Little Dipper

"Hey, Bip!" Dipper waved to him as Mabel scrunched her face up, analyzing the chessboard in a futile attempt to be a challenge. Dipper smiled as his brother as he headed for the door "Wanna play a round?"

"I'll pass." Bip muttered, throwing up the screendoor and trotting outside. He ignored the pouting snort of Dipper, shoving his hands deep into his pants' pockets. He hated it when Dipper got like this. A 'I always Win' mentality. And the worst part was, when you didn't play along with it, he'd be stuck in this sulky mood for the rest of the day.

So Bip just avoided Dipper when he's like that.

He trotted along the dirt path by himself, not stopping when he reached the town and only slowing as he reached the water tower. Rolling his shoulders, he hopped to cling onto a ladder rail and pulled himself up to the patio above. The structure was still leaning heavily on two stilts, the ominous creaking of the wood implying it might fall any second. Bip didn't pay mind to it, settling down on the wood and looking out over the town.

Bip smiled, sighing as he leaned into the breeze that ruffled his hair around his face. The sun was shining, the trees were a radiant green, the sky was blue and the clouds white. Swallowing, he forced himself to look downwards.

Immediately, his vision began to swim as his stomach lurched downwards. Bip pressed himself back against the tower, pressing his palm over his heart. And from the back of his mind whispered that ever pestering message….

Open the Portal

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He shook his head, smacking his hands against his scalp as if to beat out the chant. It was always there, almost a hum in the back of his mind. But lately it had let up, becoming white noise to his brain. But since he almost fell the other day…..

"Well, that's enough of that!" He chirped, shimmying down the ladder and stiffly walking away from the tower.

Reflecting on that kind of thing wasn't going to help anyway.

He trotted back to the Shack, picking up a stick and throwing it, then kicking along the dirt and rocks he came across. As he arrived at the shack, he saw Stan and Soos carrying a large bunch of mirrors through the door.

"Hey, kid!" Stan hollered as he spotted the boy.

"Whatever it is, no." Bip said curtly, trotting pass the two men.

"No you don't!" Stan snapped, grabbing the boy by his collar and pulling him backwards, shoving a the load of mirrors into his arms. Bip stumbled, struggling to keep a firm hold of them all as he glowered at Stan, murmuring profanity. Stan pointed down at him, one ballled fist on his hip "Just help Soos sets those up, got it?"

"Or!" bip grinned "I can just smash these on the ground just to piss you off!"

"Woah. Dude." Soos frowned "Er...watch the language, please."

"...Fine." Bip muttered, shouldering his load "I'll set these damn things up."

"Great." Stan said, turning on heel and striding to the car, where several more mirrors were strapped to the top of it. Bip, muttering things that are not too nice, followed Soos into the Shack and started to set up the mirrors in a hall he didn't even know the shack had.

Stan showed up eventually, carrying more of the mirrors. With a grumble and a shout or two at Bip and Soos, he also set mirrors up. (noticeably less than Soos did, but Bip also slacked off on that).

"Hey, where's the siblings?" Bip blinked, looking over his shoulder to the gift shop.

Stan threw his arms up in the air "I got no clue! Maybe they went after that Gideon kid."

Bip twitched "Gideon?"

"Yeah, dude." Soos said "The guy was here earlier, trying to steal the shack or something."

"And he FAILED." Stan grinned.

"Oh." Bip said flatly, trying to suppress the twitch that had taken over his left eye. He gripped a mirror, pressing his fingertips against the smooth glass. His knuckles turned white, but the glass didn't crack. He set the mirror down, stepped back-

His reflection was grinning at him. Slit-pupiled eyed glowing yellow. Bip's reflection waved, then pressed his hand against the mirror as if it were a window.

"Hiya!" he chirped. "Remember me?"

Bip choked on his response. But his reflection grinned, leaning in closer.

"Don't you have something to do, Bippity?" The eyes turned red "Something important…?"

Open the Portal

"G-" Bip gulped, taking a step back. Soos looked up from his work, frowning at the boy.

"Er…..Dude-"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Bip screamed, clutching at his scalp.

"Woah, Dude!" Soos yelped, abandoning the mirror he set up and sprinting over to him. Stan jumped, staring at the boy a moment before hesitantly making his way over. Soos was on his knees, eye-level to Bip as he tried to pull away. "Dude, dude, what's wrong?"

"Soos!" Stan snapped, pulling the handyman away "Don't get up in his face, it's not helping!"

Soos just stared at him helplessly.

Stan swallowed, then slowly moved to stand in front of the kid. The boy was curling in on himself, clutching his scalp, muttering something in an almost chant-like fashion. Stan opened his mouth, prepared to say something when the bell of the gift shop rang. Stan growled, glaring at the entrance, but instantly relaxing at the sight of his only other official employee.

"Wendy!" Stan snapped. Wendy blinked, staring at him a moment before trotting over.

"What's up, Mr. Pines-" Wendy began before her eyes caught on Bip "Dude!" She slid over to him, landing on her knees. "What's wrong, Bip-?"

Bip stared at her a moment. He forced a smile "Oh, hey Wendel.."

"…hey, dude." Wendy said, forcing a smile "Something up?"

"Just havin' a panic attack, not much." Bip responded, shrugging ever so slightly.

…

"Cool." Wendy blinked "Wanna….like, go for a walk or something? Calm you down?"

…"sure." Bip nodded stiffly. He rubbed the back of his neck while his body trembled. Then, he apologized to Soos with a stiff pat on his arm and shot Stan a look that was something between a glare and a stare.

Wendy smiled, a bit tightly, and gripped Bip's arm, dragging him out of the Shack with a glance at Stan. Soos and Stan exchanged a look. One that was cut short as Stan smack Soos across the shoulders with a harsh bark of "Get back to work!"

Wendy let go of Bip once they were a good distance away. Though they both stayed silent for quite a long time, Bip trudging along with his hands in his pockets.

"So….what was that about?" Wendy asked.

"Nuthin'." Bip muttered.

"Dude, I ain't stupid." Wendy said, rolling her eyes.

"I know!" Bip snapped, turning on heel to glare at her. He threw his arms down "I know! I know, okay! I know you're not stupid! I know you can see right through me! And you know WHAT!?" He cut himself off, panting heavily "That has NEVER happened before! NO ONE can see through me! Not even my parents! Not even my SIBLINGS! I-I-" He choked on his words, sputtering out a cough or two. Wendy blinked, taken aback.

"Woah, Bip….uh….Breathe." She patted him on the back "Calm down, man. Breathe, breathe…."

"I'm okay." Bip sighed "….I'm fine, Wendy….I'm good."

"Are you?"

"Bwahahaha! No!" Bip laughed, wiping at his eyes "Wendy, listen, I- I," he took a breath "I got some issues."

"…I gathered." Wendy blinked, tilting her head "And the evil clone probably didn't help."

"Nope." Bip sighed. He pressed his palms to his face "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to freak you all out earlier. I just…" He sighed again.

"Dude, dude, look at me." Wendy said. Bip did, reluctantly. Wendy put her hands on his shoulders and forced a smile. "It'll be okay. We're not mad at you, we just are worried-"

"But I don't WANT you to worry!" Bip snapped.

"…Why?"

Bip turned away. Wendy frowned.

"Bip. Dude. Why?"

"…I don't want to answer that." Bip muttered. Wendy sighed, pulling the boy into a hug. Bip stared, wide eyed over the teen's shoulder. "Er….awkward friend hug?"

"Awkward friend hug, dude." Wendy chuckled.

Bip chuckled back, stiffly returning the hug before pushing her away. He smiled.

"I…er….feel a bit better." He said, stammering a bit.

Wendy flashed a smile "You're welcome."

"Heh."

"Heh."

They stood there awkwardly for a few minutes. But thundering footsteps soon interrupted their standing there, shaking the ground and trees. Birds flew from their perches in a panicked frenzy.

"W-what is THAT!?" Bip snapped, bouncing along with the shaking of the ground.

"I don't know, man!" Wendy yelled, spreading her feet to get better balance.

The thundering footsteps grew closer and closer, before a tall, large, minotaur with huge biceps leapt from the brush.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" He screamed as he hopped.

"Ahhh!" "WHAT THE HELL DON'T EAT ME!" Wendy and Bip hollered in unison.

"I'm not going to EAT you!" The beast yelled "I'm a MANotaur not a….uh… MAN-EATERataur!"

"Er…" Wendy blinked.

"Well….That's good." Bip blinked. He put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his heels. "So….what are you doing here?"

"I heard someone CRYING!" The Manotaur snapped. "Which is UN-MANly!"

"H-hey!" Bip stammered, a light pink blush coming to his cheeks. "That wasn't CRYING-"

"Kind of was, man." Wendy interjected.

"WENDY! SHUDDUP!" Bip whined, flailing his arms about.

"Ha!" The Manotaur chortled, throwing out his chest "You call yourself a MAN!?"

"I call myself 'Bip' actually." He muttered.

"My point is, you're super UN-MANLY!" The beast mocked, jabbing a finger to the boy. Bip's blushed intensified.

"'Un-manly'?" He repeated "I'm not UN-MANLY, I'm, like, super manly."

"Not really." Wendy shrugged.

"You're not helping, Wendel." Bip muttered.

"Sorry man."

"My point being!" The Manotaur interrupted. He tapped one hoof impatiently "You are definelty not a MAN! So I'm here to offer you repention!"

"Er….Don't you mean redemption?" Bip corrected.

"When you're a MAN, you have no time for GRAMMAR!"

"How about MAN-ners?" Bip scowled.

"NO!"

"Well, okay then."

"So….yes,about your MAN-redemption" The Manotaur said, stroking at his beard "We need you to preform the ultimate of MANly deeds!"

"Yelling MAN really obnoxiously?" Bip asked.

"NO!"

"Oh."

"Anyway, to regain your MAN-liness, you must beat ME at an ARM-WRESTLING contest!"

"What if I don't care?" Bip blinked.

The Manotaur leaned in real close, still combing his fingers through his beard. He 'hummed' very loudly. "…I think you do care."

"But I don't." Bip said.

"Man, just do it." Wendy muttered "Otherwise he won't leave us alone."

"Yes! Listen to the NOT MAN." The beast hollered in Bip's face. Bip, an extremely annoyed expression plastered to his face, wiped off the saliva that had splatted onto his cheeks.

"Okay, okay, fine. If it'll shut you up."

"YEAH! THEN! TO THE MAN-ATORIUM!"

Then in a scene transition that works in cartoons but not so much when written, as the Manotaur yelled, the camera zooms out to reveal they are already AT the Manatorium. However, this is fanfiction, and I can't animate it however much I want to. Not due to any legal issues, just because animating takes too long and I have the attention span of a walnut.

The Manatorium was just like any old roman coliseum, a large circle of stone with sand thrown haphazardly into the middle of it. Hundreds of other MANotaurs sat in the benches the surrounded the sand, hollering and hooting and pumping their fists in the air.

"Woah!" Bip stared "H-how'd- What-"

"Er….something wrong, Bip?" Wendy asked.

"…Nothing."

Wendy shrugged. The Manotaur squatted down next to a small wooden table, patting to motion to the boy to sit opposite of him. Bip did, hesitantly, eyeing the large muscular arm of the creature. He gulped and took his hand in the Manotaur's much, MUCH larger one.

There was a ring of a gong and suddenly, Bip felt him arm smashed into the table top, splintering it into pieces.

"Gah!" Bip screamed, rubbing at his arm. "Ow…..ow ow ow…"

"Dude!" Wendy snapped, stepping towards the MANotaur "That was bit MUCH, wasn't it?"

"There's NEVER too much when you're a MAN!" The Manotaur declared. The audience cheered and hollered their agreement. Wendy sneered.

"All right, all right. My turn, then."

"But you are not a MAN!" The Manotaur snapped. Wendy rolled her eyes, planted a booted foot on his stomach, wrapped one arm around the elbow of the beast, and pulled downwards with a sickening SNAP that left the beast writhing in pain, gripping at his arm. Wendy dusted her hands off, walked over to Bip, and scooped him up, flinging him over her shoulders and strutting off.

The audience was dead silent.

And thus, Wendy the Annihilator made her name known.

A/N

I love Bip and Wendy's friendship. It's just so interesting to me.

BTW, This story is now on Quotev! Under the same title, but published by 'Flippersmit'.

Post A/N Scene

"Hey guys…" Bip sighed, pushing open the screendoor with his masculinity shattered "I'm b-…" He stopped, staring at the spectacle in front of him.

A tiny Soos was sitting comfortably in Mabel's cupped hands, as Dipper's face was scrunched up in concentration whil gluing shards of….something, back together.

Bip blinked "….Do I wanna know?"

"Probably not."

"Nope."