Someone came and got Emma.
"Hello, you can call me Silk. I am of the White Wheel."
"Um...hi."
"Now young one, I have a few questions for you, but you should follow me first," Silk gestured and led the way, Emma in tow.
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On the other side of town, Ford and Stan were plotting to save the twins. Oh, and their little friends.
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Dipper, on the other hand, was too busy getting a freakin tattoo to care.
And it hurt.
See, Mabel would have probably been fine with this, since she has a high pain tolerance. Dipper, and to the cult, the unshakable demon lord, couldn't take the pain of a needle.
He had been shown how small it was and where he'd get the small tattoo, but he never expected it to hurt this much.
It was all he could do to not cry, or cry out for Mabel for comfort.
Mabel and Ella were up next for marking, right outside the door.
Then beyond that, another room held the rest of the initiates.
But...at least the symbol looked kind of cool.