Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
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As we sped through the forest, I could faintly hear the shouts of my sister for help. My right eye burned, similarly to how it had earlier that day. I was scared, not for myself but for Mable.
Questions and worries flooded my brain. What if Norman really was a zombie? What if my sister was getting eaten alive at that very moment? Did I just get my sister killed by letting her go out on that date? I'm such a horrible sister. What will I tell mom, dad, and Grunkle Stan?
As we approached the clearing where the noise was coming from, my eyes widened. Dipper sputtered in confusion at what we were seeing. "The more you struggle, the more awkward this is gonna be.. just, okay, just get her arm, Steve." Shouted a little bearded man from a mossy rock. In front of him, was Mable, surrounded by more tiny men.
"Let go of me!" She retaliated, punching one of them in them face then kicking him away. He landed near some rocks where be began to throw up a rainbow. Dipper and I exited the car, standing before the small crowd.
"What the heck's going on here?" My brother asked, confused. The gnome from before hissed at us before returning to his brethren. "Guys! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes and they're total jerks!"
"Gnomes..? I murmured, realizing that I was right all along as the burning in my eye subsided. Dipper checked out the page in the journal, reading aloud that they had no known weakness. "Oh, great!" Groaned Mable from her spot on the ground, where she was now tied down like that one scene in Night At the Museum.
"Let our sister go." I demanded and the gnome in front of me turned around to face us. "Oh, well. Hi! Sorry, this is all just a big misunderstanding. You see, she's going to marry all 1,000 of us and become our queen for all of eternity. Well, that is, unless you want to take her place?" He said, looking up at me. "You are a more suitable candidate, after all you are older than she is. She's only a last resort if I'm being honest and even then we'd wait till she was of age before doing anything. I mean, we aren't that creepy." I glared at him. "As much as I appreciate your honesty and the fact that you guys don't want to be pedophiles, you won't be marrying either of us."
"Yeah! You're all a bunch of butt faces!" Mabel shouted before one of her captors covered her mouth. "Listen, you don't want to mess with us gnomes. You two don't know what we're capable of. We're a powerful race so do not trifle with-" He was interrupted by Dipper easily scooping him up with a shovel and tossing him away. We ran forward, knocking away the other gnomes and cutting the bindings easily with the shovel's edge.
I picked Mable up and the three of us ran to the golf cart. "Seat belts." I reminded them before reversing and speeding out of the clearing. We could faintly hear the shouts of the gnomes behind us. "Hurry, before they catch us!" Shouted Mable and Dipper patted her on the shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it. Did you see their little legs? Those suckers are tiny."
A roar from behind us drew the twins's attention away and their eyes widened. "(Y/n)!! DRIVE FASTER!!" I looked in the side view mirror and was shocked to see a giant sized gnome monster. "Dipper! Does that journal of yours say anything about the gnomes being able to do THAT?!"
"Checking!" He said, flipping through the pages of the book as I swerved and tried to dodge incoming gnome attacks. Unfortunately some got on the roof and tried climbing down for an attack. Mable punched one in the face, Dipper whacked one with the journal, and I slammed one into the steering wheel before throwing him away. "Nothing in here, sis! I don't think the author knew about it!" Said Dipper, finally finding the page.
I let out a yelp as a gnome that landed on the hood of the cart tried to attack me. I dodged but he attacked Dipper's face instead, my brother screaming in panic. "I'll save you. Dipper!" Exclaimed Mable as she repeatedly punched the offender in the side. He finally flew out of the cart, but took Dipper's star hat with him. "Thanks, Mable.." He said, his rolling slightly to the side, a little stunned after taking some damage meant for the gnome. "Don't mention it"
Behind us, we heard the giant grunt with effort, as well as the sound of ruffling leaves. A shadow passed over us and my eyes widened as a whole tree, complete with roots crashed onto the path ahead of us. "Hang on!" I swerved the cart and it drifted underneath the fallen tree, and spun dangerously before coming to a complete halt in front of the Mystery Shack.
Dipper leapt out of the vehicle and faced the monster with the shovel from before. I held the bat in my hands, standing beside him and in front of my sister. "Stay back!" the male twin shouted, throwing the shovel at the monster who promptly punched in down into the ground. Our eyes widened and I grabbed Dipper's shoulder, bringing him behind me too. "Where's Grunkle Stan?" He asked, holing onto his sister in fright. Indeed, he was no where to be found.
"It's the end of the line, kids." Said the head gnome, at the very top of the monster. "You, Mable's sister, marry us before we do something crazy." My right eye began to burn even more and Mable grabbed my hand, taking the bat away. "I have an idea." I somehow understood what she meant and nodded, stepping forward. "Fine, I'll do it. Just leave my family alone."
"What?! (Y/n), are you crazy? There's gotta be another way!" Panicked Dipper, taking the journal out of his vest. "Trust me. I've got it all under control." I said, smiling softly and petting his fluffy hair. He nodded sadly and he and Mable stood away from me. "She'll do it, Jeff. (Y/n) will marry you."
'His name is Jeff?'
"Hot dog!" Said the gnome happily, ordering the others to let him down. "Also, (Y/n)! That's a pretty name! I like it!" He walked in front of me, not noticing how my siblings disappeared from their original positions. Jeff held out a leather box with a shining diamond ring inside. He motioned to his mouth, indicating that he wanted me to kiss him. I felt nauseated but shook my head, offering my left hand. He slid the jewelry onto my ring finger with a smile. "Batta Bing Batta Bam! Now let's get you back into the forest, Honey."
I laughed softly. "You may now kiss the bride." The gnome stopped and looked back at me. "Well, don't mind if I do." He puckered up and I pretended to lean in, only for Mable to switch on the hidden leaf blower beside me in a pile of leaves. Jeff's eyes widened as I pointed it at him threateningly. "Woah, woah hey, what's going on here?" He said in panic as he was sucked into the leaf blower. I handed it to my sister with a smirk.
"That's for lying to me!" She announced, glaring at the captured creature who looked back at her with fear. She switched the leaf blower into reverse.
"This is for breaking my heart." The gnome yelped in pain as the suction got to him, the pressure building till it was like a balloon ready to burst.
"And this is for messing with m family!" She pointed to the gnome monster who let out a collective gasp. "Do you wanna do the honors?"
"On three!" Dipper announced, holding onto a leaver on the device. "One.. Two.. Three!!" We chanted as he shoved the lever to 'F' an Jeff went flying into the giant, making it explode into a thousand gnomes. "AHHH!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!" The leader screamed as he flew away into the forest with the remaining momentum. The result was chaos. Gnomes sat in piles, wondering who was going to give them orders and complaining about being sore. Mable used the leaf blower, making them yell and run for the forest in fear. One ended up getting caught in some trash which was picked up the local goat, Gompers.
I walked over to the creature, who's captive was screaming in panic. I held the goat in place and gently released the gnome before taking off the ring and handing it to him. "Here, take this back to Jeff. I don't need it." He nodded before running away into the brush. Looking back, I noticed Dipper and Mable heading back into the shack. I caught up to them but Mable stopped us.
"Um.. hey guys. I'm.. uh.. I'm sorry for ignoring your guys's advice. You really were just looking out for me."
"Hey don't be like that," reassured Dipper. "You totally saved our butts back there."
"I guess I'm just sad that my first boyfriend turned out to be a bunch of gnomes."
"Look on the bright side. Maybe your next boyfriend will be a vampire."
The two of them laughed. "Awkward sibling hug?" The male twin offered and she nodded. "Awkward sibling hug." They embraced, ending it off with a "pat pat" which made me smile. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. (Y/n), thanks for almost marrying Jeff to protect us. I'm sorry for what I said before. I really thought you would accept my new boyfriend and when you didn't I was really hurt."
"It's okay, Shooting Star. I know you didn't mean it. Plus, after what all we've been through today, I think we both know we forgive each other. Just don't go expecting me to "get engaged" to any of your next summer romances. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment." Mable giggled and we headed into the shop.
"Yeesh, what happened to you three? Did you get hit by a bus or something?" Grunkle Stan laughed and we rolled our eyes, heading for the stair way. There was a moment of silence before he called out to us. "Hey wait. Uh.. we happened to accidentally get too much merch in stock so.. how about you guys pick something out for yourselves. On the house, y'know?"
"Really?" Mable and I said in shock. "What's the catch?" questioned Dipper. "The catch is pick something out before I change my mind." Replied our Grunkle Stan. Mable rushed around, looking at every single thing. Dipper walked over to a row of blue and white hats with pine trees on them. "This should do the trick." He said with a smile, looking at himself in the mirror. Mable gasped and rummaged through a box of books. "I'll chose a..." she spun around and I assumed she chose a pink one to be a diary but she opened her arms to reveal a "GRAPPLING HOOK!" she exclaimed.
Grunkle Stan, Dipper, and I all looked at each other in confusion. "Aren't you gonna pick out a doll or something?"
"GRAPPLING HOOK!" She exclaimed again, shooting it and hanging from a ceiling beam. "Fair enough." Laughed Grunkle Stan as the kids ran off to their room. I looked over toward the a case of jewelry. I walked over and noticed a beautiful necklace. I took it out of the case and hung it around my heck. It fit perfectly.
Grunkle Stan looked at me with a small smirk. "I'm surprised you picked that one out, kid. It's been in the shop for such a long time I was partially convinced no one would take it." I looked down at the charm and I smiled as I began to leave the room. "I'm not entirely sure myself why I chose it, but I did and I don't regret it. G'night Grunkle Stan."
-(3rd Person)-
Dipper lay down on his bed, writing on an empty page in the journal. Mable jumped up and down on the twin bed parallel to his, laughing at her own antics and giddy with her new tool.
'The journal told me there was no one in Gravity Falls I could trust. But when you battle a hundred gnomes with people by your side, you realize that they've probably got your back."
Outside, on the roof, sat (Y/n), her (h/c) hair flowing behind her in the breeze. An (e/c) eye scanned the horizon while the second one was hidden from the world behind a black eye patch. She waved to Grunkle Stan, who was finishing closing up shop, before climbing back through her bedroom window, shutting it behind her.
'Our Uncle told us that there was nothing strange about this town, but who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked?'
Bill Cipher x reader (5) - Creator and Demon
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Hearing giggles from outside, Dipper and I turned around, looking through the triangle window. There we saw Norman walking toward Mable just like a zombie. "OH NO! MABLE!!" Exclaimed Dipper, hand pressed firmly against the glass.
Mable's boyfriend grabbed her shoulders and I felt my panic rise. Did I actually just let a zombie with my little sister?? My right eye started burning from underneath my eyepatch. 'Aw hecc no.' I was about to go running downstairs to stop what ever was about to happen when Norman suddenly let go, and now displayed proudly was a necklace made of flowers.
Mable was shocked and smiled at him. "Daisies? Awww you scallywag~" I let out a relieved sigh and the burning stopped. Dipper slid off the window seat and mumbled quietly, "Is my sister really dating a zombie or am I going nuts?" I was about to add a quote but both of us were startled by Soos's voice entering the conversation. "It's a dilemma to be sure."
Dipper jumped back in shock and we saw Soos replacing a lightbulb on the ceiling. 'How did nobody hear or see him come in???' "I couldn't help but overhear you talking to yourselves in this big empty room." I almost laughed at how nonchalant he was about this. "Soos, you've met Mable's boyfriend. You think he might be a zombie, right?" He asked this hopefully and I felt pity for the young lad.
"Hmm. How many brains did you se the guy eat?" I smirked at Soos's logic. "Zero." Dipper and I said at the same time. "Look dude, I believe you. I'm noticing weird stuff in this town all the time. Like, the mailman, pretty sure that dude's a werewolf." He looked like he was having a flashback then continued, "but you gotta have evidence. Otherwise people are gonna think you're a major league cookoo clock."
"Yea Soos, you're right..." Dipper said dejectedly and the handyman nodded. "My knowledge is both a blessing and a curse." He said solemnly as Grunkle Stan shouted up from wherever he was, "Soos! Get down here! The portable toilets are clogged again!" I blinked and looked toward the stairwell. "The WHAT?" Soos secured his hat, "I am needed elsewhere." Then walked backward out of the room like a friggin secret agent.
"Welp. That just happened. Back to Mable and Norman though. If we want to figure out exactly what or who Norman actually is, we need to start gathering evidence." I said, turning to a dazed Dipper. He closed the journal and nodded.
And so, for the next few hours, Dipper and I followed the new couple on their "date" and began our little adventure.
During frisbee, Mable tossed the toy to Norman where it hit his head. He fell down like he had either fainted or died. Dipper looked away from where he was recording. "Omgosh did he just die?" I asked in confusion and slight panic. Fortunately he got back up.
Entering "The Greasy Diner", Norman broke the window so he could reach the doorknob and open the door for Mable. Dipper and I were seated nearby, hiding ourselves with the menus, and holy hecc, Norman could not walk normally for the life of him.
Finally, Mable and he were running around in the Cemetery when he suddenly fell into an open grave. He came put in the same manner that a zombie would in a movie, both of them laughing it off like it was on purpose.
After that, Dipper and I headed home. I felt hot and tired, and my eyepatch was bothering me, but I couldn't take it off in the presence of other people. No one wanted to see what was under it. Dipper and I barged into Mable's room where she was brushing her long brown hair.
"Mable, we need to talk." Dipper and I said in unison. Mable turned to us and smiled. "Is it about Norman? Isn't he the best? Look at this smooch mark he gave me!" She showed us a large red spot on her cheek and I gasped. 'Please tell me he didn't bite her or anything like that.'
Mable began laughing. "Haha! Gullible! It was actually from an accident with the leaf blower. That was fun." She never lost her smile and I was more worried about her mental sanity more than physical at this point.
"Mable, listen, we're trying to tell you that Norman is not what he seems." He pulled the journal from under his jacket and Mable gasped. "Do you think he might be a vampire??" Mable seemed almost excited about that and I sighed thinking about those romantic vampire stories she sometimes read.
"Guess again sister. SHABAM!" Dipper said, opening the book to a specific page. Mable looked at it and gasped. I looked at it and laughed. It was the gnome page. Dipper saw it and flipped the page mumbling about it being the wrong page. "SHABAM!" He said, again showing the book. Mable now looked confused. "A zombie? Really? That's not funny you guys."
"No Mable! I'm serious! It all adds up! The bleeding, the limp, he never blinks!! Have you noticed that???" That was true, but some people are just able to do that. "Maybe he's just blinking when you're blinking." Mable suggested and I shrugged when she looked at me.
"Mable, do you remember what the journal said about Gravity Falls? Trust no one!"
"But what about me? You can trust me!" She made robot sounds when she put on two star earrings. "MABLE LISTEN TO ME HE IS GOING TO EAT YOUR BRAIN!!" said Dipper, asking him and I pushed the two apart. He was going a little too far and Mable looked pissed.
"Dipper, listen to me. Norman and I are going on a date at 5:00 and I am going to look adorable! And he's going with me, and it will not be ruined by one of your stupid conspiracies!" She said angrily, shoving him out of the room. She turned to me. "What about you, anything you wanna say?" She still looked like she was gonna kick my butt if I said something wrong.
I sighed, "Enjoy your date Mable. I'm happy you have someone who makes you happy too, just be careful alright, Shooting Star? I really don't trust him." I walked out of the room before she could reply and closed the door gently behind me.
Dipper was sitting down against the wall looking panicked. Just then, the door bell rang and Mable rushed out of the room and downstairs to the door in a new sweater. 'How in the world?' I could hear her voice greeting her boyfriend and asking how she looked. There came a rough "Shiny." From Norman and Mable giggled. "You always know what to say." Before I came downstairs and watched them walk away together.
Dipper sighed and sat on the old recliner. "Soos is right. I don't have any proof. He began running through his recordings of Mable and Norman's previous date and we stopped on a recording of them cuddling. "Norman's hand fell off in that recording. Why aren't we talking about that?" I said, pointing out. "Now that I mention it, why didn't we notice it when we were recording it?" Dipper snapped out of his depressed trance and let out a shocked yelp. Indeed, in that recording, Norman's hand fell off and he put it back on, looking around to see if anyone was watching.
Dipper knocked over the recliner in panic and I stepped back before it hit my foot. Dipper was repeating "omgosh I was right I was right I was right!" As he rushed out the door. I followed right behind him after putting the chair back up. He began calling for Grunkle Stan who was giving on of his tourist trap tours.
Dipper tried to explain what was happening, but didn't get very far with him. Then, looking to the side of the house, there was... WENDY!!! Both of us ran to her. "Wendy! I need to borrow the golf car so I can save my sister from a zombie!!" Wendy looked at me and I nodded. She handed me the keys and gave me a finger gun. "Try not to hit any pedestrians!"
We were stopped by Soos almost immediately as we headed off, him giving us a shovel for the zombies and a baseball bat in case we saw a piñata. We quickly thanked him and then with the roar of the engine, we sped off to find our sister.
Bill Cipher x reader (4)- Creator and Demon
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Mable was ontop of the log located at our back. How she got there without being noticed, I don't think I will ever know. "Hey whatcha reading? Some nerd thing?" Dipper had almost dropped the journal in suprise. "Uhh... uhh... it's nothing!"
Mable giggled, "Uhh... uhh... it's nothing! Haha Haha! Come on are you really not gonna show me?" I heard a munching sound and looked to see the goat from earlier nibbling on the exposed cover of the journal. "Uhhh... let's go somewhere private.."
Back at the Mystery shack, Dipper began explaining our findings in the journal. "Get this, at a certain point, the pages just stop, like the guy who was writing it mysteriously disappeared!" Just then, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" I wondered outloud.
"Well, time to spill the beans," Mable knocked over an empty can of beans and giggled, "This girl's got a date. WOOT WOOT!" She fell back onto the lap of the recliner.
"WHAT??" Dipper and I exclaimed in shock. "Hold on let me get this straight.. in the thirty minutes we were gone, you managed to get yourself a boyfriend?" I said as Dipper stood there speechless. "What can I say? I guess I'm just irresistible!" Said Mable happily as the doorbell rang again.
"COMING!!" She exclaimed, running to the door as Grunkle Stan came through the door way while drinking a soda. Dipper had just climbed onto the now unoccupied recliner and started reading the journal, me looking over his shoulder. "Whatcha reading there kids?" I looked up from where I was reading about gnomes and Dipper quickly hid the journal for some reason. I rolled my eyes as his paranoia as he stuttered about reading some old man jewelry magazine.
Just then, Mable came back with a boy in a dark hoodie. "Hey family! I want you to meet my new boyfriend!" There was twigs seemingly stuck in his hood and some kind of juice on his cheek. To be honest he looked like a slob. We greeted the boy as Mable spoke up. "We met at the cemetary. He's like super deep..." I didn't approve of this relationship, this guy was sketchy as heck.
"Dipper and I were gone thirty minutes. 1) Why were you at the cemetary, Mable. And 2) no relationship is started THAT quickly. Sorry Shooting Star but I don't trust this guy at all."
Mable glared at me, "You're just jealous because I'm able to get a boyfriend faster then you're able to make friends." That stung. I rolled my eyes, "Say what you want. It won't change my mind." Her words still rang in mind though.
"What's your name?" Asked Dipper. Mable's boyfriend looked nervous at that moment. "Uhh.. Normal?" Mable giggle and clung to his arm, "He means Norman." Dipper eyed the blots of red on "Norman's" cheek. "Uhh.. is that blood?"
The substance dripped off his cheek as he looked even more nervous. "It's jam." Mable looked excited. "WHAT??? I LOVE JAM!! Look at this!!!" She looked at me specifically as she said that and I once again rolled my eyes.
"So ummm... do you wanna go and.. maybe hold hands or something?" I wanted to bang my head against a wall as Mable blushed and giggled. They quickly left, Norman accidentally ramming his face onto the door post and probably breaking a few things on his way out.
"Dipper, the journal please." I said, sticking out my hand as it was quickly passed to me. Dipper and I went upstairs and began flipping through the pages. Dipper stopped on one entry.
"Known for their pale skin and bad attitudes, these beings are constantly mistaken for teenagers! Beware Gravity Fall's nefarious ZOMBIES!!!" Exclaimed my little brother. I frowned. "That would explain the whole "meeting at a graveyard" thing, but I'm thinking either that or gnomes." I said, flipping back a few pages to the specific entry.
"Why gnomes?" Said Dipper, looking at me in confusion. "I don't know. I just get the feeling he's a gnome for some reason"
Dipper rolled his eyes, "I will bet you ten dollars that he's a zombie and not a gnome." I smirked, "I'll take you up on that, but I get ten dollars if he turns out to be a gnome." We shook on a deal.
Bill Cipher x reader (3)- Creator and Demon
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"Alright. Wendy! I need you to hang this sign up for me." Said Grunkle Stan, looking over at the female cashier. Wendy Corduroy was a girl a bit under my age at 16 years old (under my 17 years), with red hair, a flannel, and a cool looking hat. She was currently reading a magazine about food. She and I got along really well, and had become good friends. And, though he didn't know it, I knew all about Dipper's growing crush on her
"I would but I can't.... reach it..." she said, pretending to try. "I'd fire all of you if I could." Said Grunkle Stan, now looking at us. "Alright. Let's make it Enie Meanie Miney.. you." He said, pointing at Dipper. "Awww what?? Grunkle Stan, when ever I'm in the woods I get the feeling I'm being watched." He wasn't wrong. I felt the same way.
"Ugh this again." Said Grunkle Stan, pinching the bridge of his nose." I looked at Dipper sympathetically. "Grunkle Stan I'm telling you something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out 'Beware'." He showed us but he got a firm, "That Spells 'Bewarb'." from the old man.
Dipper looked frustrated and embarrassed. I smiled at him. "Look kid the whole "Monsters in the forest" thing is just local legend spun up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." We all looked to the side to see some weird tourist giggling over a Grunkle Stan Bobblehead. I cringed. "I'll go with you Dipper. It'll go faster that way." He smiled at me and nodded as Grunkle Stan handed us the wooden signs.
Out in the woods, Dipper and I worked quickly to get out of the cold wind. It was chilly for a summer day, but that wasn't really surprising anymore. "Ugh. Grunkle Stan... nobody ever believes anything I say." grumbled Dipper, both of us nailing a sign to a tree.
"That's not true." I countered, looking at him as he prepared another nail. "I believe you. Heck, I swear I saw a bunch of little men stacked up on each other when we first arrived in Gravity Falls. I wouldn't be surprised if this entire forest is filled with weird, magical creatures."
Dipper looked at me in surprise. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THAT!!!" he said in disbelief. "I thought no one would believe me." Dipper tried to hammer a nail in a tree when it suddenly made a metallic "bang" sound. Both of us were confused, as he hit the tree with the hammer gently and the same sound emanated from the tree. Wipping off a small layer of something off the tree, he opened a secret door and inside was a machine.
"It looks like a sort of old military radio." I observed, as Dipper began to fiddle with the switches. Suddenly, a goat let out a bleat of panic as a hatch opened up in the ground. Looking in, Dipper and I saw a dusty old book. It was incredible.
As we looked at each other in shock, I reached in and grabbed the book, blowing on it gently to reveal a golden 6-fingered handprint with the number 3 written inside it. "I will never be able to doubt anything you say ever again at this point." I murmured, opening the book.
Inside there was a small monocle like thing attached to a string, like a bookmark. There was also a little note saying 'property of' but the rest was ripped off. Flipping the page Dipper began to read, "It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began to study the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon."
Our eyes widened as we looked at each other then back at the book. Flipping the pages, there were sketches and entries about things like floating eye balls, gnomes, and other such beings. "What is all this?" Dipper wondered out loud as we kept flipping pages.
"Unfortunately my suspicions have been confirmed. I'm being watched!" I read and I felt shivers go up my spine. "I must hide this book before he finds it. Remember, in Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust. Trust No One.." Dipper and I finished the entry out loud together and looked at each other in shock. Closing the book and picking it up, Dipper mumbled, "No one you can trust."
"HELLO!" Dipper and I jumped in surprise. It was Mable
Bill Cipher x reader (2)- Creator and Demon
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~(Y/n)'s POV~
As Uncle Stanley led us through the house, I couldn't help but look around at the weird stuff. It was clearly a very used living space, well worn by many years. And decorated by many curiosities. It was rather unnerving to be honest.
"Well kids, this is where you'll be staying for the summer. By the way, you can call me Grunkle Stan." Said our relative, leading us up a flight of stairs to some rooms. "This room will be for the twins," he said, pointing to a room with a large triangle shaped window and two beds. "And this room," said Grunkle Stan opening a door to a room with only one bed and a rectangle shaped window, "will be yours, uhhh..." he look at me guiltily. "Sorry, I guess I didnt get your names."
"It's fine," I said nonchalantly, "I'm (Y/n), and these are my younger siblings, Dipper and Mable Pines." Grunkle Stan smiled and nodded, "Alright then, (Y/n), this will be your room. I assumed since you're older you'd want a room to yourself." I couldn't help but smile at his generosity, "Thanks."
After separating to our different rooms and getting unpacked I suggested the idea of getting familiar with the town. Mable was all for it and Dipper shrugged. "Sure. Why not." Grunkle Stan agreed to go with us because he needed groceries anyway.
I would be lying if I said I didn't like the town. I really didn't get attached to the place all at once and with good reason. The people there were really nice but they gave me the willies. Just something about this town and its citizens was off. Like there was something huge I was missing
I would be lying if I said I didn't like the town. I really didn't get attached to the place all at once and with good reason. The people there were really nice but they gave me the willies. Just something about this town and its citizens was off. Like there was something huge I was missing... but what?
When Grunkle Stan was finally done, we headed back to the Mystery Shack. As days flew by, we learned a little bit more about our new residence. The mystery shack was a Self-Made tourist trap made by Grunkle Stan and guess who needed to earn their keep around the place. That's right, Us.
I grew increasingly bored with the same old pattern of stocking shelves, sweeping the floors, and keeping Mable away from all the boys her age that came into the shack. Dipper also was worked really hard, and Mable? Not so much. She seemed to have all the free time in the world. That's what you get for acting positive and cute all the time.
"Mable," said Dipper as he washed a jar of (hopefully) fake eyeballs, "I know you're going through your whole Boy-Crazy phase, but I think you're overdoing it with the crazy part." Mable looked away from the boy she was watching. "What?? Naww. Come on Dipper, this is our first summer away from home! It's my big chance at an epic summer romance." Dipper and I looked at her like she was crazy. "But do you HAVE to flirt with every guy you meet?" I shivered at the memories.
"Mock all you want guys," she said, shaking a finger, "but I've got a good feeling about this summer. I wouldn't be surprised if the man of my dreams walked through that door right now." As she pointed toward the door she spoke of, Grunkle Stan walked through carrying some wooden signs and let out a loud belch.
A disappointed and disgusted Mable let out a groan as Dipper and I laughed. "Aright look alive people," said Grunkle Stan, "I need someone to go and hammer these signs around the spooky part of the forest." One by one, Mable, Dipper, and I said "Not it." The handyman in the back said, "Uh, also not it" as well. "Nobody asked you Soos." Said the old man, as Soos looked up from his work. "I know, and I'm comfortable with that." He took a happy bite from his chocolate bar.
Bill Cipher x reader (1)- Creator and Demon
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~(Y/n)'s POV~
I looked out the window of the bus as it sped past car after car on a seemingly endless road. The sun shone brightly and I could see an almost clear blue sky above me. The warmth of the sun on the window pane had made me drowsy, so everything seemed a bit brighter.
My younger siblings, Mason (also known as Dipper) and Mable, were sitting on nearby seats of the dirty old bus. Dipper was fast asleep, his worn greenish gray-brown star hat covering his shut eyes. Mable was up and at em' with her face practically glued to her window, admiring every speck of detail that passed by in a blur.
I smiled a little, watching my brother and sister. They were very dear and close to me. In a sense, I was the perfect combination of the twins. I possessed Dipper's love of adventure, reading, science, and his habit of sometimes keeping to myself, as well as Mable's outgoing personality, experience with braces (I had gotten them off two years ago, thank goodness), love of making friends, and craftiness, along with a hint of mischief.
Mable looked to me, smiling, as she pointed to a water tower with the words "Gravity Falls" painted on it in faded black paint. The water tower itself was old-looking and I kind of expected it to fall down at any minute.
Suddenly, as we passed a telephone pole, I swear I saw a flash of red, white, and grey. Like there had been a bunch of little old men standing on top of each other. I shook my head, thinking it was just my imagination, but if I was to be honest, it wouldn't surprise me if what I imagined was actually real. I had seen a lot of weird stuff in my life to believe in magical creatures and such things, so I felt my adventurous side bubble with excitement.
'Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all..'
After a few more minutes of traveling, I gently woke up Dipper as the bus slowed to a halt and we lurched forward a bit, Mable's face stuffing itself into the back of the next row's chair cushion.
I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit, thanking the bus driver and helping to unload our luggage. Poor Dipper was still partially asleep when Mable let out a loud, excited yell in celebration of our arrival, probably causing the now shaken and fully awake twin to go partially deaf.
The bus had left and I patted my little sister's head trying to calm her down. "Easy there, Shooting Star. I'm excited too, but no need to announce your presence here the the entire state." Mable giggled and quickly made her way to a certain building that we had been told we would be staying in.
That was the nickname I had given Mable when she found her favorite sweater of a shooting star in the front. After that, the name stuck and I occasionally called her Shooting Star instead of Mable. Dipper was Dipper, and always would be. There was no better name, and pretty much no one EVER called him Mason.
Making sure all the luggage was with us, Dipper and I quickly followed Mable to the "Mystery Shack". The house itself seemed to be very old, and any noticable repairs looked kinda cheap, like the person paying was stingier than Scrooge. Outside of it, there was a good sized parking lot and a giant totem pole. "Not even gonna ask." I sighed.
Skipping her way up the damp wooden stairs, Mable happily knocked on the door. Dipper and I looked at each other as we heard heavy footsteps coming closer and closer to the wooden door. This person was no grandpa that much was for sure.
When the door opened, there stood a tall(ish) man with a fez and a kind of suit. He didnt look all that bad, but something I did notice was his permanent scowl. Upon noticing that minor detail, the man seemed much more intimidating. "The shack's closed for the day, sorry." Said the old man and could feel Dipper moving closer to me. Being the oldest, I took the initiative action.
"Hi! Are you our Great-Uncle Stanley?" The old man suddenly smiled, "Oh! You're Shermy's grandkids! Come on, I've been waitin' for ya!" 'This is going to be a strange summer...' I thought, entering the shack.
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