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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Fanfiction · #2201418
Wendy tries to help Dipper out of this situation as best she can.
Dipper was already exhausted after climbing down the stairs and up Wendy. So he decided to take advantage of the darkness under Wendy's hat and the softness of her hair and take a nap until her shift was over. "I'm sure she won't mind..." Dipper yawned as he lied down on top of Wendy's head and drifted off to sleep.

He was awoken by the sudden motion of Wendy getting up from the register. "Soos! I'm clocking out!" She yelled over to the large man stocking shelves. "See ya, dood!" He replied. Wendy left the counter and went into the bathroom before lifting her hat and bringing Dipper to her shoulder. "Sorry about the rude awakening, I felt you jump when I got up." She laughed.

"O-oh, uh, that's okay, Wendy!" Dipper also laughed, but in a more nervous manner than his laid back crush. "Alright. I know what to do to fix this, but I can't really do it alone at this size..." Dipper explained. "Okay, dude. What do we need to do?" Wendy asked, looking over to her tiny friend. "Um, could you get my journal? It should still be on my bed." The boy requested and Wendy nodded before heading upstairs to the attic.

"Here it is! Now what?" Wendy questioned. "There's a page about size altering crystals, and a map to find them." Dipper explained, trying his best to hang on to Wendy's flannel shirt. She flipped to the page and asked if it was the right one. Dipper confirmed and they set off to find the gems.

"Hey, Dip?" Wendy said, prompting Dipper to snap out of his thoughts. "Oh! Uh, yeah? Wendy?" He answered nervously. "I was thinking. Those crystals aren't going anywhere... And it's getting pretty late. So how about we see what kind of fun we can have with your new size at my house? And then get those crystals tomorrow?" Wendy suggested, petting Dipper's head with her finger, making him blush furiously.
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