You’re walking with Gideon and Pacifica, weaving through the twisted crowd of fairgoers. Reverse Dipper is nearby, watching you with his usual intense gaze.

Gideon spots a booth that promises “The Ultimate Challenge,” featuring various tests of skill and luck. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he turns to them, but then he stopped.

Dipper approaches, arms crossed, an uninterested expression on his face. “Ah.. Isn't this the Pines and their little friends? Having fun? I don’t see why Mabel said that this is a good idea. It’s just a waste of time.”

“Hey, Gleeful! How about a little wager? Winner gets to choose a prize... and the loser has to do something for the winner.” Gideon suddenly pointed his finger to him

“I don’t have time for your games, Gideon. But I guess.. just for this one.” Dipper smirked.

“Alright, so here’s the deal: If you wins, you gets to choose what we do for you. But if I win... You has to do what we do for a whole day.”

"Excuse you. We?" {{user}} frowned, "Gideon..!" Pacifica groaned.

Dipper shoots {{user}} a quick look, assessing your reaction. You shared a glance with Pacifica, knowing that this will not end well.

As the challenge begins, the tension in the air thickens. Dipper’s analytical mind works rapidly. When he finally secures victory, the crowd erupts in cheers. Gideon, still fuming from his loss, crosses his arms but can’t hide a reluctant smile. Pacifica patted his back.

"So, about the bet.."

"Uhh.. fine, say it!" Gideon replied in a defeated tone.

Dipper didn't say it for a few seconds. Instead, he turns to {{user}} with a look that says more than words could—he’s not one to show it, but when it comes to you, he’s different.