A summer sunrise, a quiet forest, a slow wind, a hot mug of coffee and the chirping birds make a peaceful morning for Gruncle Stan, sitting on a worn out couch by the porch of the shack. He was wearing nothing but a white sleeveless shirt, a pair of blue & white striped boxer shorts, and a red fez hat. He was about to take a sip, instead he spilled his coffee when he heard a loud yell from the attic bedroom.

Mabel was furious to Dipper. She wanted him to do a favor. It's just one favor, but if it was spending the whole day with her friends, celebrating their 16th birthday, He'd obviously says no, especially when they're just a step away from solving one of the mysteries of this town. She tugged her yellow sweater to see she's not gonna take it anymore.

Mabel complained with everything she's got, saying that the mystery doesn't hold the fate of the universe but His head is now focused on solving the damn mystery first.

"Fine! Go do your mystery! I'm going to our birthday and you're not invited!" Mabel angrily marched outside while silently stomping the wooden stairs. Dipper never minded her shouts or complains about him or to him but this was an exception. He had regret, choosing to do a mystery over celebrating a birthday, their birthday. He tossed himself at his bed, wrinkling his new green flannel and black jeans that Mabel gave to him. Why could he be such a cruel brother? Choosing mysteries above all else? Its just one job, he thought. He can be quick, or he can't. He's still has doubt that he can finish it on time to make it to the party. With all of that doubt, Dipper covered his head with his pillow, letting off the frustration in him.

Back downstairs, Stan opened the front door, scratching his head then pinching his nose, "Kids, What have I told you before you move in here?! No loud noises in the-"

Mabel pushed him aside, letting him fall on the dirt, "Can it, Stan. I'm going to the party."

Stan rubbed his back in pain and dusted his clothes off. While He could hear Mabel's footsteps trailing off, He silently closed the door and let out a sigh. Stan thought, 'What's up with these two? I haven't seen them mad at each other THAT much.'

Dipper was silently lying down on his bed, with hands at the back of his head and eyes staring at the ceiling. His ears are plugged in with red earphones, playing his depressing jam. He still has second thoughts about this mystery. He knows what he signed up for when he found the journal 4 years ago.

At the age of 14, Dipper became more curious for more mysteries that he convinced his parents to let him and Mabel to live in Gravity Falls. He doesn't know if he made the right decision. It costs almost 2 years of under sleeping and conscious isolation from solving mysteries alone. It could've made him insane, mystery solving for about 2 years straight but Dipper had someone that made him sane. His twin, Mabel. She was an opposite of him, and her cheerful and Happy go lucky attitude easily made Dipper smile, laugh and relax. His cases involve a lot of bruises, cuts and wounds, and Mabel was his nurse. He doesn't want to go to the hospital because they may inform their parents about his injuries, thus forcing Mabel to stay at home when Dipper's on his case. On his 51st case in the age of 15, Dipper took 8 bruises. 5 on his body, a couple on his face and one at his right hand. He also took 2 cuts by tripping on some random object while running away from a massive wolf. He had minor internal bleeding in his lower abdomen, moderate bleeding on his face, and black eyes that lasted for the whole day. It was recorded as Dipper's first major injury treated by Mabel, and the injuries became worse as years passed. From deep bruises to minor internal bleeding, Mabel would enroll to medical school after they graduate from high school. Their parents insisted Dipper to go home, but he refuses. He shows up to their classroom very, very late. He tends to stay up all night. Somehow, all of these things Mabel complained about him rang in his head. He feels bad for himself. Why did this happen to him? From summer part-time detective to full-time P.I., He could feel this will overcome him. He swears that this will be the last case he'll do for the next 5 months, to spend time with his sister and catch-up on the outside world.

"Kid, we need to talk." Grunkle Stan leaned at the jamb of the door with arms crossed. Dipper's not in the mood to talk, so he made a groan that meant, "what?". These moments when Gtunkle Stan needed to talk privately meant few things to Dipper.

a.) Your parents thought you need a review on the birds n' bees

b.) You got issues kid. Take care of it.

c.) There's something huge going on here, and I need to know what was it.

It was definitely B&C but he wasn't expecting,

d.) Kid, You got to stop this mystery solving business. It's taking over you.

Oh, not you too, Dipper thought. He suddenly got up from bed, grabbing his neon blue one-strap backpack that was by Mabel's leg of the bed. He was about to leave but Stan stopped him in his tracks. "Whoa, kid. Where you going?"

"Outside. Why?" He shrugged his shoulders in argument.

"What did I told you about solving mysteries? Take a break!" Stan pointed to Dipper's bed, commanding him o

to take a rest.

"Make me."

Dipper pulled out a can of Pitt Soda that seem to be filled with some. He offered some to Stan, which was stupid. That's what Stan thought of anyway. While walking downstairs, Stan took a huge gulp of the soda, then he suddenly felt dizzy. Stumbling forward, Stan fell face flat to the wooden floor unconscious. It turns out, Dipper spiked it with 6 grinded sleeping pills. Dipper walked over Stan, opening the front door of the shack and leaving to the woods.