"Here. I've fixed Wax Stan's... 'corpse," I muttered as I handed over the restored wax figure to Stan.

Stan's eyes glistened with genuine grief as he accepted Wax Stan's form. "Wax Stan... I'll remember you. Thank you, Ray. Thank you..."

With a nod, I accepted his thanks. My work here was done, and I had no intention of getting tangled up in any more bizarre mysteries today. It was time to head home.

But then Stan spoke up, his voice heavy with an old man's weariness. "Ray, can you help me with one more thing? For this old man's sake?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Well... sure, why not? Just one more thing, though."


"Kids, Ray, Soos, and our dear lifeless wax figures, thank you all for coming."

I silently cursed myself for not pulling away and skipping this peculiar wax funeral. Where had Wendy disappeared to anyway? It was strange how she could vanish without a trace. I think she was here about...few hours ago.

Now, I was stuck here amidst this odd wax memorial for Wax Stan, a promise I had made to Stan the night before. As I glanced around, I noticed Soos using my handkerchief to wipe his nose. I decided to let him keep it; he probably needed it more than I did.

"Some people say it's wrong for a man to love a wax replica of himself."

"Well, it does sound extremely narcissistic, and..."

"THEY'RE WRONG!" Soos interjected, tears streaming down his cheeks. Once again, my words were lost in the emotional tide. I turned to Dipper and Mabel, who looked disheartened. It seemed their attempts at solving the 'murder' of Wax Stan hadn't gone well.

I gently nudged the kids, their eyes meeting mine, filled with sadness. I pointed discreetly at Wax Stan, lying peacefully in his makeshift coffin.

"What is it, Ray... Wait, the head...?" Dipper began, his voice tinged with hope.

"Wax Stan's head! You found it!" Mabel whispered.

"Yeah, now psst, kids. Your Grunkle is really grieving," I added, nodding towards Stan and Soos, who didn't seem to mind our hushed conversation.

"Easy, Soos. Wax Stan, I hope you're picking pockets in wax heaven. I'm sorry, I got glitter in my eye!" Stan exclaimed, his voice breaking.

"Ohhhh dude...!" Soos sobbed as he followed Stan, both men seeking solace in their tears.

Now, it was just the kids, the wax figures, and me in the room. With no one taking the whole 'death' scenario seriously, I felt more at ease to share what I'd discovered.

I moved to the front of the coffin, my gaze fixed on Wax Stan. The sight always made me feel uneasy.

"Dipper, Mabel. How did the investigation go, kids?" I inquired, my tone laced with sarcasm. Dipper and Mabel seemed to catch on, their expressions revealing their embarrassment. Perhaps I had gone a bit too far?

"How did you find the head, Ray? We tried everything! We even searched for left-handed visitors because the axe we found was meant for left-handed people. Even Toby Determined! But it led us to a dead end!" Dipper said with frustration.

"He was a total weirdo, though," Mabel chimed in. I regarded them both, my expression unchanged. Had I expected too much from Dipper?

Dipper's confusion deepened as I walked over to the wax figures sitting in their chairs.

"Look, kids. Recall the first clue you found."

"Um, the footprints!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Yes, Mabel, the footprints. They had holes in them, but no other defining characteristics you'd find in human shoeprints. No brand logos, no distinct sole patterns..."

As I spoke, realization dawned on Dipper, his eyes widening.

"Oh my god," he muttered.

"Why, Dipper? What's Ray talking about?" Mabel asked, still puzzled.

"Besides that, the axe you found, did it have any fingerprints?" I inquired.

Dipper slowly shook his head, a look of realization crossing his face.

"That axe, it was the exact same one that one of the wax figures was holding. You know, the weird, creepy middle-aged woman? It had a real axe, so I kept an eye on it. And you see?" I said, pointing to one of the wax figures. There it stood, the woman wax figure awkwardly posed as if holding something, yet with nothing in its hands.

"Well, kids, case closed," I concluded.

"Wow! So it was them? The wax figures were the murderers of Wax Stan?" Mabel exclaimed.

"Yes. That's why I fortified them with metal bars. Even if they come to life, they won't be able to move."

"...What a shame," a voice suddenly chimed in.

We all turned, the source of the voice becoming clear. It was the wax figure of Sherlock Holmes, and he didn't look happy.

"Magic!" the twins shouted out in astonishment.

"Well, Sherlock, how does it feel to be completely outsmarted by a 15-year-old student? A big fan, by the way," I taunted, unable to resist.

"Amusing that you're calling me Sherlock Holmes. But... sure. What's your name, may I ask?" Wax Sherlock replied.

"Call me... Professor Moriarty," I teased.

"You shall not mock me. I know your first name is Ray!"

"Yes, Ray is short for 'moRiArtY.' Ha! Just kidding," I laughed. "Ray Chiu. That's my name."

"What are you guys anyway? Are you guys magic?" Mabel asked. The wax figures just looked at each other, and started to laugh sarcastically.

"Ha! Hahaha...hear that everyone? She wants to know if we're Magic! Ha...We're Cursed!" Wax Sherlock said. Even though he couldn't move his body, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. I just guarded Mabel and Dipper from his menacing gaze. Kids shouldn't see that stuff.

"Cursed?"

"Yes, cursed. Cursed to come to life whenever the wax moon..."

Just as Wax Sherlock was about to reveal more, I decided to take matters into my

own hands. I'm not a 'Republic' hero that just listens to the villain talking all about their back stories and plans.

I swiftly punched Wax Sherlock's face, but the wax was surprisingly resilient. Without hesitation, I followed it up with a solid kick, causing his head to shatter into pieces of wax.

"What the...!"

"We have to run! The Armageddon of Wax has begun!" shouted Wax Shakespeare. The wax figures all screamed in terror, as I shook off the wax residue on my fists.

"Kids? Let's destroy these things. Don't you think it would be fun to burn them all?! Let's kill the murderers!"

"Yeah!"

The kids joined me, and together, we began dismantling every wax figure into pieces. Mabel was exceptionally enthusiastic, probably fueled by the wax figures destroying her masterpiece.

"No! Spare... Spare me! AHHH!"

"Nooooo!"

Every wax figure met its end sooner or later. Most of them had their heads broken, while some were slowly melting under Dipper's watchful eye as he held a candle.

"...So, you are the last."

I said, severing the head of Wax Edgar Allan Poe. He was the only one that wasn't screaming in fear. I held its head up and stared at it in the eye.

"Can..I. Have just one, last word?" said Edgar Allan Poe. I nodded my head, and the head smiled.

"...Look behind you."

-Tick!

"...What did you say...?..Ah!"

Before I could grasp the meaning of the question, Wax Edgar Allan Poe bit my finger, causing me to drop it. Meeting the floor, Wax Edgar Allan Poe broke into pieces.

...Suicide? But why? And...Why am I feeling this bad sensation again? My instincts are being affected right now..

-Tick! Tick! Tick!

"...He said look behind... but why?"

I looked behind me. There was the coffin for Wax Stan, but nothing else peculiar. So, What is Edgar Allan Poe even saying?

...Wait. Once again, let's analyze the things in the back. A coffin, some candles, coffee pot...Wait.

"Where's...Wax Stan?"

"Right behind you, kid."

instinctively ducked, narrowly avoiding the axe that the wax Stan swung toward me. The kids were frozen in shock, unable to react. With a swift kick, I pushed Wax Stan back, buying us a moment.

"KIDS! Get your minds straight! That's a rogue wax figure!"

"But...But..I made you!" Mabel wailed, her voice trembling.

Wax Stan remained silent, his axe poised menacingly. What could I do? I knew how to fight, but this was different.

"Take this!" Dipper yelled.

In an unexpected move, Dipper hurled a jug of hot coffee at Wax Stan, causing the wax to melt and distort.

"AAaghhhaaa!"

This was the moment. When the wax was weak. I grabbed a chair and began to strike Wax Stan. It was a fierce battle, almost costing me my life, but the danger fueled my determination.

"What, The, Hell! Trying to kill me? It'll take way more than that!" I shouted, pounding the wax figure relentlessly.

Suddenly, the melted parts of Wax Stan began to boil furiously, with hot wax bubbles splashing towards me. I stumbled back, bewildered by the bizarre turn of events.

The wax wasn't just melting; it was moving, like a dark, slimy creature.

"What the...!"

"Kids, run!" I yelled.

Grabbing the children, I rushed out of the room. Echoes of grotesque laughter filled the air as we fled.

"What's going on right now, Ray?! What's happening?"

"I have no idea, but...I think their 'curse' doesn't matter whether they are in their full form or not. The curse itself is on the wax, not the figures."

Glancing back as we ran, I saw the black, gooey wax creature that had once been Wax Stan consuming the other wax figures, growing in size with each one it devoured.

"Nonono..."

This was beyond anything I could handle alone.

After consuming all the remaining wax figures, the monstrous wax entity moved away, vanishing from sight.

"Ahhh! What the heck is this, Soos!?"

"Slimy hot thing! Ahhh!"

...Stan and Soos. Their screams came from the other side of the shack. Probably...dead. Their horrifying cries continued for a few minutes before silence fell.

Dipper and Mabel, their faces drained of color, stared vacantly into the distance.

"...Kids, wake up!"

"Ray, this is a dream, right? Ha! It sure is! I...I want to wake up. Right now," Dipper said, forcing a smile. I clenched my teeth and turned to Mabel, who was quietly sobbing.

...Now, I needed to take action, even if the children were traumatized.

"Look, kids. Listen..."

"It's all just a bad dream, Mabel! A nightmare!"

"I said listen!"

I slapped Dipper across the face and grasped the chins of both children, forcing them to meet my gaze.

"Kids. I have a way to stop all this. To undo everything."

"How...?"

"It's complicated. I can't explain it easily, but...before I tell you more, let's find a place to hide. Okay?"

The kids nodded, their trust in me wavering but overshadowed by fear. I knew we needed a safe place.

But where? It had to be a spot where we could escape but not easily be found.

"...to the Roof. Kids, to the roof!"

I hurriedly led the kids to the ladder that Wendy often climbed to spend time on the shack's roof. Their mental states were fragile, but they followed without question.

On the roof, I directed them to Wendy's hiding spot, which had a large icebox, a chair, and not much else.

"Now, kids. Let me explain. You know the weird things happening around this place, right? The journal, the monsters, and all that."

"Yes..."

"...Technically, I am something like that. Have you ever played a game?"

Dipper and Mabel both nodded.

"When I die, I go back in time. I don't know when, I don't know how, but I will."

Dipper spoke up skeptically, "How can we trust you?"

I glanced back into the mystery shack, where the wax shoggoth lurked.

"That there's a freaking wax shoggoth lurking around in the shack?"

The kids exchanged glances, their apprehension slowly giving way to trust. Dipper finally broke the silence, "Okay, Ray. We'll trust you. Tell us your plan."

I nodded, appreciating their courage. "Thank you, kids. Here's the deal: since I can go back in time when I die, I should be able to learn more about this wax creature and prevent it before it happens. But first, we need to analyze what this thing is weak against."

Dipper instantly pulled out the journal, his fingers flipping through its pages with urgency. After a few moments, he looked up, disappointment in his eyes. "I can't find anything related to wax in the journal."

Mabel, always the creative thinker, chimed in, "Well, based on my experience working with wax, I know it's weak to extreme temperatures. And since that wax figure is moving fluidly, maybe we should freeze it."

Before she could finish her sentence, the ladder to the roof creaked, and to everyone's surprise, Stan's gruff voice called out, "Hey, kids! You can come down now."

We exchanged bewildered glances as Stan climbed up to join us on the roof. His presence both relieved and puzzled us. How had he gotten rid of the monster?

"Stan, how did you—"

"I took care of it with my gun," he interrupted, a strangely confident grin on his face.

Relief washed over the children, but I couldn't help but notice that Stan's body seemed to be glistening. "What's with your... body, Stan?"

He glanced down at himself, seemingly unperturbed. "Oh, just body oil. No big deal."

As we spoke, the first rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon. I felt a growing unease as I watched Stan's skin shimmer in the early morning light. His confident grin faltered, and he stammered, "Uh, kids, maybe you should step back."

Before we could react, the sun's warmth intensified, causing Stan to shriek in pain. His skin melted like a candle, revealing the grotesque truth: he was Wax Stan.

But even as he dissolved into a molten pool, he retained his fluid shape, forming into a new, horrifying visage. Wax Stan laughed cruelly, taunting me, "You see, Ray? There's nothing you can do to stop us."

He continued to reshape himself, explaining, "We are one. All the wax itself has a consciousness whenever the waxing moon is in the sky. And guess what? The moon is still up there for another two hours. We will get rid of all of you."

Mabel, her voice trembling with both fear and anger, demanded, "Then why did you destroy my work? My wax Stan?"

Wax Stan's laughter echoed eerily, "Oh, sweet child, that was all part of our plan. We aimed for the whole wax figures to be melted down together so we could be one again. And to make that happen, we set a crime scene, making us look suspicious."

I was horrified by the revelation. We were ensnared in a trap of wax's own making, and time was running out.

"Now, what are you going to do, Huh? Professor Moriarty?"

The wax Stan now completly lost its shape. it was turning into something more horrible. It was...shape shifting, over and over again. the body grew tentacles, legs of reptiles...The slime dripped every time it brought more of its body towards us.

When it finally moved its whole body up the roof, it was...big. enormous, to be exact. a size of a grown elephant.

"..No last words, huh?"

A large tentacle made out of steaming hot wax suddenly shot out from the wax thing, and grabbed mabel.

"AHHHH! AAahh!"

"Mabel! Leave my sister alone!"

"Kid. I'll take you later."

"AHHH No!"

Dipper, half out of his mind, ran straight foward to the wax thing, and he also got trapped inside the wax. his body, covered with wax, trembled for a while but stopped moving after a few seconds.

Mabel? her skin was melting down, and she was already suffocated to death in an instant.

...No need to say, this was...my worst enemy I had yet met.

The fluid body of the wax thing jiggled.

"...So, you're the last. Ha! sound familliar?"

"Why...why are you trying to kill us, anyways? What's your...purpose?"

"Purpose? The purpose...Is...THEPURPOSEIS#(($)%!^#(($)^& ($)! (#$)!$^(!)!)81)$#!$)!"

The thing...screeched. I..don't know why, but it seemed to stopping itself from saying some kind of...stuff..

"AAAAHTHHEEETRIANGLE!MOOON! TEKELI-LI"

My eardrums were bleading because of the noise. The slime wax creature started to create all kinds of stuff from its wax body which immideatly started to melt by meeting the sun. From the Grotesque slime came out a human leg with a frog's feet with a bird's wingfromATentAClemadeofFleshofDIpperAndMabelAndAmonkeyARmWithAGoatHooveFromaTwistedToesofAChICKEnwITHviNEsOfVeinsANThetRuNKoFAnElePHantWIthFishFInsWIthEYesEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYESEYSEEYESEYESEYES――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

-Bang!

Gunshot. The sound of a gun. I...Looked down, with my bleeding eyes.

"What in tarnation is that?!"

"Shooot! just Shoot, Durlandd!"

The cops. they were here, shooting at the monstter that seemed to lost control. I staggered, but maintained to see everything. I should see, if a gun can damage..that thing..

"KAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And it..was ineffective. the bullets made a hole, only to make it recover since it was just made of colloid. The Cops looked at the monster with fear in their eyes, but they didn't retreat.

The monster seemed to feel a bit of pain..I had to do something. Those eyes...those waxy, lifeless eyes were attacking me mentally, but...there's no time to just stand still..

Desperation fueled my actions. I snatched up the icebox and hurled it at the wax beast. It screeched and recoiled, momentarily stunned. It seemed the abrupt temperature change had affected it, causing the wax to freeze for a brief moment.

"This could work," I muttered.

The police officers seized the opportunity, brandishing their shotguns and aiming at the frozen part of the creature.

"This one must... Fire!"

The deafening blast of the shotguns echoed through the air. The frozen section of the wax monster shattered and fell away.

"AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The creature's anguished cry sounded like a mishmash of Soos, Dipper, Mabel, and Stan. The officers kept firing, but their ammunition ran out.

"...See you again, mother F..."

In the blink of an eye, two separate tentacles, each scalding hot, lashed out. They struck with deadly precision, targeting the officers and me.

"AHHHHH!"

The searing pain was unbearable. My skin felt like it was melting, and I struggled to breathe. Panic surged through me as I realized I didn't want to die.

"I... I don't want to die..."

-Tick!

[Critical user function failure detected. Life signal... Negative. Commencing respawn sequence at the last checkpoint...]

...

[Calculating amount of caused time paradox... 0. Expurgation complete. Restoring Data...]

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"...So, you're the last."

[Restoration Complete.]

"...AAAhhhh!NO..!"

And I'm...back. Once again.