Hey fanfic friends! It's been awhile, but I am proud to say that this will be the first story I write as a official college graduate! I hope with all the money that college cost me that as a graduate I will be a better writer than I was before! I got a new laptop as a graduation present, so I figured the best way to break this bad boy in is with a new fanfic! It will be a gravity falls fanfic (why mess with a good thing) and while it will be a shorter story it will not be quite a one shot. This story takes place in the alternate universe I created where the twins are living in gravity falls full time after the death of their parents (I swear I don't hate Mr. and Mrs. Pines….It's just we know so little about them). Anyways that is about all I want to say before we get this party started! As always any reviews and feedback are appreciated and recommended. Now that I am out of school for awhile I am hoping to do a chapter a day (I think it keeps the summer blues away). Without further delay please enjoy!
It was a cold, crisp, January day in the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. It was the type of day that would have most people feeling the winter blues. Christmas and New Years had passed, and Valentines day was far enough away that it was easy to fall into a winter flunk, however this was far from the case for a spunky thirteen year old girl who lived in the small novelty shop at the edge of town.
"EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAN! LAFAYETTE!" Mabel Pines bellowed as she threw back a blanket she had draped between her and her twin brothers bed, revealing her beloved pet pig Waddles wearing an adorable revolutionary war costume pretending to be the French general from the musical Hamilton. Mabel giggled as she beat boxed and sung along to guns and ships with her best friend. Dressing Waddles up in costumes and imagining grand theatrical performances was one of her favorite things to pass the time, and after receiving the Hamilton album as a Christmas gift from Dipper she had been absolutely obsessed. Once the song finished Waddles curled up into a ball….a sure sign that while he loved spending time with his master, he was still a pig who needed plenty of beauty sleep.
Mabel smiled at the small swine and shrugged "alright…..cuddle break, sheesh I knew theatre people were supposed to be demanding Waddles, but you are too much…..I still love you though," she assured as she curled up next to her pet. Soon the two were curled up enjoying a nice, cozy nap when all of a sudden….."AHHHHHHHHH" a gruff sounding scream from downstairs shouted, startling Mabel and Waddles awake.
Downstairs Mabel's great uncle and legal guardian was having a fit. Mabel gathered Waddles into her arms and carried him down to investigate. Now Stan Pines had been the guardian of both Dipper and Mabel for about six months, and while he never was the most sensible man on earth he had really appeared to calm his gruffer personality after their parents died. He felt a somewhat stable home environment would be the least he could do for the kids he really did love, today however he had taken a bit of a relapse back into his old ways. "MABEL HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO PLEASE KEEP YOUR PIG AWAY FROM MY PROJECTS…JUST LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO MY PI PIE!" Stan cried. Mabel's eyes darted over to an empty pie tin, where Stan had been baking a pie ironically enough shaped like the mathematical symbol for pie, hoping to take advantage of the fact that the tourists that came in to see the beauty of an Oregon winter would be hungry for something hot that he could pass off as a rare oddity. This plan was thwarted, however when Waddles got a little too hungry.
"Grunkle Stan I'm sorry, but it's in Waddles natural instinct to go after food that's hot, yummy, and burnt like yours," Mabel said sweetly hoping to soften Grunkle Stan with her girlish charm, and on most days it would probably work, but Grunkle Stan had fallen into that dreaded winter slump and was not interested in hearing any excuses, "I'm sorry too pumpkin, but I think it would be best for you and Waddles to go outside for a little while, while I bake a new pie. I learned my lesson about sticking the little rascal outside alone this summer, but I see no problem in sending you outside with him. I just can't have that pig wrecking things around here," Stan said trying to maintain calmness, but still stern enough that Mabel figured it would be best for her to do as he said. She put Waddles on his lease and headed out the front door.
"Darn pig….always messing stuff up…..if Mabel didn't love him so much I wouldn't tolerate him…..sometimes I just wish he would disappear," Stan said as he threw the used pie tin in the trash. All of a sudden he heard the distinct sound of tires trying desperately to break, followed by an almost inhuman scream for Mabel. Stan froze in time for a moment, his greatest fear in life was having anything happen to those kids, and this was like a moment straight out of a nightmare. He rushed towards the door when he was bombarded by his beloved niece, but before he could hug her and thank the heavens above that she was well she let out a terrified sob, "Grunkle Stan…..Waddles…Waddles was hit by a car!" Mabel sobbed.