From the moment Danielle had suggested the gang split up, Dipper thought of Pirate's Cove. Pirate's Cove seemed safe. It was quiet when Mabel, Daniel, and he had ventured in. Plus the purple curtain seemed to offer the perfect protection - or rather the perfect hiding space - from anything that could grab him.
Now as he wandered in, he felt queasy. As though he might have missed something the first time he'd been in there.
He stepped lightly as he neared the curtain. He grabbed it, pulled it aside, and jumped backwards when he saw Foxy the Pirate Fox standing there. It was no time before Foxy had grabbed him.
"Oh, no, you don't," he growled. He pulled away, but Foxy fought back and grabbed him again.
Dipper then made a horrible mistake.
He attempted to push away by placing his left hand against the giant fox's snout and shoving.
Foxy retaliated against Dipper's defense. He plunged his sharp teeth into Dipper's arm. A piercing cry of pain escaped his lips. His feet got tangled in the curtains when he managed to yank himself away for a second time. The curtain gave way and ripped down. The metal rod that kept it up fell, crashing into Dipper's head. He fell back and slammed his already throbbing head into the floor. He groaned.
He was vaguely aware of several things, but like the pieces to several different puzzles, they didn't quite connect.
There was a clatter as the rod hit the floor.
Someone somewhere called for him.
He felt a tugging on his ankles. Was... Was Foxy pulling him?
He sighed. He was in too much pain to resist. He just relaxed and allowed Foxy to drag him away.