Hello FanFiction! I'm Falling Backwards Again, and I'm new to the whole, I'm-so-in-love-with-a-cartoon-I-want-to-write-stor ies-about-the-characters thing. So, please review and tell me what you think! Now presenting: Once a Brother, Always a Brother!
With the Mystery Shack's deed back in Stan's hands, and Gideon locked up in the stony lonesome, finally everyone could have a normal night under the old tourist trap's roof. Mabel had announced an ice cream chugging contest, which was going in right about-
"FWI FIN!" Mabel cheered, thrusting both her hands to the ceiling, on top of a wooden chair. Her mouth had gone numb from the sheer impossible amount of ice cream that had been stuffed inside of it. Dipper groaned slumping onto the table.
"Mabel, how did you even do that? It's not physically possible! Ten gallons of ice cream, your mouth must be a black hole!" He said, mind uncomprehending. Mabel then promptly passed out, falling off of the chair, landing on Dipper. And kids, if you know the law of gravity, you know if an ice cream endorsed preteen falls her tired brother, he falls with her. Soos had gone back to his grandma's to get their clothes and Mabel's endless line of sweaters. Leaving Dipper pinned under his little sister. (Technically older, but he didn't focus on details like that. Just look how she acted!)
"Mabel! Cut it out! Get off!" He said in vain, but his words fell on deaf ears as she began to snore. He squirmed and wiggled, finally pushing the deadweight named Mabel off of him. Leaving her passed out on the floor. He sighed, and kicked his foot her to see if she was going to be like this all night. Nothing.
"Grunkle Stan!" Dipper called. "Mabel passed out on the floor again!" This was the fifth time. Don't ask about the other times. Dipper thought he old man was asleep until he came walking through the door in his boxers and undershirt. After looking at Mabel for a few seconds, then rubbing his eyes sleepily, he said,
"Get her in bed then." With that, he turned around and headed back to his own bed.
"But how can I carry her up the stairs?!" Dipper said. He wasn't exactly Manly Dan!
"Your problem kid, not mine." Stan said, nonchalantly. Dipper sighed. There was always the possibility of waking her up, but it wasn't likely. Then, like a strike of lightning, it hit him! Soos' break room! It still had his old new bed in it, and he wouldn't have to worry about giving Mabel a concussion. He picked up her arm, and began to pull her, all the while she snored.
By the time they got to the break room, Mabel must have had all the dirt, lint, and that weird stain Stan refused to clean knotted up in her hair. Dipper opened the door, and dragged Mabel through. When he got to the edge of the bed, he tried to pick Mabel up, but she only moved a little. This was going to take a while...
43 minutes later...
"Mabel! Get! Up! On! The! Bed!" Dipper said through angered shouts. Heaving with all his might, he finally got Mabel up on the bed. She was crooked and drooling on her pillow, but he couldn't bother any more. Shaking the invisible dust off of his hands, Dipper started to head out of the room until he saw a shadow lurking up in a familiar shape-
Nothing. Just his imagination. He looked around, but only saw the old relics in the room. The room itself was quite interesting, and Dipper had never looked it over thoroughly. He then saw something reflecting light and casting colors off of the desk near the bed. Curiously, he walked over, and saw what was creating the pigments.
Just a plain prism. It was pretty nice, though. Dipper picked it up, and looked it over, hands turning it over again and again, looking for some significant detail. There was nothing. Completely plain. Well, it would make a nice paperweight, wouldn't it? It was t like Stan or Soos was going to use it. Dipper put the prism into his left vest pocket, and quietly walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
Stan couldn't sleep. As he couldn't some nights. Usually, he just watched TV and drank soda until he fell asleep, but recently he had been a bit more caring- no, cautious towards his niece and nephew. He didn't want to wake them up. Hearing the stairs creak in protest, he knew Dipper had gone up the stairs. But where was Mabel?
Getting off of the chair smack in the center of the living room, he poked a head into the kitchen. Mabel was gone. Dipper certainly hadn't carried her upstairs, he didn't have the muscle. So he walked through the house, into the other rooms. The Mystery Shack was much bigger than it looked, leaving him lots of options.
Then he heard the snores.
Heading to the east apart of the house, he stopped at a very familiar room. He had covered this up years prior, but Soos had managed to find it. He was a handyman, though. It was to be expected. It was just this part of his past... he didn't want to remember. Someone else had once slept in this room. Shaking his head, Stan looked inside. Finding Mabel crooked on the bed.
He gave what could be considered a smile, and closed the door, saying,
"Goodnight, kid." He turned around, and besides back to living room. When he got back to his chair, he pulled out a pair of glasses similar to his, only more circular in shape. He sighed, saying to himself,
"I miss you sometimes, you know? It's hard not having your twin with you."
