I can't believe this story is already at Chapter 10! I'm really thankful to all of you guys for supporting me, and all of that fluffy stuff. Anyway, to the story! ONWARDS, AOSHIMA!

The Gleeful Residence

Gideon Gleeful sat at his desk, his eyes fixated on the half a dozen TV screens. Each of them showed a different angle of the inside, the outside, and the forest near The Mystery Shack.

"It doesn't seem very active..." He said to his self, monitoring the screens. Stan was ripping off tourists; Wendy was slacking off of her job; Soos was attempting to unclog a portable toilet; and Dipper, Mabel, and Autumn were goofing off in the attic.

"I can tell she's hiding something," Gideon scoffed, "But I can't tell what."

The strange twelve year old girl waved goodbye to the twins before walking out into the forest.

"I have to figure it out!" He yelled, smashing a wooden figure. Halfway through it, he stopped and gasped.

Onscreen, Autumn walked through the forest, passing behind a large tree. When she appeared back out, she looked completely different; she was wearing a toga-like dress instead of jeans and a t-shirt.

"What is this sorcery?" Gideon yelled. "Wait, did I just reference a meme?" He decided it didn't matter, and to keep watching the screen.

Autumn pointed to a tree nearby. The tree sprouted a large branch near the bottom that she climbed on to.

"Of course!" He screamed, flipping to a well-worn page in the back. "Autumn Davidson is a dryad! Now I just have to find her weakness..."

"Gideon!" Bud Gleeful walked up the stairs, his steps making sounds like earthquakes. "There's been screaming coming from your room. Are you alright?"

"Oh no!" Gideon quickly switched the screens to internet mode and turned around to cover the book.

The large man appeared in his doorway, a confused expression on his face.

"Hello, father." He said, attempting to sound sweet. "Everything is going just fine."

Bud leaned towards the computer, frowning.

"Hardcore Death 2?" He gestured to the screens. "Gideon! I thought you knew better than to play violent games like that. And what is in the corner?"

The small boy moved aside to reveal a security camera shot of Mabel Pines sitting on her bed.

"Gideon!" Bud scolded. "I thought we had an agreement that you wouldn't spy on the Pines anymore!"

"Shut up, old man!" He grasped the amulet that he made that morning. "I'm ten times as powerful as you!"

"I agree." Bud said calmly. "Put me down, please."

Quickly, his father left his room, and Gideon returned to his work.

"Dryad weaknesses." He read. "Though they have a natural fear of fire, that is not a definite way to get rid of them. In fact, it is not necessary that you do get rid of dryads because of their peaceful nature." He added some choice words. "Darn that Willow. I know you're writing this!"

The last sentence disappeared from the book, and Gideon continued reading.

"A surefire way to get rid of a dryad is, so to say, to destroy them at the root, pun intended. Cutting down their origin tree will weaken them to the point of control or..."

He didn't have to finish. He already knew what it meant, and a grin spread across his face.

-The Next Morning-

Gideon walked through the forest, his plan sitting clearly in his mind.

He knew plenty about the tree nymphs of this forest, and he knew when they woke up. He was correct when the young girl drifted sleepily out of a medium height tree.

Once she was out of sight, Gideon crept up to the tree, his hand reaching towards a branch.

Swiftly, he plucked off a clump of bright green leaves, knowing the influence it was having.

He repeated the picking a few more times, and when he had a rush of euphoria, he snapped a small twig off.

Autumn POV

I duck to avoid another of Dipper's missed shots. It bounces off of the walls a few times and makes its way out of the door, hitting Soos.

"Sorry, Soos!" Dipper calls.

"No problem, dood!" He keeps walking.

"My turn!" Mabel swings the club hard and hits an award-worthy put off of the nightstand, flying around the room almost like Dipper's, over my head, and into the hole.

"Yes!" She screams.

"Ow!" I feel a bang in my stomach.

"Oops!" Mabel puts down her putter. "Sorry, Autumn. I didn't mean to hit you."

"It's not you." My face starts to go pale. "Something inside of me just really hurts."

"And it just started randomly like that?" Dipper asks. He asks weird questions sometimes.

"Yeah." I feel something almost like a huge snap and yelp.

"What's wrong with you?" Mabel asks. "Was there something bad in the food Stan gave us? Wait! I- I-" She squirts a can of Silly String at Dipper.

"That was funny the first time, Mabel." He scoffs. "But not now."

"I know." I clutch my stomach, feeling cold sweat drip down my face. "Guys..." I look up. "I think I'm pregnant."

"Okay, stop cracking jokes, and let's actually figure this out." Dipper flips open his book.

I groan and roll over.

"I have it." Dipper reads off. "You can be damaged 'at the roots'. And I think I know who's doing it."