Pacifica scooted back, still lying on the ground, trying to process what just happened. "W- Dipper?! What are you doing here?!" She asked, completely surprised by his appearance. "Just... walking." He replied, completely lying to her.

~1 hour earlier~

Stan paced around the room, cooling down after him and Dipper's "talk" about respect. He stroked his chin, thinking about what Dipper's punishment should be while Dipper sat on the floor, holding his arm as the bruises began to swell. "Dipper. You disobeyed me and brought Mabel into your little situation. You need to be punished." Stan said. Dipper coked his eyebrow up, questioning his gruncle's logic. "I thought this was my punishment." Dipper said, slightly annoyed. Stan furrowed his brow at Dipper's tone, getting closer to his face. "I need something. You not only tried to sneak out, but you also jeopardized the act. I needed her soul Dipper! You know that!" Stan shouted angrily, balling up his fists with frustration. Dipper didn't seem fazed by this though, knowing Stan always found a way to get something extra. He was a con man after all. Even with all of his riches, he still enjoyed lying to people for his own benefit. "What do you need from me then?" He asked. Stan smiled, giving a slight chuckle. "Well, I suppose I could take your soul." He replied, making Dipper stiffen up. He started to get nervous, swallowing hard as his throat became dry. Stan grinned at this sight, baring his bright yellow teeth, and ruffled Dipper's hair harshly. "But we wouldn't want that though, now would we?" He asked, Dipper giving a shy shake of the head.

"The potion I need for my spell requires a strong soul. I want you to go out into the forest and find me a strong soul." Stan said, slight fear visible in his voice. As if he needed it more than anything. "Fine. I guess I could shoot down a fairy or net a mermaid." Dipper said simply, standing up and dusting himself off. Stan chuckled at his statement, earning a confused look from Dipper. "No. No. No. I need a strong soul." He began. He looked at the hidden pocket inside Dipper's cape, seeing the journal sticking out slightly. Stan had allowed Dipper to keep it. It was one of the only friendly gestures he had ever made to him. Stan took the journal from Dipper's pocket, flipping to a certain page. "Yes... Perfect..." Stan said, turning the journal to face Dipper, a giant beast visible on the paper. "I know the perfect soul for my spell. Bring me the soul of the Gremlobin. Now." He said, nothing but assertiveness in his voice. "What..." Dipper asked, completely shocked. Dipper backed up, his back hitting the door as his hand searched nervously for the door knob, still facing Stan. "Hey. It's either his soul or yours." Stan said coldly. Dipper began to breathe heavily, finally finding the door knob. He swung open the door, dashing up the stairs of the mansion to his room. Mabel was surprised to see Dipper look so nervous. "Dipper! Brother! What is wrong brother?" She asked in a sweet tone, worry sprinkled over her expression. Dipper sighed, not saying a word. He walked over to his bed, looking under it to see all of his weapons. A sword, a mace, a flame thrower, and just about every weapon he didn't have a permit to use.

He weighed his options, picking up the sword in one hand and the mace in the other. "Mabel... Sword... or.... Mace...?" He asked, thinking heavily. "Dipper! What are you doing? Mace! Obviously!"

Dipper chuckled, putting the sword down to hold up the mace in victory. "Of course! It's perfect!" He said, Mabel looking at him like he was crazy. "Dipper. What's going on?" She asked, watching Dipper put his right foot on the platform of the window, about to lunge himself out. "I'll be back in about an hour or so... Or not." He finally said, jumping through the window once more, this time to be stopped by no one. He looked up at his sister, shock plastered on her face. "I'll be fine!" He shouted up at her, knowing Stan wouldn't stop him from leaving this time. Mabel sighed, moving away from the window as her brother disappeared into the forest. "I hope so..."

~1 hour later~

Dipper sat in the forest, anger finally flowing through him. It was dark. He was tired. Not that he wasn't used to that yet though. If he was tired, he'd still stay awake for at least 3 more hours before he could rest. Nonetheless, he hated being in the woods, looking for some beast that could tear him apart in seconds. "Stan!!!!" Dipper finally shouted, banging his fist against a tree in frustration. He grunted, breathing heavily as he stomped around in the dirt. This was one of the first times in years he had thrown suck an anger filled tantrum. The last time he did something like this, he was 9. He took his mace, hitting it perfectly in the center of the tree, hearing it crack under the presser of the metal spikes. The tree didn't fall though. It was simply marked with indents of his spikes. Dipper calmed down at this site for some reason. "Stupid... tree..." Dipper said between pants. He slid down the tree, taking in a deep breath. As he began to stand up, he heard something. Like a thud. Or a crash. Or a trip. He poked his head up from over the tree, seeing a girl on the ground, groaning. He instantly knew who it was. He touched his amulet, teleporting over to her. He saw her face, full of fear, about to scream. Without thinking, he knelt down to her eye level, cupping his hand over her mouth, looking into her eyes. "Good evening, Miss Southeast."