"Do you think pandas can swim?" A twelve year old girl asked her twin brother. This was one in a million just in that morning . They were taking the long process of opening their great uncle's place of business.
Her brother looked back at her while he turned the closed sign to open. "Can you cut that out, I don't need to be even considering how pandas swim!"
The girl giggled, saying under her breath," Wendy is definitely considerable then."
The door opened, startling the brother who lost his balance on the step stool he'd been on. He fell to the floor, at the feet of the stranger.
"Aye, sawry about that lad, didn' mean tah do that." The guy who'd stepped in bent over, extending a hand to the twin.
"Nah, it's fine, just-" he fell short and gawked at the man. His first reaction was to scream, and he almost did, until he closed his mouth, making an awkward noise. This man was pale, almost as if he were undergoing kemo. His ears just stuck up in the air, pointed much like a bats would. Other than that odd show, he seemed to dress well; his outfit was like a gothic aristocrat of Europe would wear years ago. The tails of his coat rounded in on themselves, gray pants leading to his rather large boots.
But it was none of that that scared him, rather the large pointed incisors that hung from his smile.
The boy hastily picked himself up, grabbing his sister's arm, or rather grabbing a large portion of her sweaters sleeve. He turned back, forcing a smile on his face as the man finally took back his hand, "Give us a minute sir, we'll be right back." He dragged her into the living room area of the house.
His sister got out of his grip, "Dipper, you know Grunkle Stan hates it when there's an unwatched customer."
"Mabel, that guy's a vampire!"
Mabel burst into laughter. "You think this British guy is a vampire? Why not think he's also a unicorn!"
"We need to get him out of the shack now, or we might be saying goodbye to our blood." She continued snorting as she walked away from him, "Don't say I didn't warn you." Dipper followed her back out to the store front.
"I'm sorry for that sir, "Mabel went to stand next to the man, trying to prove he wasn't an evil monster. "Is there anything my brother, type AB positive, can help you with?"
Dipper gripped his hat, trying to pull it over his face. "Aye, there is one thing that I need." The brit nodded back to the girl.
Don't say blood, please don't, Dipper frantically begged in his mind.
"Would yah happen to have a room open?"
"Just take me-"
"Do we?" An older man came out of the back hallway, just then putting on his fez, drowning out Dipper's plea. He looked over at the cowering boy on the ground, "You admiring the floor or something kid? Show this man to his room."
"But Grunkle Stan, all the rooms are full-"
"Put him in the wax dummy's old display room. Only thing that thing has been collecting is dust."
"But-"
"Grunkle away!" He threw a giant cloud of smoke and disappeared…. Only for him to peek back into the room, "Oh and Mabel, I need you to get some more of these smoke bombs."
"I'm on it!" The preteen ran out the store front as Wendy came in.
"Wow, who is this guy Dipper?" She had a face of intrigue on her as she viewed the guy standing only a few feet from her.
"I am Lord Von Curtis! Vampire Extraordinaire!"
The ginger laughed as Dipper cringed, "Summerween was last week dude."
"Wouldn't you enjoy seeing your room sir?" Dipper jumped between the man and Wendy, trying to protect her any way he could.
"Oh, uh… yeah. Suppose I am a wee bit tired."
He sighed, "Right after me sir." The man followed behind the boy through the back hallway.
Wendy stepped behind the counter, put on her name tag and leaned against the wall. "Well, there's the British vampire, where's this girl and her floating skull?"
Another arrives. Oh yes another OC, at the most, I'm hoping not to throw too many of my OC's in, they are quite hectic if I'm not paying attention to what they're doing out there. So that's... five, maybe six if I get around to it that will be. Gosh I wish they had the new episode on already, I'm tempted to look up whoever thought "Dog With A Blog" was a good idea and show them what I think of their intelligence. Plot wise, story is still developing in my head, so I may or may not need to go through this in the future. And four more chapters have been written out, just need to typed up (next one is longer than these two combined).