Hey! Welcome to my first Gravity falls fanfic! It might seem a little OOC, but I'm still working on it. By the way, I'm not going to do pinecest. If you're looking for that, you will not find it here. The story is written in third person limited, and I will most likely be switching off from the twins' points of view.
CHAPTER 1:
(Dipper's POV)
The twins were up in their room, retreating from all of the strange, unworldly adventures that they seemed to be so prone to have every day, and winding the rest of the day down while the sun set slowly. Dipper let out a small, contented sigh as he leafed through the pages of 3, investigating the mysteries of the town, while Mabel happily finished her knitting project - a sweater for Waddles, who seemed to have picked up on who the sweater was for and was avoiding Mabel as a result. At the moment, she was wearing her turquoise strawberry sweater. Grunkle Stan was probably downstairs counting his money and laughing at the stupid tourists, and Wendy and Soos had returned to their homes for the night.
Looking up from 3, Dipper quickly glanced over at Mabel in a somewhat paranoid manner, almost as if making sure she was still there. What he had just read shook him up a little.
Picking up on the subtle gesture, Mabel set down her almost-completed project and grinned knowingly at her twin. "What's the matter? Brave, fearless Dippy isn't scared, is he?" she raised an eyebrow as she taunted him, as if daring him to deny it.
"Wha-? No! no, not scared, just, ah, apprehensive. Yeah, that's the word." He tripped up on his words, cheeks growing red from embarrassment at the thought that his sister had picked up on his 'apprehensiveness'. Unfortunately for him, he was a terrible liar when it came to things like that.
"The word you should be using is chicken, Dip! Bawk, bawk, Dipper's a chicken! Dipper's a chicken!" Mabel continued to taunt him relentlessly, getting up and doing a chicken impersonation while running around the room shouting.
Dipper immediately got up and covered her mouth, his face even more red than before. "Stop it, what if someone hears you?" he whispered hastily, taking his hand away from her mouth and looking around to make sure no one had heard that.
"So? They'd just be hearing what they already know! That you're a c-h-i-c-k-e-n! chicken!" she shouted, before being swiftly silenced by Dipper yet again.
"Quit it, Mabel! C'mon, or else I won't show you what I just found!" Dipper threatened, his face wearing a serious expression that Mabel liked to make fun of, but wouldn't at the time due to the threat given.
She sighed and slumped over grumpily, crossing her arms and muttering under her breath about 'The Alpha twin not needing to be shushed' before getting over it immediately as usual and looking eagerly over at Dipper.
"What'd you find? Was it cool? Is it some sort of mythical creature, or some conspiracy? Ooh, oh, is it-" Dipper cut into Mabel's excited guesses and picked up the book, keeping it open as he did so.
"You won't find out if you talk over me, now will you?" he said smugly, smirking at his advantage over his twin sister.
"Not unless I do…THIS!" Mabel makes a lunge for the book, but Dipper darts back quickly and causes her to hit nothing but the ground.
She gets up with a goofy grin on her face. "That was awesome!"
"Well, if you're done with that, I have to show you what I found. Come here, you gotta look at this." Dipper motioned her over, putting the book on the ground and laying down in front of it, leaving room for Mabel and implying she do the same.
"Whoa. What is this?" Mabel took a sharp intake of air as she looked upon the contents of the page. Notes and sketches and various images were scattered across the two pages that were visible, with a title at the top telling what the subject was.
Dipper looked at her seriously, not that he didn't usually look serious. "This is why I was apprehensive *fake cough*definitelynotscared *fake cough*." He poorly hid what he had been saying, before turning back to the opened book in front of him.
"This is what I saw. These pages go into extreme detail about…" he paused for a moment, "us."
"But how? I mean, whoever wrote this didn't know us, and you found this on the first day here! And look, it has information on some of the stuff we did after the first day!" Mabel exclaimed shrilly, beginning to panic. She stood up and ran over to her bed, where she looked at the book warily, as if it were the stalker.
"Exactly. The thing is, I've read through this book, cover to cover at least 10 times, and I've never found this section. This has happened around 7 times, pages will pop up that weren't there before. I think…I think that whoever wrote this is watching us, Mabel. Look at this, this little note says that we're 'primary targets'. Do you have any idea what that means?!" Dipper asked, worry creeping into his voice as he pointed at the said notation.
Mabel slowly shook her head no, beginning to tuck her head into her sweater. She was usually not the scared one, but this was likely beginning to ring some alarm bells for her. They were being watched? Why would they be watched?
"It means, that all those monsters and weird stuff we've seen, they weren't just a coincidence! Think about it, nobody in this town seems to encounter them but us! It makes so much more sense, they're targeting us! They could be planning something! We could be in some serious danger!" Dipper exclaimed, voice cracking and forgetting to stay quiet as he stood and threw his hands up to emphasize his words.
'I know I've always got some conspiracy theory, but this is really crazy, and that makes more sense than I would like it to.' Dipper thought nervously to himself, looking at the book which was lying open on the floor, still showing the suspicious section that had shown up seemingly overnight.
Before either twin could do anything else, a man's voice drifted into the room, the source unidentified. It was deep and smooth sounding. "Very good. I knew you'd think of it sooner or later." A slow, almost mocking clap followed the statement, and the twins looked around in alarm.
"Who said that? Who are you?" Dipper demanded, edging towards Mabel and preparing to stand in front of her. He was not taking chances with whatever this thing was. Mabel simply gasped and retreated a bit into her sweater, apparently trembling.
"Oh, you will learn. For now though….well, I'd be more worried about the people at your door." As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and Dipper's eyes darted to the attic's exit.
"Goodbye, and if I may, I have some advice." The stranger, who they still couldn't see, said politely.
Mabel cautiously peeped out from her sweater, eyes just far enough above the rim of it for her to look around. "What is it?" she asked quietly, something similar to anticipation behind her voice. Dipper chalked it up to nervousness. This wasn't like her at all. Dipper wondered suspiciously if whoever was after them had replaced her with someone else or something, but shook the thought as soon as it came. He was with her all day, he would have noticed.
"My advice is…just don't die." And with that, the stranger seemed to have left, just as quickly as he came.
'Just don't die? That sounds like a warning, not a threat…' Dipper thought to himself.
Dipper glanced around the room to make sure everything was in order, and the doorbell rang yet again. He slowly walked over to Mabel, whose' sweater was shaking as if from crying, and tugged on her sleeve. "Mabes, whatever that was all about it's over. C'mon downstairs, maybe you can take your mind off it…" he said soothingly, trying to calm her down. It was his job to be the worrier, not hers. Her job was to keep everyone's spirits up, and without her doing that, Dipper would be too skeptical and nervous to do anything.
'I hate to see her upset, she's never upset. Why is she upset at this, we've seen scarier…' Dipper ends his train of thought there, not wanting to overthink anything. He looked to Mabel, who was moving.
She moved her head fully out of the sweater, uncovering a wide, brace-filled smile. Had she been…laughing in there? "Dipper! do you know what that means?" she squealed excitedly, putting her arms back through the sleeves and jumping off the bed, bouncing around in front of Dipper.
Dipper blinked and took a step back. "Apparently not…" he said flatly, mildly embarrassed by his actions being so out of context and mostly exasperated with his sister's behavior. If he could do one of those sweat drops, he would.
"It means I have a secret admirer! That was a guy!" Mabel enthused cheerily, skipping around the room and humming something to herself, probably a love song. So the 'shaking' was actually laughter, the 'anticipation' was excitement, and the 'hiding' in her sweater was covering her blushing? 'I should have known she wasn't upset…' Dipper thought sheepishly to himself, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand in an embarrassed manner.
He sighed and placed his face into his palm. Not exactly what he had been thinking, but whatever, that was Mabel for you. "Sure, whatever floats your boat. We better go answer the door." Dipper said in an exasperated manner, wondering why Mabel had to be in love with someone new every other day.
In his mind, he was still going over all of the things the voice said. It seemed non-hostile, but he couldn't be sure until they conversed again. One thing was for sure though, whoever that was definitely was not in love with either of the twins, thankfully. He would just let Mabel keep thinking what she liked though.
He then turned his thoughts to the visitors. Why would anyone visit at this time of night? The sun had set by now, it was somewhere around 10:20. Why would someone visit the shack so late?
Scuttling down the wooden hatch and creaky old stairs quickly, both Dipper and Mabel raced to the front door of the gift shop, nearly tripping over fake displays and exhibits, but carefully avoiding touching the merchandise. They got there at the same time, and Dipper answered it.
Standing in the doorway, two adult, pale, and lanky people stood, one man, one woman. They wore old-timey clothes and large, identical smiles, and it was actually a little offsetting. "We have business with Mr. Stanford Pines, do you mind if we come in?" the woman asked cordially, dipping her head politely at the twins.
Dipper looked around nervously. "We'll have to check, bye!" he said in a rush, before quickly slamming the door and wheeling around to face Mabel.
"Mabel, do you think these guys are here to finally arrest him?" he whispered hurriedly, anxiously glancing back at the old wooden door. That wouldn't work, they still had to live here for the rest of the summer! And, although Dipper hated to admit it, his Grunkle Stan was pretty fun. He was not as intolerable as he was in the beginning of the summer, and Dipper actually didn't want him arrested.
Mabel giggled and shrugged, continuing to hum that same song. She then stopped abruptly, and grinned. "Probably. We should ask them." She turns to open the door, reaching for the knob, but Dipper stops her, not even bothering to tell her why that was a bad idea, and yells for their great uncle instead.
"Grunkle Stan! It's for you!" He shouted, receiving the gruff reply of "Whatever crime they're accusing me of, I didn't commit it. Tell them visiting hours are over if they're tourists."
Dipper nodded even though his grunkle couldn't see him, and cleared his throat, opening the door with a slight creak coming from its' hinges in protest.
"Sorry guys, but visiting hours are over." He said promptly, preparing to shut the creaky door.
"Wait! It's not Stanford we want. Would you invite us in so we might explain?" the man said desperately, trying to convince Dipper to let them in.
"Hmm….what are your names?" Dipper asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed and a questioning air about his words plain to hear. Something was not right here…
"Erm…Mr. and Mrs. Lastname?" the woman shrugged, and said hopefully, the statement coming out more like a question.
'Lastname? Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Do they really expect us to buy that?' Dipper thought, before glancing at Mabel, who seemed completely fooled by the poor last name. 'On second thought…' Dipper's train of thought was interrupted by the man at the door, whose phone was ringing.
"Just a moment please. I must take this call." The man requested, taking out an old type of phone. Dipper sighed, and shut the door, turning to Mabel yet again. "They're fakes for sure. They aren't coming in, got it?" he explained to her, straightening his worn out hat and turning to face the door and tell them to leave.
"What, that sounds legitimate to me!" Mabel protested his decision, crossing her arms.
"Mr. and Mrs. Lastname? Really Mabel? Really?" Dipper said irridiculously, throwing his hands up dramatically and making a point.
"They seem trustworthy. Why don't we listen to what they say while the door is shut? You know, spy?" Mabel suggested helpfully, still grinning as usual.
"You mean eavesdrop?" Dipper replied bluntly, raising an eyebrow.
"That doesn't matter, let's listen!" Mabel shrugged it off and put an ear to the old wooden door, listening to what the people said on the other side. Dipper rolled his eyes, smiled, and did the same.
What they heard confused them. "Yes…I know the job, get the twins….take them to base….I don't know why you want us to be careful, those kids can't hurt the undead…I understand that the others have failed, but I can't go into the house unless invited, you know that! Ugh, yeah, yeah, we'll try to retrieve them. Bye. *the phone beeps as the man hangs up* Blasted idiots back at base, sending vampires for a kidnapping…where are those twins anyway?" the man grumbled, and knocked on the door, rattling both Dipper and Mabel's heads, which were still against the door. They jerked away from the door as if it were fire, and quickly whispered to each other.
"I told you!" Dipper hissed angrily. "They can't come in here!"
"Well sor-ry! But did you hear what they said?" Mabel asked back quickly.
"You mean the plan to kidnap us? Yeah, I heard!" Dipper replied harshly, still agitated by the strangers at the door. Kidnapping? Who do they think they are?
"No, they're Vampires! I wonder if they have a son that looks our age…" Mabel said dreamily, staring off into space with a happy look on her face, probably daydreaming about romance with a vampire.
"Mabel! Snap out of it! We need to get them away from here!" Dipper waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her out of her fantasies.
"Hey! What would be wrong with dating a-" Mabel is cut off by Dipper.
"Not the point!" Dipper scolded her, pointing to the door, which was still being knocked on.
"It was one of the points…" she mumbled flatly.
Ignoring her, Dipper opened the door once again, for it was being knocked on quite forcefully at that point, and it threatened to tear off the hinges if it suffered further abuse from the strong pounding.
"Sorry, we looked in the phone book, we couldn't find anyone under the last name 'Lastname'." That was a lie, as they did not have a phonebook, as Grunkle Stan was too cheap, but Dipper continued as if it weren't a lie before being cut off by Mabel.
"But, we decided maybe we could talk so-" Dipper quickly shoved Mabel to the side before she could invite them in, hastily telling her in a whisper to go sit in the living room until he dealt with them and then turning to face the door again while she skulked away.
"Also, it's getting close to our bedtime," Dipper nearly winced at the word, hating the thought of making himself look more childish than mature, but continued without any further hesitation for fear of getting caught."...so we really need to be hitting the sack now. Bye!" Dipper slammed the door as fast as he could before the people at the door could protest, then quickly locked it and pressed his back against it, before wiping his brow of sweat and exhaling out of relief when he heard the 'visitors' angrily stomp down the porch steps and leave.
He gave the door a pat as if to thank it for holding, and walked into the living room, already dreading the conversation he was going to have for the fiftieth time that summer, about why Mabel could not date the supernatural people here.
He sighed again. 'I swear, if she could she'd have tried to date the couch by now. Are girls always so guy-crazy?' he thought to himself, shaking his head. It was just Mabel being Mabel, he assumed.
(Mabel's POV)
Mabel heard Dipper slam the door loudly, and let out a breath of relief before walking towards her. She decided to get up from Grunkle Stan's worn yellow chair, sit on the floor, and not talk to Dipper. After all, he had just ruined a chance at vampire love! And to think, she had been working on a scrapbook for that jerk! 'Well," Mabel thought huffily, 'now he'll just have to make his own scrapbook.'
"Ok, that's all overwith…what are you up to, Mabel? Wanna watch Duck Detective? Or maybe Tiger Fist?" Dipper asked casually, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"No." Mabel replied bluntly, crossing her arms and turning on the floor to face away from Dipper. He turned her back around.
"Oh! I know, you like that show, the one with the lady, ahh, what's it called, what's it called…." Dipper snapped as he remembered the name of one of her favorite TV shows. "Why You Ackin' so Cray Cray, right?" Dipper beams, seemingly pleased with himself for remembering.
A part of Mabel wanted to admit that he was a pretty awesome sibling for remembering that, he'd only seen her watching it once or twice and she'd only talked about it to him once, a while ago. But, the bigger part of Mabel was still mad at him, so she simply 'hmmphed' at his suggestion and turned away.
She heard Dipper sigh behind her and shortly after, heard footsteps as he approached.
"Mabel, c'mon, cut it out. Let's do something, your pick." Dipper offered, nudging Mabel in the shoulder.
"I don't wanna." Mabel mumbled, moodily sticking her head and arms into her sweater.
"Mabel.." Dipper whined, now tugging on the emptied sleeve on the left side of her sweater. "C'mon, you know I had to do that, we can't invite them in! Besides, there's no way they had a son our age! Or, one that looked our age, whatever. We can go ahead and do whatever you want, honest! I'll help you bezzazle your face again! Anything!" he pleaded, hoping the offer would appeal to her.
It sounded really fun…
'No! I'm mad at him, remember?' Mabel scolded herself internally. There was no way she'd forgive this one so easily.
She shook her head no inside her sweater.
"Can I at least talk to you about it?" he begged, turning the sweater around to face him and trying to move her head out of the sweater after. She pulled it back in.
"No. Mabel's in sweater town." She replied stubbornly.
"I'll let you make short jokes about me! Or, or, I could do the wolf boy dance on tape! I'd even do the Lamby Lamby dance if I had the costume, just stop being so mad at me, please!" Mabel's eyes widened as she realized what he just offered, and she peeked out of her sweater.
"But you hate all of those things!" she exclaimed, wondering why he would offer to all that for her when he knew she would blackmail him with it later.
"Yeah, well I just want you to stop being so mad at me! You're never this mad at me. I can't name one time you have been, and to be honest I hate this much more than doing that stuff. I mean, you are my twin sister, we've done just about everything together since we were babies, so if we aren't doing that….it's just uncomfortable." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and fidgeted, only proving the statement to be true.
"Yeah, but what if they had a son? That's a vampire boyfriend right there, you know I always wanted to have one!" Mabel protested, still trying to keep herself from forgiving him.
'Stop being such a pushover!' She thought angrily to herself.
It was really sweet of him to say that though…
"Mabel, you know how unlikely that was. Also, you were right there the whole time we were listening in on them, they were going to kidnap us! What if they planned on killing us? They could, easily! Where would you be then? I'll tell you, it's definitely not with a boyfriend. Or, what if you did somehow get a vampire boyfriend? How long would it be until he moved on, or you moved on, or heck, we went back home? Which is going to happen, probably. " Dipper pointed out all of the hard facts that she had overlooked and forced her to think about them. It was true, even if they did have a son, it would never work out.
"Hmph, fine, I'll forgive you." Mabel admitted mock grudgingly, even though she was glad she didn't have to act all mad anymore. She hated being mad at people, it just wasn't in her nature.
"Yes!" Dipper cheered, doing a fist pump.
"Under one condition." Mabel finished her statement, pointing to Dipper.
"Which is?" Dipper inquired, probably expecting one of the things he had mentioned.
"You have to let people call us the Mystery Twins." Mabel said cheerfully, her bad mood pretty much thrown out the window.
"Deal. So, do you want to go figure out more about the whole targeted thing? That might have something to do with those people at the door. Not to mention that voice, who was that?" Dipper asked, looking quickly in the direction of the hatch to get to their room before turning his attention back to Mabel.
"Eh. I mean, we already know that Gideon hates our guts, so why is it surprising? It's like, eleven, let's have a toothbrush race instead!" Mabel suggested happily, turning to run to the bathroom. "If I win, you have to get the early shift tomorrow!"
"Mabel, you ate all of the toothpaste again, remember? We have to use Grunkle Stan's toothpaste on the shelf. And we both start work at the shack at the same time!" Dipper pointed out, reminding Mabel of earlier that day and of their schedule.
Ooh, yeah, she did do that, didn't she? The schedule thing was also true.
"Oh. Hmm….let's try and race anyways! Last one to get onto the shelf and steal the toothpaste is a rotten egg!" Mabel took off before she finished her statement, speeding down the hall to the bathroom before Dipper could start.
Jumping onto the toilet seat to reach the top of the shelf above it, Mabel proceeded to knock everything off of it, grabbing the toothpaste before it fell and leaving a mess of other things scattered across the floor.
"I win! You're the rotten egg! And I'm the Alpha Twin!" Mabel enthused, holding the toothpaste victoriously above her head. "Don't worry Dip, you probably couldn't have reached it anyways." Dipper rolled his eyes at the statement. He had actually caught up with her, it hadn't taken more than a week for him to naturally grow a millimeter and match her in height again, but she still liked to make the short jokes.
"Come on, get your toothbrush out and race! Ready, set, brush!" Mabel set up both her and Dipper's toothbrushes with the toothpaste and the two began to move the brushes back and forth rapidly, at the cost of leaving even more of a mess on the floor from the toothpaste that dribbled down to it.
Dipper won the race.
Spitting out any toothpaste that had remained in his mouth during the duration of the race, Dipper washed his mouth out and shouted "I win!"
Mabel followed the action shortly after, lightly slugging him on the shoulder and giving a defeat speech of "I'll get you next time, Dippingsauce!"
The two then took a moment to look around at the room.
Various bathroom objects like shampoo, brushes, hair gel and air freshener, the cheap pine tree hanging ones that you can get (or steal) virtually anywhere, were all over the floor. On top of that, there was toothpaste foam all over the floor as well, and somehow in the middle of the race they had knocked over the soap, breaking it into slippery pieces on the counter, and the one filthy towel that was never washed had fallen as well.
All in all, it looked like a tornado had struck the room.
Mabel put the towel back in place, dusted her hands off, and looked around the room again.
"All clean!" She declared proudly, striking a pose, and then started upstairs to their bedroom. Dipper lingered behind, then shrugged off whatever he had been thinking of the messy room and followed Mabel.
Once in the room, Dipper took off his vest and threw it haphazardly onto the floor, while Mabel took her sweater and did the same. They were in their pajamas now.
"Ok Dipper, let's check out those pages in the 3 tomorrow, got it? Don't go looking through it without me!" Mabel warned, before sliding under the covers of her bed and rolling onto her side, the one that faced Dipper's bed, so she could keep an eye on him.
Dipper paralleled the action, getting into his own bed, and they had a brief staring contest before falling soundly asleep.
AN: And that has been chapter one! This story is my first Gravity Falls fanfic, but I'm pretty excited for it. Also, could you find the reference to another Disney channel TV show in here? Tell me what you think of the story, and let me know if you find any errors that I should try and fix. Thanks for reading!
