Gideon was desperate - it has been two years, and though people have been accepting of his change of heart, they still looked at him with suspicion, and who wouldn't be? Considering he had a psychotic tantrum because a girl said 'no' to him, to the point that he made a deal with the one-eye antichrist, it wasn't exactly an easy fit. For example, the first time he interacted with the author of the journals he was greeted by a blaster on his face threatening him and one time he made up some Halloween tale during Summerween about a kid who murdered because some older kid had his favorite toy which hilariously backfired in everyone thinking that not only the story was real but also that he is the kid - crazy, right? This is why after breakfast he went inside his room and was making a ritual to summon the Pale Lady in order to learn how to regain the trust of the town.

No, she isn't some demon - he made sure to do his homework on her and he knows better than deals involving demons aren't worth a squat after his experience with Bill, which typically ends up backfiring at the summoner because demons wouldn't be demons if they weren't backstabbing drags (though of course, he didn't tell anyone that he was summoning a being from the other side to make deal with). According to Hispanic folklore, the Pale Lady is a supernatural entity whose summoner asks a petition from her which can range from mundane subjects like career or relationships to life-or-death situations in exchange for a "promise" which, to Gleeful's pleasant surprise, it doesn't involve fanatical like selling your soul or making human sacrifices, or anything of that sort of nature instead, it is often similar in proportion to the requests, so nothing very crazy.

Though, like all deals involving the dealing with paranormal creatures, there is a catch: which in this case, is that if the 'promise' is not fulfilled, not only the request won't happen, but also give the summoner a corresponding case of bad luck depending on what the request was. Oddly enough, despite not finding anything insidious about her in his research, she seem to be a point of tension for Abrahamic institutes in Mexico to the point that they tried to paint a bad look on her, but again rarely any religion is thrilled at the prospect of some pagan entity doing their God/gods' work(In truth it was the work of the Horizon Initiative who are a GOI made of the three major Abrahamic religions who don't take kindly to pagan anomalies and the Pale lady is classified by the Foundation as SCP-6755).

After readying the altar and doing the needed preparations all he needed to do was to drink a cup of chocolate to his displeasure he had to put three drops of his blood into it.

'Welp, here goes nothing,' he thought.

He coughed and then said, "Pale Lady, please tell me how I can be good again."

After saying that he drank from the cup and then the magic happened. To Giddy's unsettlement, he was no longer in his room - one moment he was in his room and now he was near a white table with two chairs in a field of orange flowers and the strangest part was the sky which looked as if it was made from some sort of blue rock, from what he hypothesis he was in some sort of Pocket Dimension or maybe a full Parallel Dimension which intrigued his curious side.

"Took you long enough, Gideon."

He turned around and yelped, nearly jumping from the shock of suddenly seeing someone behind him. The person was a woman with black and white markers around her face which reminded him of Summerween makeups some wore to mimic the look of a skeleton with a dress varying in coloration and a big hat.

"Ah, for the lovi' of- is this like some sorta' gimmick that you dealmaking beings have in knowin' someone's name automatically?" he grumbled while recalling the first time he met Bill, who knew his name because he knows 'lot's of things' and, from what he read on the journals, the Dream Demon had been watching the 3rd Dimension for some time (totally not creepy at all).

The woman (or at least he thinks she is a woman, not some eldritch entity that greets people in a humanoid form) seemed amused by his reaction. "It is my job to know my clients querido, I would be a poor dealer if I didn't." After saying that, she walks past him and sits on the front chair of the table. "Come now, don't worry, I'm not going to steal your soul." She chuckled.

Gideon hesitantly came and sat on the last chair.


After the Stans left with the Stanmobile to the Mcgucket Mansion with the alien and the robot, Mabel's friends Candy and Grenda came to visit the shack. The trio of girls were currently outside the shack conversing with each other, whereas Dipper was looking around for SCP-7044.

"-oh, did I mention we now have new pets?" She told her friends and they answered with an "oooooh!".

"For God's sake Mabel, we already have a cat back home in Piedmont and a pig, now you want to add two more; which, I remind you by the way, it's not normal for birds to weaponize sounds or much less speak." He informed me as he looked under.

"Am can speak finey indeed!" Spanko was eating ants that it came across while walking.

"It talks!" Candy exclaimed.

"Of course am talk, Am Docktor Span-"

"His name is Spanko." Mabel cut him from uttering his full name yet again.

Bird grumbling

"Reminds me of one of Marius's relatives," Grenda thought out loud, "though, to be fair, that guy was a nut job trying to blend in with horses in the stable!" She laughed as she recalled the whole ordeal.

Speaking of rich people and their weird quirks, Pacifica Northwest came as she walked toward the Shack, catching Mason's attention.

"Pacifica?" Dipper questioned upon seeing who came.

"No, it's the mailman- of course it's me," the Heiress sarcastically answered.

"Paz! How's it going? Did you have any unusual pets like us too?" Mabel greeted and asked.

"First of all, don't call me Paz, it's Pacifica; second of all, as a matter of fact, yes I did find something interesting I came across. I came to see if any of you have any ideas."

"What kind of creature?" One of Dipper's eyebrows came up in curiosity.

"Let's just say…I found a strange package which gave birth to something…exotic."

The Northwest girl opened her purse and showed them. They looked and inside Pacifica's purse, they saw the entity which was the cutest thing they had ever seen.

Chirp-Chirp

The Furball creature looked back at the witnesses and chirped with its black, teared eyes.

"AWWWWWWW!" Candy, Mabel and Grenda squealed looking at the pink creature, Mabel was going gaga, Candy had stars in her eyes, Grenda had a gleeful smile stretched across her face and Dipper's mouth hung in disbelief.

"What's everyone's salad into?" SCP-2337 inquired.

That response from the sitting crex-crex surprised Pacifica a bit. She blinked once only to return to her normal mood "...I must be really jaded if I'm not even moved by a talking bird."

"NEW CUSTOMERS! WHO WANTS TO BUY A NEW STATE OF ART?" A flying moth named SCP-2598 said as it sat up in the sealing.

"And of course, there is a talking moth salesman too." She stated blandly.

"I have no idea what this is, you said it was birthed? How?" Mabel's twin wondered.

"Found it as an egg in a boxset, I think I have it right-"

"Can I pet it!? Please Paz! Its adorableness needs my petting!" Mabel was practically on her knees begging to caress it.

"No way! I found and bought it fair and square!" The noble-born was quick to refute the commoner.

"I wanna cuddle it!" Grenda vocalized.

"Nonono! You would crush my exotic pet with your troll-like physique!" The blonde protectively holds her purse.

Grenda locked her arms in indignation with a grunt.

"It's soooo cute!" Candy's eyes were still sparkling.

"Anyway, it came from this." She gave Dipper an opened box set with the logo of Wondertainment on it, The Pines boy gave it a look and read the description.

"I don't recognize this brand." Mabel's brother expressed puzzlement.

"Neither do I," Pacifica related, "I tried to search for it myself from dad's files but there is no company called 'Dr. Wondertainment'."

"Oh, I've found a new friend! Let me introduce you to her!" Mabel recalled, before she beckoned them to follow her over.

"You girls have fun. Wendy called and said there is something urgent she wants to talk to me about," Ford's Great Nephew announced.

"Oh really." The blonde teen almost gritted her teeth, having a not-so-secret crush on Dipper combined with the fact that even despite both her and Wendy not caring about their family feuds, their personalities just didn't mesh. The Corduroy was carefree while the Northwest was elegant, the redhead liked street food whereas the blonde preferred fancy food, and Wendy was a tomboy whereas Pacifica wore cosmetics every day. It didn't help when the heiress found out that Dipper used to have a crush on the lumberjane or when the first time they met they got on each other's nerves even after both developing respect for each other later on. Mabel giggled at the clear jealousy and simply took her hand to follow her like a stuck-moving chair.

"Come Paz! Also, don't forget to feed Waddle's broseph! Bye!" The four girls walked away while Grunkle Stan's great nephew opened his palm to wave out a farewell to them.

"OH WELL, BACK TO POLLINATING!" The merchant moth went inside the shack as Dr Spanko.

After the girls had distanced themselves with other anomalies no longer present he let out a groan. 'Why must I be tortured with every girl drama when it involves me, Pacifica and Wendy or just any girl that isnt my sister or mother?' he thought to his annoyance, his sister still teased him about what she would call 'Love Triangle' being into drama, honesty he stopped and gave a damn about romance with all these stupid needless dramas and seeing how disastrous search for romance can be from witnessing Mable's catastrophic 'Summer Romance', deciding it is best just to let things come naturally, besides not everyone needs a romance to have a fulfilled lives unlike what Mabel's cringy romance novels say.

Suddenly, a certain yellow chickadee flew over near the window, chirping.

Chirp

Dipper saw the anomalous bird "Wha- where have you been?? I've been searching for you." He sighed in relief.

Chirp

"Hey, you can't just go away without saying anything, and no don't think about using your empathic ability to stray away from my worries!" he ranted when he felt the calming aura from the avian SCP.

Chirp

"And now I'm talking with a bird," Dipper mused. If only his great uncle Stanley was there to see it.

7044 gestured with its head over the pine trees with an urgent chirp.

"What is it? Did you find something?"

The yellow avian chirped in confirmation and flow.

"Hey! Wait up!" Mason started following the anomalous avian.

On the other side of the shack, the female teens followed Mabel.

"So who's the new friend?" Candy asked.

"Her name is Aè, she may look a bit intimidating, but she is a sweetheart!" Mabel assured them.

Pacifica snorted, "More intimidating than Grenda?"

"I take it as a compliment," Grenada stated proudly.

"Just wait here, I go find her, just a shock warning, she isn't exactly…a normal person."

After a moment, the sentence registered into the group on what Mabel meant.

"Oh for Nathaniel's shovel sake…did you befriend a unicorn??" the Northwest vexed.

"Never! I'm offended you would think I would ever befriend those jerks!" she answered offended.

"Is it a leprechaun?" Candy adjusted her goggles.

"No."

"Oh! It's a Manotaur!" the strong physique girl theorized.

"Why in a million years would she ever befriend those hairy-testosteron drunk bulls?" the blonde heiress with one hand gestured.

"Just wait here, I'm coming sooOOH!" Mabel was eye-opened upon seeing who was behind Pacifica, the other girls froze at seeing Mabel's 'New Friend' with only Pacifica oblivious to all this.

"What is it this time? And why are you all looking at me?" The noble-born quizzed from the staring.

"Don't freak out! But my new friend is right behind you." Mabel replied with a warning

Bemused and then puzzled when a gross liquid-like substance dropped on her hand, the Northwest heiress looked behind not before her face contorted in outrage and disgust, behind her she met SCP-811 in all her glory with her greenish skin, black hair, frog-like eyes and amphibian-like characteristics.

"Don't faint." The Swamp Woman said with her toothy grin.

Pacifica did exactly that.

On the other side Dipper followed the unusual bird in the pines until he saw something when the little bird sat on a familiar pine tree peaking and chirping at it.

Bong, Bong.

From the sound of peaking, it was clear the tree was a fake metallic construct.

"Oh…the place I've found Great Uncle Ford's Journal for the first time." A wave of nostalgia was felt in Dipper upon seeing the secret hideaway where he found Journal 3 and had his and her sister's lives forever changed. It was 2 years ago yet for him it felt like a decade. Interestingly enough to Dipper, the door to the container in which he found Journal 3 was open, so in curiosity he looked over and saw a book inside it.

"That wasn't there before…" he took the book gently and gave it a look. It was a green-covered book with the golden symbol of a snake with its tail looking like the leaves and branches of a tree with the title Journey to the Anomalous World. He gave a quick look and flashed through the pages, seeing ones talking about god-like beings, monsters, reality benders, anti-memetics with other concepts he never fathomed before to his amazement gave him a sense of wonder and dread he haven't felt since the first time he found one of Great Uncle Ford's Journals.

"Is this a book by Great Uncle Ford I don't know. He never said anything about another book so who…" he looked to see who is the author upon deducting, and what he saw shocked him with a gasp.

"Holy sh-


After seating on the chair Gideon and the Pale Lady, referred to by Foundation as SCP-6755-2, talked and, despite being a dealmaker to his amazement, she was very honest on setting terms and limitations something uncanny for deal-making paranormal entities who usually are very vague on the set of terms - a surprise to be sure, but a very welcome one compared to the unnerving, inconclusive Bill Cipher who only gave 'vague' promises. It was like talking with a normal transaction businesswoman; albeit, one friendly instead of cold.

"-there that is all querido, except one problem. I have to decline." The Pale Lady stated.

"Whot? Why!?" Flat-footed, he demanded an explanation. Weren't dealmakers supposed to be too greedy to care?

"Because we know that's not what you really desire compañero - what you want is to be loved again." She explained the reasoning behind her decline.

"Then why on bloody colorful gnome's vomit did we talk about the deal's condition the whole fraggin' time!?"

"From the reaction, I would say I hit the spot." She said smugly with a smirk.

Flabbergasted, Gideon understood now that he was being played the whole way, he was not used to being tricked. "And ain a bad thing? Is it bad wantin' to be loved again through less…devious' means?" He decided to reason with her.

"Nothing is wrong with wanting to be loved querido, but that shouldn't be the only reason to being good and love is fleeting in mass, yet only strong in those who you are close to. Otherwise, you would be left shallow, there is a reason why suicide rates is high for celebrities." The Supernatural Lady went on.

"Is not just by the whole town..." The Gleeful boy mumbled.

"Yes, it's for her as well." She made a statement.

"Look…I've no longer held any delusion for some time. I know that Mabel, even in the best scenario, will only see me as a friend; but, as someone told me, I can at least try to be worthy of lovin'," he exhaled, "so please, make me worthy." He pleaded with both his hands locked together.

After a moment she uttered: "That I can't do - I don't 'cheat' or give people the illusion of fleeting happiness - that's a journey only you can make; however, I can them nudge in the right direction but whether you walk the road will depend on you mi querido niño. Promise me this, don't let how others see you define you, even if others think ill of you or things look bleak, do what is right."

"I…I will." He relented.

"Bien, live your life morally and you'll find the power to overcome the challenges in your path, aidós." She bid good-bye and wished him well, not before saying something cryptic.

"What da ya mean-"

With no warning, he was back in his room, no longer the strange land and the Pale Lady appeared, leaving him with food for thoughts.

"Gideon? Are you there? You wouldn't want to miss your favorite show!" Bud Gleeful called his son.

"I'm comin', dad!" Gideon responded, after a moment of hesitation he opened the door of his room and came out.


They woke up, except everything was still dark until it became clear once the dark cloud was replaced by a source of light, annoying their eyes. They were in some interrogation room with a light bulb, both roped to their chairs back and forth. Oddly, there was something familiar about this, on which they couldn't quite place why.

Then, a door got opened and the same blonde man with a ponytail they saw before becoming unconscious showed up, "Sorry about that, with Chaos Insurgency on a rampage with their new allies we had to make some precautions."

"Who are you? What do you want!?" Diana roared defiantly.

Walter did the same, "If this is a kidnapping situation-"

"No No No! I mean, technically this does count as kidnapping, but we aren't here for some vendetta or money."

"Then speak up or I swear I will crack your bones once I get out!"

"Heh, still the same fiery agent, my name is Troy Lament and you used to be an employee of our organization."

"Uhhhh, question: I don't recall my wife ever telling me he worked for some I presume to be…some shady government organization?" Diana's husband inquired.

"No and yes - we aren't accountable to any government official and it is not just your wife, but you as well."

"This is absolute bollocks! I don't remember ever working with you!" The tied woman with long hair and glasses retorted.

"You did, in fact: both of you used to do before quitting and erasing your memories by your own choice, but don't worry, things will be cleared soon enough.'' Just then, two people came a black man dressed as a guard and a medic woman, who Walter guessed to be French with two injectors filled with some sort of vial.

"Err what's that?" The alarmed man asked.

"Those are specialized chemicals made specifically to redirect back memories that are left deep in the subconscious by forcing it in recalling from experiences that left marks on the mind which as I-"

"Okay, I know I'm supposed to be the one with a doctorate but it's in philosophy so… English?"

Lament exasperated with both of his hands, "It will return your memories."

As the black guard moved so as the french woman in a medical suit came, she tried to inject the serum into Diana who, like a dog, struggled and seethed her teeth, which startled the now hesitant medic. Troy mumbled something at this until the guard held the resisting woman. Steadily, the medic got the courage to inject the angry woman from one injector. After injecting the serum into the raging woman, she then with another injector injected the vial into Jacob, after which she put distance between her and the roped couple.

A moment passed but neither felt anything.

The father of a set of twins was the first one to ask: "Is it supposed to take looOOOHA!" He exclaimed as memories swarm in his mind so his wife like a dam being broken to letting a flood come, both of the injected felt so many conflicting emotions and thoughts all at the same time: joy, sadness, anger, laughter, hatred, love and so forth came and came until everything became clear as their minds started to adjust to the new pieces of information.

Both the burnet and the brunette adults now looked with new understanding as memories registered on them.

"Welcome back, Doctor Pines and Agent Diana." Agent Troy greeted them upon witnessing their expressions, he then came and untied them with a small knife.

As the memories flooded in, a new revelation hit them hard like a train. Those letters Mabel used to send before deciding not to anymore? They were not a creation of her imagination nor an exaggeration of events - all of it was true, and at this realization, both of their eyes widened as they looked at one another.

Diana's face in particular morphed into a cold fury promising vindication. With no warning, she made a heavy step which startled the man with a small ponytail so as everyone as the woman roared to the sealing.

"StanleeeEEEYAAAAAH! YOU SCAMMING, CHEATING, TWO-FACED, LYING PIECE OF-"

—--END—--


Notes:Yep, I took a meta slang at the concertration of shipping Dipper.