I got another request so I'm whipping it out there as fast as I can! I hope this is satisfactory, my dear reviewer. (I've been planning a Bipper scene for a while and you gave me inspiration, so thank you!)

From AkeldamaStone (Guest): "Could you do something Bipper related? If you've seen "Soap Opera," you'll know what I mean. I heard there was supposed to be a scene where Wendy realizes the Dipper isn't acting normally (cuz he's possessed by a triangle, for goodness sake!), and maybe you could do that? Either that or you can make up something Bipper related. It's okay if you don't want to do either one of those, they're just suggestions!"

(I also included a small bonus part involving the aftermath of the episode, because I felt that Dipper's reactions were needed. Oops!) Enjoy!

Just a Scratch

Wendy wasn't too familiar with the supernatural in Gravity Falls, having not encountered anything magical and whatnot really until this summer. She hadn't seen much of ghosts or shapeshifters until she had met Dipper and Mabel Pines, and while the creatures were rather disturbing, she thought it was cool that her eyes had been opened suddenly to this new world of magic and supernatural oddities.

This also meant the redhead had begun to observe her surroundings more, to look at the townsfolk with a new apprehension, often wondering if one of them was a vampire or something. She'd put it off sometimes as paranoia when she felt a creepy shiver up her spine, and didn't think much of it afterwards. After all, it was only natural for her to suddenly be wary and afraid of this stuff, right? Who wouldn't be?

So when she and Soos went to leave to head to the theater for Mabel's sock opera, and they found Dipper waiting outside by himself, she didn't think much of it at first.

"Oh, hey Dipper! There you are!"

"What up, dude?" Wendy said, smiling at him warmly. She ignored the tingling in her spine as she noticed the preteen's smile was a bit too wide for comfort. Probably just excited or something.

"We're heading to the theater," Soos explained and she quickly chimed in with a, "Need a ride, Dipper?"

"Oho, anything for you, Red!"

That was what set off the warning bells in her head. Wendy's smile twitched as she studied the boy closer. He didn't appear to be acting abnormally, other than that rather strange smile and his words. Why on earth was he calling her Red now? Dipper wouldn't say these types of things to her face...

Soos didn't seem to notice anything was wrong and headed for the truck, saying something about heading to the theater. Wendy studied Dipper for another moment before heading after him, trying not to look suspicious as the boy got in next to her and buckled his seat belt. Soos turned up the radio at her request and that was when she received her second warning sign.

"But how can you stop me? If you don't exist..." The preteen burst out laughing and Soos did as well, not seeming to hear the boy's mumblings. Wendy pretended to laugh too for appearances, but her heart was filled with dread. What the heck is going on with Dipper? It's like he isn't himself...

Throughout the entire ride, Wendy glanced at Dipper out of the corner of her eye, trying to find some sort of hint clueing her in to what was wrong with her friend. Soos chatted mostly to himself the whole way, rambling on about something having to do with the sock opera. Wendy didn't pay him much attention; she was too caught up in her worrying over the younger male.

Before she knew it, they had arrived, and Soos hurried to get their tickets before it got too crowded, leaving both adolescents in the truck to wait. Wendy couldn't help but glance over at her friend anxiously, wondering why he was acting so unusual. He would normally be trying to start an awkward conversation by now or making some joke about how Soos was going to forget to grab something by the time he got to the front of the line. She knew the twins had had a fight earlier. Was that why he was being so quiet?

That didn't add up, though. He had also called her Red and started talking to himself.

Maybe he's just a little tired. Wendy tried to reason this out in her head. I mean, he has huge bags under his eyes and you know he's been obsessing over that laptop Soos fixed.

She sighed to herself and glanced back at him, noting that the preteen boy was smiling widely still and watching everyone outside the window with a devious glint in his eyes. None of it made sense. Was there something supernatural going on with the boy? Did there - ?

Wait. Was that...?

Wendy felt ill all of a sudden as she stared at Dipper's arms. Bloody gashes were blatant to see with a couple of scratches littered down the side of his elbow, something she knew had certainly not been there earlier. They looked as if forks had been embedded in his arms, which was a weird thought.

"Whatcha looking at, Red?"

She jumped a little, meeting the boy's eyes as he gazed back at her. There's that nickname again. "Uh, Dipper?"

"Yep?"

"Wh-Why do you have those gashes? Did you hurt yourself?"

Dipper gave her another abnormally wide smile that stretched from ear to ear, to her shock. "Oh, don't worry! It's just a scratch!"

"Dipper, those look deep!" she tried to reason with the kid, feeling her stomach churn as she glanced again at the bloody wounds. Why did this not bother him? If it was anything more than a paper cut, he would usually get all worked up and ask for a Band-Aid or something to cover his cut. "Are you sure you're alright? I can get you to a hospital if you need one, I'm sure Mabel wouldn't mind if we missed her play for something like this."

The boy chuckled in a way she definitely did not like. "Red, I'm fine. The pain doesn't feel too bad, actually! It's rather hilarious, to be honest!"

Pain? Hilarious?

This wasn't Dipper. The person she knew and called friend would never act like this. There was something going on, some sort of personality change or like and she didn't like it at all.

Before she could confront this strange Dipper, Soos returned and waved up three tickets with a broad smile. "Hey dudes! Are you ready to go? I got us good seats so we'd better get inside quick."

She looked back at her preteen friend, trying not to shudder at the sight of him covering his bleeding arms, and something flashed in the boy's eyes that scared her. Something that said: Tell no one of this. For some reason, she knew if she disobeyed, something bad was going to happen. The shiver that normally ran up her spine whenever she encountered some supernatural creature returned and Wendy knew something was terribly wrong.

And yet, the teenager got out of the car and pretended everything was alright, just as her friend pretended he wasn't injured as they entered the theater. Later, she promised herself with a frown in Dipper's direction. I'll weasel the truth out of him later.

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She almost didn't believe Mabel when she explained the story later the next day after she had arrived for work. Dipper being possessed by some demonic triangle who wanted his journal destroyed? It seemed a little far fetched.

But then she reflected upon the things the boy had said and done, his reaction to the pain and bleeding gashes in his arms (which the twelve year old girl had reassured her were bandaged up by none other than herself that previous night after the disaster of a show), and how she had felt so uneasy near him since he had gotten into Soos's truck with her.

Perhaps it wasn't so ridiculous after all.

Wendy crept to the attic while Stan was taking a bus load of tourists on a Mystery Tour and peeked inside the room. Dipper sat on his bed with the journal at his side, glaring at his bandaged arms (which Mabel had done a decent job of wrapping, she noted in relief).

He seemed normal enough. There was only one way to test this...

"Hey dork. How've you been holding up?" she said, entering the attic room.

His head shot up and a smile lit up his face. Not a disturbingly wide smile, a normal happy one.

"Wendy! H-Hey! I've been... well, I've been better, but I'm okay now."

It was definitely him.

Wendy smiled warmly and sat down next to him, nudging his bandaged arm gently so as not to hurt him more. "Mabel told me about what really happened yesterday. Did that triangle guy really stick forks into your arms, or was she just exaggerating?"

Dipper groaned, his scowl returning at the memory of the incident. "No, he really did. He also slapped himself, slammed my hand in a drawer, and deliberately fell down the stairs. Backwards."

"Oh, man. No wonder you're up here and not down there helping out!" Wendy couldn't help but wince at the thought of some demon hurting her friend on purpose.

The boy hesitated instead of laughing, rubbing his arm lightly in thought. "Um, can I ask you something weird?"

"Yeah, sure. Fire away."

"Did you... Did you notice I was not myself?"

Wendy took a good hard look at the preteen, noting the dark bags under his eyes, the way he seemed so nervous about hearing the answer to that question. It was as if he thought she had just ignored his oddities the whole time he was possessed - oh. Oh.

"Yeah, actually. I noticed right when you called me Red. I mean, who does that? I thought it was really weird and I even asked you about those cuts of yours, but you said the pain was funny."

Dipper glanced at her in surprise, but she could have sworn he seemed pleased that somebody had guessed he wasn't himself. And that was what made her heart swell in pride.

"Y-Yeah, Bill seemed to think hurting me was funny. Did he really call you Red? What did you say?"

"Well, I didn't say anything out loud. But if I had, you know I would have said to you, 'Dipper, if you call me that one more time, I'm going to punch you right in the...!' "

I hope I did your request justice, dear reviewer!

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