"Dipper! GET DOWN HERE!!!" Grunkle Stan shouted to the boy, obviously cranky. Dipper sighed, rolling his eyes as he closed the book he had been reading. He walking down the staircase of his home, seeing his grunkle at the doorway with someone. Dipper observed the man. Asian, most likely. He was also very tall and thin. He was wearing glasses and had a stern look on his face. He definitely didn't look like someone you'd like to invite into your house. And yet, here we are. The man walked through the doorway, another person following behind him. This one was different. He wasn't tall or had a stern look on his face. In fact, it wasn't a 'he' at all! It was a girl, about 17 as well. She had long black hair, glasses, and a green school uniform. It wasn't that easy to see her face though, being that her focus was on her frog-cover phone. Once they were both inside the man turned to the girl. "Pumpkin, would you like to say hello?" The man asked, causing the girl to scoff and roll her eyes.

She looked up from her phone, seeing the old man that was Mr. Pines. She gave a half-hearted "Hi", before looking back at her phone. The man then cleared his throat, feeling quite embarrassed by her behavior. "My daughter's not very... Outgoing." He said, trying to cover up for his daughter's behavior. Mr. Pines nodded, as a sign of understanding. Once Dipper made it down all the stairs, getting to Stan's side, Mr. Pines seemed to jump with joy. "Oh! This is my nephew! Th-The one I was telling you about! D- Uh... Dipper! Haha! Yah! Love this kid. You'd like him!" He said nervously, as if he was trying to sell him. Dipper looked at his grunkle, than to the man. "Stan. What's going on?" Dipper asked in a bored tone. Stan laughed nervously, pulling at his collar. "Dipper! Silly! This is Mr. Chiu. He owns a gaming company in Japan. We're about to make a little 'deal' about combining businesses." He said through his teeth. His eyes were wide, his pupils small. He was obviously not happy with Dipper right now. "Why do I have to be here for this?" Dipper asked, crossing his arms.

Mr. Chiu cut in with a grin, moving aside to give a better view of his daughter. "Well, you're the deal my boy!" He said, beaming a smile. Dipper's eyes widened, but he tried his best to keep a calm face. "What?" Dipper turned his head to Stan, venom inking through his words. Dipper didn't understand much of what was happening, but it couldn't be good. "You see, my daughter's a great, loving, and cheery-"Mr. Chiu was cut off by his daughter. "Ugh. Dad. Could you shut up for 5 seconds? I hate being here. Whoever this 'Dipper' kid is can take a hike. I'm not into dating anyone that lives in this dump." She said, not bothering to even look at Dipper once. "Honey. Could you at least look at him?" He asked. She gave a loud sigh, only looking up at Dipper for a second before going back to her phone. Then she paused, her face had shock written all over it. She had to take a double take at him. She couldn't believe her eyes.

She dropped her phone, walking up to Dipper. She looked at him in the face only to continue by walking around him. She circled him, causing him to tense up and bunch up his shoulders. She definitely made him feel uncomfortable. What was she looking at? Correction. What was she looking for? Flaws. She scanned him up and down. In the end, she jumped onto his arm, clinging to him for dear life. "Daddy! This is the one!!! THIS IS THE ONE!!!" She screamed, causing Dipper to wince. 'What the Hell is going on right now?' Dipper thought to himself. "Perfect! So, is it a deal Mr. Pines?" Chiu asked, holding out his hand. Stan didn't wait for a second to respond. "Ha! You bet your Charley Horse it is!" He said, gripping the hand with joy. Dipper, on the other hand, was trying to pull away from the girl. She may have been pretty, but she was screaming in his ears like something had ripped her leg off and was crawling around the walls and ceiling with it.

A couple more minutes of screams and cuddles from Candy later, they had left. Dipper was a mess. His hair was ruffled up, a hole showing where she had grabbed his arm at, and nail marks imprinted on his skin. The second the door closed, Dipper went off. "What the crap Stan?!" He shrieked, not caring who heard it. "Ha. What seems to be the problem kiddo?" He asked, as if nothing had happened. Dipper's eye began to twitch, his hands balling up into a fist. "Oh, calm down birthmark. This deal's nothing to be worried about. After Candy sees what a loser you are she'll leave you. And I already got the money. So it's a win-win scenario." Stan said, turning to leave, only for Dipper to fire something back at him. "What kind of man are you?! Selling out your own nephew?! You low down dirt bag! You should be ashamed of yourself!" Dipper said, finally letting out all of his anger. Stanley stopped in his tracks, processing all of the words Dipper had just said. He turned around, no signs of emotion on his face. He got close to Dipper, a few inches away at best. His breath was cold on Dipper's face. It smelt like alcohol. That was enough for Dipper to promise himself he would always be sober. Dipper didn't show his feeling of disgust though. It seemed like they both had the same face on. But only one of theirs changed. Stan's.

Stan was quick, reaching his hand out to grab Dipper by the neck. Dipper gasped, not being quick enough to dodge it. Stan smirked, lifting him off of the ground, only to have him smash Dipper's back against the wall, still in his grasp. Dipper grunted, not even trying to fight it. He had gotten used to this by now. It had happened very often with him. And, if Stan was really drunk, it happened to Mabel too. Stan continued with Dipper's 'punishment' by throwing him to the floor. Dipper fell like a wet noodle. His parts just seemed to flop everywhere. He always felt like he was worthless. And this was why. Because Stan had taken away any worth he had ever had and kept it for himself. Selfish jerk. "Get up. Get up boy." Stan said, some-what out of breath. Dipper paused for a moment, coming to himself. He turned on his side, getting on his hands and knees before boosting himself up. He panted, his heart still raising from the pain. Dipper thought that was it, only to have Stan slap him across the face. This caught Dipper by surprise, only because Stan had a diamond ring on. The ring snagged on Dipper's skin, causing it to be cut and bleed. That wasn't going away any time soon.

Dipper didn't bother looking up at Stan though, he was too ashamed. Too tired. Too.... Afraid. But Stan wanted to see the fear. Stan wanted to see him crumble. He grabbed the root of Dipper's hair, forcing him to look up into his cold beady eyes. "Listen to me, you ungrateful little twerp. May this be a lesson the next time you want to mouth off to me. O.k.?" Stan asked, giving Dipper the most heartless stare ever. Dipper looked at Stan, a tear fell from his face, making him feel weak and useless. "Don't you dare cry you brat. You brought this on yourself." Stan said. With that, he let go of Dipper's hair, shoving him to the ground. Dipper sat there for a moment, letting the tear dry up and leave his existence. 'That's the last time I ever cry in front of anyone.' Dipper promised himself. Dipper sighed. He needed to get out of his head. He needed to leave his life behind for a while. Not run away. Just clear his head. Everything was moving too fast. He needed peace. Quiet. And mysteries to solve. He needed a forest.

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