#askdipperpinesstuff

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The young King sighed some as they traveled through his Kingdom's forest. The one time he got to go hunting something always had to go wrong. "We're being followed." He told his Knight. The blue haired sword wielder had never left his side in all these years now. He was full fledged Knight of Colors. Hence why he fret so little knowing of the danger's they were up against. "Try not to make a mess Mordecai." The brunette mused as he let his chocolate mare continue her casual trot down the path.

 ♤Mordecai was unsure when Dipper said he wished to go hunting and though the knight voiced his concerns, he knew the stubborn young king wouldn’t listen. He still obediently followed the brunette on his own horse as they went through the forest, sticking close. Three years passed in a quick flash and he was now a Knight of Colors, staying glued to the young king’s side and loving every second of it. 

 Till... He could feel eyes. 

 The cerulean male didn’t make any indication he noticed however, not sure Dipper realized it till he spoke up. “I know.” Was the soft reply, mismatch eyes glancing to the young king as a smirk crossed his lips at the musing. “Yes, my king.” He then slowed his horse, unsheathing his blade. “You wish to hurt my king, you go through me.” A dark figure darted out and he jumped from his horse to attack with all the precision of a Knight of Colors. 

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     “I sorry?” Stanford quirked an eyebrow at the boy, soon letting the interrogative expression fall in favor of simply shaking his head. 

“Trees don’t sleep, Dipper. They wait, They wait for the opportunity before striking at whatever poor sap crosses their path. Pun not intended.” 

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There was a knock on Stanley's door suddenly and the small muffled sounds of a boy whimpering on the other side. "Gr-Grunkle Stan?" Dipper pleaded out quietly.

— —★ A look of c o n f u s i o n crossed Stan’s face as he opened the door to see Dipper. “What in the world--” Stan said, “What ‘re ya k n o c k i n g for? And what’s wrong, kiddo?” Stan asked, c o n c e r n e d by the other’s whimpering. 

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“The only problem I have is that your lips aren’t on mine~”

¤Abel looked over at the other and raised a brow, the edge of his lips twitching up into a smirk. “Oh~? Gonna do something about that then~?”

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He had really thought that would be the last thing he’d see. A damn skull mask. But something beyond the gangster beating him into the brick wall caught his eye….another mask? But this one was different. Before he knew it he was freed from the gangsters grasp and screams echoed around him. Only…it wasn’t his own but the gangsters.  The poor brunette that had been left slumped and battered had slid against the wall he had been bashed into. He looked like a bruised heap, simply slumped there, half unconscious and unmoving, his dark lashes shrouded by curling messy brown hair. He couldn’t see but the kid could sure as hell hear another mans voice. That….That didn’t sound like the guy who had yanked him into the alleyway. It was new. Older. He used whatever strength he had to slowly raise his head, brown eyes fluttering open to see a dazed tall shadow before him. Someone…saved him? That was the last thought he had before his head slumped back down and oblivion beckoned for him. The young man fell back into unconsciousness fully, out like a lightly with blood slowly dripping down his nose.

He knelt down and frowned, shifting his weight. Out like a light, huh? He strapped the rifle to his back and sighed. He couldn’t just leave him here. Much as he didn’t want to deal with a kid, his mind would punish him for eons afterwards if he just abandoned him to whoever else might come looking for an easy target.

With a long sigh, he shifted and picked the kid up easily, already chiding himself for being an idiot. The nearest hospital was more than an hour to walk to, and calling attention to himself with a bounty on his head was less than smart. Plus, if the kid had any internal bleeding, he’d die before Jack got him there. His own base was a ten minute walk and biotic canisters would be good enough.

Back in the building, Jack used a shoulder to push the heavy shelving in front of the door and set the kid down on a bed he’d almost never used. The biotic canister glowed a dull yellow when he set it up. From here, he’d wait. The pulse rifle needed cleaning, and he wasn’t going to be able to do anything but fidget with another body in the run-down base. So, he sat down and got to work.

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"Hey Grunkle Ford? C-Can I talk to you about something?" The young Pines asked, peeking timidly into the elders room.

“Of course, Dipper. What is it that you want to talk about?” Ford asked, turning his attention from his research and over to his nephew.

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“Heh, so that’s why Soos was so on us ‘bout gettin’ our butts back here. Guess it has been a while, huh... Yer growin’ up.”

And Stanley was absolutely not getting emotional about seeing Dipper growing up. Not at all. No tearing up here.

“We meant t’come back sooner, but travel at sea takes a long time. Yanno, if you two wanted t’come back sooner I coulda paid yer way over.”

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Two years had gone by and finally the young teens could come back to the Falls. Thankfully Mabel had dragged her friends off and now Dipper was alone, taking in the shop he loved so much. It was weird still. With Soos running the place and the Stans still off doing who knew what. His thoughts though had been stalled by a knock on the Shacks door. He blinked in confusion and opened it only to be pleasantly surprised by who was there. "Gr-Grunke Stan!" Dipper cried out, hug tackling his Grunkle.

“AHH!”

Something flew through the door and attacked him. He was being attacked.

“I AIN’T GOT NOTH- Wait a second, Dipper?” Stanley gaped, a wide grin slowly spreading over his features. “Holy shit, Dipper?!”

He laughed, pulling the kid into a huge, rib-squishing bear hug. He smushed the kid’s hat down onto his head with a noogie, releasing him a moment later. “Christ, you got tall! When the hell did that happen?! What’re you even doin’ here?!”