Hey guys, sorry for waiting so long to getting around to publishing this! Naturally, this is just the beginning of what this story will become in the future. This is designed to be a little bit of fluffy dipcifica, though that doesn't mean there won't be plot. Please feel free to critique and review guys!
It had been only a few months since the summer ended, but Dipper couldn't have been more excited to be coming back to Gravity Falls for Christmas. It had taken quite a bit of talking with his parents, and an incessant amount of excited cheers from Mabel afterwards, to get the Mystery Twins on a bus heading back to the Mystery Shack. On the seat next to him, Mabel had spread out, happily snoring. Dipper had, on the other hand, spent most of the trip writing in his new notebook. The bus was well on its path towards the epitome of weirdness.
The last few months at school had been, well, mundane. It was hard for Dipper to just going back to normal life after weirdmageddon. The adventure of the previous summer had left him craving for more.
The bus rolled to a stop outside of Gravity Falls, jolting Dipper out of his thoughts, and Mabel out of her nap. Waddles looked up at the two expectantly, and soon enough, the twins were disembarking to the now snow covered Mystery Shack. Stan and Ford had agreed to come home for the Holidays, so it was the the pair of Grunkles and Soos that greeted them from the porch.
Within moments of disembarking from the bus, Mabel ran towards them.
"Grunkle Stan! Ford! It's been so long!" She pounced onto Stan, giving him a large hug.
Stan smiled, "Yeah, it really has," he said, "I lost my free labor for three months!"
Dipper began walking over, giving Soos a fist bump. "It's good to see you man"
Soos grinned and chipped into the conversation, "What're you talkin' about Stan? You've been out at sea since they left!"
This brought laughter amongst the entire group, and Ford coughed lightly, claiming the group's attention.
"As much as I love seeing you two again, could we head inside? The climate change from tropics to winter has got my bones aching"
Stan laughed, "Gee, and I thought I was the older one!"
Soon enough, everyone was sitting together in the living room, cocoa in hand, though Dipper was pretty sure Stan's was "cocoa". It was comfortable, and felt like home for him. It appeared that someone had even picked up a tree, decorating it with different pieces of the attractions in the Mystery Shack. It looked like Ford had helped, based on the Edison Style bulbs hanging on it.
Mabel gasped: "Oh! I almost forgot! I have early christmas presents for each of you!"
She ran out of the room, the sound of her clomping up the stairs resonating throughout the house.
"So," started Ford, "anything.. Interesting happen in Piedmont?"
Dipper sighed, "No, not anything. Honestly, I really wish something would."
Ford smiled, "Well, that's too bad. But never forget, the weirdness can be found anywhere. Maybe not to the same concentration as here, or the bermuda Triangle for that matter.."
"You actually got around to going to the Bermuda Triangle?" Dipper asked.
Stan sighed, "almost died from that Serpent though.." he shot an accusing glare and Ford.
"Hey, it didn't look that large on the surface!" Ford quipped in reply.
"Well, what was it like?" asked Dipper. He took a sip of his cocoa
Ford leaned back into the chair, Stan cracked his neck and grumbled about stupid sea snakes. "Well, it at the end of August when I saw what appeared to be a lamp protruding from the ocean itself.."
Soon after, Mabel came into the living room once again to find Ford upon a chair, one leg standing on the back of it.
"So, using the the molecular destabilizer Fiddleford built into the Stan O' War II, we were able to scare it away the beast. I was only able to make a quick sketch of the creature, and hope to someday see that magnificent serpent once again." He sat back down in the chair, "Based on it's apparent body structure and elemental prowess, I wonder if the beast had any relation to the Chinese dragons of old.."
"Did I miss something?" Everyone's eyes landed on mabel, standing in the doorway with what appeared to be a mound of colored yarn in her Arms, "I was able to finally find them all!"
She walked around the room, handing what was now availible seen as sweaters to each person in the room. "Ta dah! Christmas sweaters!" She set off a small confetti popper.
Each sweater was emblazoned with a different symbol, Dipper's a classic pine tree on a white background, Ford's bearing his customary six fingered hand. Soos's though had the likeness of Stan's old fez.
"Hey, what're you tryin' to say kid?" Stan held up his, bearing the words 'grumpy grunkle' in a heinous yellow. The others all chuckled at that.
"It signifies the fact that even though you're grouchy, we still love you" Mabel poked his nose
"Ugh, all this sappy stuff is gonna make me have an allergic reaction" Stan punctuated his words with a sneeze, "Or maybe it's just all of this yarn"
Ford glanced at his. "Thank you Mabel, this is very suiting" He smiled
It was about this point when waddles walked into the room, wearing a red and green sweater, with candy canes on it. He snuffled it, trying to eat the fabric food off of the garment.
Dipper sighed contently. This is what he was missing. It wasn't just the wierdness of the world, he missed the weirdness of his pseudo family that he had come to care about so much. It was just.. Nice to be back.
His hands tightened around his mug, a hard look flashed across his features.
This is only for maybe two weeks..
"Why the long face Dipdop?" Mabel gave him a weird look, adding the eighth candy cane to her brimming cup of cocoa.
He gave a reassuring smile. "Nothing, don't worry Mabel," he took another sip of his cocoa, "Just some stray thoughts caught up with me, you know.."
Ford gave dipper a sympathetic look.
The rest of their first day went by quickly, the twins unpacked into the attic, in all of its drafty, creaky glory. They enjoyed a dinner with their family in the Falls, in the process learning that Melody was going to be trying to come up to visit Soos for Christmas.
Mabel could barely contain her excitement.
"So you two are still going steady then?"
Soos smiled, "Yeah dawg, and I know I'm not supposed to say this, but she is bringing along a pet that should make some of you smile"
Dipper glanced up the notebook he had been doodling in.
"What kind of pet is it?" He asked.
Soos winked at the two of them. "You'll have to see for yourselves when she gets here"
Hm, Dipper thought, For the first time in his life, Soos is actually keeping a secret. Wonder how long that'll last.
After a few episodes of Ducktective and chatting in the livingroom, the long day was finally catching up with Dipper.
He yawned and stretched his back.
"Well, I think I'm gonna head to bed, it really is good to be back.."
With a dismissing wave from Stan, Dipper trekked upstairs into the Attic, and laid down. He was tired, so tired in fact that he forgot to pull on his pajamas, and just crawled under the covers. As he was starting to doze off, his Cell buzzed.
"Shit" He muttered under his breath.
He had forgotten that he was supposed to text his mom when they had arrived. She was probably worried quite a bit about the two. He flipped open his phone to see the message from his mom.
"Did you guys get there okay? No evil Doritos this time? :P" Read her message.
"Ha ha, very funny. Yeah, sorry I forgot to call you"
He slapped his forehead. When they had gotten back, Mabel had went on and on about their adventures. Luckily enough, his parents had just assumed it was them still playing imaginary games in the woods.
After only a few seconds, his phone lit up with a reply.
"Don't worry about it, though try to remember in the future. You know that the main reason we got you and Mabel phones for your birthday was for better communication"
"Yeah, again, really sorry. Just lost track of time around Grunkle Stan. Hey, I was just about to go to bed, so I'll probably go now. Goodnight Mom xo"
He waited for her reply in amiable silence. He liked to think he had a good relationship with his parents. They didn't worry too much about him, nor did they have the time. Between keeping Mabel in check and their Jobs, the Pines of Piedmont were a busy couple. Her reply came quick enough.
"Alright, alright, geez. Just don't go shirking your responsibility young man! Sleep well, don't let the monsters bite xx"
After reading her reply, he slipped his phone under his pillow, and dozed off.