Dipper wasn't sure what drove him to do this.

He knew exactly what did, but he still found it unbelievable, considering he was supposed to be the responsible one! Yet, despite his shame, here he was, laying flat on his back as a green light ran over him. After the copier was done, Dipper climbed off the machine, just when a large piece of paper came out.

Dipper nearly unsheathed his sword, when it started rippling. Then, his image started peeling himself away from the paper, slowly growing three-dimensional. By the time it managed to stand up, the paper image became an exact replica of Dipper.

"Wow," He breathed, then cautiously moved forward.

The clone was still, and Dipper poked it's cheek. "Are you...alive?"

The clone suddenly blinked, and batted Dipper's finger away. "Hey! You don't just poke people!"

The brunette screamed and stepped back. He looked the replica up and down, before hesitantly saying. "Um, sorry."

"It's fine," The clone said. "I'm only guessing here, but did you bring me to life so I can help you get with Wendy?"

Dipper gaped. "Wait, how--"

"We share the same mind, remember?" The replica winked. "If so, then I'll gladly help you."

"Great! Now, all you need is a name..." The Guardian thought for a while, then said. "How about Number 2?"

The clone shook his head. "Definitely not. But hey, you know what name I always wanted?"

Both of them smirked, and said together. "Tyrone."

"OK, Tyrone," Dipper began. "I'm thinking you cover for me, while I go dance with Wendy."

"I know the plan," Tyrone reassured, pulling out the list.

The Guardian looked at him with mild suspicion. "Hey, we're not gonna get jealous and turn on each other, are we?"

"Please, this is you we're talking about," The clone said. "And remember, you can always disintegrate me with water."

"Oh right," Dipper realized. "In that case: let's set this plan in motion."

❇❇❇

Back to the party, Will was hanging out with Mabel and her two friends. The shack was really lively at this point, with more people entering. Will even caught Fiddleford there, though it was when the old man was attempting to chew on a wire. The boy thankfully stopped him in time.

"DJ Soos in da' house!" Soos exclaimed from his turntable. "This air is electric!" Then, he started pressing random buttons on his keyboard. "Lightning...lightning..."

"Will!" Mabel shouted, over the music. "There's a sing along contest coming up, you think I should try it out?"

"Of course."

"Are you sure about that, mortal?"

The boy jolted at the new voice, and turned around. Standing near him, was a lady that was Mabel's age. She was tall, and beautiful. She wore a silk white dress, with slits at the side that left her slender legs exposed. Golden bracelets covered her arms, and a golden comb held up her thick blond hair. In Will's opinion, she vaguely resembled one of those Egyptian goddesses.

Mabel's eyes widened in recognition. "Pacifica?"

"Ugh, who invited her?" Grenda rolled her eyes.

"Watch it, sumo wrestler," Pacifica snapped at the Raven Warrior.

"I'll put you in a headlock, and make you feel pain!" Grenda growled back.

Mabel patted Grenda's arm, in an attempt to calm her friend down. "Easy now, girl," She soothed, then turned to the blonde lady. "And like my friend pointed out, why are you here, Pacifica?"

Pacifica rolled her eyes. "I go where I want, Pines," She said. "Also, I refuse to back down from a challenge, especially one with you involved."

"Good idea, I'm always up for some friendly competition!" Mabel smiled.

The blonde girl stared at her with pink tinted cheeks, then shook her head. "Sweetie, this competition is anything but friendly. I'm going to mop the floor with you."

"Not true, Mabel will defeat you," Candy remarked.

Pacifica snickered. "Oh right, I'm sure the weird girl and her rugged mortal pet are capable of beating the Goddess of Beauty and Riches herself. See ya, losers," She spat. Then, she turned on her heels and walked off.

"Wait, she's a goddess?" Will asked, incredulously.

"No, but she sure thinks she is," Mabel said, through a forced smile. "She's a Guardian that's been raised in the mortal realm, like Robbie. Her job is to grant wishes to worthy mortals, in exchange for a price, of course."

The blue haired boy glanced briefly at Pacifica. "You two seem to know each other..."

Mabel frowned, as though recalling bad memories. "We met each other a couple of times, but we never been close...something I wanted to change for a while now."

"Are you thinking of challenging her, Mabel?" Grenda asked. "It's okay, if you don't."

Mabel turned to her friend with a confident grin. "I'm not backing down, especially not to the likes of Pacifica. Now, let's go pick a song."

She walked to the turntable, with the others in tow. Nearby, Dipper was mustering up the courage to approach Wendy.

The plan was going well so far, Tyrone took his spot by the entrance, so Dipper didn't have to worry about that. But, now came the most challenging part: actually asking Wendy to dance.

He forced himself forward, and reached his hand forward to tap Wendy's shoulder. The redhead to turned to him, her vibrant green eyes had a shine in them that made his heart flutter.

"Dipper, I'm glad you're here," She smiled.

The brunette gulped softly. "Yeah, Wendy, there's something I need to ask you--"

"Wendy, I got your punch!"

Dipper winced at the voice, and turned to face Robbie. The taller boy's eyes immediately narrowed into slits upon seeing him.

"Hey Robbie, you remember Dipper, right?" Wendy asked him.

"No," Robbie said, quickly.

Dipper watched in dismay, as the Cupid settled beside Wendy before handing her the drink. He felt even worse, when Robbie wrapped his arm around the redhead. He was gentle with her, but Dipper noticed the possessive gleam in Robbie's eyes.

"Wendy, I wanted to talk to you about something," The Cupid told her. "Mind if we sit on the couch?"

"Of course," Wendy replied. "Dipper, join us when you're ready."

Dipper merely nodded, watching miserably as the two walked off, with Robbie sending him one last glare.

This, wasn't part of the plan.

❇❇❇

"So, how do we get rid of Robbie?" Tyrone asked.

The two were alone in the copier room, and Dipper recently finished explaining his dilemma.

"We need to keep him busy somehow," Dipper said, thoughtfully.

He racked his brain for an answer, and finally remembered something.

"That's it! Robbie's arrows!"

There were very few things Dipper knew about the Cupid of Broken Hearts, but if there was one thing everyone knew, it was that Robbie was super protective of the arrows he kept in his quiver. Granted, every Guardian was protective of their magical properties. But with Robbie, if anyone were to touch his arrows, it would be the equivalent of going to the cemetery, digging your own grave, and laying in it.

"Are you nuts?" Tyrone asked, and rightfully so.

Dipper shrugged. "It's our best shot."

In the end, Tyrone reluctantly agreed. The two then made another clone, and they explained the plan to him.

"But, what if Robbie catches me?" Number 3 pointed out. "I'll be all alone!"

"Good point," Dipper agreed. "This is definitely a four Dipper plan."

He pressed a button the copier, but then it started shaking violently.

"Uh oh, paper jam," Tyrone said, moving forward to check it.

A paper suddenly flew out of the machine, and it was crinkled in many places. When the clone came of life, it was badly bent up, and made static sounds.

"NYANYANYAN--AXUAAA!" It screamed.

"Aw come on, you're not letting me team up with him, are you?" Number 3 complained.

"Hey, don't be rude," Tyrone shot back, then tried to comfort the disfigured clone, only to be screamed at in return.

Dipper sighed, then turned back to the machine. "OK, just one more clone."

"What if Robbie isn't our only problem?" Number Three spoke. "The dancefloor is like a minefield, there could be a glitch in the sound system, people might get in the way, Robbie might come back."

"There are too many variables," Tyrone agreed.

The Guardian thought about it, then decided. "Alright, we definitely need a lot more help than expected."

❇❇❇

So far, things were going good for Bill. The shack was filled with music, he danced, he ate, and he flirted with some strangers. Mabel and some blondy were having a singing competition, that admittedly made his ears rang. Besides from that, Bill was having a good time. Then...

"WHO IN THE HELL!?" A voice screamed.

Bill spun around, seeing the familiar Dark Cupid and the redheaded Guardian.

"Robbie, you good?" Wendy asked, concerned for her friend.

Robbie looked ready to kill somebody, but his gaze turned gentle when he turned to Wendy. "It seems that some punk stole my quiver. I'll be right back."

Then, he sped off, passing Bill. The blond blinked, wondering who was the unlucky fella that decided to piss off Robbie. That was, until his gaze darted to the nearby window, and caught two moving forms from the outside. They were both wearing blue uniforms, could it be...

Quickly, Bill left the luxury of the party, and looked around in order to test his theory. He peered at the entrance, and saw no one standing in Dipper's place.

Goddammit, Pine Tree!, He thought, in frustration.

There was no way. There was no way Dipper of all people could be this stupid.

Bill turned around, on the same moment when he found the person he was looking for. Dipper had his back turned to him, and the blond ran up to him.

"Pine Tree!" He snapped.

The brunette turned to him nonchalantly. "Yes, Bill?"

"Tell me, how many clones did you make?"

"About 10."

Bill bit back a sharp remark, practically seething inside. "You're lucky you have a pretty face, or else I would've mutilated it by now! What were you thinking? I expected you to make one clone."

"I guess you expected wrong."

Bill paced around in the spot. "OK, here's what we do now: get some water guns and get rid of the clones, preferably before Wendy or Will find out and blow a freaking casket."

Dipper inspected his fingernails calmly. "Actually, you won't be doing that."

"And why not?" He remarked.

Dipper leaned in, and Bill saw an unfamiliar edge in his gaze. "Because, I'm one of those clones."

Bill blinked. "Well...darn."

❇❇❇

With his clones occupied with their tasks, Dipper finally had his chance. He was about to head to the dancefloor, when he had an surprising encounter.

"Wendy?" He gasped.

The redhead was leaning against the wall, and turned to him with a lopsided smile. "Hey, Dipper."

"What are you doing here?" Dipper asked, with nervous chuckle. "Shouldn't you be on the dancefloor...in the next 10 minutes?"

Wendy arched a brow, then nodded to the doorway beside her. "I'm only waiting for the bathroom."

Dipper nodded. "O-of course."

They stood in silence, and the male Guardian felt his palms begin to sweat. What was he even suppose to do in this situation? Make small talk? What topic should he start with? Oh, this was so frustrating.

"Hey," Wendy started. "I have a game. Let's say everyone in this party was trapped on a deserted island, who do you think the leader will be? My bets is on that maniac." She pointed to a muscled man who was punching the air furiously.

The brunette chuckled softly, then pointed to a very tall person. "I'd say Stretch over there, since tall people can reach coconuts?"

"Speaking of tall, do you remember what I looked like back then?" Wendy smiled. "I was like walking string cheese."

"Yeah, you definitely looked weird," Dipper laughed, then realized what he said. "Oh, I didn't mean it like--"

"Nah, I take it as a compliment," The redhead reassured. "We weirdos need to stick together, Imma' right?"

Dipper smiled warmly. "Yeah..."

The bathroom door opened, and a person walked out. On cue, Wendy gave him a curt nod, before entering and closing the door behind her.

Dipper couldn't believe what just happened, and he tried to calm his beating heart as best as he could.

"Hey!"

He turned, and saw Tyrone, along with the rest of his clones. Dipper grinned brightly at them.

"Guys, you won't believe what happened," He said. "I actually talked to Wendy and--"

"You didn't stick to the plan," Tyrone snapped, with the copies murmuring in agreement.

Dipper frowned at them. "But, does that really matter now? I can take Bill's advice, and be myself around Wendy."

"About time, you realized that!"

The Guardian jolted at the voice, and then his face contorted in shock, when the clones moved aside, revealing one of them holding Bill hostage.

"Also, I am blaming you for this!" The blond snapped, struggling to free himself to no avail.

"Bill?" Dipper gasped, then turned to Tyrone. "What's going on here?"

The clone clicked his tongue. "Bill tried to disrupt the plan, so we decided to take care of him. And now that you refuse to cooperate, you shouldn't be the one to dance with Wendy."

Dipper held up his hands in defense. "Guys, we promised not to turn on each other."

"I think we all knew we were lying," Tyrone sneered, as the other clones stalked forward.

Before he could escape or draw his sword, a dozen hands were grabbing him in a matter of seconds. Both Bill and Dipper screamed in distress, before they were thrown into the nearest closet, and their voices were snuffed out as the door shut closed behind them.