THE OTHER SHACK

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CORALINE OR GRAVITY FALLS

A/N: A CORALINE AU THAT NOBODY HAD REALLY MADE FOR THIS FANDOM

Chapter 1:

Weirdmegeddon was over. It had been for a few months now, the twins parent's had agreed to their constant begging to let Dipper and Mabel stay for the rest of the school year. The shop was closed, Great Uncle Ford was down in the basement, Stan was god-knows-where, and Mabel went to a sleep over at her friends. Which meant that Dipper was left completely and utterly alone.

Again.

The boy sighed, twisting his small body around so that he was lying upside down in the arm chair. He stared listlessly at the blank TV, blood rushing to his head, the ticks of the grandfather clock in the hallway echoed loudly in the deafening silence around him. His eyes shifted to stare at the window, the sun was going down, leaving the sky splashed with an array of different colors. Knowing that Stan wasn't going to come until tomorrow, and that Ford wasn't going to come up from the basement any time soon, the boy frowned. His stomach growled with the sudden feeling of hunger, he brought his legs down and above his head, tilting him from the edge of the seat and into standing position with a small 'Humph!'. As he stood in the quiet room, with the ticks of the clock the boy couldn't help the pang of loneliness that shot through him. He rubbed absent mindedly at his right arm, he felt sadness weigh upon him. Just as he gave up and was going to go to bed with no dinner, having lost his apatite, he heard the sound of something dropping, what ever had dropped sounded like one of Mabel's stuffed animals when she threw it. Sudden cold fear clutched at his throat, a numbness settling in as he turned, eyes immediately landing upon a small toy in the middle of the carpet.

"Hello?"

He called out shakily. When there was no answer he carefully stepped closer to the doll, eyes darting around with caution, fear pushing against his stomach in waves, making him a bit nauseous. As soon as he was within an inch of the doll, he made one more glance around the empty room before his squatted. He turned the face down doll over and jumped back in shock.

The doll looked exactly like him.

It had the same color hair as he did, clothes, skin tone, and birthmark, the only thing different about it was the eyes. They weren't drawn on like the dolls today were, but they were buttons, and he noticed, to his shock that they were sewn on. He noticed that it looked old, he picked it up by its hand between his fore finger hand thumb and realized that it was soft.

"A little me..."

He mumbled, a frown leaking onto his once curious expression. He grabbed onto it with both hands.

'Maybe Mabel made it for me...'

He thought, turning it around in his hands, eyes catching a thick black thread that was wrapped around the dolls neck. His fingers picked at slightly, pulling the loose thread from underneath the shirt until a black key came into view.

'Or maybe not...'

With interest peaked his intelligent brown eyes observed the object, it had a blockish end and a button shaped top, the string going through one of the button holes. As he was observing the object the employee door to the shop opened and his great uncle walked in.

"Where did you find that?"

Dipper jump a scream tore from his throat, hands clutching the doll to his chest, heart racing. His eyes latched onto his Greta uncle's form.

"Great Uncle Ford! I um... I found it..."

His Uncle's eyebrows raised up.

"Really?"

Dipper nodded.

"I went to go to bed but, when I went it leave the room, it fell from the ceiling."

Dipper could tell that his Uncle was now interested.

"Can I see that?"

Ford asked walking closer.

"No!"

Dipper shouted suddenly, scaring him and Ford, the boy had a sudden urge to hold the doll protectively, as of he was trying to keep it a secret..

"I-I mean, no... I would rather keep it to myself..."

"O-Ok..."

Ford said lamely as he straightened up.

"I came up for a glass of water, where is everyone?"

Dipper stood, hugging the doll to himself.

"Mabel's staying at a friends, and Stan left this morning, I don't know where to though."

Ford nodded his head and fixed his glasses.

"Well do you want come down stairs with me? I could use a little company."

Dipper could tell the pity in his voice, and it annoyed him.

"No I'll just go to bed. Good night."

"Good night Dipper."

And without another word he ran up the stairs and into his shared room.