That night they enjoyed a dinner of some canned goods they'd found in town and a few fresh apples they'd managed to find on sickly branches. They mutually agreed that noon would be the best time to head out on their venture. Rooms were chosen and good-nights were shared (save Nate and Lee who decided to stay up and finish the last reserves of Thompson's booze he had stored).

Back in the living room, Nate and Lee chugged yet another bottle of booze from the reserves.

Lee finished first and tossed his bottle as hard as he could against the wall with a satisfied mock-roar. "I am all that is MAN!"

Nate finished his own drink a moment later and made to place it down and grab another one instead of tossing it. "If I'd have known how good this stuff Thompson had was, I would've mooched off him ages ago."He took another long gulp and let his bottle simply drop to the ground. He grinned at Lee, a prominent foam mustache above his upper lip.

This struck Nate as hilarious and soon he was doubled over next to the couch, great gales of laughter erupting from inside him.

Lee quickly realized what the issue was and wiped the foam-stache clear. He looked back down at Nate. "When you're quite finished...I wanted to apologize for Portland."

His giggles finally faded and Nate climbed back onto the couch, wiping tears from his eyes. "For what?"

"I didn't mean to make you as mad as I did. When I said all that stuff about your family."

He blew a drunken raspberry and waved a hand. "I know how you are, man. I know you didn't mean it."

Nate paused. "Dude, why are you here?" He asked as he made to retrieve his empty bottle.

"Figured I'd spend what might be my last night on Earth getting drunk with my best friend."

Nate shook his head. "No, I mean why are you here? With us?"

He shrugged. "I didn't wanna leave my home, simple as that."

Nate rejoined him on the couch. "So you're coming with us tomorrow for revenge and redemption... I'll drink ta that."

He toasted his friend. "Cheers."

/

Lights were out. Well, no power in a town meant that permanently, but the flashlights and candles that had provided a source of light had long since extinguished. The building that hid a gang of squatting teens and a pre-teen boy was quiet and dark. Only one soul stirred, moving silently through the building as she had for hours.

Wendy's feet landed against the carpet floors softly as she walked down the dark hallway. It was late. Very late. Late enough for anyone without insomnia to wonder why on earth you'd be up. Somewhere around the hours of go to bed and why eyes feel like ants are crawling on them, Wendy was still pacing around the halls of Thompsons family's home. Well, the home they had before they fled.

Just like the town, her home before this all happened.

So there was a monster out there, in those woods beyond the window she saw as she passed by the living room, dark and outline with a few sleeping bodies. No snores reverberated through the walls tonight. If you got sleep, it would be a tense, fearful rest of the body.

She rubber her eyes and stumbled. Her mind reeled, begging for rest. Then her fear got the better of her, and in the woods beyond the street and into the mountains she swore she saw movement everywhere. The walls creaked and she jolted slightly.

Wind brought a dull rumble of rain against the house and street outside. Great, Wendy thought, now it's raining. Typical. I'm living in a horror movie.

What she would give for a stop button. Or eject.

Thunder screamed above her, loud and powerful. It caused her jump a little and turn away from the kitchen. She already was facing a soon to be collapse into the first thing comfortable enough to pass out.

"Gah!" she hissed. In her turn away from the living room, she stubbed her toe against a floor wall crowning. "Fucking..." Wendy had covered her mouth on the rest of the swear words she expelled from her enraged mind. If she survived this, she was going to rip those off of Thompsons walls. And then burn them over that monsters corpse.

Back through the hallway, Wendy paused. She thought she heard something small nearby, just loud enough to call out from past the tremulous rain above her. She turned back to the living room, her eyes wide as she peered through the darkness. Nothing moved in the direction she had come from. Had she misheard?

To her right a door whipped open and a light was cast on her. She nearly screamed, managing to cover her eyes and gasp with a contained outcry.

"Oh my god," Dipper's voice relaxed from apparent tension, the light clicking off as he materialized before her, holding onto the doorframe. "Wendy, you scared me."

"Yeah, makes two of us," Wendy shrugged, her heart still racing slightly, blinking to re-adjust to the dark light. "What are you doing up, dude? It's... like three or four."

"I can't sleep."

"Again, makes two of us," Wendy told him, leaning on the wall behind her, closing her eyes wishfully and craning her head upwards, looking to the ceiling, "I just can't get the idea of that thing out of my head."

"What it might have done to the others," Dipper added darkly, looking to her. "Like, what does something without a mouth, or a face for that matter, even do with people?"

"I'd rather not think about it, dude," Wendy told him and stumbled upwards. Dipper made a sound of urgency, prepared to dive and catch her. She snorted at his heroic readiness. "Dude. I'm okay."

"Yeah. I know. Just tired..." Dipper rubbed his eyes, visibly darker and with larger bags under his eyes.

Wendy looked to the living room again. All her friends rested soundly, taking up the good spots. Something about that seemed right. She wanted company. But for once, Wendy Corduroy wanted a nice surface to sleep on. Camping all her life taught her the wonderful talent of resting on surfaces less than adequate for the spoiled human snoozer, but this was not one of those nights she wished to ignore her desire for indulgence. She wanted a nice bed.

Dipper had brought his papers and maps inside the bedroom Thompsons family usually slept in, and since he was a night owl, the other teens had discounted sleeping inside there. Robbie had protested slightly, but relented at a glare from Wendy. She may be able to sleep yet it seemed.

"Dipper, you using anything on that bed?" she asked, nodding to the bed behind him. He turned, as if totally forgetting he had remained in a bedroom the entire night.

"Oh. No, you can use it. I won't bother you," Dipper told her with a sloppy smile.

With a firm but gentle push, Wendy lifted herself off the wall and strode past Dipper.

Even now, in the darkness of the night and the doom lingering over her, she caught a glint in his eye that told her he was excited. Visibly? No. The poor kid looked more tired than she did. She snuck a tiny glance behind her as she approached, and he was speaking silently to himself, his eye closed as he slowly pushed the door shut. All those tell signs again. Poor guy.

She still had no idea how to approach the kid having such a crush on her. It hadn't popped up recently, as there had been more pressing matters on hand than the twelve year old, near thirteen year olds, affection towards her. Her brother vanished, her father leaving with her other two brothers, Mabel vanishing, the town up and leaving; it all was just a downward spiral away from her old routine with Dipper.

"You okay?" she asked as she reached the bed, feeling the soft sheets. Dipper gasped and stumbled for words, but nodded. "What's up? You seemed okay a bit ago."

"Well, uh," Dipper tilted his head side to side, cooking an answer he deemed worthy to her. "I just wanted to... you know... thank you."

'Thank me?" she said, untying her shoes and tossing her socks to the floor, "dude, for what?"

"Wendy," Dipper laid his hands before him, stalling his shaky nature, "if I had gone into those woods, I may have been dead."

Wendy slowed her descent to her seat. Staring into those young brown eyes, so full of dark worries and meaning was like being swallowed by another mind altogether. She wanted to comfort him, let him know it wouldn't have happened. But it would have been a lie.

Hell, just telling the poor guy that there was still a chance now was a lie to her.

"Don't worry about it Dipper," Wendy shrugged, "I gotta look out for my boy."

"Yeah," Dipper chuckled a little, walking over as Wendy planted her rear onto the bed behind her, her hair touching the bed, "you're good at doing that. Always watching out for me. Thanks."

She grinned, biting her lip to hold back a genuine smile. She removed her hat, placing it on the bed rest to her right, and lying back. Dipper was twelve, and already a pretty good flirt. As long as he didn't know he was flirting, he said some of the sweetest things to her.

Maybe it was the state of mind- delirium and sleep deprivation can cause the craziest ideas to formulate. Maybe it was the hopelessness of the situation that churned the sudden thought into her head. Maybe he had just said the right thing at the right time. Maybe she pitied herself and him, certainly doomed to die, or vanish like all the others. It didn't entirely matter. She was just glad it was dark enough for him to see her blushing face.

Wendy suddenly knew Dipper could have been the best boyfriend she had ever had, and he was three years junior to her.

It made her stomach hurt. She had, naturally informed him of her tally on their age gap, letting him off easy to their mutual understanding. She could never stop being his friend. He was caring, sensitive, intelligent, and a load of fun to be around. Dipper made her feel important, and not in the big-sister way. Not only that, the boy was going to grow up. She could feel that importance inside him, a strength that had yet to show itself, and it was... attractive. So now, of course, at the end of the line as it seemed her stupid, selfish mind would say 'There's the boy for you! Go get him tiger'.

"Wendy? Are you okay?" Dipper asked.

"Huh?"

"You looked like you were hurt," he asked, taking a few steps closer.

Wendy swore inside her head, and shut her eyes. "Yeah. I'm okay buddy. Just got stupid stuff going through my head."

"Me too," Dipper sighed and turned away, falling against the side of the bed and sliding to the floor. Wendy laid on the bed fully, looking at the ceiling.

"You want to talk about it?" Wendy asked quietly and with as much sensitivity as she could muster.

"Not really. Like I said, it's just... so full of dumb," Dipper snorted.

"That sounded like Mabel talking," Wendy smiled widely.

"Ha! It did, didn't it?"

Wendy's smile didn't falter. Looking up to the ceiling, she actually wondered if this would have been what it was like dating the kid- staying up late, chatting at ease around one another. Well... okay, maybe not at east, but certainly comfortable with the other in the room. It sounded... nice. Ex's before her had always some agenda to get with her: most of it was a good late-night make out. She appreciated their enthusiasm, sure, but this, this calmness that she experienced with him, this was serenity.

It was until she heard a stifled sniff.

"Dipper?" Wendy leaned up.

"Huh?" Dipper's voice struggled not to tremble, but it was too late. He had betrayed any chance of masking his state of being.

"Hey," she pulled herself to the edge to talk to him, face to face. Then he pulled himself away, hugging his knees. "Buddy, come on, talk to me."

"What do I say? Wendy, I'm just so lost," Dipper told her, still not turning around. "When this is over, there still isn't any guarantee that... we get anyone back. Like, I was going to go running in there because I knew if I didn't get Mabel back, then what was the point of me being a twin? Of me being alive? So you know I... I... but now I don't want to lose... lose you too," Dipper's voice cracked and his breath grew heavy. "You mean so much to me."

His heart bled away before her and it's pain shattered her own. Wendy couldn't stand for it. With a mustering of her courage, she reached down, and rubbed a hand against his head. Dipper twitched at first, and then realized her intent. Gently pulling his head back, she lowered her own head to his forehead and placed the softest kiss her lips could create.

Dipper's entire body shuddered and froze. He stared at her. Wendy's eyes were closed but that sensation of a shocked boy looking helplessly at her. She lifted her head away, opening her eyes to two sparkling brown ones. If she had hoped kissing him on the forehead would have made her own empathetic pain vanish, she was quickly proven wrong.

"Wendy-"

"Hey, why don't you come up here?" Wendy suggested, pulling herself up from leaning over and making plenty of room for him on the king sized mattress. "C'mon dude, plenty of room."

"B-b-but you- did you just- I-"

"Dipper, dude, chill," Wendy snickered as he blustered, clinging to the sheets as he pulled himself upright, staring at her. She propped her hand against her head, and stared at the boy. "C'mon dude. Just us two dudes chilling on a bed."

"But you just kissed me," Dipper told her.

"Yeah."

"You kissed me!"

"I did."

"But you... you're never going to kiss me," Dipper admitted painfully, "like... it wasn't-"

"Just get up here, dork," Wendy sighed with exasperation. Dipper stared on for a moment. Weakly, he pulled himself up, his weight barely shifting the placement of the blanket.

"Wendy, are you okay?" Dipper asked, fearfully looking to her as he sat on his knees next to her as she lay on her back. She felt a stinging pain in her back. It tugged on her shoulders, and she realized she had not removed her bra in a few days.

"Yeah dude," she said, and with the impulse that only a sleep-deprived Wendy Corduroy could have, she leant up, and in two shift clicks, unfastened her bra, slid it out of her shirt, and tossed if at the end of her bed. There it was- that liberty and fresh air that those devilish contraptions were meant to restrain. She sighed, more at peace then she had been minutes earlier.

Dipper's mouth had fallen open. He almost looked like a broken puppet his mouth was hanging so low.

"First time a girl took her bra off in front of you, huh?" Wendy asked.

"Uh... yes. Ever. Wendy, are you an angel?" Dipper suddenly asked, reaching slowly out with his hand.

The redhead burst out with laughter. He had meant it seriously. "Why would you ask that dude? Oh my god," She snorted as she held her mouth.

"It's like... I've died and really gone to heavy," Dipper shook his head, "you have to be an illusion. This can't be real. None of this can be real! This sort of thing doesn't happen to me! To anyone," he added with a thoughtful glance away.

"Dude," Wendy looked to him, "what are you talking about?"

"I'm... sitting in bed..." he swallowed a lot here, forcing his eyes to stare at her, "with the girl I've had a crush on all summer... who's kissed me... and now has removed her bra... I don't know how this can be real."

"Save yourself a headache and come here," she said, nodding him closer. In a trance he did as asked, shuffling closer and lying down, and the he turned away. "What? You don't want to look at me?"

"I don't want you to see me," Dipper quickly admitted, "I mean- that's not- I just- damn it..."

Wendy grinned wolfishly. A hand on his shoulder, she easily turned him to face the ceiling. She had given him the chance to blow this entire thing, and each time he held back, pulled away. It was one thing to be a gentlemen, but this was far enough.

"Dude, hey, look at me," Wendy asked of him gently when he turned his head away. "Dipper?" she asked quietly. That got him to turn. In the close proximity, lying next to one another in bed, face to face, she could feel the heat radiating off his face. He must have a blush that made makeup seem irrelevant.

"Wendy?" he asked, those same eyes glinting in the minimal night.

No more words for her. He had said everything he needed to. She wanted to let him know fully her intent. Not a kiss on the cheek, or another on the forehead. This one was right on the lips. Soft, caring, sincere, she let her blessing to the younger boy linger just for a bit. His entire body had tensed, and then relaxed into what could have been a liquefied human shape. She broke from the kiss, a near silent experience.

"Was that your first kiss?" Wendy asked, feeling heat rise into her cheeks. What if she had just taken his first legitimate kiss from him. It was his turn to squirm.

"Unless you count CPR, yes," Dipper admitted, gulping loudly.

"I hope it was up to your expectations," Wendy told him. His head jittered slightly forward. More and more it crept closer. She knew what he wanted, but was going to let him get it for himself. He needed to learn this.

His lips met hers. She closed her eyes, letting the calm quiet of the room wash over her bounding, pounding heart in her chest. She wanted more. More from him.

It was crazy to ask this. Crazy to be doing this to him, one of her best friends- no, her true best friend, and going this far, yet wanting more. Spontaneity and madness consumed her, burning her insides in all degrees and begging for more. Frustration and pent up feelings of a physical nature seemed to be coursing through her soul like a blissful infection.

"Dipper, is it hot in here?" she asked coyly. His sleepy eyes were reminded of their ability to widen. She grabbed the edges of her shirt and raised them up. She had done it. Flashed the boy right before him and was continuing to do so as she tossed the shirt to the end of the bed. Dipper gulped.

"Uh... should I turn away?" he asked her, his head shaking, impulsively trying to look away, but his eyes refused to release their lock on Wendy's chest.

"Well, you could join me?" she suggested. Dipper nodded, still entirely in a trance. His fingers clutched his shirt and pulled up. he had forgotten to remove his vest, and grumbled, now caught on the vest and his shirt, slightly over his head. Damn adorable.

Wendy leaned over, and added her own two cents on the matter, helping him raise his shirt and vest off simultaneously with a little coordination. As they fell next to the bed, he again locked onto her, but not her chest; her eyes.

"You're doing a good job of being a gentlemen," Wendy commended to the younger boy.

He shook his head as he stared into her face. "You're so beautiful," he barely whispered.

Well holy crap this kid could sweet talk. If Wendy thought she was blushing before, she hadn't seen her face now. A coal could be located inside her head, radiating a furious heat. Her face was just too hot. She had no more resistance to ask for what she wanted. She was going to get it.

With a rush of movement, she reached to her pants and slid off her belt in a rush. Dipper stared at her as she nearly swam out of her jeans, kicking them off her feet and then finally sliding off her matching panties to her black bra.

"You better catch up," Wendy warned Dipper, "the train is leaving."

"R-right," Dipper nodded feverishly, and also scrambled to remove his pants. He was much less graceful than she was, even in her maddening rush to help herself to nude freedom. Lying on his back, he was jamming off his pants and underwear at the same time. Finally he kicked them off, right into Wendy's face.

"Oh! Sorry!" he gasped, reaching forward apologetically as she slid away his clothes from her body.

Naked. Both of them naked as the day they were born. She stared at Dipper, so unlike her previous men she had stayed. He was softer, as to be expected with age. Well, okay, not entirely soft. With a strongly withheld grin, she noticed a very poignant part of the boy that was not 'soft'.

It made her proud really. She had him under her spell.

"Come here," she grabbed his arm and lead him closer until they were touching. He was a foot shorter than her entirely, and so his head rested between her breasts. It almost sounded like he was drowning when she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, dropping her own head to kiss him on the head.

"Now, lie back onto me," she told him as she lead back. She kept him in place as she gently slid back, letting her head lay against a pillow. He landed against her strong stomach, resting between her legs. In a burst of fear, the younger boy pushed himself away, staring down at her most private region. "It won't bite."

"Wendy, are, I mean, are you sure you want to do this?" he spluttered out, looking between himself, her, and her eyes. She bit her lips in a grin.

"Yes."

"O-okay... uh... so I just put it in, right?" he asked, holding himself with a hand as he looked between her and her privates.

"You got it, bud," she winked to him.

One big sigh later, he navigated himself into her. Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself into her as far as he could. His eyes could have welded shut. Dipper groaned, holding onto Wendy's legs for support as he clearly was feeling the sensation that was a woman's inside. She gasped as well, the great sensations of amore filled body racing through her nerves like fireworks.

"Oh, oh wow," Dipper managed to blurt out, swallowing loudly, "uh... great. Wow. Just... wow. I can't believe..."

"Let me guess- wow?" Wendy suggested, and Dipper nodded, his mouth open as he breathed heavily. "Now here's the part you have to do some work. You're in, now you pull just enough out so that you can piston back inside."

"Okay. I got this," Dipper nodded to himself. Wendy fought a huge urge to chuckle. This was his big moment. He may be naive and a little silly about this, but was his first time. This had to be special for him. Maybe later she could tease him about it.

Dipper followed instructions and pulled just enough out to push back in. His fingers dug into her strong skin, pushing his pelvis into her.

The stress, the danger, the world itself was slowly fading from her. Dipper had gotten a tempo, and was using it to continue successive thrusts, leaving Wendy to feel each one inside her like a surge of electricity. The heat from earlier wasn't going anywhere; it was rising.

More. She wanted more.

Without asking if he was okay with her request, she reached forward, grabbing his arms, and pulling his hands and placing them onto her breasts. Clearly the animal in Dipper had taken over, for he peered into her eyes, hungrily and accepted her change. Now grabbing her chest, she thrust and clutched tightly. He wasn't pulling or hurting her- but the attention was well needed.

Wendy was moaning, really into this exchange of heat, the wetness and tightness of it all. She wasn't just taking away his virginity, she felt she was making a full man out of this boy. Changing him from one state of his life into the next.

Several minutes passed as Wendy thought she was going to burst into flames. She could feel Dipper was changing too, he felt more possessed, instinctual and intent on the action than the thought. He was still clutching onto her, as she needed it, but sweat fell from his face as he pounded into her.

"Wendy, I feel weird," he told her breathlessly. "Tight."

"Okay, pull out and let me finish for you," she told him. With a nod, he rested and slid out of her. The tightness easing, she bent forward and reached to grab him. His entire body twitched as her fingers clutched onto him, gripping tightly.

Her turn to trust. Holding onto his member, she began to jerk her arm, masturbating the boy before her. His gasps and groans grew closer and closer, and eventually his face screwed up.

Hot and sticky struck her chest. Dipper was biting his lips closer, trying to remain quiet as he achieved his first ever orgasm.

The moment passed slowly. Dipper was opening his eyes, a whole new world ahead of him clearly. A world belonging to his manhood. He looked down to Wendy, and then grimaced. He could tell her had made a mess all over her.

"So... can you get me something?" Wendy asked, him, trying to remain still.

"Dang- I'll- gimme a sec," Dipper leapt off the bed and opened one of the wardrobes in the house. A pair of socks was the first thing he found and he tossed it to her.

"Thanks bud," she winked to him as she undid the bundle and began to wipe up the remains of their escapade that had been released onto her chest. Dipper had also gotten a sock for himself, and wiped himself off, uncaringly tossing the sock to the floor.

"I'm exhausted," Dipper told her as clambered back into bed.

"You should be. You earned it," Wendy told him, tossing her own dirtied sock away. "Come here," she told him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him next to her.

Before Dipper could say one more thing, admit a fault or apologize for anything relating to their sex, she kissed him. Powerfully, firmly, she kissed him.

Minutes could have passed based on how long Wendy let his lips linger on her. She didn't want them to break. Human intimacy may be the last real thing she had on this planet before everything came to an end. Dipper did lean back, breathing heavily.

"Wendy, I love you."

She kissed him again, holding him from saying anything further.

"I love you too."

The awe in his eyes could not have been measured. He must have gazed upon god itself, because he held a thousand mile stared, directed directly in her great green eyes.

"Turn around, you," she told him, "you're going to be my teddy bear for the night."

Dipper grinned, and following her instruction, he rolled himself away, facing the door. With that, Wendy reached around him, and grasped him tightly, pulling him to her. They met. His head landed between in the middle of her chest. She could feel some of his hair tickling against her.

"Wendy?"

"Sup," she replied quietly.

"When, you know, this is all over," Dipper asked, "can we... uh, you know... make this a thing?"

A girl with almost nothing had nothing to loose from that offer. "Yes. We can make this a thing."

Dipper's face must have formed the largest smile of its life to her words, because he adjusted and rubbed against her, snuggling himself tightly into her arms and around her curvature. The little spoon. Her big Dipper.

She didn't know when they fell asleep, together in their arms. It didn't matter.

Wendy knew the boy to be hopeful. She prayed silently until the world of dreams overcame her that he was right.

Yet a nagging, pulling fear, a knowing, told her this was probably the last time they would have a chance to be together alive.

Carpe diem.

/

In the depths of the Gravity Falls Forest, a drum-like beat began to pierce the silence of the woods. It grew louder and louder and louder...

It called to them.

It felt the bond the two people shared

This was good.

It could use that.

Their time was running out.

Snap. It's about ta go down.

Once again, I have to give thanks to my man, EZB for the help with the dirteh floof in this chapter. So now that all the floof is outta the way, it's time for them to head into the woods. Oh, what fun that'll be.

And I have to say right now, I really had to give Wendy and Dipper that moment together. I just didn't want them to go out without messing around and confessing feelings. It just doesn't seem right. And besides, would you wanna face Slender Man a virgin? I know I wouldn't. Who knows where those tentacles have been!