Wendy's POV:

After I got a ton of helpful advice from Soos (notice the sarcasm), I decided that I really wanted to get home and get in my room. I needed to be alone.

I gathered up my things and stomped out of the Shack, slamming the door behind me. I made my way to the edge of the forest, taking the short-cut to my house. Leaves and twigs crunched under my boots, my gait less graceful and calm than usual, due to my frustration. Normally I'd walk quietly, trying to take in my surroundings at their fullest.

My thoughts were distracting me, and I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing. As a result, my boot caught under a gnarled tree root, making me plummet to the ground, where a hard, rough rock slammed against my head.

Then everything went black.

Dipper's POV:

I didn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening. I wonder if this is what it's like to be Mabel?

Anyway, I strolled into the kitchen to greet Stan and Mabel for dinner, whistling a happy tune as I took a seat at the table.

"What's for dinner, Grunkle Stan?" I ask, my voice polite and upbeat.

"Chicken with green beans," he said shortly, not looking up from the stove.

"Sounds good!" I reply cheerfully.

Mabel eyed me suspiciously. "I thought you hated green beans and chicken..."

I shrugged, before volunteering to set the table. Now, both Mabel and Stan were staring at me.

"Is this kid really Dipper, or was he replaced or something," Stan mumbled to Mabel.

"I don't know. Maybe he's possessed?"

I frowned for the first time in hours. "Guys!"

Of course, my voice cracked as I whined.

"Yep, it's him," Mabel said.

"Well, why are you so happy?" Stan questioned.

I felt my cheeks heat up. Should I tell them what happened? What will I say?! HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS?!

As if reading my mind, the shrill sound of a ringing phone echoed through the house. I sighed inwardly in relief, thanking my lucky stars that I got out of that one.

Stan groaned, taking off his oven mitt and tossing it aside as he went to answer the phone. Hm... that's weird... we usually don't get calls this late...

Mabel and I followed him quietly, until we stood behind him in the doorway. We listened carefully.

"What? Really?" He said, disbelief evident in his voice.

Mabel and I glanced at each other nervously, before looking back to Stan.

"I... I don't know, sir. I thought she was with you," he said into the phone.

She? Who's she?

"I- I'll definitely check, sir. I'll let you know if she turns up."

What? Is someone missing?

Wait a second, no... it can't be...

Stan hung up the phone, then turned to us, looking solemn and grief-stricken.

"Wendy's missing," he said, confirming my worst fears.

A/N: Yes, I finally updated a story! So... do you like the twist? I do... bwahahahaha...

I'm officially back in school now (AKA HELL) and it suuuuucks. It seems like everything that could go wrong, has gone wrong. I'm frustrated beyond end. So, when I'm not doing fucking homework or playing softball, I'll try to keep the updates going. Please wish me luck this school year, because I desperately need it.

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~Unique Pines