OK then, this chapter is pretty much everyone's last chance to turn back. Beyond this, all hope is lost for our heroes – probably. I haven't decided if I'll have some Deus Ex Machina ending yet or not. Who knows, but for now here we go. Tense those cute little ass cheeks, because it's part 5 of:
GidGrunkCifica
It was late by the time Stanley returned to the Mystery Shack with a months' worth of groceries that would last a week at best and Mabel – whose pig would eat the majority of the aforementioned groceries. He got out of the car slowly and the decades-old suspension creaked ominously like it always did. Shivering at the sound, he strolled to the trunk and opened it up. Stan groaned loudly at the sheer amount of bags, and told Mabel to go get Dipper to help her out with it before walking into the Shack.
Cupping his hands over his oversized ears as Mabel sprinted around calling his name, Stan found the note scrawled by Dipper before the kid left. Simply, it said
I've gone out for a while – be back soon!
Stan didn't know if it was the scrawled letters or the vague nature of the note, but he felt something wasn't right. Especially as the kid wasn't back yet. . .
He pushed the thought that something bad had happened to Dipper out of his head. Every time something near deadly had been about to hit the kid, there'd be some miracle and he'd deal with it. Besides, the kid had got himself into danger – he'd have to get himself out.
Still, a nagging suspicion ate at his thoughts as he sat down to watch some TV.
It had only taken an hour for Dipper to make his way across town and to the jail. He hadn't stopped along the way; he had only been given a few sideways looks for looking so worried and running. The jail itself was a very imposing building – four flat grey walls topped with barbed wire held the building inside. It seemed to be constantly dark on this side of town, and he waved to Sheriff Blubs as he reached the gate. The guy seemed to work every government related job in town with his partner. . .
Blubs let Dipper in, no question asked, and led him inside. He had been searched by the prison guards. He noticed that he hadn't seen any of these people around town, but shrugged it off. He didn't go to town much anyway, so it was no surprise he hadn't noticed them.
Then he had been led through the cells. There was only one room of them, with two layers of cells. In all there must have been just twenty concrete and steel cages to hold Gravity Falls' worst. Some beefy dudes who looked like they belonged on Harley Davidsons glared at him menacingly as he was guided to the furthest cell from the door.
He tried to look into the cell on the opposite side of the hall, but the guard was blocking his vision and turned him to the right. The person on the other side of the bars had been expected, but he still sent a quick shiver down Dipper's spine.
There, with his hands behind his back and giving Dipper an evil grin whilst having to look up at him, was Gideon Gleeful. Dipper's eyes glanced around Gideon's cell to see if there was anything to boy could use against him, but saw nothing. Still, though, Dipper was tense.
They stared at each other for a short time.
Gideon raised an arm, causing Dipper to flinch, and snapped his fingers. Immediately the guard left the two and thoughts began to race around in Dipper's mind.
What? But why would the guard obey an inmate? And how could they leave an outsider alone with one?!
Then, Gideon broke the silence, drawling Dipper's name.
"Well . . . Dipper Pines"
"Gideon"
"I kind of expected you to show up, no matter what she said"
With this, Gideon nodded and Dipper span around. In the opposite cell was Pacifica Northwest – tears had stained the mascara from her eyes down her cheeks, she was bruised and her clothes were ripped. Her usually perfect hair was now ruffled and messy, and she stared at the ground with her eyes wide open. She was shivering slightly.
"W-what have you done to her?" Dipper demanded, somewhat shaken
"Nothing too harsh. Yet"
Gideon chuckled, then gestured toward the cell he had Pacifica tied up in.
"How about you take a seat over there?" Asked the shorter boy, pointing at a chair opposite the girl "I can get you nice and tied up, and we'll wait for Stanford"
Dipper flinched slightly, before remembering that Gideon didn't know that the man he referred to had a brother. Then, he sighed.
"Again, I don't have a choice, do I?"
Before he grudgingly walked across the hall and into the room, before sitting down.
"Whatever" he said "Let's get this over with"
Gideon giggled menacingly, then assured himself Stanford would realise what was going on soon. He would wait a day before he gave him a call, though. Both to put Stan on edge and so that he could calm down a bit. With these nerves, he'd never be able to be as menacing and scary as he usually was, you know?
Revenge is a dish best served with some permanent mental scars on the side