Chapter 1: Fixin' It With Soos

The brown-haired visitor bent down to pick up the broken remains of the laptop that Bill Cipher smashed after their fateful deal in which he would trade a puppet for help with finding the password. That didn't turn out quite how he expected, but what was done was done. Dipper started down the stairs carefully, trying not to drop the loose pieces of damaged computer parts. The blue-hatted boy came upon a large man wearing a tee-shirt with a question mark, named Soos.

"Hey, dude! What you got those parts for?" greeted the chubby mechanic.

"I need you to fix this laptop again. Bill crushed it," Dipper explained solemnly, thinking back at his incident.

"I can try, but I don't know, dude. It looks pretty broken," Soos replied as he picked up a small portion of metal that Dipper had accidentally dropped on the floor and licked it. "Aw, gross. Broken laptop doesn't taste good at all. I think it cut my tongue."

"Oh, uh, okay. So can you fix it?" Dipper said, disturbed, handing the parts to Soos.

"Sure dude," he responded, taking another experimental lick of the metal slab. "Ohohoho, that actually tasted good that time."

Dipper grimaced when Soos put the entire piece in his mouth. Eww . . . The twelve year old slowly backed away to escape the stomach-curdling horrors that was one of the Mystery Shack's top workers.

"I'm just gonna . . . go . . . now," Dipper told him awkwardly, making his way back up the steps. "Bye, Soos . . ."

Dipper turned away from Soos before he could say another word, running up the stairs as fast as his wimpy legs could carry him.

When Dipper opened the door to the room he shared with his sister, the brown-haired sibling saw Mabel playing with her toy Aoshima that she made herself out of clay. His older sibling was actually a very skilled sculptor, although he didn't like to openly admit it. Mabel deserved recognition, but not that much recognition.

She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a barricade of toy soldiers. Airplane noises came from her mouth, her armed dolphin flying around with a wave of her hand. An exploding noise followed as Aoshima knocked one of the soldiers to the side, who was gratefully picked up by her pet pig, Waddles.

"Man down! We've got a man down!" Mabel declared in a deep, almost masculine voice. "Sargent, we've got a man down! I repeat! We've got a man down!" The girl then began to blow raspberries into the air, her toy crashing into the rest of the soldiers. They fell like dominos.

Dipper backed away once more, almost stepping on Waddles, who was chewing on a fallen toy soldier.

"I'm . . . going to read my journal now," he frowned. "In the closet."

"Oh no! An alien with noodle arms is going to invade the closet! Stop him, Aoshima!"

"Actually, I'm going to see what Soos is doing." Dipper changed his mind and hurried out of the room. Luckily, his twin didn't follow.

When the younger brother arrived at the bottom of the stares, he saw Soos playing his pinball machine, munching on the crunchy contents of a large bowl.

"Hey, Soos!" the smaller boy smiled, walking over. "How's the computer project going? Did you fix it?"

"Sorry dude, I think I lost it when I was getting a snack," Soos replied, showing his guilt to Dipper.

"How could you lose it?" The boy snapped, fuming with frustration. This is actually important to me! Can't you take something seriously, just this once?

"I gave it to you like five minutes ago!" Dipper cried out, waving his arms in the air. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you to handle something like this. . . This is not the only time you messed up. Remember the pterodactyl incident? Do you really want me to remind you of the pterodactyl incident?"

"Dude! I totally remember that! It was the time I almost ran over my own head, right? That was so hilarious! Ha ha!" The man began to laugh, incomprehensive of what Dipper was trying to say.

The irritated boy couldn't hold in his anger much longer. Dipper had to let it out.

"No! That is not what happened! I had the pictures of the pterodactyl for the first time in history, and you ruined it by opening the door to give mean empty bowl of nacho chips! Nacho chips! And just when we were about to find Waddles, you wound up the yarn too much and you got as lost!" The hot-headed boy was hyperventilating vigorously from yelling and talking a million miles an hour.

"I'm so sorry dude, nachos cause excitement," the full grown man explained to the young boy. Soos picked up the bowl he had been eating out of earlier and offered it to Dipper. "Do you want any corn chips? Corn chips always make me feel better when I'm grumpy."

"No, I don't want your corn chips! I'm going to see someone who is more responsible than you!" came the exasperated reply. "And I'm not grumpy!"

Dipper ran away from Soos towards the door, and slammed it as hard as he could to take his anger out.

He could still hear the man's reply through the wood: "Uh huh. Definitely grumpy."

The boy growled again, storming away from the game room with shaking fists. Well, I might as well go and try to find the laptop on my own. Not thanks to Soos. Once he made it out of the living-space, Dipper found Grunkle Stan selling fake gift shop merchandise to the some of the daily tourists that visited the Mystery Shack.

"Come one, come all, to see the mysteries of Gravity Falls! Over to the right we have the mysterious Cornicorn!" Stan announced to the interested crowd, when one of them shook their head at his strange dramatics. "I don't know; I'm tired."

Interrupting Stan's presentation, the impatient boy cleared his throat.

"Dipper?" Stan looked over in irritation. "What do you want? I'm in the middle of ripping people off. Is it money? 'Cause if it is, you're not gettin' any."

The brown-haired boy simply frowned. "No, that's not what I want. Do you know where the laptop went?"

"What laptop?" Stan questioned Dipper, gazing across the crowd if any of them had loose change he could get.

"The one that Bill broke down into a hundred million pieces. That laptop." Dipper informed his great uncle.

"I saw a disturbing old man running around with some parts saying, 'I got a piece of a doohickey! Ye he he he!'" Stan replied, mimicking the tone of the mentally unstable.

Dipper's eyes widened. Stan could only mean one person.

"Old man McGucket!"

AN:

This is my first fanfiction I've ever done! My big sister, Wildtail of Wind, helped me edit and revise my story! :D Please comment and/or follow me! Comments help me get better at writing!