I do not own Gravity Falls or The Hunger Games series okay? I know it may not seem like a typical crossover, but I had to give it a try. It starts out in episode 9, "The Time Traveler's Pig" and I hope you guys like it and I keep things well crossed together. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
"Gimmie that!" Mabel said jumping at Dipper. "I need to get Waddles back! Pacifica won't treat him right!"
"No!" Dipper said holding the tape measure time machine out of her reach. "Do you really want Robbie to date Wendy?!"
"I don't care!" Mabel said. "Waddles was my soul mate!"
"You said that about a ball of yarn once!" Dipper said looking down at her from atop a totem pole. "Wendy is my soul mate! I can't lose her to Robbie. Aren't you the one who kept telling me to just go for it with her?"
Mabel had heard enough. She had to give up her soul mate Waddles so Dipper could be happy with Wendy. Now he was basically telling her that it was more important that he date Wendy than for Mabel to be friends with Waddles. It was something that Mabel did not want to say, in fear of hurting his feelings, but Mabel thought that at best Wendy saw Dipper as a friend and nothing more. She climbed atop the totem pole and grabbed ahold of the top of the tape measure and jumped down to the bottom of the pole.
"Don't let go Mabel!" Dipper yelled, seeing how much tape she had pulled.
"I'm going to do it!" Mabel yelled. She could not forgive Dipper for making her lose Waddles. She had nothing against helping Dipper but she could have just as easily won Waddles and then helped him win the stuffed creature for Wendy. Everyone would have been happy.
"Don't!" Dipper pleaded. He jumped down trying to catch the tape measure.
"Too late…" Mabel said letting go of the tape measure. A bright flash appeared, taking Dipper and Mabel forward in time to the future.
The next thing that Dipper and Mabel knew, they were about 250 years in the future. "When are we?" He asked.
"Whenever it is, you are not dating Wendy." Mabel said with an angry sulk sitting down on a rock.
Dipper just ignored Mabel's anger towards him, knowing deep down that he partially deserved some of her rage towards him and looked around for some clues as to when they were in time. It looked like a future version of Gravity Falls, judging by the trees. "That totem pole is really weathered…" Dipper said aloud. "Well, let's see if we can find the Shack, Mabel."
"Fine. Seems as good an idea as any." Mabel said. The path to the Mystery Shack looked a lot like it normally did to the sides of the pathway. Dipper looked down and saw that since they had traveled forward in time that the trail was no longer just an old dirt pathway; someone had laid down a brick pathway. However, that seemed to be a while before they arrived because there was moss growing in between the mortar and the cracks in the brick. It almost reminded Dipper of seeing a brick roadway that had been laid down nearly 200 years before. Things were not quite right. Dipper knew that they had traveled in time but how far, he was not sure. He looked down at the tape measure and flicked the forward/reverse switch back and forth, and a feeling of dread fell over him. Something was telling him that the time machine was broken.
"I think we have a problem Mabel…" Dipper said looking at the tape measure time machine.
"Yeah, I don't remember the Shack being so nice looking…" Mabel said pointing up at the new and improved Mystery Shack.
Dipper looked up and saw the Mystery Shack was no longer a dilated rustic tourist trap with the "S" in shack falling down in the slightest breeze, but it was now a brick two story building with an elegant sign out front where "Mystery Shack est. 1990" was carved into the painted wood. A small banner that read, "Now celebrating 250 years" was nailed to the wood. Dipper looked at the flag pole and knew that there was something wrong; they were two flags different than what he knew. Stan had put the American flag and the flag of the state of Oregon below the American flag. However, there was a flag of this new nation called Panem where the United States flag was and where the Oregon state flag was, there was a flag that said District 7 on it.
"I think we are not in Oregon anymore, or it's not called Oregon anymore…" Dipper said.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Mabel asked.
"Look at those flags, last we knew them, they were flags of the United States and of Oregon." Dipper explained.
"Panem?" Mabel read. "District 7?" She looked from the flags back to the new and improved Shack. "You notice how much the Shack has actually improved over the years?"
"Yeah." Dipper said. "Let's go in and see if we can find some help."
Dipper and Mabel walked into the Shack hearing a pleasant ring behind them. The Shack had the old theme of mysterious phenomenon with the old standbys like "Rock That Looks like a Face Rock" and the "Sascrotch" and many new items from the last time they were in the Mystery Shack. However there first story was now a gift shop with half of the space devoted to the history of the Mystery Shack and its involvement in the Rebellion that created the Hunger Games and how it served the Gravity Falls community in all the times of hardship in its life. Dipper and Mabel looked at the wall with wonder. It was nearly 250 years of newspaper clippings pertaining to the Shack.
"Dipper…look!" Mabel said pointing to an article about their disappearance. "Grunkle Stan actually offered a hefty reward for information about our 'disappearance' He really did care."
"Wow." Dipper said. He had known his Great Uncle to be a cheap skinflint of a man that would have him dress up like a wolf-boy to make a buck. He never imagined that Stan would offer as much as the article said he did. He read on in some of the articles. "Looks like after Grunkle Stan passed Soos and Wendy took over."
Overhearing this, the current owner came over to them. "Yeah, Wendy Corduroy was my ancestor. In keeping to the girl power tradition she passed her name on the family line. The Mystery Shack has been in the Corduroy family for nearly 3 centur-OH MY GOD!" A 30 year old red-headed woman yelled. Running to the windows to close the curtains so no one would see, she ran back over to Dipper and Mabel and whispered, "You are Dipper and Mabel Pines right? Founder Stan Pines' great niece and nephew, correct?"
"Yeah." Dipper and Mabel said.
"So Soos's weird theory was right…" the woman said.
"Why would you think we would still be alive?" Dipper asked. "What theory are you talking about? Who are you?"
"I'm Sequoia Corduroy, Wendy Corduroy's descendant. Okay, to answer your questions, Soos theorized you two were captured and taken forward in time by as he said, 'Some paranormal thingum'." She said.
"Well he was right." Mabel said. "Only our paranormal thingum is broken now."
"We'll get to what I can do about that but I have to fill you in on the past 250 years." Sequoia said. "And like you read, Stan Pines passed on; he left the Shack to Wendy who kept it in her family. Soon after Stan's death, America collapsed and eventually reformed after years of civil war as the nation of Panem. Luckily my great-great grandmother was able to keep this place from being destroyed by the Capitol because she used this place as an emergency hospital until the country could be rebuilt. We will be busy again in a few weeks though…" Sequoia added on as an afterthought.
"Why? Some holiday?" Mabel asked hoping it would be a fun celebration like Summerween.
"You could say that in a bizarre way…" Sequoia said. "It will be the Reaping; where District 7's Tributes for the Hunger Games will be chosen. How old are you two again?"
"Twelve." Dipper and Mabel said.
"Oh god no…" Sequoia said, entering a panicky state that was out of pace with her usual self. She placed her face in her hands. "…I lost my little sister in the Games… well that was before our new mentors but still…against Careers…."
"What is wrong? What are you talking about?" Dipper asked weirded out.
"Twelve is the youngest age someone can be Reaped in the Hunger Games. Your odds will be slim; you are 12 years old and will only have one entry and you won't need to sign up for tesserae as I make enough money to support you two. I can't hide you though. You will be seen as cousins of mine I have to take care of, but Mayor Raul Northwest is really strict and Head Peacekeeper Delilah Gleeful will make sure to it that all 12 year olds are entered. She hates the Corduroy family after Gideon Gleeful, her ancestor failed to get the Shack after Stan died." Sequoia said.
"What are the Hunger Games?" Mabel asked in fear. She could tell by the way Sequoia was talking after she mentioned it that whatever it was, it could not be good.
"A fight to the death that only one Tribute in Panem can win. One boy and one girl from each of the 12 districts in Panem are entered and they have to fight each other until one is left alive." Sequoia said.
"Give me that time machine!" Mabel panicked. She took the tape measure from Dipper and pulled it to a matching length before they went back in time and pressed the reverse button. She let go with a deep look of apology to Dipper on her face. The end of the tape measure went back into the time machine. Mabel stared at it with bated breath, but nothing happened. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Oh don't worry." Sequoia said. "I have some friends in District 3 who are technology experts who help me make my exhibits. We will get this fixed by this time next year at least. Besides the odds are that neither of you will be picked. I mean you would have only one entry and many of the kids in District 7 have on average about 36 entries."
Mabel sat down and looked upon the wax model of Grunkle Stan that she had made so long ago. Someone had put the head back on it seemed. She pulled her sweater over her head and entered "Sweatertown". She was as guilty as Dipper was when it came to them being in the mess they were in. If she hadn't gotten so angry and irrational, they would not be 250 years in the future praying their luck would hold out and Sequoia's friends in District 3, or what they knew in their time as Silicon Valley, could fix something from the year 207012. Dipper came and sat down beside Mabel and gave her a hug. At the feeling of her brother's affection, she began to cry. "I'm sorry Dipper."
"I should be sorry." Dipper said. "I wanted to impress Wendy so much that I never thought of your feelings. Waddles may have been a pig but I should have seen that he meant so much more to you."
"Well, like Sequoia said, we will only have one entry each in thousands of entries. There are many more kids in District 7, and the older kids do have more entries…" Mabel said poking her head out of Sweatertown, trying to comfort herself and Dipper.
"That's true Mabel." Dipper said giving Mabel a hug. "Sequoia is also going to show us how to handle axes like many of the other kids our age here. Just in case."
"That's good." Mabel said; fear still strong in her voice.
"Let's see what became of our old room huh?" Dipper suggested leading Mabel from the museum part of the Mystery Shack to the gift shop counter where Sequoia was finishing the day's tally.
"I overheard you two talking and Stan's old house is structurally how he left it. Wendy just loved the windows." Sequoia said pointing them up the way.
Dipper and Mabel walked the familiar steps up to their old bedroom. Apparently, the owners of the Shack after Stan didn't make the house a marvel of decorative beauty but kept its old rustic charm with slight updates for the times. The doorknob had a thick layer of dust on it that Mabel brushed off as she turned the knob. On the beds were notes and notes of information as to where Dipper and Mabel might have been. It was this that made them realize that while he didn't show it; they were his whole world and he dedicated his remaining days to trying to find them. Dipper headed over to the bookcase to find that the old book he had with him with the number three in the hand was still on the bookshelf. He kicked it down and opened it trying to find if there was a supernatural way for them to get home before the Reaping. Mabel just moved the notes on her bed, curled up and went to sleep.
Over the next few weeks, Sequoia taught Dipper and Mabel the finer arts of lumberjacking that could be applied to the Games if they were chosen. While Dipper could barely get ahold of the ax properly, Mabel seemed like (Much to Dipper's surprise and fear) to have a natural ability to throw axes accurately with a force that did not seem to match her size. Dipper just kept to reading his book trying to find any answers he could before the Reaping. The days and weeks seemed to pass by faster than any of them had ever known. When you are dreading something, it seems that time has a way of going at just the speed you don't need. Soon the day of the Reaping came, and all of District 7 was required to show up at the Justice Building. Sequoia led them along with a stern look on her face. Just like Dipper and Mabel, she kept reassuring herself that the odds were against them and that they were safe. Dipper and Mabel were escorted to the back of the crowd of girls and boys. Dipper kept a tough yet stern face on, that showed a few cracks of fear but Mabel could not take it anymore. She was crying and fear coming out of every pore of her body. She had never felt so alone in her life. She was separated from her twin brother when she needed him the most. Not caring how the other girls looked at her, Mabel sat down and rocked back and forth pulling her sweater above her knees.
"It'll be okay." A blonde girl said putting her hand on Mabel's shoulder.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Maple Northwest, the mayor's daughter. It's my 12th birthday, so I am entered. You only have one entry right?" Maple said.
"Yes…" Mabel said. "Your name sounds like mine. Mabel, Maple." She laughed for the first time in weeks.
"My sister Hemlock is 18 and has more chance than we do. I saved my allowance so I can send her sponsors if she gets picked." Maple said.
"That's sweet." Mabel said. "You any relation to Pacifica Northwest?"
"Yeah, she was my ancestor." Maple said.
"Well you are nothing like her." Mabel said. "I read she was a jerk." She added. Sequoia had warned them not to speak of the fact they were from the past. "I am worried for my twin brother Dipper though, the other boys will mess him up."
"Does he have as many entries as you?" Maple asked.
"Yes." Mabel said.
"Then there is little to worry about. The older boys actually volunteer for this some years." Maple said.
Maple Northwest's father Raul stepped up on stage while Delilah Gleeful, the head Peacekeeper for District 7 looked over with a stern look on her face. A tomboyish girl looked over the crowd with disdain. She was a previous Victor named Johanna Mason and was there to help the new Tributes get the hang of the games and the Capitol showmanship so they could get more and more sponsors. This was her first year of being a Mentor and she did not look like she wanted the job at all. The clock, which in District 7 was a carved Redwood tree with a clock in it, bong 2 and the Reaping was to begin. Mayor Raul Northwest began a speech about the history of the Games and Panem and a brief explanation of the rules of the Games.
"It is a time for both repentance and thanks." The Mayor said. "Now let's celebrate last year's Victor and new District 7 Mentor, Johanna Mason!" Johanna waved politely and sat back down. "Now give a round of applause to District 7's guide, "Muffie Stuffins!" and a woman with a pine tree for hair got up and waved.
"Happy Hunger Games!" Muffie said. "Now let us get to it, and choose this year's Tributes." She walked over to a bowl with names of the girls of District 7 in them, "And as tradition says, ladies first." She put her hand in the bowl as her fake plastic nails that looked more like pine cones than fingernails dug deep and shuffled around until she had one name. "Oooooooh, this is a cute name. Mabel Pines!"
"Damnit!" Sequoia yelled at the top of her lungs. A few of the adults looked back at her, but just assumed she lost a bet on who would be the female Tribute.
Mabel gulped. Just as she was making friends, she is called to fight. She stood frozen in place when Maple Northwest whispered to her, "You have to go on stage. Don't worry; I'll use mine and my sister's savings to send you the best gifts in the arena."
"Thank you." Mabel said as he legs moved almost automatically up towards the stage as she looked around in fear, with all the teenagers of District 7 staring at her Dipper shoved his way to the front of the lines of boys calling her name.
"Mabel! Mabel!" Dipper said. He knew he was going to have to go into the arena, if for no other reason to make sure Mabel was able to make it out of the Games alive. If she could, she could get the time machine fixed, go back and then stop the fight from happening in the first place. However he had only one entry and knew that the odds were against him to be picked.
"Can a guy volunteer to go in?" Dipper asked the nearest boy.
"Yeah. Why you would want to though, I don't know." He said.
"Don't worry girl, I'll tell you how to make it. You remind me of me last year." Johanna whispered when Mabel climbed the stage.
"Now that the girl Tribute is here, time to pick the boy's!" Muffie said, but before she could put her pine cone nails in the bowl, Dipper jumped out of the line and called out to her.
"Hey! Creepy tree lady!" Dipper said as Delilah Gleeful pointed her gun at him. Ignoring the threatening descendant of Gideon Gleeful, he went on. "I, Dipper Pines volunteer to be the male Tribute with my sister!"
"Well, doesn't this make things interesting..." Raul Northwest said.
Well how was that? Good? Bad? An annoying cliffhanger? Let me know in a review. I cannot say that the next chapters will be this long, but you had to know how they get there, so that would make things longer. Anyway, I am working on some of my other stories now but if I find people really like this I will put this up sooner. In the meantime why not check out some of my other stories. I have a few Gravity Falls and a few Hunger Games oneshots as well as many other fics. Well shameless self-promotion aside, remember to read, (well you just did) and review. Ciao for now
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