●Abandoned Shack●Piedmont●

"Benefitting from it? What do you mean?" Dipper scrunched his nose in confusion. "By banishing Bill they would be heroes by their own rights, but as far as we know they never made their 'accomplishment' public to the people of Gravity Falls. So they are most likely after something other than glory." Dipper hypothesized, his mind kicking back into action with the new information.

"Whoa...whoa kid, rest that smarty brain of yours for a minute." Stanley grinned at the sight of his nephew's familiar enthusiasm, before slumping back into his slouched position. "Even if it is true that both Ford and Mabel have some elaborate scheme for whatever reason, we'd probably have to wait for them to get to the stupid villain monologue since we can't exactly investigate their whole plot if Ford is back in Gravity Falls." Stanley bit back a sigh, he wasn't sure if it was of fondness or exasperation, when he caught the calculating glint of Dipper eyes. He hung his head in defeat, it was his own fault after all. Even hinting at this particular matter, Stan had already the lost the boy to his own curious mind.

"Kid, since I am the hip and fun Grunkle I'll let you dive headfirst into this. But not without warnings and precautions." Stanley said. "Be careful and cautious, for goodness sake. You have the tendency to be reckless when it comes to this type of things. Don't let those lunatics get you, because you know damn well that those two will do anything necessary to get you." Because even if he was the cooler Grunkle, Family first, then money second. The kid may not remember him, but he'd taught the Dipper some of his tricks, albeit unwillingly. The principal still counts.

"Back to the original discussion." Stan laughed lightly. "We're getting out of track here. So your memories are with your sister at the moment. It's going to be difficult to snatch that little thing from her." He said.

"Thanks for your concern Mr. Stanley. Why can't you tell me about my stolen memories?" Dipper asked, confused. "It may help jog my memories if you remind me of them and you. Since you were obviously an important part of my life if you care this much about me, enough to help me with my situation." He said hesitantly.

"There's a big difference between stolen and forgotten memories Dipper." Stanley said. "I don't wan't you to stress over your memories too much. I won't tell you about your memories, as youv'e noticed you get meltdowns like the one you had back in your school. A single reminder of you memories for some reason stresses you mind to the brink of insanity." He said.

"And because, Dipper, as cheesy and cliché as this sounds, we're family and family loves and helps family no matter what. Especially when the said family member is being endangered by other family members." Stan joked. "And kid stop calling me Mr. Stanley, it make me feel old. Just Stan, yeah?" Stan offered. "And as for your memories, since it was not erased entirely, just this summer. So you must remember the Society of the Blind Eye right?" At Dippers nod Stan continued. "Then you know that your memories were stolen not forgotten or sealed. Your memories were literally ripped from your mind, leaving no trace of them ever being there. So no matter what happens, no matter what I or anyone will tell you, you will never remember." Stan said. "That is unless you manage to get them back from your sister."

"What about old man McGucket? He was hit with the memory erasing gun but he somewhat remember bits of his stored memories." Dipper said.

"Yeah but McGucket had an accident with the portal he and Ford made. His mind was messed up and scrambled in his skull. We don't know what happened to him on the other side, but cuckoo crazy is what he is. It probably had side effects that made him somehow remember his bottled memories." Stan said, surprising even himself with how good he explained this.

Dipper hummed in confirmation, before something struck him.

"Shit!" He abruptly yelled. "Stanl-STAN! What time is it?" Dipper quickly stood up, before falling back down disoriented. Perhaps standing up was a bad idea, but Dipper didn't have time for that.

"Calm down." Stan placated. "I already used your phone to text your sister that you'd be staying with a friend for the night. A special friend." Stan wiggled his brows suggestively. But that didn't do anything to calm the Dipper.

"What?" Dipper mouth hung open at what the man hinted at. "There's no way my parents will believe that." Dipper said, his panic rising. "Even Mabel won't believe that, she practically stalks me in school. She knows that I don't have any special people in my life in Piedmont. Gravity Falls, she might believe but here she know that I don't interact with other people more than necessary." The teen rambled as he started to pat himself down for his phone. Not in his pockets or back-pockets, not tucked in his waistband either.

"Stan! Where's my phone?!" His hands began to tremble as fear began to settle in.

"Whoa, I have it Dip." Stan held the teen by his shoulders with a vice-like grip. His eyes widened, even with his failing eyesight he saw the raw fear in his great nephew's eyes. An irrational fear, a foreboding fear of what's ahead not of someone. The teen didn't show any signs of abuse, as far Stan could tell. It must have to be something mental, because he knew that the kids mind was a very paranoid place. When his paranoia is triggered it would be their first summer all over again. Dipper becomes very suspicious and jumpy, which is not very ideal for their situation.

"What the hell." Stan muttered. "Dipper, what's wrong?" He asked as he forcefully sat the younger down onto the ratty couch.

"What the hell are you so afraid of?!"He kneeled down in front of the kid, his hands still glued to Dippers shoulders. The answer he got was a full body shiver as the brunette shook his head.

He narrowed his eyes at the teen's violent reaction. What had those two idiots done to him?

"Fuck! Kid I can't help you if you don't tell me what the hell's wrong with you?!" Stan yelled in panic.

"It will get worse!" Dipper burst. "Everything will get fucking worse now!" Dipper said, a manic glint appearing in his eyes.

"After this freaking stunt Mabel will never give me an ounce of privacy ever again! My torment in school will get worse. Because I know she is the one behind all the bullying." Dipper laughed darkly.

"What?" Stan muttered quietly, but he brushed the question off and sprang from his seat and began pacing rapidly, making frantic gestures with each movement. The previous migraine came back full force, but instead of actually feeling the pain Dipper used it to fuel his anger. His exhaustion vanishing as he waited for his eventual meltdown.

"That's right. I know she's the one behind all this. I found in the first week of school. The slutty bitch was rutting against one of my tormentors against my locker. She gave the bastard a 'Good job' for bullying me, specifically. I heard her say how underserving I was for friends. How I shouldn't be mingling with the normal people." Dipper mockingly said, before slapping his forehead in frustration. "She didn't even notice me, you know why?" Stan stayed quiet.

"Because I had been stuck in the very locker they were basically having sex on. It was free period for the three of us you know, but I barely went to class cause' I was stuck in the damn locker. For an hour, I had to listen to her disgusting voice as and the guy rubbed against each other. You know what hurt most Stan?" he asked. "Her words." He barked, pain evident in his voice.

"I shouldn't care anymore. I should be used to this, Mabel has always been the attention whore ever since we were born. But this was actually the first time she voiced how she truly felt about me. She was so subtle back when we were kids, but after our first summer in Gravity Falls she slowly made it painfully clear how she felt about me. But you know what's weird?" He smiled blankly "After the guy left, her last words were how 'No one can have me', how she couldn't let others 'taint'." Dipper laughed humorlessly.

Stan flinched at the harshness of Dippers voice. He shuddered in both fear and revulsion at his words. He couldn't believe what his great niece had said. About her own brother no less. But after what they did to both Bill and Dipper, he also wasn't as surprised as he expected.

"Don't even get me started when were in the house." Dipper continued with another bark of harsh laughter.

It took Stan a couple seconds to realize what Dipper was talking about. "Your house? Home?" Stan asked hesitantly, he didn't want the teen to get worked up more than he already is. But alas, it was not meant to be.

"Home? When have I ever had a home? Home is for the privileged! The best! Things that I'm not. But what Mbael is, apparently." A broken smile stretched across Dippers face and that grinded Stan's already brittle heart.

"The bitch even acts all pure and innocent in front of our sperm donor and carrier, parents are too good of a name for them." He scoffed. "The self-centered Regina George wannabe acts like I don't exist and only acknowledges my presence me when she needs something. Oh Dipper, I can't understand this portion, can you teach me? Oh Dipstick, I have to hang-out with friends this weekend so can you do my chores? Oh Dip'n dot, can I borrow this for a minuet? Oh Dip, you're not good enough for friends! Don't come near Dipper, because he's a weird nerdy freak that doesn't deserve your attention!" Dipper sobbed, his shoulders hunching. But Stan made no indication of moving, he knew the kid needed to let it all out. To vent out everything he's bottled inside.

"And those rules..." Dipper continues, seething under his breath.

"Those useless fucking rules. For fucks, sake I am not a child. They only have them so they can control me." He half-sobbed and half-growled. He turned around, and gripped the older man's shoulders.

"You know why?" Stan stared straight into the younger's eyes and saw the whirlwind of overwhelming emotions of anger, resentment, sadness, and others.

"Neither do I." Dipper visibly slumped before letting Stan go and crumbling onto the floor in a messy heap of sobs and dry heaving.

"I-I don't know why they're doing this. E-everything was fine last year. Mabel was still my sister and Grunkle Ford was still the mentor he was ever since our first summer in Gravity Falls But this summer..." His voice broke as he trailed off, glancing at Stan for a moment. The brunette felt a little guilty for unloading this all to a man he just, technically, met. Since he apparently couldn't rely on his memories.

Dipper quietly added, the heat increasing in his voice. "That's just it, there was no summer. I have no damn memory of what happened before I woke up in the attic with Ford and Mabel hovering over me. They won't even let me see the townspeople alone." He grit his teeth.

"Everything's just happening too fast and I don't even understand why these things are happening. Why are they doing this?" He asked with glassy eyes. "My weird freaky powers, my so called sister, my creepy great uncle, the book, even Bill fucking Cipher is somehow involved." The distraught teen rubbed the heels of his palms against his closed eyes, finally letting himself feel the heavy weight of his situation, and his body sagged. But what he didn't see was how Stan tensed at the dream demons name.

"Now I'm just...confused..." Dipper trailed out.

"Confused and tired." He ended, his sobs intensifying.

Stan kneeled in front of the younger twin and embraced him. Perching his stubbly chin on top of the brunette's messy locks.

"Look kid, I'm not exactly the most empathic man in the family." Stan glanced at the hiccupping teen before continuing. "I won't pretend to know how you feel. But what I do know is that you're not going back there." He growled.

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This was most definitely not the best decision he's ever had Hell it was probably one of his worst. But when has he been known to make the best decisions. This could set off the crazy duo even more if they ever caught them. But this was also something he had to do for his nephew, when has Stanley Pines ever been known for being a model citizen. In the light of recent events, helping his nephew is one of his top decisions yet. Though he was still hesitant in reviving the resident dream demon, years of bad blood between them does not immediately disappear in one summer. But the smile he glimpsed in Dipper face while being in the demons presence eased something inside Stan, and that was enough, for now.

Stan carefully picked the young teen up, Dipper struggled half-heartedly the stress of his day settling into his bones. Although he didn't fully trust the man, he could at least not expect the older twin to stab him in the back. As weird as that may sound. Somewhere deep inside him urged Dipper to trust Stan fully, and that scared Dipper since he barely knew him. Then, another thing occurred to him in his whirling mind.

"Where's my bag?" After a brief pause. "...The book?"

Stan recalled the fallen bag beside an old book and cursed it was still in the clearing at Dippers school.

"Don't worry kid, I'll get it later."

Unwillingly Dippers mind slowly shut down, he fell into the arm of darkness the remaining question burning in his mind remained unsaid.

Stan set Dipper on a musty bed in another room. Positioning him into what looked like a comfortable position under the second-hand sheet he had painstakingly bought at a dollar store he passed a few days ago.

With that he left the room with a soft click, he exited the front door and looked up to check the weather. Grey clouds, not promising but good enough. Hopefully there wouldn't be another downpour as trekked to retrieve the kids' things.

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Shrewd and calculating rapidly jumped from student to student as she searched for a male who bore striking resemblance to her in, though not as eye-catching, an almost crazed fashion. She had already went to the most common places he goes to, the classrooms, library, and the janitor's closet. She just finished making her boys check the lockers and bathrooms, word reached her ear that her boys haven't terrorized the little nerd today since he went up and suddenly left when his classes were dismissed.

Mabel inwardly cursed when she realized he had lost track of Dipper while she was inn her classes. These boys were useless to her if they couldn't do one job. One freaking job, bully the little gay nerd. Nothing new. And they still manage to mess this up. Ugh, those jocks were so going down on her Favorites list. Except for maybe Xander, that jock was too yummy.

But back to the subject at hand, she clicked her teeth and glided, yes glided because Mabel Pines does not run she glides. She crept to a secluded area of the school, she looked around and when she was sure she was alone Mabel took out her phone and she narrowed her eyes as she and smirked.

A text from her precious brother. She clicked it and read.

[Hey Mabel, I went to a sleepover with a special friend I'll see you tomorrow]

Something was wrong, she grit her teeth and clenched her hand around her phone.Her faced twisted into a ugly expression of what could only be described as twisted jealousy. Before smoothing out unnaturally. She quickly dialed out a familiar number.

"Grunkle Ford I think we may have a problem."