A/n: Guys I've got some bad news. I heard my grandmother isn't in good condition so if the next update takes a while that means she might have passed and I'm grieving. I was never that close with her but my father loves his mother and I was never close with him either but I do care about my father and when I see people crying I start crying as well. I'm going to start the chapter sorry if I upset anyone. I own nothing.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Stan asked looking the house up and down.
After Dipper explained what was going on he gave Stan directions to where this Mabel girl supposedly lived. To be honest though the con artist had never been in a situation like this and was expecting a more damaged home. This one looked like an ordinary house a middle-class family would have.
"Yes I'm sure Grunkle Stan. I saw her come sprinting out of this house one time. This has to be it," Dipper said as he moved to open the door however Stan stopped him.
"Kid you stay in the car in case things get ugly. I'll see what's going on."
"But Grunkle Stan she's-"
"Not another word," Stan said getting out of the car and giving Dipper a look that said "You better listen."
The 12-year-old boy watched as his great uncle walked up to the door and ring the door-bell.
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Ding-dong!
Gideon and the two adults beating a child mercilessly looked towards the door.
"I thought you said we weren't going to be interrupted!" Gideon yelled.
"I thought we weren't," replied Mabel's father.
Mabel let out a small groan and whispered "Dipper" in an inaudible tone.
The door bell rang again.
"Will one of you make yourselves useful by answering the door!" Gideon snapped.
Mabel's father stayed in the basement to make sure Mabel to make sure she didn't try anything funny while her mother went to answer the door.
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"Hello may I help you?"
Stan couldn't help but to grimace a bit at the woman's appearance. Her hair was a mess and her plain white shirt had suspicious red splotches on it. Her pants were splattered in the same substance and she looked sweaty and tired as if she had just gotten back from jogging.
"Excuse me does a girl named Mabel live here?" Stan asked, shaking the look off his face before the woman could notice.
Being a one of the best liars in the business Stan could usually tell the difference between a lie and the truth and he could tell just by this woman's reaction that she was able to tell a lie.
Her eyes widened slightly and she seemed to clench the door knob tighter making her knuckles white.
"No there is no one named Mabel here. Just me and my husband. Why do you ask?"
Stan's eye's narrowed.
"Oh really? May I meet this husband of yours?"
The woman tensed a bit before replying.
"Sure just give me a second," She replied leaving to go get her husband and leaving the only thing between Stan and entering the house be a screen door.
Stan quickly walked back to the car to passenger side. Dipper rolled down the window.
"Kid if things get back I want you to run to the nearest house and call the police alright?"
Dipper didn't even bother to argue. He knew it was pointless. Still if things did actually did get that just because Stan wont the argument didn't mean he would necessarily listen to his orders. Especially when those orders could possibly jeopardize the safety of his sister and his great uncle. He may not be the strongest or the smartest but he knew he could still find the strength to fight if he needed too.
Stan walked back over to the screen door, opened it and walked inside. Dipper waited a minute and got out of the car. He wasn't just going to sit back while his sister could possibly be dead for all he knew.
Knowing that entering the screen door could be bad idea since the woman might have seen him and maybe was ready to jump him if he opened it he started looking around the perimeter of house for an alternative.
When he got to the East side of the house he saw a broken window that led to the basement that he could crawl through.
Dipper was a little hesitant at first. After all he could get cut on that glass. Then he remember this is Mabel.
Repeating that phrase over and over to himself he climbed through the window surprisingly without a scratch however he fell to the basement floor. Dipper dusted himself off and adjusted his cap before moving onward. He seemed to be behind a bunch of storage. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice start talking. As he got closer and closer to it he was able to figure out who the voice belonged to and hid behind a stack of boxes filled with god knows what.
"So ya ready to tell me how this rock works?" Gideon asked flashing the golden rock to someone Dipper couldn't make out due to them being shrouded in the shadows of the basement.
Dipper let out an involuntary gasp when he saw the rock he had been searching for. Gideon's head whipped around the hiding boy's direction.
"Show yourself now!" Gideon demanded.
Knowing he had already been found Dipper stepped out from behind the stacked boxes.
"Who the heck are you?" Gideon asked in an annoyed tone.
Dipper didn't answer. Instead he held out his hand.
"Give me the rock Gideon!"
An unsettling smile crossed Gideon's face.
"My my you must be that Dipper kid I've heard so much about. Mabel's told me so much about you I-"
"Gideon I swear if you so much as hurt one hair from her head I will-"
"…Dipper…."
Dipper's attention turned toward the figure shrouded in darkness that he was now able to make how was Mabel. He couldn't see what they did to her at the moment but he could tell whatever it was it was bad. Her voice sounded horse like she had been through hours of screaming and weak like she was barely conscious.
Dipper threw rationality out the window and charged towards Gideon. This jerk hurt Mabel and now he was going to pay!
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Stan tiptoed up the stair to where the girl's room most likely was. When he got to the top of the stairs he noticed three rooms. One of which was obviously a bathroom while another looked to be he was guessing the master bedroom due to the king size bed residing in it and what he could infer to be Mabel's room only because it had a twin size bed. To be honest it didn't look like any kind of room a child would have.
A bed with a lumpy old mattress with badly bleached sheets. Faded pink walls with dents in them and splatters of what Stan had feeling wasn't dried ketchup, on the dirty carpet he could tell at one point had been white and was now more of a very light brownish color.
'I've got to call the police,' Stan thought.
Suddenly he heard the door behind him shut and lock. He whipped around to see a man standing there with a knife.
"So you found out our little secret eh?"
A/n: This got dark really fast. Well it's helping me cope a bit and things are getting even more interesting in the story now the Dipper and Stan are involved. Hopefully I'll see you guys again soon. Bye.