Little Dipper

Wizard

"Wendy...y'know, we've known each other for a long time." Robbie said, draping his arm over her shoulder. "A long time. I'd really like to get to know you better, if you know what I mean."

"Sure, okay." Wendy smiled, leaning into his body. "Whatever you wanna do, Robbie."

Robbie blushed a bit and reached towards the strap of her shirt, lowering it off her shoulder. "Wendy...I..."

The door suddenly opened behind him and he was roughly pulled out and dropped to the ground. "Ow! What?!"

"What kind of creep are you?!" Stan punched him across the face and got ready to do it again.

"Stan!" Wendy got out of the van and grabbed his hand, keeping it from hitting Robbie again. "Hey, what's going on? Why are you hitting my boyfriend?!"

"Wendy, you might wanna listen to this." Bill pulled out the CD and cast a spell to make the music play out of it, backwards. Instead of the lyrics, they heard demonic chanting and a voice saying "You are now under my control. Your mind is mine."

"I...what?" Wendy blinked in confusion.

"It's black magic." Dipper walked up to her. "Robbie used black magic to make you obey him!"

Bill smashed the CD and turned to Robbie. "Who gave this to you?! Talk!"

"Robbie...is this true?" Wendy looked at him.

"I...uh..." Robbie looked to the side, ashamed. "I just...I..."

"I can't believe you..." Wendy released Stan's hand, but held up a hand to block it anyway. "You...used magic on me?"

"I-I didn't want you to leave me!" Robbie cried.

"You didn't make this. Who made it for you?!" Bill grabbed Robbie and pulled him up by his shirt. "Talk!"

"I-I don't know who he is! He hangs out by the Playhouse, he's been there since I was little! I was walking by this morning after getting Wendy's angry text and he said he could help me!" Robbie cried.

"What did he look like?!" Bill snapped. "If you don't tell me right now, I'll--"

"He wore blue! That's all I remember! A lot of blue!" Robbie covered his face with his arms. "I swear, I don't know who he is!"

"Is he still in town?!" Bill demanded.

"He's been by the playhouse as long as I remember!" Robbie cried.

"And what did you give him to make this? What was it?!" Bill released him, letting him drop to the floor.

"N-Nothing! He didn't ask for anything! I-I mean, he did ask me to buy something at the store, but it was just food! He's some homeless dude that hangs out by the playhouse!" Robbie insisted.

Bill looked at Wendy. "Have you seen this guy?"

"I think so, when I was little. He kind of creeped me out, had a leering smile. But when I went to find him and confront him, he was gone." Wendy admitted, then turned to Robbie. "I can't believe you would do this...getting black magic to control me, convincing me to come to Lookout Point with you...ugh! We're through!" Tears slipped from her eyes and she ran to the edge, sitting down to cry without being seen.

"So...not Thistle." Stan sighed. "Well, I still owe him a punch, and this weirdo guy, too. I say we go find the playhouse tonight, tell him what-for!"

"Yeah, let's find this creep." Bill nodded.

Dipper walked over to Wendy and placed his small hand on her shoulder. "Wendy? Do you need a hug? And ice-cream? Mabel always has ice-cream when she's rejected or hurt by boys."