"So...where are we going today again?" Dipper asked as he sat in the backseat of the car, looking ahead at Stan and sometimes occasionally at his sister beside him.

"W-w...." Mabel stopped and gulped, swallowing, to get rid of the weird stuttering she never had. "We're going to get ice cream."

He got a small grin on his face. "Man, it'll be just like how it was in California, huh, Mabel?"

She nodded with a small smile on her face. "You bet...so...what flavor you gonna get?"

"Likely the usual: chocolate. Can't beat the classics."

"True....but what about banana splits?"

"Nah...though i'm assuming that's what you're going to get because you nearly get that every time and never even actually finish it." He rolled his eyes with a small smile.

"Whatttt?" She waved her hand dismissively. "I do too eat it all!"

"Suuuure." He laughed and waited for another laugh to follow him behind...but no other laugh was heard. Usually Mabel would laugh along...but she was staring out the window.

"....Mabel...c'mon...what's wrong?"

She was...shaking? She was shaking as she shook her head no, trying to insist that things were fine and nothing was wrong.

Dipper peered out the glass window find themselves passing by the ice cream shop's building. He frowned slightly as his eyebrows furrowed. He looked up ahead at Stan. "Hey, uh, Stan..? You sort've passed the building..."

"I know, kid." His gruff voice replied semi-soft.

Now he was really confused. "Wait...what? G-Grunkle Stan....where are we really going?"

There was silence.

"G-Grunkle S-Stan...." His voice was more stern.

Mabel was now shaking as she covered her mouth and stayed silent...with tears rolling down her cheeks for some reason.

"....We're going to get you help." His great uncle's voice said.

Oh....oh no....

Ohno...

Nonononono.

He shouldn't have told Mabel. He shouldn't have. He shouldn't have!!! He told her what was going on because she insisted, and he told her, only to get this?! He told her about how he was seeing Bill and how he saw things...and felt watched....and Stan must've noticed her acting scared or something and she probably told him and there was NO ONE who would EVER believe him, was there?!

He told her this because he trusted her.

He thought she could keep his secret like they agreed...but apparently not.

Now the next thing he knew, from trying to escape the locked doors of the car...he was now being carried on Stan's back, viciously pounding on the old man's back.

"N-NONO STAN LET ME GO!!! I'M FINE!!! STAN, LISTEN!!!"

But, no matter.

Nobody listened.

The preteen was placed into the floor, and right as he was going to get ready to escape by running, he got a tight grip on his arm by a doctor who was wearing a professional all-white attire.

He wouldn't cooperate, so they started to drag him back.

"YOU LIED TO ME, MABEL!!! MABEL, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!" He cried with tears streaming down his face. "I TRUSTED YOU!!!"

He cried more and more and became closer to the doors in the back, watching as the room became smaller and smaller, his sister sadly staring.

His eyes were filled with anger a minute ago...but now they were filled with pure fear.

"MABEL, MABEL, PLEASE HELP ME!!! MABEL I'M OKAY!! MABEL PLEASE!!!" He screamed and tried to escape, the grip getting only tighter as he watched her sadly stare.

Stan placed a hand on her shoulder and the two walked out of the building.

"MABEL, STAN, COME BACK!!!" He screamed before getting shoved into a room of pure white...except small red dots on the wall and sharp tools along the side of the room..

This wasn't a normal mental hospital.

A man with blonde hair and an eyepatch turned and faced the 12-year-old, holding a sharp tool of sorts in his hand. He pulled down his mask over his mouth and gave a sharp-toothed grin.

"Ready for some fun...Pine Tree?"

The boy screamed as the man held up the tool and stabbed him in the back first...to start things off.

Then, things only got worse....

And nobody would be coming to save him.

Why?

Pine Tree's just as sick child...Pine Tree isn't going to be here....Pine Tree will be dead.

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