Hello there. This is Day 5, here is my entry for "Handcuffed". It is probably the worst idea I have, but hey. That's my view on this story. Maybe you have a different view. Tell me how I could improve, and here's the story!

The sun set as a 20 year old Dipper Pines found himself wandering around the forest, as he had done many years in the past, trees staring at him. Scratching his scruffy chin, he started to reminisce on the past, remembering the times he had while in Gravity Falls last time. His first encounter with the gnomes, beating bunch of living wax models, ghost hunting at the old Northwest Mansion, Weirdmageddon, etc. It was confusing, awkward at times, but wouldn't be replaced for the world. All that was wanted was a short break from reality, and boy, they got that in spades. It almost seemed fake.

Things couldn't be all rosy sweet and nonsense. Events like the roadtrip ensured that even before the end of the world. It was normal at first. It seemed like just a regular old journey with Stan to various weird places, it seemed. The only odd thing was why he was vandalizing them, and he had a reason. A stupid reason, but a reason nonetheless. Then Mabel had to get that box of old junk that he wanted to throw at some point in the future, accidently spill it, because Mabel wouldn't do such a thing deliberately, and make him seem like he couldn't get over Wendy. Which he had done. He had started seeing Pacifica as someone he could hang out with, possibly date in the future. And of course, Stan decided to help him with his inability to get over women, because EVERYTHING Stan does can be trusted to work 100% of the time!

"That was awful." He thought aloud, before collapsing on the nearest sitting implement, which turned out to be the grass, or what looked like it anyway.

"What was awful?" a voice asked. Dipper almost jumped, before realizing who that voice belonged to.

"Hey Wendy. Remember when Stan told you to take the day off last time I was here?" The voice hummed a yes. She was busy vandilising the pool that day with her friends. Wasn't as fun as she thought it would be though, since it was basically abandoned with no punishments. BORING. "Well, that turned out to be a road-trip to sabotage other tourist traps. That day is a day I'd rather forget. No offence, Wendy, but it just doesn't feel right to talk about it. Espectially since we're a couple. Are we a couple? I keep forgetting."

That was when he heard a click to his left. He tried lifting his arm, but felt a resistance.

He was handcuffed for not telling Wendy about the worst day he had here in Gravity Falls, which would probably lead to his death. What a world.

Ok, that was an over exaggeration. But not that far off, Dipper thought. But this would be bad. SO what was Dipper's most immediate thought?

"Where the fuck did you get a pair of handcuffs?"

"The Police Department dropped my record if I became a part-time cop. Comes with the job. Blame Bill and the mayor for that."

"Ok, why are you handcuffing me?"

"Simple. You must tell me about this road-trip. I don't want any more secrets between us. Tell me about the roadtrip."

"And what if I say no?"

"Simple. I arrest you under the violation of the Rights of Officers of the Law Act 2015."

"Seriously? That's a thing"

"Yes. I pushed for it. Not for this circumstance, but hey"

"Well then, you've definitely changed."

A pregnant pause passed by.

"I can't tell you here. Too open. Don't want anyone to hear. You'll understand why."

"Umm… ok?" Wendy mentioned as she reached for the key to the handcuffs, so that the two could go inside for the story of Dipper the lady's man.

But the keys weren't on her belt.

"Dipper? We have a problem."

"What did you do?"

"I don't have the key for those cuffs."

Silence. Nature didn't chirp or even whistle.

Wendy stood up, starting to drag Dipper with her to the one place she didn't want to take him to today.

"Officer Corduroy, what have you done this time?"

"Handcuffed myself to this dorky kid."

"Is this true?"

"Yes. I am a dorky kid."

Sigh. "Let me get the keys. I'm glad you aren't a permanent member of the force. If you were, this mess wouldn't be accepted."

"Wendy, how many times have you done this to other people? Handcuffing someone and forcing them to say something due to some bullshit law?"

"Far too many. We've had complaints from powerful people, Gwendoline. Don't think about doing this again."

"Where's Mabel?"

"NO."

Some time later…

"Well, I think I should keep hold of these." Dipper said. "Just to make sure you don't try THAT stunt with me sister." He placed his head on the pillow of Wendy's bed.

"How many times do I have to say sorry for that? I didn't intend to actually handcuff you."

"Well, I can think of one way to make you remember not to do it…"
"What?"

"A bit of…. punsihment, I think." He joked as he handcuffed Wendy to the bed. This wasn't what he expected, but who cared? He would have his fun with his girlfriend, and she would learn her lesson on not to mess with Dipper.

Dipper placed the key for the handcuffs on the bedside table, away from Wendy's reach, before launching himself away from Wendy, tired of her antics with a smile on his face.

"DIPPER! GET BACK HERE NOW!"