Bill's face was red and he was sweating. "Please... let me down." He muttered.

Dipper leaned against the tree. "Friends 'hang' out though, and if I remember right, you said we're friends."

Bill tried again to reach the knot around his ankles.

Is this too harsh? Dipper thought in his mind, watching Bill struggle with an indifferent expression. A series of things Bill did flashed through Dipper's mind. Nah.

Dipper smirked as he watched Bill.

"Please, you're killing me." Bill was barely able to choke.

Dipper pretended to consider it for a while, teasingly. "Is that a bad thing?" He finally said.

Bill started to cry.

"It's funny all the things head rush does." Dipper said, waving his hand, dismissing the golden ropes.

Bill fell to the ground, right on his back.

"I kinda want to stop... but I need some kind of... motive." Dipper said.

"Okay... okay... I'll tell the... the plans..." Bill groaned, still having a massive head rush.

Bill was sitting curled up in a ball, holding his head.

"Just l-let me recover." Bill muttered.

Dipper put one of his hoof on Bill's back and pushed down.

Bill tried to crawl away.

Dipper stopped and looked at him indifferently. Now it's enough. He thought. Dipper turned Bill onto his back.

He started laying on Bill's stomach, making sure he could breath.

Bill just laid there, grasping for breath.

"You can tell me your plans now." Dipper said.

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"We can't be clueless! Look for clues." Mabel said, partially trying to cheer Stan up.

"What clues are there to find? We're trapped in this room in chains."

"There are plenty of clues, like where is everyone? or... why are we here?"

"That is a good question.. where is everyone else... Maybe they escaped!"

"Yeah they'll rescue us!"

"You guys won't need rescuing once we're done with you..." the woman in black entered.

Stan turned completely hostile.

"I wouldn't worry... it will all be over soon. All that pain will be gone with a single shot." She said, reaching in her pocket.

"Don't you hurt my Grunkle!" Mabel yelled.

The woman wasn't even looking at Stan when she blew him to pieces. Literally. A bunch of stone pieces.

"Noooo!" Mabel cried, pounding on the glass.

Sure, he wasn't the best family member, but she still loved him as her favorite uncle.

The woman couldn't help but smirk at the girl's reaction.

"Collect the pieces." She commanded.

Two people in bulky suits came and picked up all the pieces, loading them onto a wheelbarrow. Getting every last piece.

"Your pain will be over shortly as well... along with your brother... once we find him." Was the last thing she said before leaving the room.

How could someone be this cold hearted?