AN: SUPS?!

Last time I gave you the huge bombshell of Wendy's pregnancy. Today we deal with angst and drama that comes with it!

I also got an announcement! As you know, once the drama and angst settles, the cute couple will have a baby-shower! But that's not it, YOU can come too!

Just give the name, description, and overall personality of your self-insert OC and it'll be in the story! You can tell me through review or PM it's fine. I already got RcppcsPOTTER's self-insert OC.

This idea was inspired by EpicFangirling, so take a virtual cupcake!

Also, I forgot how the Trickster was introduced so the dialogue might be much different from canon, not that, that matters much.

Anyway, on with the story, a lot will be happening this time around…

Enjoy!

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Red Moon

Matthew looked at the clock, subconsciously bouncing his leg. He turned to his siblings, Mabel was kicking her legs and Dipper seemed to be looking anywhere but him.

"I can take you guys early if you want. There shouldn't be trick-or-treaters 'till a half-hour, though, so if you don't mind…"

"I wanna see if Wendy's okay," Mabel said. Dipper nodded silently in agreement.

On the other end of the room was Stan and Soos, next to them was Manly Dan and Wendy's three siblings. Will, the youngest, was crying.

Just then Wendy walked in, her brow furrowed and a frown on her face.

"Wendy!" Everyone said in unison.

"You okay, girlie?" Manly Dan asked getting up to inspect his daughter.

"I'm fine…" Wendy muttered.

"What'd the doctor say?" Matthew asked.

"It was nothing," Wendy said with a sigh. "I think—c-can we go home?"

Manly Dan nodded and he called the boys with him, Matthew placing a gentle kiss on her head. "You're sure you're okay?"

Wendy nodded again. "I'll…just wait for Halloween."

As the Corduroys left, Matthew sighed lightly.

"Well, at least she's alright," Mabel said. "I was sort of worried."

"So, you all ready to go trick-or-treating?" Soos said excitedly.

"Yeah, Mabel's friends should be there soon," Stan said checking his watch.

"You two look nice in your costumes," Matthew said. Mabel grinned and Dipper looked away with a frown.

"Dipper, is something…?"

"You know what's wrong!" Dipper snapped. "So, stop pretending to be all innocent about it!"

Matthew opened and closed his mouth while Mabel, Stan, and Soos looked at the two curiously.

"I didn't want you to find out that way, Dipper. I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you," Matthew said.

"Well, you did," Dipper grumbled and attempted to walk out of the hospital, presumably into Stan's car, when Matthew grabbed his wrist.

"Dipper, just listen—."

"I don't want to hear anything you want to say!" Dipper snapped pulling away sharply and once again walking off.

"Were you two speaking in tongues?" Soos asked.

"Something like that," Matthew sighed. "Having siblings is hard; almost everything you do has the possibility of hurting them."

"I can relate to that," Stan said as they walked out of the hospital as well. "I just wanted to go sailing with Ford…I just didn't want to be alone, I—I never wanted to ruin his own dreams…" Stan frowned sadly and Matthew put a hand on his shoulder, Mabel holding his hand.

"Is everybody speaking in tongues?" Soos demanded.

"Soos, this is just a sad backstory you've never heard of in this timeline," Matthew said calmly.

Soos nodded. "Sounds legit."

"But I think you can learn from my mistakes," Stan put a hand on Matthew's shoulder as well while Mabel and Soos entered the car.

"I hope so," came the mumbled reply.

"You're a good kid, Matthew," Stan chuckled. "Can't believe we almost didn't have you."

"What do you mean?" Matthew asked with a frown.

"Oh. Well, your Mom would kill me for saying this, but your parents wanted to abort you," Stan said.

"What?!" Matthew demanded, his eye wide.

"Well, they never wanted kids at first. But for the strangest reason, that one time, the protection they used didn't work," Stan said. "Not only that, but by the second month your mother was already beginning to show. So not only were they having a kid, they were having the most abnormal kid in the history of abnormal kids!"

"Makes sense," Matthew muttered. "Supernatural children mature faster than human kids even in the womb."

"Well, with your fire and stuff, I guess that's what you are, eh?" Stan chuckled.

"What stopped them?" Matthew asked quietly.

"Well, not to brag, but it was me," Stan said with a grin.

"You?" Matthew repeated.

"Yeah, me!" Stan said. "I convinced them that the kid was special, that if they made a mistake they shouldn't blame it on the baby. I told them to watch and see and, three months later—boggling both the doctors and your parents—you came out."

Stan turned to his nephew and smiled. "Your parents said it was one of the happiest days of their life."

Matthew returned the smile, seeing Stan in an entirely different perception now.

"Hey!" Mabel called. "We're going to miss the trick-or-treating!"

"Wouldn't want that," Matthew smiled.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

Wendy chewed on her hair, sitting on her bed in her nightgown, subconsciously rubbing her stomach.

She had a baby in her womb, Matthew's baby.

What was she going to do? She couldn't have a kid! Not now! She was too young! And how would Matthew react? He'd run away and dump her on the spot; go after Little Miss Twit Evergreen! Or even that random Quin girl! What about her dad? What would he do?

Wendy groaned and lay on her bed, closing her eyes. She just got him, she didn't want to lose him. But there was no way she could keep this a secret. As the father, the most logical thing to do would tell him first. She'd figure out what to do from there.

Her hand went back to her stomach and she gave a shuddering sigh.

The Pines made the summer interesting, that was for sure.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

"Are you excited, Dip-Dop!? We'll once more be the Kings of Halloween!" Mabel cheered.

Dipper forced a grin, though it quickly faded.

"Dipper," Mabel frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I er…I'm going to put my costume on, Mabel," Dipper mumbled walking upstairs.

"Um, Dipper, you do know you have your costume on, right?" Mabel called.

Dipper said nothing, just walked into his room, sitting on his bed and sighing. The memory of Matthew kissing Wendy passionately still burned into his mind. He just wished he could forget it all, and enjoy Summerween with his sister, but he just couldn't.

"Where'd you get that from?" came Matthew's voice.

Dipper jumped in surprise before scowling and looking down. "The Summerween superstore."

"No, I mean your wound."

Dipper blinked twice and looked down at his wrist, slightly bruised. "You probably grabbed me too hard," he said dismissively.

Matthew sat beside him, the bed sagging under the extra weight as he gently tied a bandaged on the wound.

"Ow, OW!" Dipper exclaimed as Matthew tightened the bandage. "Haven't you hurt me enough?"

Matthew felt pang of hurt but ignored it as he pulled away. "I'm very sorry, Dipper."

"What were you going to do if I didn't find out?" Dipper demanded. "Keep it a secret?"

"I was going to tell…eventually."

"Sure, you were."

"Do you really think I'd purposely hurt you, Dipper?"

Dipper was silent. "Well…no," he said quietly.

"Then do you believe me when I say I'm sorry?" Matthew asked.

"I—."

Matthew wrapped an arm around Dipper's waist, leaning him against his body. "I know how you feel, Dipping Sauce. You're upset because…you knew you and Wendy wouldn't work out but you tried to win her heart anyway and, seeing her kiss someone else made you heartbroken…am I right?"

Dipper was silent again, but he nodded.

"Really? I was just pulling sympathetic word from my ass," Matthew muttered.

Dipper laughed lightly at that and squeezed his brother back.

"I really do love you, Dipper," Matthew said.

Dipper smiled. "I love you too."

"So, let's put this little argument behind us and enjoy Summerween with Mabel, shall we?" Matthew ruffled Dipper's hair and they got up.

"Do you have a costume?" Dipper asked.

"Yup," Matthew said with a grin as Dipper walked downstairs to find Mabel tossing candy out the window.

"What're you doing?" Dipper asked her.

"Throwing away the cheep-o loser candy!" Mabel replied.

"Quiet your discontent, Mabel!" Soos said dramatically. "Lest the Summerween Trickster hears!"

"Summerween Trickster?" Dipper said at the same time as Ford who, like Stan was in a vampire costume.

"I've never heard of it before…" Ford mumbled. "Could you describe it?"

"I can't, never seen him before. It's just a legend," Soos shrugged.

"Your cape is in your fly Soos," Matthew said as he walked down the stairs in a Whinny the Pooh costume.

"Touché," Soos said as Mabel and Dipper exploded in laughter at the sight of their brother.

"That costume will never stop being hilarious!" Mabel laughed.

"Whoa, your mom wasn't joking," Stan said.

"It isn't the authentic Whinny the Pooh costume, but it'll work," Matthew said.

"You're going to wear that?" Ford asked incredulously.

"Um, yes? It's tradition," Matthew grumbled shoving past the old man who huffed in response.

"Aren't you too old to be doing this? Both in this life and your other one?" Ford continued.

"What? Too old for free candy?!" Matthew turned to his two siblings, whispering, "One…two…three…"

"NEVER!" They said in unison, pumping fists.

Stan grinned and Ford just quirked an eyebrow.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ooh! It's them!" Mabel said, opening the door.

"Hey, gals!" Mabel said.

"Hey Mabel!" Candy and Grenda said enthusiastically.

"Um…hey," Pacifica said with a smile.

"Come on in!" Mabel gestured for them enter. "Grunkle Stan, these are my best friends!"

"Hello, Mr. Pines and—whoa! There's two of you?" Grenda, who was in a witch costume said as she looked between Stan and Ford who had just entered the room.

"He's my twin," Stan jabbed a thumb at Ford.

"Hello, children," Ford said politely.

"Hello!" Candy, who was in a peppermint costume said. "I am so sweet I can eat myself!"

"Hi, Pacifica Northwest," Pacifica, who was dressed as princess Zelda and was sporting a high-pony-tail, held out her hand which Ford shook. "Wait, you have…six fingers?"

"Birth defect," Ford replied pulling away.

"Whoa! Cool!" Grenda said.

"What costume are your brothers wearing?" Candy asked Mabel.

"You get to see now!" Mabel said, gesturing towards the living room, Dipper emerging.

"Ta-da!" Mabel said putting an arm around Dipper. "Peanut butter and jelly!"

"Aww!" Candy and Grenda said.

"Me and Ford had a costume like that when we were twelve, didn't we, Ford?" Stan said.

"I'm pretty sure it was marmalade and jelly," Ford corrected.

"What the hell is marmalade?" Stan demanded.

"Stanley, there are children here," Ford said.

"Hell isn't a swear word."

"'Hell's just a place were bad people go to die!" Grenda said casually.

"What's up with your voice kid?" Stan asked. "You got a cold or something?"

Grenda frowned. "What do you mean? Why would you say that?"

Ford shot Stan a glare, the latter quickly turning on his heel with the sweep of his cape, Ford following with a shake of his head while Matthew emerged from the living room.

"Aw! Matthew, you are so cute!" Candy squealed.

"As in cuddly cute or hot cute?" Matthew asked with a sly smile.

"Definitely not hot," Pacifica said, causing the girls to giggle.

"What about Dipper?" Matthew asked.

Pacifica tapped her chin as if in deep thought before saying, "Both."

Dipper blinked twice in surprise, blushing when everyone sans Pacifica went "Oooh!"

"What's this? Young love?" Matthew asked, bobbing his eyebrows up and down.

"No!" Dipper and Pacifica said at the same time. "You asked me for an opinion, and I gave it," Pacifica said with a flash of her hair.

"I don't care what you two say, I SHIP IT!" Mabel said. "Who's with me!?"

"Ship it! Ship it! Ship it!" Candy, Grenda, and Matthew chanted along with Mabel.

By then Dipper was bright red and Pacifica a light pink.

"D-don't you have to do that dance, Matthew?" Dipper asked quickly.

"Dance?" Pacifica repeated, equally glad to change the subject.

"Oh, that's right!" Mabel said. "The Whinny the Pooh Dance!"

"Well…you asked for it," Matthew said taking a deep breath.

"Oh…who has the golden fur, and likes to cuddle you?

It's Whinny the Pooh! That is who!

Who's his little sidekick who helps him all the time?

Well, it's Matthew Pines, and he's coming to you live!"

Matthew finished the dance with a peace sign, a grin, and a wink. The tween spectators laughing.

"Wow, that was amazing!" Grenda said, clapping while laughing.

"I'm going to make you internet famous!" Candy said posting the video she had recorded online.

"Yup, you do that!" Matthew grinned. "So, are we going trick-or—."

There was a bang on the door.

Dipper opened it and frowned.

"Trick-or-treat," came the dark and sinister voice.

"Dude, you are way to old for this," Dipper said. "And that's coming from the guy whose brother's moto is 'we're never too old for free candy'."

"Then I can come in," The person continued.

"Um, no offence man, but you're giving me some seriously bad vibes, so," Dipper slammed the door closed.

"Dipper! That was so rude!" Mabel said.

"He was creeping me out—!"

Another bang.

Matthew huffed and opened the door. "Didn't you hear my brother? Go bother somebody else—."

"You have insulted me!" The man said, pointing a guilty finger at Matthew. "You lack the Summerween spirit!"

"What? Dude, I just danced in a freaking Whinny the Pooh costume!"

"Ah…what?" The man said. "Oh, well, you've still insulted me!"

"How?" Matthew asked in a bored tone of voice. "Your theatrics is kind of over the top, I'm pretty sure Voldemort would tell you to tone it down a notch."

The man growled and shoved Matthew to the ground.

"Hey! What Dipper did was rude but shoving people is ruder!" Mabel snapped. "Say your sorry to Matt—!"

"Haven't you guessed?!" The man roared. "I am the Summerween Trickster! MUHAHAHA!"

"Way too much," Matthew continued. "You're passing Scar level now, man."

"You don't believe me?!" The man screeched.

A boy came to the house. "Hi!" He said. "I'm Gormey!"

The man picked Gormey up and opened his mouth wide, swallowing him whole.

"Remember me!" Gormey cried.

"AHH!" The tweens screamed as Matthew's jaw dropped.

"Gormey!" Grenda said.

"You see? I am The Summerween Trickster, you, fools! MUAHAHA—!"

"Enough with the generic villain laughter!" Matthew moaned.

"Oooh, I really hate you," The Trickster said, turning to Matthew.

"Likewise."

"Anyway," The Trickster said. "I will eat you too, unless you can get me five-hundred pieces of candy before the last jack 'o melon goes out…" The Trickster took out a jack 'o melon, lit a flame, and blew it out.

"Did you literally just pull that melon from out of your ass?" Matthew demanded.

"SHUT UP!" The Trickster roared. Wind, circulating through the shack. Matthew was mostly unfazed, though he still subconsciously stood in front of Mabel while Pacifica and Dipper unintendedly clutched each other.

Matthew made a mental note to tease him about it later.

"But—but that's impossible!" Dipper exclaimed.

"Tick-tock," The Trickster said, regaining his composure and crawling away into the night, once more laughing.

"I-I don't believe it…" Matthew whispered as the children walked outside.

"He used the generic laughter even after I told him not to!"

"That isn't the problem here, Mattie," Dipper said nervously. "It's getting five hundred pieces of candy!"

"Please, I can kick Trickster butt any old day," Matthew said with a wave of his hand.

"Are you dudes okay?" Soos said running out. "I heard screaming."

"Soos, it's the Summerween Trickster! He's real!" Mabel said.

"And once I get my hands on the thing, I'm suing him!" Pacifica added.

"I took a picture," Candy said, holding up her phone for Soos to see.

"Yes, that's the Trickster," Soos nodded.

"I thought you said you've never seen him before?" Dipper asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He looks like a monster, what else could he be?" Soos asked.

"A guy with horrible acting skills?" Matthew tried.

"I don't think humans can eat kids whole," Grenda pointed out.

"Hmm, fair point…" Matthew's voice trailed off as he looked up, the moon a blood red, he once more felt the piercing feeling go through his chest and he sucked in a sharp breath.

He blinked twice, the moon once again pale, and Mabel clapped her hands in attention.

"Alright, some may say it's bad to be threatened by a creepy creature thing-y!" Mabel said.

"I wet my self!" Grenda supplied.

Pacifica wrinkled her nose. "Did not need to know that."

"But he messed with the wrong gang!" Mabel continued. "With Grenda's strength, Candy's spirit, Dipper's brains, Matthew's courage, Pacifica's…uh…"

"Intuiting," Pacifica said with a smug smile.

"Um, yeah, whatever that is…and…Soos! We'll get all five-hundred pieces of candy! Even if it takes all night!"

There were cheers.

"Let's go, people!"

The gang walked in to town.

"Can't we just…I don't know, buy candy? Or better yet, can't Matthew make it?" Dipper asked.

"My candy tastes like crap as of now, and Trickster Man won't be very happy about that, one, and two, all the stores are closed," Matthew said.

"Besides, that takes the fun out of trick-or-treat-or-die!" Mabel said cheerfully.

They made it to Lazy Susan's house, just as she finished giving a bunch of kids candy.

"Hey there!" Susan said. "How's your uncle, kids?"

"He's doing alright," Matthew replied.

"So, is everyone in costume? Let's see, chimney sweep, squeegee, elephant man, wedding cake, ant farm, mole hill, and Paddington Bear! Perfect!" Susan said pouring a bunch of candy into each of the kids' buckets.

"Enjoy!" She said closing her door.

"Yes! We're off to a great start!" Mabel cheered. "Let's see, we have…"

"Fifty pieces of candy," Matthew said.

"Did you count all that?" Pacifica asked in awe.

"Yup," Matthew grinned as the wheeled their wheel barrow to the next house.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

"498, 499...we did it!" Mabel cheered.

"We still need one more," Matthew said. "But overall, yeah, we did it," Matthew grinned. "Couldn't've done this without you guys."

"We are awesome!" Dipper cheered.

"Last house, woo!" Mabel, Candy, and Grenda ran after her.

Pacifica stayed behind with the boys, fixing her hair using her phone camera as a mirror.

"I'm going to follow them," Matthew said casually.

"What and leave me alone without someone?" Dipper asked.

"You have Pacifica."

"B-b-b-but…"

"What, so I'm not a 'someone' to you? Rude." Pacifica sniffed and crossed her arms.

"That's not what I meant—!"

"'Bye!" Matthew grinned, walking backwards and giving Dipper a thumb up.

Dipper was tempted to use some colorful language on his brother.

Okay, think, Dipper. Girls like complements, right?

"Um, your hair looks nice…" Dipper said with a grin.

"It always is," Pacifica said calmly.

Try harder, man! You've never been nervous around Pacifica before, what's different now?!

"I-in a pony-tail, I mean, you should do it more often. N-n-not that the way you usually have it is bad! It's just…"

"Dipper," Pacifica looked at Dipper and stroked her pony-tail. "Do you…really like me with a pony-tail?"

"Um yes, it makes you look cute," Dipper said with an awkward laugh before cringing. "I-I mean not that it makes you cute—I mean not that you're not cute…I just didn't mean it in that way and…"

Pacifica quirked an eyebrow.

"Sorry…" Dipper whispered.

New topic, new topic!

"Um, pretty moon," Dipper said.

"Why's it red?" Pacifica asked.

Dipper squinted and gasped. "I don't…"

"Peek-a-boo!" Came a childish voice.

Pacifica and Dipper turned around, both let out a loud scream.

…C-I-P-H-E-R…

AN: Okay, so I lied. There was no baby angst, BUT mystery and suspense! Eh, eh, eh? No?

Okay…

Fantasy Fan OUT!