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Prompt: Meet the Parents

The calm green grass glistened with dew in the early morning as Wendy rushed to the car. The sun softly shone across the planes as Wendy rushed away towards an empty car, hot-wiring equipment in hand, and one thing, or rather, one person, on her mind. Sunlight drifted through the trees as she hurried herself, directionally bound towards one place. SHe opened the car door, sat down, and took a breath of fresh, Gravity Falls air.

Wendy's foot pressed down hard. She wouldn't handle this. She was getting there. This was starting to get embarrassing, and she's wrestled HERSELF. She needs to get to California, like ASAP.

The muddy, rust-red machine roared off into the distance, leaving a very confused pair of officers wondering what just happened, before they returned to their maze. Police in Gravity Falls wasn't getting any dumber since Weirdmageddon. It was just getting bigger.

"I can't be late. I won't be late. Not this time." Wendy stated to herself. She will NOT be late. She was convinced of that. She had to hotwire this car just so she could get to him.

The roads of traffic cleared as she sped past every car she saw in an attempt to move to Piedmont. She will not be late. She'd turned her friend down too many times, she wasn't abandoning him like others have before her. Not now, not ever. Time flew by as she forced the stolen, dusty car to it's limits.

Unfortunately, the stolen car wasn't very quick. It was almost on it's last legs, puffing smoke from the abuse Wendy was giving it.

At around this time, Dipper abruptly woke up on the plain couch, returning to the blank slate of emotion he had become. These repetitive nightmares were only getting worst, and he needed someone to help him who was actually around. Wendy was in Gravity Falls, Mabel was somewhere else, something about a wedding last he heard, and his parents… we don't talk about what happened to his parents. His mind had become a shell of it's former self, shattered and with no will to survive anymore. His body had become a shell of his former self, thinned with malnutrition and showing bone. He had become a shell of his former self, no longer the bubbly, nervous personality he was all those years ago..

Dipper looked towards the beige clock. It was 6:18 pm. Time to wake up and get up. Dipper remained still. The room, a bland creation of his own, with thin roof and even thinner walls, reflecting his current personality. A fragile, half-broken mess of a life, with all its potential dumped and replaced with the nihilistic look of patiently waiting for death. As usual since the event.

Then he saw the date, and got up from the damp couch in a half rush. Wendy would be meeting his parents in about three quarters of an hour, and needed to be ready for the four of them.

He stood up, reached out to the pile of clothes that stored his current outfit, put on the clothes he had left for himself, and stepped out of the door, trapper hat remaining on his head, blocking none of the harsh sun from the bagged eyes blankly staring at all the world. The harsh sun blasted at his face as he left the building, reminding him of the evil Mabel land. He looked forward and saw a sight to behold: Wendy right outside his house with a look of speechlessness. She was looking at him, almost expecting someone else to be there rather than this man.

Wendy look across the street, and couldn't believe what she say. Dipper needed her years ago, she thought. Dipper's back was slouched, his eyes displayed bags larger than humanly possible, his facial hair had grown rough and uneven. Was this her fault for not calling him? Where was the Dipper that would have been excited to show his parents the redheaded lumberjill who helped him survive his first summer in Gravity Falls? What causes this emotional crumble?

"D-dipper?"

"Don't stare. He's watching."

"Who is?"

"Can't you see him?"

"No… "

"Look, right where I'm pointing. The guy in the alley next to Sales Land. See him?"

"Yeah…"

"He's just been…. Watching me. Ever since I got back here."

"Huh."

"It's, uh, good to see you."

"What happened, man?"

"Long story. Not now, he's watching. Let's just go already. I don't want to waste time. Tight schedule."

"Dipper, this is your parents we're talking about. I don't think they want to see you for as short a time as you can make it.

"They will now. They must hate me after what happened."

"Want to talk about it?"

"After I introduce you to them."

"Dipper, you don't have a schedule. You never had. You've always made the plan whenever the situation arose."

"So do you, now.. Look where that got you. A proper job, respect, etc. Look where I am. Alone, depressed, traumatised." DIpper took a shaky breath. "I don't know if I can live with this. Not properly."

Silence.

"Dipper, when was your last conversation with an actual person?"

Silence.

The two walked towards the cemetery, with Dipper saying it's near where his parents lived, and that they lived "just this way". Apparently Dipper moved out to the horror he was living in at the moment. It even was his choice, but he didn't give a reason why..

Then they stopped in the middle of the field of death.

In front of the two were a pair of stones, with inscriptions of "Here lies Jason Ritter Pines and Kristen Scaal Pines. Rest in piece."

She had intended to meet Dipper's parents. But not like this. Had they seriously died? That was rough. Abandonment by many of his friends and his own sister, death of his parents, Weirdmageddon, Dipper wasn't having a good time.

"Want to talk about it now?"

"Fine…." Dipper murmured, looking downwards, almost as if he was embarrassed to tell the redheaded dream the story that broke him completely. "This isn't what you intended to see when you came to visit my parents, isn't it?" he said as the sun set in front of them, the golden hour showing its true colours on the now blossoming conversation.