Future Fanfic. No couples really and short chapters should be expected. Love to my beta and my tumblr is linked in my profile. I will post pics and whatever else there. Reviews greatly enjoyed.
Besides the occasional 'new attraction' that Dipper brought home every week or so, which usually ended up with a new window and several hushed up complainants, there wasn't much hubbub that ever went on in Gravity Falls. Luckily, most people were hard-pressed to believe that a Sigbin fluttered around loose when it made more sense for the stench to come from rotting garbage that Soos had yet to take out. Even with these mishaps, business still came steady during the harsh summer months, but in the early spring there was little business to be had on the weekends.
Wednesdays were even slower for the Mystery-and-Yarn Shack. Not much to do save for leaning back in the worn armchair on the back porch and knitting some festive hats for Summerween. Cornering the market early was the first step to business success! Another lesson from Mabel's late Grunkle the marketing genius.
The clicking of needles started to worm their way into a light tune that was starting to be foot-tapping worthy. A few bird tweets and maybe the grunting of deer would turn it into something radio-worthy for sure! Mabel put it on her to-do list for tomorrow. Hopefully the feed store had some corn for sale this time.
There was a slam of the front door followed by the normal, heavy boot-steps of her brother. Glancing up from the colorful knots, the woman watched her brother muttering to himself as he expertly maneuvered himself around the room without ever taking his nose from the thick book he was pouring over. Not bothering to welcome him back, Mabel simply smiled as he stomped up to his room in the attic. Most likely, in a few days there would be some new creature to show off. Hopefully one with some fur for making some thread.
True to routine, Dipper disappeared upstairs and the echos of him faded away back to the comfortable needles clinking against each other. Another Wednesday afternoon with no customers, but hopefully business would pick up tomorrow. They weren't hurting for money like they had been after Grunkle Stan left the shack to Soos, but still. No customers started to make the days stretch out, and there was only so much yarn to be used.