Summary:

Dipper glared at the offered hand he knew better than to make a deal with a dream demon, especially when that demon wanted nothing in return, but he had no choice.
Dipper turned his glare to the being's face as the lava surrounding them crept closer any chance of escaping had long since passed.
"Either you shake my hand Pinetree or you burn and trust me you don't want to burn."
Growling Dipper grabbed the hand and shook. A flash of white light and they were standing in the jungle still in sight of the Aztec temple that tried to roast him.
Turning to his companion Dipper snarled, "Don't ever call me Pinetree again."

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The bus came to a screeching halt, jolting its only passenger. He slowly stood from the backseat his calloused fingers wrapped around the straps of an old beat up brown-pack.

He moved up the aisle eyes fixed to the ground, steel-toe boots thudding against the metal floor. Only one pock of his cargo pants held anything, rather unusual for him. Navy blue shirt was covered by a plaid button up, that was not the only thing the red plaid was covering. He had a round youthful face, the kind that would get him I.D. well into his thirties. Curly brown hair that was a little too long over his ears, mostly hidden under a fraying blue and white cap.

Dipper slowly came to a stop, between the windows, effectively blocking the view of himself from the outside. It would be the first time, in two years, he's returned to Gravity Falls, he hadn't seen his sister, his great uncles, he hadn't even stepped foot in the U.S. during that time.

"Can't do this," he softly whispered. Soft hands wrapped around his shoulder, as warm breath ghosted across his ear.

"Come on Big Bear, you have faced a lot worse than your family." Dipper felt the invisible force shift from behind him to in front, hands gliding from his shoulder to his face, moving it from looking down to looking into unseen eyes. Dipper grasped at his chest fingers curling into his shirt.

"You best get moving, or Mabel will come and drag your scrawny rear off the bus."

"Right, you're right."

"Of course, I always am."

Dipper squared his shoulders and confidently made his way out of the bus. As soon as his feet hit the ground the bus speed off, kicking dust up behind it.

"Dipper! Dipperrrrr!" The ear bleeding squeal hit Dipper moments be for his sister rammed into him. Dipper staggered, his arms came up and wrapped around her.

"Mabel? Mabel!"

Dipper held Mabel at arms distance looking her up and down. Mabel wore a white t-shirt with her famous shooting star on it, a sweater tied around her waist and purple shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she still had braces.

"My gosh you haven't changed at all," Dipper said smiling wide.

"What do you mean I haven't changed!?"

"You're still, your hyperactive, fun loving, slap bracelet collecting self." Dipper jested to the bands on her arm.

"Well, I guess you do have a point..." She sounded sad and disappointed, but as usual little could keep her spirits down. "Well, I am not the only one who hasn't changed, you go off to see the world and you come back just the same!"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that Mabel." Great Uncle Ford said as he stepped closer.

Dippers mouth dropped, staring at Ford, "Oh my god, Grunkle Ford, when you said you went to the fountain of youth...I...I...didn't really think..."

"Dame, he's hot."

"Shut up!"

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