Hey guys! I'm in a pretty good mood because...TOMORROW IS AUGUST 1ST! The day when all the Fallers from all over the world will suddenly rise from the bottom of the Earth and scare every other person in the world with our awesomeness! Anyway I uploaded a one shot last night so you guys should read it! It's called Terrible Things.

Mabel's POV:

"He sacrificed himself...for us." I said with hot tears running down my cheeks.

"Not for us." Stan said, "For you."

"I can't believe this! How could he be so stupid?!" I yelled angrily through my tears. "Why does he have to be so over protective?! He should've just taken me!" I threw the phone to the ground, fell to my knee's, and wailed.

"Mabel! Calm down!" Wendy yelled after a couple minutes picking up Dipper's phone in the process. "You need to listen! The only way to save Dipper is to stay calm!" She yelled again. I slowed my sobs and looked at her. She stuck her hand out and helped me up sighing in the process.

"Now, we have to form a plan that's bulletproof. We can't have any flaws. We can't get caught. We have to do this. We have to make no mistakes. We only have one chance." Wendy said wiping away some tears. I had completely stopped crying at the end of her speech and said, "Wendy's right. We have to do this...for Dipper."

Dipper's POV:

I groaned. HE had just finished his "job" which included whipping, beating, biting, burning, and cutting me. Thankfully he unlocked my hands from the handcuffs so I could eat whatever he left for me this time.

I only get fed once a day and it's only small things. I started to crawl to the corner where I saw him throw my food when he finished beating me. I winced in pain. I forgot about my arm.

Whenever I first got here he threw me down the stairs. I landed on my arm, so I think it's broke. I stood up. I heard a lot of cracks, sitting for 10 hours straight will do that to you. I tried walking only to drop back down to the floor in pain. I may have only been here for one day, but that kid is brutal; oh, and let's not forget, heartless.

I stood up again, this time grabbing the wall for support. I started walking in small steps; I was basically just sliding my feet across the floor. I had been walking towards the corner for what felt like hours and I had only gone about three feet. Tears came to my eyes as a sudden rush of pain flooded my back. I let go of the wall, and felt it.

There were multiple scratches, open cuts, bruises, and whip marks. I winced in pain once again as I accidently pushed down on a bruise. I removed my hand from my back and put it back on the wall. I was about to start moving again when I came crashing down to the floor.

"Did I tell you that you could get up?!" I heard HIM yell. He must've pushed me. "No." I managed to mumble. "What did you say?!" He yelled and pulled me up by my hair. I felt like my head was going to come off. Tears sprang in my eyes, but I kept them closed so he couldn't see. He hates when I cry. "No, sir, you didn't." I said painfully.

He let go of my hair and kicked me in the ankle. I almost screamed out in pain. There was already a bruise there from last time he kicked me. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yelled. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, and he kicked me in the stomach. "I said look at me!" He yelled again. I hesitantly opened my eyes and saw him towering above me.

I saw the angry flame expand in his eyes. He must have seen my tears. "What did I say about crying boy?!" He didn't give me time to answer because he punched me in my right eye, and then stood up and kicked me. Hitting me right in the nose. He looked like he was about to yell again, but stopped himself. "You know what! It's not even worth it! Just eat the food and go to sleep. Try not to wake up." He said and walked up the stairs into his home, slamming the door on the way out.

As soon as I heard the door slam shut I let the tears fall. "At least it wasn't as bad as last time." I whispered to myself. I cried even harder at the memory of him whipping, burning, bruising, and cutting me. It started to get cold, "He must've shut off the heat." I whispered. I rolled into a ball, providing myself with as much warmth as I could and cried. And that's exactly how Gideon and his tools of torture found me the next morning...

I'm sorry I know it's short! The next chapter will be longer! However, it might not be up for a couple days. With the season premiere and all tomorrow I might be to tied up with Tumblr to do anything productive. And I'm sure the season premiere will blow my mind and I will have to sit in the corner and rethink my life. So just read my one shot Terrible Things and review please! :)