![]() *They were quiet for a bit before they sighed knowing he’d take all the fun out of it then they nodded* Alright, fine. *He looked at him with complete seriousness in his eyes.* I just want Grunkle Ford back and I am willing to do what ever it takes. This was his deal, if any price was to be paid, then it was to be paid by him and him alone, no getting anyone else involved.* I don’t want you using any loopholes to hurt my family. *He knew that a life for a life would just defeat the purpose of what he wanted, he couldn’t risk Mabel or anyone he’s close to being in the firing line. He might be able to get his Great Uncle Ford back, to learn what he knows.*Īnything that isn’t a life. He was in pure content to what was being said. He patiently listened to what was to be said. Just as he was about to pull on his cap before leaving he heard the other say something which caused him to drop his cap with the hint of excitement and hope in his eyes. All he could do was pack up his things and leave at this point since they weren’t even willing to bargain. (via observed the other’s expression, trying to find any hints on just what could be worth Stanford Pines, but when the absolute refusal hit his ears he sunk in his chair, he watched as they practically glared at what ever part of the book that they were reading. *They chuckled lightly then shook their head* You don’t need the blood flowing, it’d just help… *They then seemed to sigh slightly and moved much closer to look at the progress Pine Tree had made then grabbed the needle not worried over how he grabbed it and seemed to use a bit of magic to help things work out much smoother* *He looked over at Bill after having accidentally getting the needle stuck.* After a short while he looked over at Bill,* I need his blood to be flowing so that I can do this. *Dipper ignored the looming eyes, he had bigger problems with what’s in front of him, Ford’s skin was fragile but at the same time hard to stab the needle through. ![]() *They watched him patently as he seemed to work and drag out not sewing his great uncles body together though when he started to they grinned widely at seeing his discomfort and chuckled quietly to themselves keeping their eye on him* Only seconds after he pushed the needle he cringed, looking away, emitting a long sigh.* Once he ran out of things he could do that were away from the body, he walked up to it, finding its wound and crouching next to it, aligning the needle with where he had to stick it in. His attention moved back to the dead body and he procrastinated from a distance by prepping the needle and thread. He’d be rid of both of them soon enough, for now he just needed to hide them. He soon looked back at it and pulled it out, manoeuvring it to the tomb stone. The body was out he glanced to the coffin, making sure it was empty, he was contemplating burning it and looked around, trying to see if there was oil anywhere. ![]()
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