who was still frozen in shock. Mabel looked at Stanford.
"Well, don't just stand there, help your poor brother!" Mabel dashed over to help. Surprisingly, she found she could pick up her 16-year-old sibling with ease. She took him over to the couch, where he closed his eyes and just layed there for a while.
Grunkle Ford walked into the room. He found the two siblings cuddled up, lying next to each other on the couch. They both were asleep.
Alcor, in the mindscape, smiled.
HOORAY! SHORT CHAPTERS! Sorry. I just didn't feel like writing much today. :P I may be writing more frequently during this Thanksgiving Break.