AN: Let's see where this goes...Mabel will put up embarrassing photos of Dipper (via request of reviewers, thanks for the idea!), new OCs (which I do not own) will be mixed in, more characters from the original involved...in the next chapter, which will be from the OCs' points of view (as a gift for all the support), and stuff goes down. To compensate for the potential boringness of this transition chapter...SOOS GOT A SAY IN THIS FANFIC! I would also LOVE to thank everyone for the reads, reviews, and follows...SMILE DIP FOR EVERYBODY!

Sorry if pre-chapter Author Notes bother you. I'll do it as little as possible.

And yes, this is pre Dreamscaperers, so the shack is still around.

Chapter 3:

Soos' PoV

I was sweeping the Shack uber early in the morning (Uber? Is that a word?), and was whistling quietly, assuming that no one was awake, and wouldn't hear me. I mean, who wakes up this early in summer time? Not even internet obsessed preteens-

I stopped at Mabel and Dip's bedroom door. I swore I could hear Mabel's faint giggling and dipper's soft snores (which were much harder to detect)

Without thinking, I pushed open the door and found Mabel typing away at her iPod. She was wearing a black sweater with the Apple inc. logo sewn on it, and didn't even notice me come in. An evil idea forming in my head, I tiptoed to her shoulder and said, 'BOO!'

"OHMYGOSHHIDIPWHATAREYOUDOINGAWAKEATSIXINTHEMORNIN GDONTASKWHATIWASDOINGBECAUSEOFCOURSEIWASNTUPLOADIN GTHATPHOTOOFYOUGIVINGMERMANDOCPR!" She blinked suddenly, surprised to find me chuckling. She gave a sheepish grin and said, "Oh. Hey, Soos."

"Wassup, Hambone?", I asked grinning. Mabel's eyes lit up and replied, "My grappling hook! I got Dipper's hat stuck in the ceiling before we went to bed!"

I love those kids. "I bet he was freaked about it, huh?"

"Yeah. He gave me a rant about how I almost killed him and insisted that I fix his hat."

"Did you?"

"Not yet! Brother things are saved for last."

"Fair enough", I giggled. "now, what is this about uploading THAT photo on Twitter?"

"Well..." said Mabel, "I was mad that Dipper embarrassed me on Instagram, so I will humiliate him on Twitter! I am also putting up the picture of the Lamby-Lamby Dance and of Dipper riding a laundry basket down the stairs when he was 5."

I cracked up on the last one. "Don't we all do it at some point in life?" (AN: Yes, Soos. Yes we do.)

Mabel grinned. "Yup! But it's so much funnier watching Dipper tumble down the stairs."

I laughed until I suddenly remembered what /dipper would think. "Mabel? Are you sure that's a good idea? You could rally hurt Dipper's feelings."

Mabel sighed. "Soos, you're no fun! Dipper's mature, he will take it fine! And besides, I can always tear it down if things get hurtful."

I sighed. I guess Mabel had a point. "If you insist, Hambone. But...only upload the last photo, okay? The other two are personal memories."

"Okay! I'm going to bed now. Bye, Soos!"

"Sweet dreams, Hambone!"