The Phantom Trickster: Chapter 1: Think of Dipper
Okay Dipper is 15 and Dipper and Mabel are step-siblings. soooo on with it!
The sounds of violins could be heard throughout the Opera House. Voices with melodic touches to them as the stage was filled with dancers of different genders. They were practicing for a performance they had to do that night in order to keep the place up and running. A certain brown haired teen waltzed through the stage floor as he danced with his partner gracefully. His dark, brown eyes dimming with feeling as the sounds of music filled his ears.
He had been at the Opera House ever since he was a little boy when his parents died by a tragic disease. He was an orphan for most of his life as he lived brokenly out on the streets with nothing but his thieving skills to keep him alive. That was until he met a lovely man who had been living on his own with his adopted girl. Without a second thought, the man eagerly took the boy in and started raising him as his own.
The teen had just finished lifting up his partner when the rehearsal was suddenly interrupted. The manager of the building was walking towards them as he started to shout to get everyone's attention.
"Everyone, may I have your attention please. As you may know there has been some rumors going around about me quieting my post as the manager of this building. I can now tell you that this is all true."
Gasp and murmurs sprang throughout the whole stage as people started to talk amongst themselves. Dipper however wasn't very stunned by the news at all. He knew the man was going to retire one day, he just hoped that it wasn't going to be today.
Nothing seemed to interest the teen's thoughts anymore so he just started to ignore the ongoing news about the new people who now ran the Opera House.
"So, it would give me great pleasure to now introduce you to the two people who now own the Opera House, Mr. Power and Mr. Trigger." The manager announced as the two known people waved at the group of singers and performers.
Claps and cheers from all around were greeted by the newcomers. The first, was a man with midnight black hair that hung loosely over his dark brown eyes. He dressed in a formal dress suit and pants while the other couldn't care less about being there. It seemed the brunette man was a little nervous about the new position he was in. His emerald green eyes glowed with wonder as he gave the happy crowd a smile.
"Thank you everyone for welcoming us into your theater," Power said as he patted Trigger on the shoulder, "but we would also like to inform you about our new patron as well, Pacifica Northwest."
While claps were emerged from the group of people, a young girl with brown hair started to make her way towards the raven boy who wasn't really paying that much attention anyway.
"Dipper, it's not polite to ignore our new guests to the theater." The girl teased as she nudged the teen's shoulder lightly.
Dipper rolled his eyes as he continued to look through some old music sheets on a table. "So? I'm not interested in meeting them when I'll probably never see them anyway, Mabel."
Mabel frowned as she sighed slightly. Dipper was always the stubborn type whenever it came to meeting new people. It seemed as if the teen didn't trust anyone except for her, her adopted father, Ford, and himself. Mabel could still remember when she first met Dipper. He was only just a kid while she was almost a teenager. The two had grown close as brother and sister, but she still felt as if Dipper still hid stuff from her.
"Will you at least look at the new patron? She seems pretty if I don't say so myself." The teen said as a grin started to form on her lips.
Dipper gave a huff as he lazily turned around for Mabel's amusement. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? It wasn't that he had anything against the new people, he just didn't feel comfortable around people he barely knew.
But this time it was a different story.
Once Dipper made eye contact with the new patron his body stiffened instantly. Those stormy blue eyes and bright blond hair put down were much too familiar to the teen. Dipper couldn't help but feel his cheeks start to heat up instantly as his brown eyes loomed over the slightly older girl before him. His heart beat a million miles a minute as joy and excitement reached the teen's face.
"It's Pacifica," Dipper whispered to himself in hopes that Mabel didn't hear him. But sadly, she did.
"You know her?" she asked, making the blushing teen jump. Mabel couldn't help but grin as she watched her stepbrother struggle to keep himself calm.
"Y-yeah...you could say that. When my parents were still alive, Pacifica and I were close friends. I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. He would always call me 'Little Dippy' in order to annoy me every once in a while." Dipper looked over at Mabel to see she had a cheshire cat grin plastered on her face.
"Little Dippy, huh?" she said, teasingly with a smug grin on her face.
Dipper glared at her. "Don't even think about it."
"What? Oh, come on, Dipper it's a cute nickname. Besides she is beautiful." The brown girl said as she turned her gaze back over to where the managers were talking as Robbie, the famous tenor singer, started to introduce himself to Pacifica.
The boy was nothing but a show off to all the other performers on stage. He thought he was best out of everyone even though when he sang you would have to wear earplugs just to keep your hearing in check.
Suddenly, Pacifica was starting to make her way towards Dipper and Mabel. The brown boy straightened up a bit as his gaze fell to the floor in order to not catch Pacifica's eyes. But as the girl walked by him, she showed no sign in knowing Dipper at all.
Dipper frowned as he looked back to where Pacifica had walked off. "She probably wouldn't recognize me anyways. It was a long time when we last saw each other."
"She didn't see you, Dipper." Mabel said as she grabbed the boy's hand in order for them to start rehearsal again.
The dance started as Dipper moved gracefully around the female dancers. Dancing with each one of them as he passed by them. He was so caught up in the music that he barely even noticed that the new managers and his stepfather, Ford, were watching him.
"Who is that handsome young fellow? Surely he's not related to any of you." Trigger said as he nudged Power's side with her elbow. he was really impressed by Dipper's skills as he watched him dance around the stage.
Ford smiled. "Dipper Pines. he's one of our most loyal and well male dancers we have here."
"I can see that without a doubt." Trigger agreed as he watched the teen lift a girl into the air and then catching her in his arms.
The rehearsal was soon over as everyone started to take break from their long practice. Since everyone was done, it was now time for the famous Robbie to practice his solo song for that night. Everyone couldn't help but grimace as they watched him walk up towards the center of stage. Even Dipper winced slightly as he started to hear Robbie sing strongly, and very loudly.
"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while. Please promise me you'll try. Then you'll find that once again you long to take your heart back, and be –"
Suddenly, a backdrop from up inside the stage started to fall down. Robbie was immediately tackled down by the sudden attempt as everyone screamed and tried to help the struggling him back onto his feet. Uneasiness started to fill the air of the theater as everyone started to murmur to themselves about the opera ghost being unhappy about something.
Dipper couldn't help but listen to the sudden words that flowed through people's mouths. At first, the teen didn't believe there really was an opera ghost. It was just a silly ghost story that people used to tell to their children whenever they visited an Opera House. Saying that if the performers didn't do a good job or something then the ghost would suddenly stop the whole performance dead on before the audience could watch it.
Really it was nothing to worry about, but after three years of being a part of the Opera House, Dipper was starting to slowly suspect to believe that there really was one.
"Mr. Robbie," Power said as he helped the boiling man back onto his feet, "these things do happen."
Robbie glared as a low growl left his throat. "For the past bloody three years, these things do happen! And have you stopped them from happening? No!" the man yelled as he started to walk out the door. "Until you guys stop these things from happening, I am not singing in this Opera House ever again!" he yelled as he stomped through the theatre doors and slammed them shut with a powerful force.
All was silent by the sudden change of events. Who was going to sing Robbie's part in the program now? The managers started to talk amongst themselves as they tried to figure out a way to continue the program without canceling it. Ford could see the worried glances about the people and decided to step into the picture before all went crashing down.
"Dipper Pines, can sing it sir." The man said as she nudged her head towards the male dancer behind him.
By the sound of his name being called, Dipper stopped what he was doing and looked up from his spot.
"What, a choir's boy? Don't be silly!" Power stated as he shrugged the idea from his mind.
"He's been taking lessons from a great teacher." Ford said as he continued to pressure the older man's patients.
"Who?" Trigger asked as he looked at the young teen curiously.
Dipper couldn't help but grow shy by the sudden attention he was having. He wasn't used to this much attention that it played with the boy's nerves wildly. With a gulp, he answered, "I-I don't know his name, sir."
"Let him sing for you Mr. Power and Trigger. He has been well taught." Hera said as she should put a supporting hand on her stepson's shoulder to try and calm his nerves. Surprisingly, the gentle gesture was just enough to calm the young teen down just a bit.
Both adults looked at each other as the brunette man gestured for the boy to come towards them. "Come on then. Don't be shy just start from the beginning." he said as she walked to the side with him.
Dipper slowly made his way towards the center of the stage. His mind bobbling wildly as he tried to calm himself. The reason why he never sang before was because he had terrible stage fright. It was different when he was dancing, but this, this was meant to only prove if you were able enough to sing or not.
The sound of violins filled the room as Dipper started lose himself to soft, soothing music before him. His breathing started to slow down until it was evenly with his body as he started to sing the first verses.
"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. Then you'll find that once again you long to take your heart, and be free. If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me."
The room was filled with silent shocked faces as they watched and listened to the beautiful sound that left the shy fifteen-year-old boy's mouth. It would seem that they had just found there new singer.