It had been three weeks since Mabel Pines disappeared, and Dipper's life fell into the depths of despair. He spent every waking hour in his room with the blinds drawn, studying maps, trying desperately to find where his sister could've gone. He barely slept, and when he did, he was haunted by nightmares of what was happening to his sister. Mabel filled a gap in his heart that could only be occupied by her.

He didn't interact much with others, and when he did, it was usually to ask for things. He had completely disregarded his personal hygiene, devoting all of his time to finding Mabel.

He stared at a map of Gravity Falls, the map had been thumb tacked to his board of big mysteries. The board's previous occupants had been crumpled up and thrown away. The map was covered in green, red, and yellow thumbtacks. Green meant that the area had not been checked; red meant that the area had been checked, and yellow was the last known location. Candy's house and the Mystery Shack held yellow tacks, while the rest of the map held red, or green tacks. He felt weird, like there was something he was missing, he knew that the answer was on this board, but he just couldn't find it.

He sat down on his bed and rubbed his puffy and bloodshot eyes. He looked up, across the room to where Mabel used to spend her time. Her side of the room was left untouched, and Dipper didn't let anyone move anything, he wanted it to be the same for when she got back. A thin layer of dust had formed on all of her belongings.

So far, Dipper had made little progress, over half of the map had been checked, but he found no leads, and nobody but him seemed to care. Wendy, Soos, and Stan comforted him from time to time, but they rarely came with him when he went looking, they all gave up after the police searched the town and found nothing. Apparently, Dipper was the only one who didn't believe that Sheriff Blubbs and Deputy Durland actually looked, instead of fawning over each other.

Dipper shook his head, and grabbed his bedside picture frame. He looked at the photograph of him and his sister; it was taken when Stan had taken them fishing. Dipper and Mabel smiled in the photograph, a smile that Dipper rarely wore now.

"I'm gonna' find you," he whispered.

There was a knock at the door, but Dipper didn't acknowledge it. The person knocked again.

"Dipper, I know you're in there," Came Grunkle Stan's voice from the other side of the door.

Dipper remained silent.

"Dipper, this has to stop."

No reply.

"Dipper, please I care about you," Grunkle Stan reasoned.

The door to the attic flew open, and Grunkle Stan came face to face with Dipper.

"Just like you do Mabel?" he said through tears.

"You know that's not true."

"Do I? Because it seems like you're glad she's gone!"

Grunkle Stan looked at Dipper through sad eyes. Unbeknownst to Dipper, Stan had hired some private investigators to find out what really happened. Using the information from Mabel's last phone call, they were able to locate her last known position, which was between the Mystery Shack, and Candy's house. What they found there though, was a scorched circle of earth, and blood trailing away into the woods. Stan and the investigators assumed that Mabel had been attacked by an animal, killed, and then had her body dragged away. They couldn't have been farther from the truth. Stan wanted to spare Dipper hearing about his sister's ungraceful demise.

"Dipper, this has been hard on all of us, but it's been three weeks, she's not coming back."

"No! She's still out there, I know it."

"Kid, Mabel is gone, she's not coming back."

"Then I'm not going to rest until I find her!"

"Would you stop and look at yourself, Dipper, you're tearing yourself apart!"

Grunkle Stan's nose wrinkled, Dipper had not showered, or slept in a long time. Dipper began to cry.

"Grunkle Stan, I need to find her."

Dipper fell into Stan's arms and cried. Dipper's smell was even more disgusting up close. Stan held him until he began to relax, then, when the smell was almost unbearable, he spoke up.

"Kid, you need to shower."

Dipper looked down and nodded, he didn't want to argue anymore. He hugged Stan one last time before going into the bathroom.

Dipper turned up the heat, and waited for the water to warm up, he then proceeded to remove his dirty clothes, and step into the welcoming spray of the warm shower.

He felt a little relaxed, being under the constant splash of warm water. He was finally able to analyze the past events with a clearer mind. He re ran Stan's last conversation with him in his mind. Though he refused to entertain the thought for more than a few minutes, there was some truth to his words. Dipper still remained hopeful though.

He wasn't going to give up, no matter how long it took, now matter how difficult the task, he was going to at least get some closure. He would find out what happened to his sister, no matter what.

He thought back to what she had last said to him.

"Just know that it's not your fault." She said those words clearly, like she knew what would happen next. Dipper asked to know what was going on, but her only response was,

"He's back."

Something clicked in Dipper's brain. The missing piece on the map, the one place he hadn't checked, the home of the he that went psycho trying to steal Mabel.

The home of Lil' Gideon.

It all made sense, of course the little creep would want revenge after the twins destroyed his robot, ruined his reputation, and sent him to jail. The kid's always been known to do whatever it takes to get what he wants, even taking it to extreme levels.

Dipper finished up in the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and entered the attic. He found a fresh set of clothes, though it wasn't what he normally wore, a pair of black pants, and a light blue tee. He would never forgo wearing his signature hat. He put his shoes over his socks and tied them up. He went over to his nightstand and opened the top drawer, revealing many items essential to a wilderness survival kit, one of these items is a rather sharp pocketknife, which Dipper removed and placed into his pocket. He was going to get his sister back one-way or the other.

Knowing very well that Stan wouldn't just let him go out with his intentions, he snuck out the window. He carefully made his way to the spot where Wendy usually spent her time instead of working, and from there, he lowered himself as far as he could before letting go, and falling the rest of the way to the ground.

He picked himself up after his not so graceful landing, and started down the trail into town. There was no stopping him know, he was going to get his sister back, even if it meant doing something he might regret.

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Can anybody tell me the correct way to spell, "Grunkle" ? Is it with a "C," or a "K."

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