A/N: Yeah, everything that happened happened. Weirdmageddon and all that. Nothing changed. Also, this is my first Fic, so yeah! Enjoy~

*Disclaimer: I own none of this.

Dipper's POV

"Ow!," The golden-haired man half-yelled, falling to the ground.

"Sorry about that, man," Dipper replied, extending a hand to the man he just ran into.

The man, of course, ignored his offer to help and walked off cursing things under his breath.

Wow.. that went well.

Dipper sighed and walked up to his sister, who had stopped dead in her tracks to stare at a zebra-striped pair of sunglasses.

"Dipper! Look at THESE!" Mabel practically screamed, turning to Dipper with the sunglasses on her face.

"They're, um, great, Mabel. You should get them."

Mabel huffed, clearly agitated at Dipper. She put them back down, and picked up a plain black one instead.

She put them on, and again asked, "How about these ones?"

Dipper could clearly sense the annoyance in her tone. He knew not to be so unenthusiastic this time, or he would definitely regret it.

"They're even better than the last ones, Mabel. You should really get them!"

Okay, he admitted, he made the ending a bit more fake than it should've been, but he didn't want to take his chances.

But instead of the happy Mabel Dipper expected, she seemed even more mad than she originally was.

"Dipper! You know I hate black! Do you even pay attention when I talk to you?"

Dipper winced, cursing at how stupid he was. He should've known she was testing him, she did this al-

Dipper's thoughts stopped dead in his tracks as he was tickled by his twin, who was punishing him for his ignorance.

"QUEEN MABEL'S WORST SENTENCE FOR ANY CRIME! DEEEAAATH! By tickling, of course," Mabel yelled, drawing a crowd and receiving the best eyeroll Dipper could muster.

Dipper tried escaping, but couldn't. He felt the eyes of strangers on him, and knew he had to get out of this.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry, Mabel," Dipper apologized between laughing spasms.

Mabel still didn't let up.

"You know to try better than that, Dipper. That's 3 disappointments in 2 minutes. No, make that four, because I'm disappointed in your face! Haha!"

Dipper wished he could reach out and sucker Mabel right in the chin, but found himself practically immobile due to the painful tickling from Mabel.

"Queen M-mabel, p-please forgive me for d-displeasing you," Dipper managed to spit out.

The next thing he knew, Mabel stopped the cruel punishment and offered a hand to Dipper, who accepted the offer.

"I would say I'm sorry, but.. I'm not!" Mabel gloated.

"You're only lucky I'm not going to punch you right now. Did you see the stares? We're 18 now, Mabel. Time to stop the childish acts all the time."

"You're just jealous, Dipper. Also, you're afraid of your reputation, which, by the way, is NONEXISTENT," Mabel retorted, walking down the corridor.

"Well, whatever. Can we just go back home now?" Dipper whined.

Mabel contemplated over this, and replied with "After you go buy me those zebra sunglasses."

Dipper glared, but accepted her request, because if he didn't, he knew they would never make it home.

XxXxXxXxX

The Pines twins sat at the table, eating their spaghetti with polite chit-chat about the day, but had yet to touch the subject they really had their minds on.

"So, Mabel. About tomorrow… do you really think this was the best idea?"

Mabel sighed, replying with "I don't know, Dipper. I feel like it was a great idea at the time, but now…"

Dipper knew the feeling. He definitely didn't want to end up like Gruncle Stan, flabby and drunk all the time, stuck in the same place…

"It's fine, Mabel. We saw stan run the place all the time. We'll be fine. I mean… there's two of us, right? So we can take more breaks. And it's not like it's permanent. We're just trying this out, so we don't have to be here forever."

The both of them had accepted to take over the Mystery Shack for Stan when he announced his retirement. At first it seemed like a great idea, but now the twins felt more nostalgic and hesitant about moving over 500 miles and leaving everything they had behind.

"You're probably right, Dipper. And if things go wrong, you're here, so I'm not that worried. You're pretty smart. Most of the time."

"Gee, Mabel, you sure keep your thoughts to yourself."

"Can't help it, Dipper. I'm still mad at you."

"Okay, okay. I guess I deserve it. I'll clean up our plates."

Dipper got up and grabbed his and Mabel's plates. As he was walking over to the sink,

his twin stopped him from behind with a hug.

T-thanks for coming here with me, Dipper. I don't know… what I would've done without you here. I've never been alone before…"

Dipper set down the plates on the counter and returned the hug.

"It's okay, Mabel. You know, I didn't know what I would do without you, either. I mean, what would I do when a psychopath threatened to end the world without you?"

Mabel chuckled. "Crash and burn, probably. Thanks, Dipper. I'm heading off to bed. Need anything?"

Dipper thought about it, and and shook his head.

"Nope. I'm good. See you tomorrow, sis."

"Night, Dip."

With that, Dipper turned back to do the dishes. As he was walking over, he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the color peeling off the wall.

Oh no. no, no, no, no, no. Not this. How is this even possible…? Wait, Mabel!

Dipper dropped the plates and sprinted over to Mabel, who had fallen to her knees in front of the entrance to her room.

"Mabel! Are you okay?" Dipper yelled.

He grabbed mabel by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet.

I swear, if Mabel's hurt, I'm going to-

"You'll what, Pine Tree? Hurt me? Haha! Love to see you try."

Dipper turned around, his face contorted into one of fear and disgust.

He saw what his brain couldn't believe.

Bill, floating in the air, right in front of him.

"Hey, kid! Miss me?"

This should be fun.

A/N: so? Was it as bad as you expected? Haha I'm funny. But yeah, I'll try uploading twice a month, hopefully more. But you know, I have a life and all. (Who am I even kidding there honestly). Thanks for reading anyway!