Dipper fell to the ground with a 'thud'. He blinked hazily at the sight before him. Mabel had let the portal open, betraying his trust. He rubbed his head as he sat up on his knees before looking to the triangular machine, the edges around it brought to life by a hazy blue. He got up and shot his sister a look of betrayal, but quickly wiped it away from his face before Mabel could look to him. Mabel gave a worry but curious face as she got to her feet, Dipper joining her as well.
Just as the two got on their feet they heard their grunkle groan in pain, or was he really their great uncle? A second later they heard a 'zap' from the machine, and both snapped towards it. A few more bone sounding 'zap's and the portal began to move, to take a figure, and out stepped a man looking the same age as Stan, but a bit more in shape, wearing a trench coat and goggles.
Dipper and Mabel gasp. "Who-who is that?" Mabel, Dipper's twin sister, asked with great uncertainty.
Grunkle Stan looked up and wiped his brow of dirt, "The Aurthor of the Journals. My Brother." Stan stated in a bit of awe as the other man took off his goggles, his trench coat swaying to the breeze that came out of nowhere. Dipper and Mabel's mouth dropped. The author of the Journals.. Stan's brother?! Dipper repeated in his mind.
The whole ordeal had been explained and mostly solved. The FBI left in a hurry a while ago when they were told by Grunkle Ford to leave as he acted like their boss. It had been a few hours since everything, the atmosphere had calmed, but something still bugged Dipper.
Mabel went against her brother's trust. What if it wasnt Ford who came out of that portal. Ford seemed upset at Stan for opening it up again anyways. But.. what if Mabel did it often. Went completely against him? They were supposed to trust each other. And with what she pulled today, could she really be trusted?
This war went on and on inside Dipper's head. It was some time before He remembered Stan's back story. Of how Stan just thought of going against his brother, how that pulled them apart for the worse. Would that happen to him and Mabel?
From what he could see, he had two options. Forgive and Forget, or Act and pull away. Which would it be... Dipper thought about it, growing frustrated, walking down simulated paths of what could happen on ether end in his head. Weighing the pro's and the cons.. Nether was good. They were both so fair.
If he forgave and forgot, Mabel would likely do it again. If he acted and pulled away, they would end up like their Grunkles. Which was it going to be..?
Dipper watched his reflection. It was only an hour before his bed time, and he was already exhausted. Which was it going to be...? An eye blinked at him from his shadow as Dipper continued to ponder. There must be a third option... There is always a third option.
An hour later Dipper went to bed, Mabel lugging behind him. They talked a bit before he felt himself start to drift away.
"Hey Dipper?" A sweet voice cut through he silence. He let out a mutter for a response.
"You think we'll end up like Grunkle Stan and Ford?" Mabel asked in a hush concerned voice.
"Of coarse not." he sighed and drifted to the bliss of dreams. Mabel turned to the ceiling, wondering what would happen if they did. She hopped too, that they wouldn't end like that.
WHEEW! I know. Short ass chapter! But dont worry. Its just the first chapter. It will get good after this.