His adventures were in the woods; they usually were anyways. That was the place where creatures of all kinds were everywhere, with their unnatural, supernatural traits. They didn't look normal at all was the point.

It wasn't the most reasonable time to be out. 10pm and dark outside probably wasn't the smartest decision, but nobody paid attention to him anyways. Stan and Mabel were off watching the 2-hour-long finale of DuckTective and that wasn't really his most favorite TV show in the first place, so he just shrugged and went outside after had left a note on the kitchen table.

Apparently they hadn't noticed the door slamming either.

He didn't care anyways, sometimes adventures alone were for the best. Mabel could mess something up...but then again she was a huge help sometimes...like the mission of the 8th and a half president and the gnomes. Stan would probably tell him not to get himself into trouble like this.

But he liked being alone.

Alone is one of the times where his thoughts and scientific studies and facts swarmed his mind and he could focus on it completely and not get sidetracked. It was just him and the woods.

The creature today was a bit unsure. He thought he heard something earlier that sounded a bit like the hide behind...or at least what it was supposed to sound like.

The last time it was a maraca owl, but he wasn't gonna let his hopes down...this was gonna be the day...probably.

So today's hunt was on the hide behind...again. He didn't bring a camera along to see if that effected anything, because last time he had a camera he couldn't see it. Maybe it didn't like being seen by the public?

He had his tongue out the side of his mouth and was focused on his surroundings as the wind picked up slightly, rustling his hair and the pages of the 3rd journal around. He slightly furrowed his eyebrows as he halted to a stop in a clearing surrounded by trees; a great place for the creature to hide out.

The boy backed up to behind a tree and crouched down behind it, staring at the bark that seemed to have some slight eyes carved into it...but maybe he was just being paranoid. He was told that he was a lot anyways, and he knew fairly well he was.

The preteen stayed crouching and laid his hands down on the soil that was covering the ground. He then heard something. Not just ANYTHING either...it was the maraca-like sound he heard earlier. His eyes widened as he moved slightly and placed a hand on the tree in front of him.

His hand tingled and he looked at it, frowning slightly. The hand kept tingling so he took it off the tree, wondering what the heck was happening with it.

As if on cue, the answer sprung out...literally.

There was a bright green vine-like thing starting to slowly grow out of his palm. At first it looked like a small plant, but then it kept getting bigger and bigger until it looked like a actual small beanstalk was growing out of his hand.

He winced and got wide-eyed before slightly tugging on the plant that was growing out of his hand. It wasn't the smartest decision...because when he tugged on it, not only did pain increase...but it grew slightly more. The kid yelped and hissed in pain as his hand shook violently, red dripping down his palm just as well.

The plant kept getting taller and taller, any part he touched or that the plant touched was contagious. He yelped as he saw it touch his shoulder..and guess what began to grow out of his shoulder then. The kid teared up and shook violently as the beanstalk-like plant started to create this huge circle around him...like a sphere.

It kept getting closer and closer until Dipper was smack in the middle of a hollow circle, the only thing he saw when he looked around was the green plant(now with some red on it) surrounding him inside. It touched him on his leg and a brand new plant began to sprout out. Searing pain flashed through his leg as he let out a scream and shook even more, shakingly looking up at where the night sky used to be.

Whispers filled the air and he realized he wasn't going to get out.

By the time anyone did find him he would be dead likely.

The 12-year-old slumped down and sat down with his knees up, and another plant grew straight on his stomach. He screamed and teared up again as he slammed his head down, giving up as he stared up at the top of the plant circle he was stuck in...and watching the plants add onto the sphere.

He let tears slide down as his cheeks as his teeth chattered and his body shook. He felt warm running down his side and hand and legs. He slowly closed his eyes and let the plants consume him, not having the strength to keep awake.

Then, a white flower bloomed on one of them as he slept for all eternity.

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October 5th: 890 words.