Dipper mounted the steps to the Gideon home. He stopped himself before the door and plastered on a fake smile. He reached forward and pounded his clenched fist on the oak door three times and waited. A few noises could be heard on the other side before the door was pulled open, and Mrs. Gleeful stood at the threshold.

The woman's condition looked as if it had improved. Her hair remained the same dull gray, but she was slowly regaining her personality. She looked down at Dipper with a welcoming expression.

"How are you, Mr. Pines," The woman greeted cheerfully.

"Hello Mrs. Gleeful, is Gideon home?" Dipper asked

The woman flinched at the name of her son. "No I'm afraid not, sweetie, he's working with his father at the car lot."

"Oh, thank you, I'll head for the lot then." Dipper said before the woman shut the door.

Dipper turned around and headed back down the dusty path to the lot. His expression returned to his normal serious one as he trudged along the dirt path. He put his hand in his pocket and clutched the knife. Dipper wasn't really sure if he could actually hurt Gideon, but he'd do whatever it takes.

As he came closer, he could her Bud Gleeful trying to sell a beat up car to a group of people. Dipper went up to the chain link barrier between some bushes to try to find his target. He saw the white haired boy in a small garage doing something to the inside of the car.

Dipper carefully sneaked inside the fence and crouched around the perimeter hoping to catch Gideon by surprise. He went inside the garage while Gideon had his back turned and shut the door.

Gideon turned to see what the door was only to see Dipper standing there with an enraged look and holding an open pocketknife.

"Dipper?" Gideon asked, staring at the blade

"Where is she, Gideon?" Dipper asked, his voice trembling with anger

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm not here to play games Gideon, tell me where she is!" He shouted

"Dipper, calm down."

Dipper was trembling now, and trying to control his rage.

"Mabel, where's Mabel?"

Gideon was trying to answer Dipper's questions without upsetting him further. He slowly backed to a nearby desk and grabbed the crow bar that rested on it.

"Dipper, I have no idea where Mabel is."

"Don't lie to me Gideon."

"Dipper I'm not lying, I really have no idea."

Dipper gave up trying to hold back, and lunged at Gideon. He tackled Gideon and wrenched the crowbar from his hand, and threw it aside. He had one hand closed around Gideon's neck, and the other held the knife pointed down above his head.

"Liar!" He screamed.

Gideon groped around with his hands, desperately trying to find a weapon.

"Where is she? Tell me!"

"Dipper please, I don't know!"

Gideon's voice was sincere and convincing, causing Dipper to relax his hold just enough for Gideon to break free. Gideon lunged, and grabbed Dipper's hand. They both struggled with the knife, Dipper tried to aim it at Gideon but his mind wasn't clear, and he had trouble focusing. Gideon overpowered Dipper and slashed the knife in Dipper's direction. Dipper screamed in pain and lurched backward, clutching his cheek, blood poured out of the open wound.

Gideon got up and stepped away with the bloody knife pointed at Dipper. Dipper kneeled and clutched his check in pain. He looked up at Gideon and balled his now bloody fists at his sides.

"Dipper stop this," Gideon said to him, "I have no idea where your sister is."

Dipper stared at him in defeat. Logically it made sense, who would lie in a situation like that? Dipper stood up and faced Gideon. He looked at the frightened boy with regret.

"I'm sorry," He said before backing away and exiting the garage.

Gideon kept the knife ready in case Dipper came back. He looked down at the knife, regretting ever having messed with the Pine's family.

Dipper felt hopeless as he walked home. He let the blood drip freely from his cheek, dotting the path below. That was his only lead and he was wrong, he had nothing left to turn to. Dipper walked along until her reached the entrance to the Mystery Shack. Before he could try to sneak in, the door was thrust open, and a furious and worried Grunkle Stan appeared in the doorway.

"Where have you been?" The old man asked angrily, he noticed the bleeding cut on his nephew's face, "Oh no."

He led his nephew inside by the wrist, and then proceeded to dress and bandage the wound. When they finished Stan sat Dipper down in the kitchen to talk to him.

"Dipper what did you do?" Stan asked.

Dipper looked down at the floor but remained silent.

"Were you looking for Mabel?"

Dipper shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"I thought he knew where she was," Dipper said quietly

"You confronted somebody? Is that way you were bleeding?" Stan exclaimed

"But he-," Dipper started

"No Dipper, look, Mabel is not coming back, you need to accept this."

"Stan I can't, she's still out there, she has to be."

"Kid please."

"Did you expect me to just give up, Stan? Did you."

"Dipper please, stop this."

"Not until I find her."

"You don't understand, Dipper."

"Understand what?"

"She's not coming back."

"That's why I have to find her."

"You can't, Dipper."

"Why?"

Stan hesitated, he didn't want to tell him, but it was better now that he knew.

"She's dead, Dipper."

Dipper froze at hearing these words uttered by his great uncle. His eyes began to water at the thought.

"Don't say that," He said, his voice faltering

"We found her blood in the woods, she was taken by some animal."

"You're lying to me."

"Dipper, please don't make this any harder than it already is."

"No-no, you're lying, I'll never stop looking."

"Dipper, you're not leaving this house for the rest of the summer if that's the case."

"You can't do this," Dipper said on the verge of tears.

"I can and I will, I'm sorry Dipper, but it's for your own good."

Dipper pounded his fists on the table, got up and ran upstairs.

He tore open the attic door and slammed it shut, locking it. He hurried over to his picture of Mabel and picked it up.

It can't be true, Dipper thought, He has to be lying.

Dipper wouldn't accept any other answer, but inside he wanted to know the truth. He looked at the picture through sad eyes. Frustration boiled inside him and he threw the picture down. He walked over to his cork board map of Gravity Falls and ripped the map off. He grabbed his journal and threw it across the room. Dipper looked at the precious journal he'd mistreated and saw what page it landed on. He rushed over and knelt down to read the text.

Yes! He thought, It will work!

He read and reread the page. The page belonging to Bill Cipher

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Sv hzd gsv szmw, yfg mlg gsv xozdh…

Oh boy, FanFiction, it is good to be back. I really have no excuse for my late posting of this chapter, so I'm noy going to try to tell you one. I am sorry for how long I made you wait for this, but I promise the next chapter will be up by next Thursday, if it isn't one of you in particular will probably kill me, not naming names. Thanks for reading, please review, Buy gold BYE!