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;; woops! I need to put a semi-hiatus on Wendy (Gravity Falls) -- thank you in advance!

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“That’s good, dude! I haven’t seen you in a while... what’s been going on?” she asked, her lips tugging into a smile. It had been awhile since she’d seen the real Dipper - when she’d first arrived, she’d seen Mabel and him for a brief period of time before going off to try and find her apartment. Now, look at her! Navigating the streets of Citta alone, talking to people and going on her own little misadventures. 

“Have you seen Mabel or anyone recently? I’ve met some pretty cool dudes, but I haven’t seen anyone besides you two from Gravity Falls,” she stuck her hands in her pockets and leaned backwards on the balls of her feet, making her body sway slightly. She kind of missed people back home, so she was glad to see her friend again. Or... what she thought was her friend. Though Wendy wasn’t stupid, she certainly didn’t notice the differences between Tyrone and Dipper. 

“Where are you heading, dude?”

    Laughing along with her nervously, he could feel his entire face turn red as he took her hand and hoisted himself up. 

    “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! Totally fine!” he assured her frantically. Tyrone let go of her hand (he felt like he had probably held it a few minutes longer than what was necessary) and brushed himself off hurriedly. Well, that was an awful first impression. And then he realized it technically didn’t have to be a first impression.     “I’m doing great!” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could even think about it, “Yeah, Dipper, that’s me,” he murmured, hoping he didn’t look suspicious. He probably did. 

    He didn’t want to tell Wendy about who he really was and what he was. After all, his whole existence sort of revolved around the fact that Dipper wanted to make multiple copies of himself to try and get with her at a party. Talk about creepy. That wasn’t something you just told someone, it would probably freak her out, which Tyrone honestly didn’t need.

    What was a little white lie?

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So this should be an adventure, right?

Of course when this mystery man (pun intended) showed up at the shack asking for volunteers for this mystery mission (again, intended) she was all about the opportunity to explore the city some more. She’d heard about Ford from Soos when he woke her up in the middle of the night to talk about ‘portals’ and ‘twins’ and ‘other dimensions’, but hadn’t really paid much mind until she saw him in person.

Of course, she was intrigued. Who wouldn’t be? Some guy shows up from another dimension and claims to be the Pine Twins’ other grunkle - Stan’s brother - and author of those journals that Dipper was obsessed with. Sure, she’d never really given them as much thought as he had, but they held a lot of secrets. Who doesn’t love a good secret?

Needless to say, it didn’t take a lot of convincing for Wendy Corduroy to decide it was time to get out of the Shack and get to know this famous authorofthejournals: Stanford Pines. Despite all her excitement, an uncomfortable silence had befallen the two. Wendy spent a good ten minutes walking and studying a particularly odd-shaped mud print on one of her boots; it kind of looked like a dinosaur eating a star or something, she’d decided.

When Ford spoke, Wendy wasn’t sure if she wanted to sigh out of relief or begrudge the fact that he’d decided to break the ice - potentially making this more awkward.

“Uh, yeah dude. Mabel and Dipper are my friends...” she broke her concentration on her boots to look at him and offer a small smile. “.. and you’re their other Grunkle, right? The author of the journals?”

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HIVE CITY ENTRY #003 … ↳「 corduroyandplaid 」

     Well. This was quite the predicament.

     After requesting volunteers at the Mystery Shack for a hunt outside District Gamma, all he seemed to be able to recruit was one of the cashiers. But not just any cashier, oh no – Wendy Corduroy. The infamous troublemaker. A smooth-talking teenager. But most importantly, a girl of whom would frequent in his and Dipper’s conversations.

     And it wasn’t to say he was ungrateful! Wendy often found her way in his conversations with Mabel too, comments of “she’s so cool!” and “she’s so strong! she takes what she wants!” slipping in. From the looks of it, both his niece and nephew found her admirable (which Ford was rather grateful for), but he had yet to converse with her.

    That is, until now.

    The author led her toward the district, BB gun in his grasp. Perhaps waiting until morning would have proved a more safer route, but this particular creature supposedly only appeared in the dark. Besides, Wendy did volunteer to do this. She was very well-aware what she was getting herself into.

     Still. That didn’t stop the fact that it was so painfully quiet between them.

     “So!” he started, turning to the girl beside him. “You’re a friend of Mabel and Dipper’s right…?”

     As you can see, he was an absolute pro when it came to talking to teenagers. 

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Tyrone had been walking to the train station when he had seen someone with a familiar silhouette on the street. It was completely unmistakable, the long ginger hair, the green plaid, the hunting cap. That was most definitely Wendy Corduroy! His heart lept excitedly in his chest. She was here too? Tyrone didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset that she was stuck in Hive City as well. Without thinking much about it, he started to jog in order to catch up with her, calling out her name as he ran.

“Hey! Wendy!” Tyrone waved his hands at her, desperate to get her attention (as usual). If they were both stuck here maybe they could, well, hang out and find a way out together. Although he knew she probably wasn’t interested in him, he still had a huge crush on her.

As he ran towards her, he tripped on an untied shoelace and fell face-forward. Tyrone completely ate dirt right in front of her. Oh, no, no, no, not now. Tyrone prayed that she didn’t see it, but she was looking straight at him. Ugh. “I, uh, totally meant to do that!” He clearly didn’t. 

Wendy shuffled down the sidewalk, her already muddy boots kicking up some more dirt onto the lower half of her jeans. The speckled pattern it left looked almost like constellations, if one were creative enough to make that simile. She smiled to herself, a familiar tune stuck in her head as she padded down the street with a smile on her face.

A familiar voice called out to her as she turned around. Her smile grew as she watched the Dipper look-alike slipped and fell in front of her.

“Dude!” she laughed, her voice high and her shoulders shaking from restraining herself from getting too loud. “You totally just wiped out in front of me, bro! Are you alright?” 

She extended a hand and flexed her fingers, indicating that he should take it. “Haven’t seen you in a while, Dipper! How’s it going?” She smiled, not realizing that this wasn’t Dipper in front of her, but one of his paper clones. 

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“Uhm...” Wendy’s eyes widened as she visibly took a step back. “N-Not until now, no I haven’t been separated from my brothers...” she gulped, her eyes searching around for an exit. A way to politely leave the conversation. “You’re one really weird dude, Maxwell.”

“I don’t like thinking about anyone dying... how is this... why are you asking me this? I don’t know what I would do if they died, why are you asking?!”

“Indeed, how glad I am to know I’ve spelled it correctly…” Maxwell chuckled a bit. Or maybe it was really more of a harsh cackle. At the moment, it was hard to tell.

“You wish to know why? Well, I was wondering perhaps if you had the misfortune of ever being… separated from them… permanently. As if you had a sister who had to forsake their… mortal coil and join the choir invisible… what were to happen if a good sibling of yours were to die? Would you give anything to be reunited with them?”

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Wendy knew she had messed up, that it was her fault, but why did the girl have to be so rude? “Alright, fine dude. Have it your way,” she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I said I was sorry, you don’t have to be mean about it.”

✜ – asuka shoots her a lingering glare, shifting the words behind her teeth, contemplating whether or not the other is worth wasting her breath on. ❝ and i don’t care. ❞ if looks could kill…

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“Scary?” Wendy repeated as she tilted her head slightly to the side. “Oh! I was just thinking that I should be more scared than I am, I guess!” She sighed inwardly and nodded at the smaller girl’s question. Surely at some point the realization would hit her.

“Yup! I’m a lumberjack... or at least, I guess you could call me one if you wanted to. My dad is super about the lumberjack life. He showed my brothers and me all these cool games and stuff to play back in Gravity Falls!” she proclaimed, a grin taking over her face. She stopped for a moment, taking the time to stretch her back.

“It’s one funky experiment, then. I don’t know what they can gain from watching us, I mean - have you done anything crazy yet here? Anything that is so completely out of the ordinary?”

[…Be…I…Scary…Should…]

She could have groaned at that moment, the words making little sense and sounding broken in her head, obviously torn from the full sentence. They couldn’t have just taken away everything, could they? But there was still the fact that she heard some of it and one word stood out to her. “What’s scary?” she asked, looking up at Wendy as they reached the restaurant.

“You’re a lumberjack?” Wasn’t it weird that the psychic girl was surprised by Wendy being a lumberjack, as if that was the odd thing in this situation? “Maybe it’s to see how we act with each other.” That was the only thing she could think of. “And in this situation.” Everything was different from what they were used to, so it would make sense for them to just want to see how they acted.

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“But of course! After all, it has gotten terribly late. It would be my pleasure to show you around the apartment complex, though!” Diane smiles graciously and gestures to the immediate area, where the apartments lie. “And, of course, the elevator and stairs are right out there.”

“As I’m sure you’ve noticed, these are the main living quarters. The rooms are really quite serviceable, though I’d advise caution- I suspect hidden surveillance. Ah, pardon me-” She swings the door open, and holds it for Wendy.

It’s the least she can do.

Wendy listened intently as Diane began to explain the living arrangements. Being a fifteen year old she’d never been given the chance to live on her own -- this was kind of exciting! If one could look past being kidnapped and placed in a new, terrifying city.

She chose to ignore that. Think about the positive, stay chill. After all, what was Wendy Corduroy without her laid back nature?

“Hidden cameras? Dude! They can just do that?” Wendy asked, her face scrunched up in disgust. “Alright, that’s creepy. It’s not enough that they capture us but they have to watch us, too?”

She’d have to be careful with her sneaking around, then. She supposed it wouldn’t be fun to be back in the scientist’s grasps, at their mercy...

With a shudder she asked, “So, which room is mine?”

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Kotoura tensed up a bit when Wendy moved near her. She wasn’t worried about herself (well, not completely), she was worried about Wendy. She didn’t want to give her friend anything, especially not her ability. She’d heard about people switching those and she simply didn’t want that to happen. But she forced herself to relax. They were going on an adventure together, so they had to be near each other.

“They did kidnap us, though,” she pointed out. “I heard one time it started raining dogs. Literally. They just dropped from the sky.” Which was scary to think about, both because you could have gotten hit from a falling dog and a falling dog could have fallen on you. Those poor dogs. “But the person that told me that said the scientists didn’t do it, since they announced when they were doing things back then.”

Meaning conspiracy theory! Not really, but it did mean something weird was going on. “Maybe they don’t have full control of what’s going on.” It was a city, after all. No matter how many weird things were happening, they couldn’t possibly control everything. “Please don’t say that.” Bad things always happened when people said that in movies. “But, alright, let’s try figuring out what’s happening!”

“Raining dogs? That’s... that’s pretty crazy, dude...” Wendy mused for a moment before giving her friend a nod. “But you’re probably right, they don’t have control over the virus. I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff happen around here, I’m not sure they can control everything, you know?”

The redhead thought for a moment about their next plan of action. Should they try and go somewhere unique? Or would there be enough evidence around them to sort out what was happening?

“I think we should go somewhere the scientists hang out, maybe see if we can catch them doing something against the rules, you know?” Wendy grinned and rubbed her hands together, her eyes flicked from her friend to the street and back to her friend again.

“Have any ideas? I could probably think of a few places...”

Oops?

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“Yes my soul is basically in this. I’m a freaking living dead..” Kyouko growled. “His reasonings were because it makes you immune to pain while saving humanity from witches.” She was willing to answer questions for Wendy against her reasonable judgement but if she could save at least someone in a way it would make her feel a sense of slight redemption. “As for a Witch being a evil being in a magical girl sense no. The Witches are former magical girls who suffered from countless despair to the point they give up. No matter how hard I tried..Sayaka was too damn stubborn to accept my help…” She trailed off clenching a fist turning away from Wendy. “Her last words..I was so stupid…no Sayaka you were not..all of us..were..” A few tears began to fall but she moved to wipe them.

“Hey... dude...” Wendy frowned and reached forward to put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault, you know. Your friend made her choices...”

Truth be told, Wendy wasn’t exactly sure how to react. Her life seemed to be a lot easier than some of the people she’d met in Citta thus far, and for that she was grateful. She wished that everyone she knew could live a more carefree life.

“... is there any way she can come back to you? Maybe she’ll end up in Citta and things will be better?”

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“Maybe. It would be great if we’re immune. I wish I were like you. I’m scared of it, but I needed some food too.” She hadn’t really wanted to use up the ingredients she had back home as she was pretty sure she was going to need to barricade herself in there if the virus got any worse. 

And, to be fair, her fear towards it was well-founded. If she wasn’t immune then she could give someone her ESP and that would be terrible. Making someone else hear people’s thoughts wasn’t right. And then there were her memories, which she’d like to keep in her own head and no one else’s. Other people didn’t deserve to have either of those things thrust onto them.

“I guess.” It was pretty boring doing nothing but she didn’t have many idea for what else she could be doing. “An adventure?” Her eyes lit up at the prospect. Sure, she wasn’t the bravest person in the world, but an adventure was right down her alley. It kind of had to be when you were part of the ESP Club. 

“That sounds great! I’m up for an adventure! What would we be doing?”

“Hey dude, it’s all good,” Wendy smiled and looked around her before closing the gap between the two friends. If they were going to be heading off on an adventure, they were going to have to be near each other at some point. Plus, Wendy had it in her mind that there was no way the two of them would swap anything.

Right?

Wendy scratched the side of her head and gave the other girl a little smirk. “I’m really curious about why this virus is going around. I mean, this is one weird place but I never really thought they’d send out a virus like this one. It sounds too crazy for me. What gives?”

“I vote that we take a look around and see if we can find out what’s going on. I used to do that kind of stuff in Gravity Falls all the time. What could possibly go wrong?”

Oops?

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“I probably should, I don’t know, go to work at some point.”

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some autumn-inspired wendy outfits 🍂

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asukashikimoney:

asuka's glare would've been enough to cut her off anyway, even if she didn't have enough common sense to shut her mouth in time. "I’m sure it was,” her tone drips with bitterness,"so don't do it again."

Wendy didn’t know why did didn’t just leave, but something told her to try and make it better. She figured that an introduction might help, if only slightly. “Uhh... I’m Wendy, by the way.”