Afraid of the Forest

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"What'd you need me to do?" Dipper placed his hands on his hips.

"I need you to go and pull the ice box out of the basement." Grunkle stated.

"That's it?" Dipper asked raising an eyebrow.

"After that," Grunkle Stan continued. "you can go chop up some wood or something."

Dipper simply nodded and made his way into the basement with a flashlight. He searched for a roughly-textured, blue box and found it sitting in the farthest corner. Dipper didn't like the feel of the dark base meant, but swiftly made his way across the room and grabbed the box. Dipper sprinted back upstairs and placed the ice box on the porch outside. He then picked up the hatchet that was laying against the building just outside the front door and collected the wood that Grunkle Stan wanted him to chop. A few minutes later, he heard the door creak open behind him.

"You don't actually have to chop the wood right now." Grunkle Stan called out to him as he heard the couch and the porch scream with the newer form of the same weight.

"What'd you want then?" Dipper asked as he swung the hachet over and onto his shoulder and placed his other hand on his hip.

"I just wanted to talk to ya." He pulled the ice box open and pulled out a can of either beer or soda.

"What's with the wood, then?" Dipper gestured to the pile of chopped wood.

"Just have Mabel carve it into something." Grunkle Stan dismissed. "I'm sure she knows how to do that sort of thing."

"That's true." Dipper shrugged and leaned the hatchet up against the trunk of an old tree.

"What've you been doing?" Grunkle Stan asked as he took a swig from the can.

"Some odd things. A little writing, a little yoga." Dipper pulled a soda out of the ice box and sat beside his Grunkle.