Author's Note: Congrats! You clicked this, so you have some tiny interest in my story. Good for you! Just keep in mind that this was made out of pure boredom one day, so things such as corny word choice and bad descriptions might be apparent.

Dipper knew things weren't normal in Gravity Falls. It seemed like just last week he had battled gnomes, met ghosts, and fought a Multi-Bear. Still, he'd always find Alex to be one of the weirdest things he'd met. And it wasn't just Alex. It was also her friends that seemed to attract trouble like some girls attract pimples.

It had only been a few days ago when he met her. Or rather, she had barged her way into his life. He had been coming back to the Mystery Shack after Stan asked him to buy some black paint and a paintbrush from the store. Dipper already knew this was only going to lead to some kind of bad gimmick by his great-uncle, but he ignored the obvious and did it anyways.

He was almost up to the door when he noticed them. They seemed like your average girls, except he had never seen them before. None of them could be older than thirteen, but they weren't at the party a little while ago, despite being the target audience for said party.

One of them noticed him and then nudged the girl next to her. Both of them gave him 'what do you want, dweeb?' looks so he walked in just a little bit faster. Mabel was waiting for him with a clearly bored look on her face.

"Oh hey Dipper!" She said, regaining her chipper attitude.

"Mabel, do you know them?" Dipper said, pointing at the six girls who stood only a little bit from the window.

"No, do you?" She responded with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but I don't get a good feeling from them," He said, trying to get a better look at them. He was so focused on them that he nearly had a heart attack when one of them knocked on the door. He opened it to find it was the six girls.

The girl in front smiled sheepishly and said, "Sorry, do we need to knock to see the shop?" She had naturally straight brown hair with bangs that somehow stayed out of the way of her piercing purple, yes purple, eyes. Her headband matched her eyes as if she planned her outfit that way. She didn't seem very strong, frail in fact, and was a little bit shorter than him. She wore a white T-shirt with purple trim and a skirt that matched the trim.

"Uh, no. Come in," Dipper finally said. He realized he had actually been spacing off as he stared at this girl who loved purple. She smiled, though it made him think she thought he was an idiot, and then motioned for the others to come in.

"Nice place ya got here," said one of them. She had a slight Southern accent as if she was trying to suppress it to make a good impression.

"Thanks," Mabel said, a poor attempt to be polite. The twins exchanged looks as the six girls walked around the shack. Both of twins wanted to shout What are you doing in our house?!, but both remained most silent.

"I'm going to apologize for any damage my friends and I do to your house beforehand," said one of the girls to Dipper. She had skin the color of hot chocolate and a mature smile. Her dark hair that looked as if it should have been a bob cut but someone had taking scissors on the ends of it. It wasn't ugly, just odd. Her eyes were silver, not light blue, but actually gray. She wore a grey T-shirt with darker grey sleeves and wore camouflage green pants.

"I'm Alex," She said, still smiling, "What's your name?"

"Dipper," He said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.

"And I'm Mabel," said, well you know who.

"Pleased to meet you. My friends and I are only staying here a little while, so we wanted to get the most out of it," She continued. It was strange to hear her say 'pleased to meet you' since it felt like something Pacifica would say when she actually wanted to sound less annoying.

"Alex, come check this out!" A girl called for Alex from across the room.

"I've got to go. It was nice meeting you two," She said with a tiny smile. Then she just turned and went over to her friend.

"'Nice meeting to you?' 'Pleased to meet you?' Either she has no social skills whatsoever, or she's up to something," Dipper whispered to Mabel.

"Dipper, what would she be up to, anyways? It's not suspicious to look around a store," Mabel whispered back.

Dipper frowned and didn't respond after that. Seeing that he wasn't going to do anything, Mabel headed upstairs, presumably to her room. He watched Alex and her friends, but after a few minutes, he started to wonder if he had jumped to conclusions to soon.

The other girls were bored too, so after just a few minutes, they started to leave. He noticed the girl who wore a lot of purple was looking over her shoulder as if she lost something. The girl behind her, the one with the accent, was trying to push her along as if they were trying to get out quickly.

The door slammed behind them with much force. Just to make sure they weren't monsters in disguise, Dipper peered through the window. To his surprise, one of the girls was looking directly at him. The girl sent him a cold glare, then turned and walked away.

Dipper turned around as he tried to think of why that girl was staring at him, and found himself staring at Alex. One of the other girls stood next to her and was eyeing him suspiciously, though it was hard to tell since she was hiding behind Alex.

"Is there a problem, Dipper?" she said innocently.

"Uh no, it's just there was some…dirt! Yeah, there was some dirt on the window!" Dipper responded, his exclamations marks apparent. Alex and her friend exchanged looks as if they thought he might be a bit off.

"Well, then, I guess we'd better catch up with the others, right Tavi?" Alex said, nodding to the other girl.

"Oh yes! I'm sure they are waiting for us, so we shouldn't keep them waiting!" 'Tavi' said sheepishly. They waved goodbye and then hurried out the door. Dipper didn't look out the window but he guessed Alex was looking outside, squinting to see if there was any dirt on the window.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Dipper remembered a quote of some kind, but he couldn't remember it completely, but he knew what it meant. It was a kind of motivator that was telling him to chase after his suspicions. Well, Alex and her ragtag group of friends were certainly suspicious.

But he also knew it was pretty stupid to run straight into a suspicion; It would be like rushing into a battle shouting "LLLEEEEERRROOOYYY JJJEEENNNKKKIIINNNSSS!" He needed a little background information before he started.

Anxious to begin, he ran upstairs, startling Mabel who was previously playing with Waddles on her bed. She opened her mouth to speak but Dipper had already moved on. He was struggling to reach the upper shelf of the bookcase where he kept the only think that might help me.

"Dipper, what are you doing?" Mabel said, sounding more worried then accusatory.

"I need the Book," He responded, reaching around to find the binding of said book.

Mabel raised an eyebrow and said,"I don't think it's there." She was standing on her bed for a better view of the shelf.

This made Dipper shoot her an odd look. "Why wouldn't it be there?"

"Well look!"

Dipper, disbelieving, went over to her bed and stood. He felt his heart drop into his stomach and a wave of fear wash over him because, just as his sister said, the book was missing its place. He feverishly checked his coat before officially freaking out.

His eyes began to make frantic circles around the room. They caught onto the window, and it might have been the paranoia, but he thought he saw something flash by. He rushed over to the window along with Mabel who seemed to see it too. They looked down, and found not one, but six pairs of eyes staring up at them in return.