What up Gravity Falls fandom!

This is the result of the extreme boredom that comes from the end of the school year. It just kind of... happened. I hope you enjoy!

Magic is a drug for the soul whose addiction knows no bounds. For most it is learned, through books and demonstrations of those who are all too eager to share their knowledge. For a small group it is already a part of them the moment they take their first breath, coursing through their veins and surrounding their heart. Regardless of its origin, the story remains the same with varying degrees of damage. It is not a happy ending.

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The rust red bus seemed to shudder as it slowed, the brakes screeching in protest as the bulky vehicle reached its destination. If the dispondant passengers had bothered to pay attention, they may have believed it to be a mistake, or accepted the inevitability of the old behemoth finally giving up and breaking down. The tall pine trees on either side of the dirt road revealed no signs of civilization within their shadows. There didn't seem to be anything else around, but if one cared enough to look, they would find an almost naturally camouflaged sign. Weeds had claimed a hold on it, stretching up greedily in an attempt to reach the sunlight. This sunlight had faded the once vibrant colors to almost nothing, but a keen eye could just make out the words.

One such person who did care and was looking gathered his things and prepared to depart. While he was happy to finally be getting off of the old, failing bus, he wasn't exactly thrilled to arrive at what was going to be his home for the entire summer vacation. He stepped out into the hot afternoon sun and squinted at the dilapidated sign, barely able to make out the words without his glasses. 'Welcome to Gravity Falls,' huh? The mosquito welcoming committee definitely made him feel right at home.

He glanced around him as he absentmindedly swatted at the bloodthirsty pests. Even if it was hot and bug infested, he felt oddly calm and relaxed as he surveyed the woods. It all seemed so familiar; the sweet smell of pine carried on the light breeze as it wound its way through the branches, the glimpse of glittering eyes among said branches as whatever creatures they belonged to scurried in and out of patches of sunlight, the quiet shifting of dead pine needles as they responded to the whispering of the wind. He supposed it could be him trying to make some connection to the trees near his home, but it felt different. The sounds of the forest mingled and twisted to the point that they almost formed whispered words, divulging ancient secrets and giving desperate warnings to anyone with the patience to listen. Almost unconsciously, he found himself leaning forward, trying to make some sense of it. Closing his eyes, he focused himself fully on the darkness of the forest, felt a gentle tug somewhere in his mind, and waited quietly for whatever the forest was trying to-

The dying shriek of the rusted bus as it finally left the stop broke his concentration and elicited a startled yelp from him. The failing vehicle continued to groan and sputter as it picked up momentum, kicking up a cloud of dust in its wake. He choked on the dirt and foul fumes left behind and took a few moments to question his sanity. Why in the world would he think that trees could talk to him? He knew he could be a little weird, but that was slightly beyond the usual scope of his oddness. He sighed and started to pick up his bags, unaware of the attack coming at him from the rear until it was too late.

His only warning was a squeal from some sort of small animal and something larger intermingling, growing in volume before his face met the ground and he was trapped within the strong grasp of a girl. A pig snorted at his hair and ran in circles around the collapsed pair, feeding off of the girl's excitement. He coughed, attempting to replenish his now restricted air supply, and tried to get a good look at his assailant.

Whatever shade of pink her sweater was made his eyes water from their close proximity. The equally vibrant star and rainbow decorating it did nothing to help. The decibel of sound she had managed to reach was impressive, but it was probably causing some major hearing loss. He opened his mouth to politely say something along the lines of "Please get off of me, I'm dying," but his voice was cut off as he choked on a fairly sizable clump of hair that had decided to claim his esophagus as a resting place. His sputtering and gasping must have gotten the message across, because he was quickly released from the choke hold. The sweet feeling of oxygen actually making it to his lungs provided a sense of calming relief after going for a time without any. It was almost enough to keep him from being annoyed at the source of his near demise. Almost.

Said person was currently jumping around him with a slight sense of worry leaking into her excitement. The pig (okay, even if he was beyond confused by everything right now, the pig was the first thing that needed to be explained) was right on her heels, squealing in what he could only assume was an excited and joyful tone. He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed as his gaze was drawn to the girl's wildly bouncing wavy hair, which he had practically eaten half of. Even if it technically wasn't his fault, it was still kind of weird. One could argue for the word 'creepy.' Of course this would happen to him: meet a new person and immediately make things awkward beyond belief. The only thing that could possibly make things worse was if this girl was who he thought she was. If it was a complete stranger, he could laugh it off and get on with his life, hopefully to never run into them again. But if it was her-

"Dipper!"

Well, he didn't know what he had been expecting. Maybe something... normal? A hug, a few awkward laughs, and everything would be sunshine and rainbows from that point on. He hadn't even considered the possibility of a near death experience and almost cannibalism. That wasn't exactly how he had wanted to introduce himself.

Rubbing the back of his neck and coughing awkwardly, he took in the girl's clear, confident, joyful gaze, and responded in kind. "Hey, Mabel."

And so, for the first time he could remember, with a pig dancing around the pair and squealing it's happiness to the world, Dipper Pines met his twin sister.