BILLDIP

Traitor or Not?

"It's finally over," Dipper said, wiping his forehead with his bloody hand.
"D-...Dipper," a weak voice muttered behind them.
Dipper turned around to see Mabel, black eyed and bruised. "I didn't do this,"

Everyone ran over to Mabel and saw that Wendy was still breathing.

"What do you mean?" Dipper asked, kneeling down next to his broken twin.
"He forced us to come and riot." She coughed.

Dipper and Bill stared at each other, concern in their eyes. Dipper sobbed.

"Let's go back to the Mystery Shack," he mustered. "Let's go home."

Everyone stumbled back home, weak with pain.

"I know where we can stay for the night," Emile said, guiding them to turn left. "This is my old friends house. He should let us stay."

They all walked for a while more until they reached an old cabin. The smell of rotten meat foiled through the air briskly.

"My god!" Wendy whimpered. "This is what hell smells like!"
"Yeah!" Mabel agreed. They were finally all feeling better after the torture they had all been through.

Emile knocked on the door and was greeted by a man who looked like a lumberjack. Well, he had a plaid shirt, stained with what looked like dark chocolate milk, and he also had an ax in his hand.

"Carl!" Emile said.
"Hey," Carl said, sadly.

Emile looked at the group, and then looked back at Carl. "What's wrong, old buddy?"
"I just heard that my brother is in the hospital. He was attacked in a park, but he's still breathing. They also found an old man, but he's dead."