Dipper Pines thought life was going to be easy at this point, that his thirst for knowledge would pay off and finding a job would be easy now that he graduated with several degrees under his belt... Wrong. Raking his finger through his brown locks, he sat down with a letter in his hand. His pale white skin clammy from the nervous anxiety he felt, he was never good with these things. His light brown eyes flicking over the envelope before ripping it open. Dipper held a breath, pulling it from the envelope and scanning the page, carefully reading the contents.
"Mr. Pines,
We regret to inform you that-"
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Dipper stopped reading, and rubbed his hand over his face as he stared at the letter in his hand. He wasn't aware that being 'Over Qualified' was a problem he face when he decided to go college, when he decided you couldn't learn enough. Knowledge is key, you would be considered for any job. Well he was finding out how wrong that was, and now he was about to do something he didn't want to do. Call Mabel. There were several reasons why did really didn't want to do that; One she owned her own business and he wanted to give her space to do as she pleased with it, Two he didn't want her knowing or thinking he failed. He looked around his already packed up dorm room, and groaned. He had everything planned out; he was going to graduate, find a job, move into his own apartment, and everything was going to be great. But here he was, with thirty rejection letters, sulking about what he was about to sighed as he pulled out his phone, and dialed her number.
"Hey Bro-bro, how's it hanging?" she asked, her voice as cheery as ever.
"Hey Mabes... I've been wondering if you could do me a favor?"
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After Dipper had called Mabel a few months ago, she demanded he move back to Gravity Falls and work for her. Due to his twin apparently going through 'Twin Withdrawals' he was weaseled into becoming her roommate as well. Grunkle Stan and Ford came to visit the shop every once in awhile to see how they were doing, considering they were like older mens children. After their parents die in a fatal car accident, they got to choose who they lived with- and hands down they decided Stan and Ford. They didn't really know anyone else in their family, so it was the only logical choice.
The Craft Shack was a lot like the Mystery Shack, only being decked out in posters, glitter, and basically anything Mabel felt that made the building at home. Though rather than it being in the woods, it was on a street corner. It was weird coming back home to find that the town grew a large amount, considering it was originally a tenth the size it was now. Towards the outskirts of town still stayed the same with the old diner and lumber jacks, but most of the town was sky scrapers and a industrialized setting. It was nice. Weird, but nice.
Dipper stood manning the counter, while Mabel was check inventory. It was interesting to say the least how working with his sister was, and it wasn't a bad thing neither. She had been trying to get him a girlfriend for awhile at first when he moved back, every attempt failing. Not for nothing, but he really didn't want to date anyone at the moment. It was kind of like her trying to help him get his dream job. Dipper sighed, remembering how Mabel had been trying to get him to apply for the companies in town. He wanted to, but something was holding him back. He rung up a few people before the pone began to ring, picking it up.
"Hello, this is The Craft Shack how-" before Dipper could finish the slogan, a cranky voice cut him off.
"Is a Mr. Dipper Pines there?" Dipper blinked, why would they want him?
"Oh, um, this is he- How may I help you?" he asked politely, and he heard the woman sigh.
"We received your application you sent to MS Inc. and you've been selected for a interview this afternoon around two o'clock sharp." Dipper froze. Application? Interview? He didn't send in a application. Then he turned his head to see his twin sister, on the other phone listening in on the conversation, smiling.
"Yes ma'am, I'll be there thank you for the opportunity!" he quickly said before clicking it back down onto the receiver, snapping his head over to look at Mabel and narrowing his eyes.
"I have a job interview... for MS Inc, a company I have no idea existed. Mind to tell me why that is?" Mabel smirked, and waved a resume as well as a outfit for him to change into.
"Dippin' Sauce, you've been depressed for months, and it's about high time you found the job of your dreams!" her excited declaration had Dipper pinching the bridge of his nose, and mumbling to himself.
"What is the position you applied for me to take?" Dipper hoped she did put something that he did have knowledge about.
"Dippin' Dots ye have little faith. The job is 'IT assistant' which matched what one of those degrees you have. I also wrote a letter of recommendation for you, sending it straight to the company head!" she squealed as she shoved the clothes and resume into Dippers arms. "Now hurry up and get dressed, it's about to be two and they like you to be punctual." before Dipper could protest, he was shoved into the bathroom, dressed, and pulled into his sisters car and driven to a Huge office building he'd never seen since before he left. To be honest, this part of town didn't exist before he went to college. He felt a rush of embarrassment as he looked at himself then at everyone entering the building. Everyone was wearing a suit, or pencil skirts, rushing to get to their work stations. He on the other hand was dressed in a forest green collar shirt, black dress pants, black loafers, black tie with a pine tree pin clicked in, and his sister at some point replaced his signature trucker hat with a dark gray fedora. He looked at his watch, 1:57. he rushed into the building.
Looking around Dipper was quickly finding out about how out of place he felt. Everyone wore black, white, or gray. The building was a impressive size, and had a sleek modern look everywhere. Everyone was swiping key cards to get into the main building behind a woman at the font desk, who was typing swiftly and picking up the phone as calls were being made. He quickly walked up, and tried to keep his cool as the woman in front of him looked up at him.
"Hello, I'm Dipper Pines and I had a-" before he could finish she smiled, and stood up and cut him off with her own words.
"Ah- yes. Mr. Pines, We've been waiting- you're right on time. Recently a great deal of people decided to leave us, so our usual interviewers are no longer here. Our CEO Mr. Cipher will be giving you your interview today, if you please follow me!" She started walking off to one of the doors and swiped a key, leading Dipper through the door to a hall of elevators. They entered one, and she pressed the top button with a gold triangle- making their way up. Dipper was nervous, he was going to be talking to the CEO.
"Any advice?" he asked, the woman's smiled softly.
"Just be honest, he can read people very well." he gulped and nodded, and jumped when the elevator dinged. They stepped out into a hallway that was empty, and a small receptionist area that was empty. The door to the main office was open and there stood a tall slender man. He was slightly tan, his blonde hair styled to where his bangs were long and swiped to the side covering his right eye. The short part on the sides and black obviously dye black. He wore mostly black, except for the golden collar shirt. Black bow tie, vest, pants, and dress shoes; even black gloves. He was dressed very dapper, but at the same time had a serious expression. His typing way to fast for it to be natural, and immediately stopped once the woman gave a soft knock. He looked up, and raised a brow, the woman motioning to the other to step forward.
"Mr. Cipher, Mr. Pines is here for his interview." The man shifted to reveal a eye patch under the bangs, and gave a million dollar smile.
"Ah- yes, Mr. Pines. Please have a seat. I'm sorry, I'm actually unprepared for this, I wasn't originally conducting this interview so I don't have your resume handy." Dipper sat down, and held up his copy of the resume his sister gave him.
"It's alright Sir, you're a busy man, and I happened to bring a copy with me." the man looked shocked, and took the papers from the Burnett, thumbing through them. He scanned them, he expression dead as to not give away how this interview was going to go.
"Well Mr. Pines- why did you chose MS Inc?" he asked, looking up into Dippers eyes.
"Um- well. To be honest with you, my sister sent my application in; I had just found out about this interview a few hours ago..." the older man raised a brow, but nodded.
"I see here that you are qualified for any position I have here. I see here you wanted one of the IT positions, but do you mind if I place you somewhere I think you're more suited?" Dipper shook his head.
"No sir, at this point I would love just to have a job." Mr. Cipher smirked and stood up.
"Well Mr. Pines I'm going to stick you as one of the coordinators in training, really I'm trying to fine someone who would be perfect for the job. You and five other people, will be competing for the position." Dipper nodded, and was about to leave when Mr. Cipher stopped him.
"Mr. Pines, I still have something I need to give to you." He pulled out a key card, and handed it to the other. The key card was clear, but it had a golden triangle in the middle, the magnetic strip showing up blue through the transparent plastic.
"Thank you sir-" he flushed as the blonde man looked up, and smiled.
"I expect to see you here first thing six o'clock tomorrow morning, meet me outside this office." Dipper nodded, and slowly turned to leave; only to see the taller man following close behind him. They both entered the elevator, and Mr. Cipher pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator ride was silent, and awkward. He jumped at the sound of the ding again, the other man snickering. As Dipper exited the elevator and out the door to the main building he was in the lobby again, and Mr. Cipher bee lined to speak with the secretary. Dipper was about the step foot out of the building, when the woman from before stopped him.
"Mr. Pines, I was requested by Mr. Cipher to give you this company tablet- and I hope your first day of work is great." Dipper blushed and nodded, leaving the building and saw his sister Mabel waiting for him. Waiting for the news.
"I got the job." he said, Mabel pulled Dipper into a strong embrace, and cheered.
"We're going over to the Grunkles and throwing you a party!" Dipper smiled, and followed his sister. He really needed to thank her later. They drove to the Mystery Shack, where Stan and Ford were setting up food and whatever else they could think of in celebration. Grenda, Candy, Wendy, and Pacifica helping as well as chatting. He remember when he had a crush on Wendy, now she was married with kids and every happy. Grenda and Candy he wasn't so sure they were just friends or really close. Then there was the interesting development with Pacifica and Mabel he didn't know about. They seemed close. Too close for it to be normal, but soon pushed it out of his mind when Stan walked up to him and patted his shoulder.
"Congrats Dippy on the job- I know you'll do great." Dipper smiled, and hugged his great uncle.
It wasn't a hour into the party that Dipper decided to leave, heading to the apartment that Mabel and himself shared. It was average sized, plain walls and shelves, neither one really there long enough to actually warrant decorating. Mabel lived at the shop more the being at home, and he himself often either working for Mabel or walking late into the woods. He threw his keys onto the key hook on the wall and slipped his shoes off placing them next the the entrance. He walked to his room, and grabbed a towel. Sauntering off the the shower, he quickly stripped then stepped into the cold surface of the shower. Turning the hot water on, and pulling up to activate the spray he let the water wash over him as he scrubbed everywhere. Soapy suds covering his body when he heard his phone go off, shutting off the spray and picking it up without checking the caller ID.
"Hello?" he heard familiar giggling on the line, before hearing Mabel actually speak up.
"Hey- Dipping Sauce. I'm going over to my, um, Pacifica's house to spend the night." he heard said other girl giggling along side his sister and he sighed.
"Sure thing Mabes, thanks for letting me know, you have fun." he hung up and threw his phone on the bed before leaving to actually finish drying off in his room. He pulled on a change of boxers and crawled into bed, setting his alarm before nodding off into a dreamless sleep.