"Are we there yeeet?"

Wirt sighed, turning away from his brother. It had been a year since their deadly experience that brought them to the Unknown. He still wondered how the both of them were still alive after escaping. "Greg, we'll be there soon," he responded, "Just stay in your seat already. I don't want you falling off, alright?"

Greg nodded, plopping back down into the bus seat next to Wirt. "Going to Oregon... Going to Oregon... Over to a place nobody knows about... Up in Oregon," Greg started singing to himself. Wirt just had a light smile as he looked over to him. Since everything that happened, he grew a little more fond of his half-brother. Weird how that stuff happens.

Suddenly, a loud croak came from Greg's bag which made Wirt jump. "Oh! Jason Funderburker, you wanna come out?" Greg asked the bag, then opened it. Instantly, a large frog hopped out. "Greg, I thought I told you that he was supposed to stay home!" Wirt scolded.

"Well, he was gonna miss me! Besides, we can't have all the fun without him!"

Arguing would be pointless. They were already hours from home and asking the bus driver to turn around would take up more time than it would be to even arrive in the uncharted town... Wait. "How did you take him out for fresh air anyway?! It's been almost eight hours!" Wirt demanded, somewhat surprised. Greg just gave him an innocent grin, "Well, you took a nap most of the way. I took him out lots of times!"

That's when Wirt's face flushed pink with embarrassment. Turning away out the window, he could see pine trees decorating the forests as they were being sent off to a place where neither of them had ever heard of:

Gravity Falls.

It was quite the peculiar name. Almost as if it were just a joke someone came up with and slapped it on a board entering a town. Then again, the two brothers had seen weirder things that they really wish they could forget about. However, being reminded of it made memories come back.

"Arrived at Gravity Falls!" the bus driver called, which made the two brothers turn to him. Grabbing ahold of their luggage, they exited the bus and took a look around. Apparently they were dropped off in front of some sort of diner... "... Now what?" Greg asked Wirt as his frog followed him. Wirt just looked around, then thought hard. "I... Don't know,"

Turning to ask the driver for any kind of help, it was found that he was long gone. Both brothers were silent until Greg spoke up, "This could be an adventure!"

Wirt just gave him a weird look. "An adventure to find someone to help us!" Greg continued. The younger brother then picked up his frog and began marching around, talking to everyone he saw. Wirt just sat down on the curb with a sigh.

Apparently his parents needed some 'bonding time'. So since Wirt had turned sixteen, they both decided that he and Greg should have a trip to help them get along. Just the two of them (and the frog). Wirt looked to the ground. Oh, if only they knew... Then he could be with Sara instead of on the streets watching his brother try to flag down a pedophile.

"You okay, man?"

Looking up, Wirt could see a kid around twelve... Maybe thirteen. He wore summer clothes, like shorts and a red short sleeve shirt. The thing that really stood out was his white and blue hat with a pine tree design. "Oh, I'm fine. My brother's just talking to everyone in the entire town and possibly going to get the both of us in trouble instead of getting us help. Yeah, I'm perfectly fine," Wirt replied sarcastically. The kid sat down next to him, sighing, "I know how you feel."

Wirt looked to the boy suspiciously. "Yeah? How so?" he challenged. "Well," the boy began, "I have a twin sister that gets into these boy crushes every week. She also gives me a 'makeover' while I'm sleeping. To put it simply, she's the polar opposite of me... But, we get along most of the time,"

Wirt was surprised. So there was someone that had almost the same situation as him with a sibling? "Dipper! Dipper!"

Looking over, he saw Greg being dragged over by a girl wearing a huge sweater even though it was really hot out. "Look! There was this cute little boy asking people if they could help them find a place to stay! Can we-"

"No, Mabel. We don't even know him and he could have parents somewhere!"

"But Dipper! He has a frog that'd be a perfect new friend for Waddles!" the girl, Mabel, complained. Greg looked over to Wirt and waved. "Hi Wirt! This nice fuzzy sweater girl said she'd help us out!"

"No, Greg. She reminds me of the guy we convinced we were his nephews!"

That's when Wirt and 'Dipper' stopped. Looking to the other, they could only say this:

"Is that who you were talking about?"


Well, I just wanted to do this. You know how that is, right? Itching to write a story. Well, I've had this idea on the brain for a while now. So... Yeah. I'm super worried about OOCness. Just to clarify, Dipper and Mabel are 12, Greg's 8, and Wirt's 16.

Oh, I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS OR OVER THE GARDEN WALL.