They had made their escape from Mabel Land, Bill Cipher's trap to keep Mabel imprisoned, and Waddles barely had time to land before he poofed back to his normal size. How Bill got him in there in the first place was a mystery, though the pig probably just escaped the shack to search for Mabel, leaving him open to be used by Bill to keep Mabel complacent.
As the group shakily stood, Dipper, taking a moment to look over the immediate area to ensure their safety, paused as he heard Soos. "Hey dude, are you okay?"
Turning, Dipper found his sister doing her best, but having issues with standing. Rushing towards her, before kneeling to be eye level, Wendy and Soos were just right behind her, each placing a hand upon her shoulders, so she knew they were there.
Waddles oinked as he nudged himself into her lap, his worry clear. Dipper lifted up her face to get a better look, and gasped at what he saw.
"Bro, I don't feel so good." Mabel had a crack going down the middle of her face, glowing a familiar yellow. Mabel suddenly screamed as the cracks appeared across her body, her eyes taking a yellow glow, before she exploded.
Dipper and Waddles were shoved backwards, being flung a good distance. As Dipper shot up from where he landed, before he could shout his sister's name, before he could mourn her loss, he was forced to watch as his two friends fell over the edge of the cliff.
Dipper was left speechless, unable to come to terms with what he had just seen. A frightened squeal and laugh were what broke him from his trance, turning to find Bill Cipher, a squirming Waddles in his hand. "Well, I tried to be nice and leave her somewhere she could be happy. But as they say, you win some, you lose some."
Dipper's tears had no end, his eyes constantly returning to where his sister and friends had been mere seconds before. "Really Pinetree, you thought sending lil' Gideon to stall me would help? I saw this coming from miles away, my deal with Shooting star was simple really. I would create for her a summer that would last for the rest of her days. Stopping her summer, popping her bubble, means the end of her days."
Bill took a second to laugh as he watched Dipper's face show true horror. "Maybe if you asked her about the deal, you could have noticed the wording and done something, but instead, you decided you know better and dragged her to her death. This pig's noise making isn't as fun as I thought it would be."
Bill tossed Waddles over his shoulder, causing Dipper to break from the trance and turn back to face Bill once more when he heard the poor pig's terrified squeals, before Pacifier opened the mouth on his stomach, swallowing the pig with a single bite.
Dipper never felt more anger before in his life. This thing, this monster… this fucking demon, murdered his sister, the thing he caused to happen to her, killing his first real friends, before the bastard fed Waddles to his minion.
Bill chuckled as he watched the anger form in Dipper's eyes, the absolute hatred from the pits of a soul was something he always enjoyed seeing. Dipper was so easy to read at this point, and it was making him laugh. "Well, I guess since Shooting Star, Ice, and Question Mark are indisposed of, we could really find room in our little gang for you. What are your thoughts on being a chew toy? Get him guys."
Dipper widened his eyes, coming to the conclusion that if he were caught, he wouldn't survive. As Bill snapped his fingers, the rest of his crew all rushed forwards, Dipper jumped to the side, and into the woods.
The first thing that crossed Dipper's mind was the thoughts of his time with the manotaurs, and how he learned to traverse the woods at a better pace than the dumb demons chasing him, each of them taking moments to make comments, talking about wanting to have fun with him.
The other thing that slowed them down, was their needlessly aggressive attacks on the foliage that they ran into. Punching, or biting in Teeth's case, to destroy trees and branches that smacked them.
Their awkward forms, making it difficult to traverse the obstacle course that was Gravity Falls' woods. Dipper had at some point lost his hat, his vest being ripped in half as the pink demon almost caught him with a single claw, leaving him without it.
Dipper almost missed the loud slams of the demons hitting the barrier around Gravity Falls, barely stopping in time to look back and take in the look of Pyronica squished into the barrier as the rest of the Henchmaniacs slammed into her.
Would have been laughable, if he didn't wish so much to see them all dead.
Dipper continued into the woods, away from them, hidden and safe, but close enough to hear Bill shouting at the idiots that took too long to catch him. "How stupid are you guys? Seriously, I gave you one job, catch a dumb child, and you all failed. I am disappointed in each of you."
Whatever Bill had to say, or if he did anything to the rest of them as punishment, was left unknown to Dipper as they each turned to leave. Dipper peeked from around the tree he hid behind, watching as Bill laughed with his lackeys as they made their way back to the Fearamid.
Dipper turned around, leaned his back into the tree, falling to the ground and began to sob. His cries reaching far and wide, but heard by none.
Stan sat within his favorite chair. It had been a couple days, several too many for him to keep hoping to once again see his two niblings. Those little kids that he had straight up admitted were all the family he had left.
Several of the other creatures he had in his house from the woods had taken chance glances out the windows, each time the hope that this all would end shattering, with more pieces being lost when they tried to restore them.
Maybe if Mabel were here, she would have been able to keep more of the shards from being lost, Dipper would be rambling through theories as to how they could solve the problem, giving them some hope with someone smart figuring things out.
But the only knowledge he had were the notes he had printed from journal three, and the leftover research that he and McGucket had gone through already. And all those could only make the situation worse.
Stan looked at the calendar, taking a morbid note that it was the twins' birthday today, crying over the fact that he couldn't even call and talk with his nephew and niece-in-law, explain things to them, warn them not to come when the bus eventually never returned their children. Now he was forced to count down the days until they came to check on them, worried about their health, only to be trapped and join them as either victims, or cornered animals.
Everything came to a screeching halt as they heard the laughing. Stan rushed to the front porch, staring out at the demented triangle that caused all this, barely catching McGucket's fear filled yammering and stammering, and yes it was both, he was rather adamant about that fact.
"Well, well, well, looks like we have everyone left all here. Now, I do have a question if you all are willing to spare me an answer." Bill turned red and grew in size as he shouted at them. "Which of you useless, dumb, fleshy, shit sacks, thought it would be a bright idea to keep killing my minions?!"
The demon's question baffled those within the shack, and seeing the stupid looks, Bill chuckled as he shrunk down to a relatively small size. "Oh, I see. So none of you have actually left, has Pinetree not come back here? You would think that after watching his sister and two closest friends die, he would come here to seek comfort with you Fez."
"What did you do?" Stan looked furious, glaring with such hate.
"Hahahaha, wow. Your glare is almost as funny as Pinetree's. So sad his twin listened to him and caused her to die, Ice and Q-mark's deaths were just a bonus from that deal. I mean, it was hilarious to watch it happen, and then how Pinetree ran like the wind."
Bill laughed slightly more, before he glared at the demons around him. "If some people had thought and not dawdled so much, we would have been able to reunite you with the coward."
Bill stopped glaring as he reached behind him, pulling a golden statue, Ford, from apparently nowhere. "So, we have been getting annoyed all over the place. First, we have been trapped in this stupid town, Sixer here has been completely useless in breaking out, and I have been having to deal with being understaffed in my party crew."
Stan was doing his best in holding himself back when it came to stepping off the porch, because he wanted nothing else than to march forwards and punch Bill right in the eye. Stan wasn't even in the mood to deny the fact that he was crying.
For the past week or so, he has been trapped in his own home, a bunch of strangers trapped with him, all of them, crying over the people they have lost to this monster. And now, here he is, laughing at their misery, laughing that he murdered his family.
Calling a twelve year old boy a coward for not being able to fight a large group of demons.
Stan growled. "Big talk for someone who doesn't even understand the meaning of a fair fight. All any of you can do is pick fights with people that have no method of fighting back, using your magic to take away our only methods to actually fight you. You have no right to call a small child a coward for running away with odds like those. You're the coward here."
Bill lowered himself to the ground, chuckling as if Stan had said a joke he enjoyed, but wasn't that funny. "Well, I still need a way to get Fordsy here to listen, so…"
Bill snapped his fingers as Ford returned to normal. "Listen here, cause if you don't give me the answer to how to break free from here, I will destroy the last of this little resistance."
Ford glared back at Bill's smug impression, or at least as smug as a face with just an eye could look. "Listen here Bill, that shack is as protected from you and your magic as anything can be. You stand no chance."
Bill gave everyone a bored look, before he began to chuckle, and as he began to laugh louder, Ford began to look nervous, before Bill began to calm down. "I may be civilized, and enjoy poking holes in all your little plans, but the solution is so simple, it's sad."
Bill's arm stretched across the lawn, out into the side of the forest, before returning with a giant boulder in hand. Ford's eyes widened, "yeah, you thought of everything I could throw at your house, besides what I could throw at your house. Still don't wanna talk?"
Before Ford could form a response, there was a strange sound, before something pierced right through Bill's eye. A spear, looking to be made of bone, what appeared to be blades melted to the edges of the spearhead arching backwards to make it more of a sword.
The purpose of the extra design was obvious, as the spear was suddenly yanked in a way to slice Bill in half vertically, before being cut horizontally. The scene was quick enough that the henchmaniacs were still staring dumbfounded as Dipper pushed Ford towards the shack as he shook his spear and knocked the extra blades off.
Ford was shocked, until he took notice of what was on the extra blades. Unicorn hair, and signs of the other ingredients for the unicorn barrier he and the boy had made for the shack.
Ford grabbed and pulled Dipper with him as the rest of the demons got their acts together and began to charge, until something slammed into Xanthar, his side bursting open, his large size falling and flattening a couple of the other demons that failed to get out of the way in time.
Ford was in shock over what he was seeing, three unicorns were glaring at the rest of the demons. The very same ones that mocked him, denied Mabel the hair for the barrier, with less hair than he remembered them having. They just stabbed and knocked over the biggest demon and dropped him onto the others.
Ford barely caught sight of Dipper breaking away from him, too distracted as a dozen gnomes rushed from the woods, small metal gloves, each with a rainbow glow around the claws, stabbing and ripping at the stuck demons as they tried to get from under the loaf looking creature.
Ford gasped as he saw a spear be thrown and pierce Pyronica through the side of the head, stopping her from harming the gnomes as they finished mauling the three pinned demons.
Ford stared in shock, where he had failed, Dipper, the boy he had offered to apprentice under him, was succeeding. He had killed Bill, and was now stabbing and ripping apart each of his hench demons. Ford widened his eyes as he watched this, unable to think of what was bothering him about it, ignoring that a child was stabbing and killing monsters. The majestic and peaceful, if trollish jerks, unicorns were ignoring as their fur was matted in the blood of demons. The small, weak and nice gnomes, acting like rabid animals as they took their metal digger gloves and dug into the bodies of the demons they latched onto.
It took Ford several seconds, until he realized something rather important, as the blood and bodies of the demons just sat there, bleeding infinitely, unable to heal, but still being there.
Where was Bill's body?
As Dipper plopped onto his bottom, the unicorns congratulating themselves, proud of killing the largest of the beasts after their surprise attack on the enemy leader, the gnomes all laughing about proving better than the manotaurs that bullied them.
"Dipper!" Ford tried, he really did, but he was too late.
Dipper was grabbed from behind as what could only be described as a zombie Bill lifted him into the air. The top of the triangle was looking to be getting pulled apart as wisps of smoke, that somehow had the consistency of blood, black as tar, being pulled taught between. Dangling from more of the tarry, goopy, blood smoke, two halves of the bottom of the triangle, out of sync in their swinging. All four pieces holding the hollow disgusting fleshy hole where the eye once rested.
Each of the creatures that were part of the ambush, with gritted teeth and tears, grabbed Ford and rushed into the shack, barely making it before Bill's hand smacked right into the barrier.
Bill started to chuckle as his body reformed fully, looking as if he had never been harmed. "Now that was painful. It was so painful, you just about won there Pinetree. I am really impressed here. But, you forgot one important factor here."
Snapping his fingers, All of Bill's demonic henchmen stood once more, back to full strength as all the demons that Dipper recalled killing flew around, including that large pathetic head that wouldn't stop telling things to get into its mouth. Couldn't Bill at least leave that one dead?
"I am all powerful, I control reality to my… Will you shut up already!? I am trying to make a frightening speech here."
Bill was forced to stop and shout at the head with an arm, the thing hadn't stopped demanding things to get in his mouth as it was staring and smacking the barrier. Though it did shut up and looked sad as it wrapped its arm around its head, some tears clearly in its large eyes.
"Thank you." Bill still sounded annoyed. "Some people, am I right?"
Dipper continued to glare, the unbidden level of loathing within causing even the demons around to have trouble chuckling. Bill pouted as his fun was soured slightly, he even rolled his eye at Ford and Stan as they glared with utter hatred as well.
"Tough crowd. But where was I? Oh yeah." Bill chuckled as he gestured towards the army of demons around him. "You forgot I control reality within this dumb little bubble. I mean, that little molecular destabilizer might have worked to send me back, but hell, you managed to actually kill me. Impressive I got to say."
Bill rubbed his lower eyelid as if he was stroking a beard, before he started to run his fingers along it, causing his eye to roll around, showing the back of his eye, while it continued to roll and start to show still images of when his sister exploded and murdered his friends. Forcing Dipper to relive the scene.
Bill suddenly snapped his fingers as his eye rolled in reverse, the images rewinding as his eye repositioned itself. "I just had a brilliant idea; I am pretty sure it's someone's birthday today."
Bill found it amusing as Dipper's glare somehow gained even more hatred. "Yeah, I admit, I almost forgot. But hey, I guess I can whip you up a fabulous present real quick, you earned it champ."
Dipper turned his head away as Bill pouted. Bringing the boy closer to his face to mock him, Bill was cut off as Dipper spit into his eye.
Bill screamed, slamming Dipper into the ground as he rubbed his eye. Dipper shouted in pain as he landed harshly, before Bill stepped on him to keep him there. "What did you spit into my eye, Pinetree, that hurts like hell!?"
Dipper coughed up a bit of blood, nearly laughing as Bill turned to look at him as his eye slowly healed. "Mabel would have been better to do that, she was always better at getting distance in her spitting." Soft, sad chuckles. "She was also used to having metal in her mouth, would have been better at not cutting up her gums with it."
Bill's eye finally healed as he somehow smirked. "Well, I was going to give you extra appendages, but hey, you just go and show just how much you've grown. I think that has earned you something you always wanted, something you could never have. What was it again? Oh yeah, to be manly."
As Bill snapped his fingers once more, Dipper began to groan in pain, his heavy breaths growing into screams as he curled into himself as Bill removed his foot. Those in the shack, all too afraid to face Bill, knowing it would be a death sentence, were forced to watch Dipper writhe on the ground. Watching as something shifted beneath the skin on his back, before though his thin t-shirt, they watched his muscles melt.
From the holes of his shirt, through small rips, the neckline, or through the bottom and sleeves, blood. Unable to stay curled, he flopped flat, and looked to be just skin and bones, before they saw something wiggle in his shirt, before he inflated once more, his red shirt being held tightly against muscles that were much larger than the ones before. A body that the Manotaurs would have proudly helped cultivate.
But on a small child, covered in sweat, blood, and tears, crying out in pain throughout the whole ordeal. His height and age, with those muscles, looked wrong, and impossible. As Dipper laid on the ground, having felt his muscles burn and melt, boiling him from the inside out, before they painfully pushed themselves back together between his skin and bones, after the flesh had already melted to them.
Bill chuckled as he looked down at him. "I would have helped you grow some hair on your chest, but you had to spit that stuff in my eye. Maybe you'll think twice before doing something like that again, huh?"
Dipper coughed slightly as he actually started to laugh. "You don't get it yet, do you Bill?"
"What?"
Dipper smirked upward, past Bill, not looking the triangle in the eye. "My plan worked, Ford is freed from you, and now, he can work with Stan and McGucket to form a plan to kill you. I never really expected to beat you. I just needed to free the guy that knew the most about you. So, no matter what you do to me, they will avenge me, and everyone else that you have killed."
Bill would have smirked if he could, "cute. No seriously, it really is. You think Sixer, Fez, and Glasses could even match wits with me. I have used them all to get to this point, and I know how dumb they really are. And I am almost sure that they will break within the day."
Bill reached down and picked Dipper up by the leg. "And you will get a front row seat to watch me get what I want."
Bill tossed Dipper over his shoulder, ignoring Stan and Ford shouting the boy's name as the others in the shack held them back. Pacifica would have joined them in trying to run out there, if the Multi-bear hadn't been holding her off the floor.
Dipper was caught out of the air, by Kryptos. "Hey, Bill, you missed something with this body. Don't all those guys with the manliest body have those little things? What were they…"
Bill snapped his fingers as he interrupted her. "Scars! I almost forgot about those, why don't you guys help the kid out with that, I can't be expected to do all the work here."
As Dipper widened his eyes, he was forced to live through Eightball grabbing his other arm as the two pulled his arms off, feeling as shoulders were ripped off, before they slowly sunk back into place. Before Dipper could catch his breath, he once again screamed in pain as Teeth jumped him, taking a bite out of his side.
Ford and Stan, along with everyone else in the shack were forced to watch as the henchmaniacs continued to take turns pulling, ripping, chewing, stabbing. It was horrible to watch, each of the demons laughing as Dipper screamed in pain.
As Dipper fell to the ground, his body somehow healed once again, leaving behind more scars, ignoring the laughs of the demons around him. "It doesn't matter what you do to me Bill, you all will still lose. Did you really think I would plan for me to survive? I don't care what you do."
"Brave words Pinetree, almost brave enough for me to consider them. But once again, I am sure you recall my plan with the rock." Bill didn't sound like he was even trying to sound intimidated, so bored and tired of the bravado.
Dipper's chuckle actually caused Bill to pause. "You say that as if I didn't think you would try something like that. Everything around us holds a gravitational force, it's how we humans keep from floating into space, how we measure the weight of everything around us. And now, thanks to great uncle Ford, I know how to alter magnetic waves, shifting them in ways to push physical objects away."
Bill narrowed his eye into a glare. "What are you saying kid? Be a bit clearer here."
Dipper laughed, a real dark sounding, mocking laugh. "You're not looking at the right picture here. The unicorn hair has more properties than simply repelling you, they can expand the spectrum of waves to the point that they can repel anything, given the right frequency."
Bill turned to glare, grabbing the boulder and quickly throwing it at the shack. Only for it to bounce off the barrier like it was his own fist.
Bill turned a shocked look towards the small gnomes, each of which had weaved something into the unicorn hair, as a couple walked around from the sides, meaning they had gone around the entire shack while he was messing with Pinetree.
"You sly dog, you were the distraction." Bill began to laugh, seeing this as truly hilarious. "Jeeze, I can't believe I actually fell for that. Too bad it pissed me off, otherwise I would have kept being nice."
Bill suddenly kicked Dipper into the air, grabbing his head. "Well, I guess we can continue to have a little bit of fun, before we go back to the drawing board. You just love to piss me off, don't ya?"
Dipper looked like he was between struggling and giving up, as Bill dropped him, and kicked him back up with the side of his foot. "No wonder some of you waste sacks enjoy doing this." Bill paused slightly as Dipper bounced up, before kicking him towards his friends with the outside of his foot. Bill laughed, "this is fun."
The henchmaniacs all laughed as they started to kick Dipper back and forth, treating him like a toy as Bill continued to make sure he felt all the pain, but none of the bruising or breaking that came with it. Bill summoned up a wine glass, some weird rainbow liquid swirling into it like a reverse drain.
As Bill began to sip from his glass through his eye, Dipper was kicked towards Zanthar, who stepped back to line up his kicks to continue the game, only to trip over the disembodied head with an arm coming out his skull that stayed quiet after he was yelled at, causing him to kick Dipper too high with his front foot. As Zanthar had stepped back as he kicked Dipper, he wound up off balance and flopping back over the weaker demon, as his back foot was thrown upward and kicked Dipper straight out of Gravity Falls, right towards the top of the mountain just outside the city limits.
As Zanthar shook himself from his fall, all of them glared down at the useless demon head. Bill hadn't made a noise, just stared at the location where Pinetree was before he flew off.
Bill had a twitch in the corner of his eye, before he floated over to the disembodied head. "Why did you remain in that spot instead of getting lost after I yelled at you the first time?"
Without waiting for a reply, "I guess that is my fault, should have left you dead after Pinetree killed you."
Bill stretched his eyelids over the wine glass, taking a bite out of it, chewing on the cup part, leaving just the handle. Before he gave a slight burp, before he stabbed the improved pick down into the demon's head. "Have fun with this waste of space guys, I am heading back to the drawing board."
As Bill dealt with the failure, Dipper barely kept his wits about him as he took notice of the incoming mountain. Dipper almost panicked, if he hadn't missed hitting rocks long enough for his forward momentum to bleed into downward momentum, and by time that happened, he was able to grab some of the outcroppings to keep himself from hitting terminal velocity.
Too bad this pulled his arm out of socket, causing him to scream out in pain once again as he continued to flop down the side of the mountain, landing upon an outcropping, right in front of a cave.
Dipper groaned as he slowly forced himself up, having slight trouble as he stood on wobbly legs, before making his way towards the wall, before slightly losing his footing and tripping, slamming his arm into the wall, and popping his arm back into place, though he wished he could have prepared himself for that.
Dipper slid down the wall, sitting there as he groaned in pain and began to cry. While he had succeeded in his plan, he also had just gone through a nightmare made real. His body still hurt from everything those things had done, and he would be lucky if he ever forgot what the inside of a mouth looked like as it bit down on his head.
Dipper began to curl in on himself as he tried to forget the images, doing his best to keep his eyes open, to avoid the images that played out in the darkness.
Dipper snapped aware, practically jumping up as he heard someone walking out of the cave, spotting a young girl around his own age. "Oh, I guess I did hear someone. What are you doing here?"
Dipper had to focus slightly as he regained his balance. "I was tossed here, by some demons. Do you live here?"
Dipper was really baffled by this situation. He did not recognize this girl from Gravity Falls, meaning she either came here before the summer started and lived here, or she was from a nearby town. A quick look over the road behind him at the bottom of the mountain, revealed that yeah, there was a simple turn that was pretty much the same distance to Gravity Falls, a simple fork in the road.
"Listen, Gravity Falls is currently being tormented by demons, we need to warn the town in case anyone has business there. Bill won't care, and simply kill them if they so…"
Dipper was cut off as the girl before him did something that he honestly hadn't expected.
As Dipper was talking, warning this girl that he had just met about the dangers plaguing Gravity Falls, she decided to slash him through his chest, from his left shoulder, diagonally downward. Staring up at the girl, watching as her red eyes gave a hateful glow, as her lips spread into a cruel smile.
Dipper laughed, he chuckled as he fell to his knees, collapsing face down.
The girl walked past him, her goal unknown to himself. And all he could do was chuckle over all his crappy luck recently. As he calmed his laughs, he no longer heard the steps of the creature that left the cave. "Here's hoping they kill each other, whatever that thing was."
Dipper got his feet back under him, stumbling his way into the cave, maybe one more adventure wouldn't hurt? The first area was a rather long hallway, the strangeness of the hallway wasn't lost on him, as he stepped past a ripped-up flower and a pile of dust.
If Dipper had been a bit more aware, he might have spotted the cape and crown tossed to the side, but this time around, he hadn't.
Continuing his stumbling through the hallways, he found a small house. Not wanting to dwell in another's home, expecting the creature that left him bleeding to death, did the same with whomever lived within. Stepping through the front door, Dipper had to brace himself in the doorway, his sight beginning to get a bit blurry.
Dipper continued onward, taking note about the closed door down the somewhat short flight of stairs, but choosing to take the hallway. His goal was simply to get as far as he could.
Dipper looked about the hallway, taking notice of all the details carved into the walls. How there was a city sprawled out across the background. Maybe he could just take a dive into it, go out as he enters a hidden city, never before seen by a human. He knew for a fact that humanoid cryptid couldn't be human, she moved too swiftly, and even now, he could feel a strange tingle feeling along the wound she inflicted on him. Like shards of metal lingered along the edges, causing him to feel as if she had simply left the knife in him.
He checked, and she hadn't.
Dipper's thoughts took a back seat, beginning to feel a deep chill, stepping into a large gold and red hallway, lined with pillars on each side. This room just caused a chill to encompass him, as if something was judging him, for past actions taken, and not.
Dipper stumbled as he lost feeling in his legs.
Dipper never realized that he was crying, until he watched his tears form puddles on the clear floor. Giving a hollow chuckle, Dipper did his best to wipe his eyes, now realizing he had been walking around the cave shirtless, maybe the previous chills were from that rather than some ghost watching him.
Dipper took notice of some strange powder, or dust. Small specks, pure as fallen snow, leading to the side, towards a blue coat. Pushing himself along the floor, Dipper reached the coat, before taking notice that someone had also been sliced. "Well, guess me and this guy were killed by the same cryptid."
Dipper chuckled, though his chills worsened as he shrugged and placed the coat on, it was too cold, hopefully the previous owner didn't mind him using the thing to fight the cold. Though he honestly would prefer much less dust flopping out into him when he put it on.
Dipper tilted his head in confusion as he found a scarf under the coat. Giving a chuckle, he put thought into the situation, he was dying, no argument there. His chills must be from the blood loss, which was also giving him dizziness, blurry vision that appears to be coming and going.
"This scarf is rather thin; it must be made for fashion rather than function. The dork that wore this…"
Dipper's mind flashed to his sister, her dozens of sweaters, each unique design, each worn no matter the weather or event, even through the summer weather. "Must have been the coolest person ever."
Dipper plopped back against the pillar he found the coat next to, holding the scarf in his hands as he cried, wishing he had one of his sister's sweaters right about now, to feel one of her love filled works of hugs, just wrapping him in whatever leftover warmth from when she poured her heart into crafting it.
Once again, he was sobbing, pouring his heart out once again, except this time…
Someone heard him.