The night remained intact though it was still significantly late and at this point half of the world is sleeping by now. Inside the quarters of the Pines family, Dipper and Mabel were soundly asleep in their room in their pajamas. Flowey of course was between their beds on a nightstand that was below the triangular window, though he was nearest to Mabel and is slumbering soundly as well. What was noticeable, and rather adorable, was the small nightcap on his head or rather over one of his petals made for him by Mabel herself and had a significant portion of his body buried within the soil of the pot while the remainder of his head was out and simply laying on the soft miniature grass that grew in the pot itself. Dipper as usual had the journal as well as a few of his notes and pen scattered around him on his bed and not bothering to cover up with his blanket, indicating that he likely stayed up for sometime while Mabel already drifted off into dreamworld with Flowey following not long after. They also slept rather quickly as well, though that's because they chowed down on Butterscotch pies until their faces, or in Flowey's case androecium, were smothered with the pies' contents. A few short moments pass when a strange sound is heard within range of the twins. Dipper was the first to pick it up, much to his chagrin as he needed to sleep, with his facial features twitching a little and his brows furrowing briefly with each response to the small sound. The sound itself sounded like a squeak and one you would normally hear from a small animal or in this case a rodent of sorts. Dipper begrudgingly opened his eyes with a light groan, blinking slowly twice, until he sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eyes. He heard the squeaking sounds again, now being half-awake as he inspected their room for a moment, looking around then to the floor, leaning over the bed to make sure nothing was underneath him. He heard the sounds more clearly now, prompting him to look ahead when his eyes fully opened upon noticing what looked to be a small mouse. The mouse itself had white fur, but pitch black eyes, and looked to be standing on its hind legs while devouring a crumb of sorts, likely from the pie Flowey and Mabel annihilated and left a trail of edible corpses in their wake. Dipper blinked and his expression dropped, "Great...first bats, then house trolls, and now mice." He groaned in aggravation before he hopped off the bed gently, "Once again ol' Dipper Pines has to come in and do the job of what an exterminator should do but nooo apparently Grunkle Stan says that this stuff is more suited for kids because he won't pay big bucks for some professional to come in and get rid of the small critters." Dipper continued to complain with him mockingly mimicking his great uncle's words in his grouchy hoarse voice.
The mouse's nose wiggled several times with a few squeaks. "Okay little guy...if you'd just be nice this time and just come with me I'll-" Dipper sighed as he picked up a mitten with cartoon puppy faces on it, preparing to capture the mouse, until the mouse ran off by jumping away like a miniature kangaroo. "And of course you run away. Why did it have to be this late at night...?" Dipper growled before he ran after the jumping mouse. The rodent hopped down the stairs with Dipper run down as fast as his legs could take him despite the fatigue, the mouse then scurried over to the left going around the end of the staircase all while Dipper was giving chase, "Get back here!" Dipper demanded sternly as he attempted to grab the jumping mouse. The mouse was then seen hopping speedily through a long hallway while Dipper was panting a little and was already starting to sweat, "I'm getting real tired of the whole Tom and Jerry routine!" Dipper complained with the mouse running to the right going inside another room squeezing itself through the crack of the open of the door with Dipper stopping, skidding briefly to a halt and swung open the door. He looked around and saw that he was inside the parlor where Wax Stan's memorial was once held and where the haunted wax figurines revealed themselves to Dipper and Mabel before attempting to kill them. He heard the squeaking mouse standing by Wax Stan's coffin before it then hopped behind it with Dipper smirking, "Nowhere to run now." He said with a smug look as he quickly rushed over to the coffin, moving it to the side with a grunt and two pushes. He saw what looked to be a small door that was open by a mere centimeter, and quite likely where the mouse is hiding. Dipper frowned and pushed the coffin of Wax Stan further before leaning down and opening the small door. However, once he does Dipper's expression shifts from a tired and irritated look to one of utter bewilderment and shock. His eyes widen and his mouth is now hung open a little at what he was witnessing in front of him. What he thought would be a small dusty and web-covered crawl space, turned out to be something far more than that. It was a long, dark, cylindrical corridor in the crawl space's place. There was a cold, musty smell coming through the open doorway: it smelled like something very old and very slow. But the corridor itself did not share nor give off the same impression of the smell, for it was seen glowing in variety of colors but those were mostly ranged from purple to dark red and dark green. "Whoa..." Dipper voiced out lowly in astonishment. His brows furrowed together before looking behind him then back to this strange and oddly tempting corridor inside the wall. At this point his danger senses would tell him not to go in but his curiosity spoke louder than his instincts and thus, he decided that he would investigate this strange occurrence that he discovered, and that is by crawling through the corridor.
While crawling through with his hands and legs, Dipper could feel that the fabric he was feeling felt like sheets of paper, but they were not exactly the rough kind. They felt smooth and soft, but at the same time a little silky like a spider's web. Dipper continued to crawl through the door with his expression never shifting, instead remaining amazed as well as intrigued by what was surrounding him now. Dipper had no idea what he was doing, though he did he was crawling through some magical tunnel that was leading to Lord knows where at this point. There was one side of him that desperately wanted to smack him at the back of the head for just blindly going through a strange colorful tunnel yet there was another that whispered to keep going and discover what awaits at the other side. Dipper has always been adventurous and curious so it is no surprise that he would just outright walk inside a corridor inside the wall of the parlor that was just randomly stationed there. But he was also cautious as well, for given his experiences with things similar to this, it always led to something rather sinister but for some reason the vibe and aura that this was giving off was neither sinister nor was it dark. It was in fact alluring, almost as if the air in this place was manipulating his senses and assuring him that there was nothing to be cautious about. Eventually, he made to the end and opened the small door that was similar to the one he found when he first discovered the tunnel inside the Mystery Shack parlor. And once he stepped outside, he was baffled to see what was at the other side: the parlor. "What the..?" Dipper wondered in befuddlement as there was no magical realm where strange entities roamed, it was the parlor. The same parlor of the Mystery Shack, though the difference being was that it looked more refined and polished unlike the one back at the other side. The fire place was still there and was lit ablaze, by the fireplace were two large red chairs with the round table in the middle and a large carpet that was spread all across the parlor itself. At the opposite side of the fireplace was a large bookshelf that of course had an assortment of books. "When did Grunkle Stan make renovations for the parlor? Wait...did Grunkle Stan ever want a renovation for the parlor?" Dipper wondered to himself until he realized, "And why am I even asking myself these questions when I know there's no one here to answer...?" Dipper continued to ask himself until his face dropped in annoyance. He crawled out completely and stood up, dusting his hands off as he examined the newly refined parlor. He also noticed that the coffin for Wax Stan was gone prompting him to look behind him then upwards to see the picture that once depicted his Grunkle Stan and his wax doppelganger was instead replaced with Grunkle Stan standing victoriously over a colossal brown bear and wearing a poacher outfit. Dipper took two steps back until he heard his great uncle call him, "Dipper! You there?" Dipper jumped a little in alarm as he really did not expect anyone to be up this late at night.
"Dipper...I know you're there, young man. Come to the kitchen will ya?" Grunkle Stan addressed from the kitchen with Dipper's face contorting to one of sheer confusion now, especially since Grunkle Stan actually used the term 'young man' to Dipper. Dipper then walked out of the parlor then moved along the hallway. Dipper had no idea what to think about this now, and was even more stuck considering that the hallway he was walking in was not exactly run down with several planks of wood missing, instead it was also refined like it was rebuilt and made brand new, the wallpaper being decorated with red flowery patterns, along with several large paintings of obscure and abstract shapes. This was definitely not in the shack and he should know since he had been living here for several months now. It was almost as if he entered some kind of alternate universe where everything is finely polished and redecorated instead of the old rundown shack he was familiar with. Dipper left the hallway, before crossing the end of the staircase that led up to their room, and he was now wondering what his and Mabel's room looked like if everything here was so neat and tidy. He was nearing the kitchen when he heard strange humming coming from inside it. The closer he got the clearer it was becoming when he realized it was Grunkle Stan muttering incoherent lyrics of this strange tune. What was bizarre about that is that Grunkle Stan does not exactly mutter he just outright sings it only when he is in the mood for it. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw Grunkle Stan cooking something on the stove and was wearing a dark crimson robe with a black furry trim. He was not in his typical 'non-business' attire which consists of a plain old dirty undershirt. He also looked to be standing a bit upright instead of his hunched position. "Grunkle Stan...? What're you here in the middle of the night? I thought I told you no snacks this late cause you'll get-" Dipper asked him as Grunkle Stan slowly turned to him and when he did, Dipper jumped back slightly with a look of shock and disturbance. "There you are, kiddo! Where've ya been?" Grunkle Stan asked him with a large grin, but what was particularly noticeable was that Stan's eyes did not have the normal eyes but instead looked to have buttons for eyes instead. Black buttons on his eyes or rather in place of his eyes. His face in question did not look aged at all, but instead it was clean with his teeth being pearly white. Dipper's face was frozen with horror, "Y...wh...who a-are you..?" Dipper questioned a little fearfully with the button-eyed Grunkle Stan tilting his head a little, "Who am I? Why I'm Santa Claus!" Grunkle Stan announced until he laughed a little, "I'm just messing with ya, kiddo! It's me. Your Grunkle Stan!" He introduced as if Dipper had amnesia but Dipper was no fool as he knew that his great uncle did not have buttons for eyes, "N-no...you're not my great uncle...my Grunkle Stan doesn't have b-b-bu..." Dipper attempted to point out the obvious but was too anxious as he stuttered upon speaking of the reality that was before him. "B-b-b-buttons? Haha! I know, I know, pretty sweet ain't it?" Grunkle Stan said as he tapped one of the buttons on his eye.
"But to answer your question yeah I know. That's why I'm your Other Grunkle Stan." Other Stan introduced himself with Dipper's mouth remaining hung open with eyes as wide as dinner plates, having no words for this. The 'other' Grunkle Stan? What does that even mean? Was this supposed to be some kind of alternate version of Stan Pines but having buttons for eyes instead? "Say, now that you're here why don't you be a sport and go fetch your Other sister, yeah?" Other Stan told him as he put the mittens on his hands, preparing to remove the roast beef from the oven. Dipper was still in too much shock to move or even acknowledge what this Other Stan was saying at this point. The Other Stan looked at him still with the same gentle yet somehow eerie smile, "Well, what'cha waiting for?" Other Stan asked him as if nothing was completely wrong or downright disturbing, even to where it looks like he does not even notice how disturbed and confused Dipper is by all this. "I...I uh..." Dipper attempted to speak up as Other Stan walked over to him, "I know, the food looks delicious. And I promise you'll get to fill up that iron horse o'yours as much as you want just as soon as your sister joins us. Wouldn't want her to starve now, right?" Other Stan said to him with Dipper feeling a uncomfortable being this close to him as Other Stan was next to him and having a hand on his shoulder. "Come on now, sport. Get up there and fetch your sister. Oh and make sure she brings the flower with her too!" Other Stan said as he gently pushed Dipper outside of the kitchen and inside the living room in order to retrieve Mabel. Dipper backed away step by step as he watched this other version of his great uncle remove the roast beef from the oven. He shakily then held the railing of the stairs and pulled himself upward in order to climb the stairs. His mind was jumbled to the point where he had no coherent answer to all this and was unable to get a proper conclusion to this entire ordeal. It was no long until he realized that if this was a perfect bizarro version of his real world where his great uncle has buttons for eyes than that would mean that Mabel too has buttons for eyes including Flowey as well. He reached the top of the staircase and soon began to approach his room, or rather the other version of his room. Upon reaching, he opened the door and was shocked to see that instead of the small spaced room, his and Mabel's bedroom had much wider space with the beds facing each other angularly. He then saw what looked to be Mabel sitting on a large white furry round carpet in the middle of the room with her back facing Dipper. She was sitting cross-legged and looked to be knitting a sweater which was one of the many hobbies she would regularly do. She was humming a tune similar to the one that Grunkle Stan was when he first met him in the kitchen.
"Uh...M-Mabel?" Dipper called out to her anxiously and of course, the moment she turned around Dipper's expectations came to light; she too had buttons for eyes. The instant she saw him she gasped in elation, "Dipping-sauce!" Mabel squealed as she quickly ran over and embraced her brother in a large hug making him grunt. After a brief moment she released him and took a step back, "How's my favorite broski in the whole wide world doing?" Other Mabel asked him with a large grin which of course made Dipper really uncomfortable especially with those buttons for eyes. This was the 'other' Mabel but she seems to be acting like the Mabel he knows, and was wearing a dark blue starry sweater. What he also noticed that this Mabel was without braces. Dipper was too engrossed into his thoughts that he failed to answer Other Mabel's question. She tilted her head with one eyebrow raised until she snapped her fingers twice in front of his face knocking him out of his trance, "Hellooo? Earth to Dipper." Other Mabel addressed with Dipper blinking twice and shaking his head a little, "S-sorry I'm just...just spacing out from...from uh..." Dipper was beginning to trail off again as Other Mabel was waiting for him to finish, "Frooooooom this totally fabulous sweater I made you?" Other Mabel suddenly whipped out startling Dipper. He looked at the sweater and saw that it was dark orange but had a picture of a large brain with electrical cords patterned around it giving off a surge of electricity. Below the portrait of the brain were the words, "Brains of the Bunch". Dipper blinked and stared at the sweater then to the Other Mabel, "You were always the brains of the operations, brother. So, that's why I made this to make sure you're cemented as the smartest pickle in the history of ever!" Other Mabel proclaimed with a joyous grin. Dipper was actually beginning to feel a little touched by this even though this was not exactly his real sister but some kind of alternate version of the Mabel he knows. "Go on! Try it!" Other Mabel urged him before he then slowly took the sweater from her, inspecting it for a moment then looked back up to Other Mabel who continued to motion him to try it on while her black button eyes gave off a shimmer. Dipper gulped silently in his throat before putting the sweater on slowly. He looked over himself with Other Mabel squealing in delight, "I knew it would fit you in more ways than one!" She remarked with a joyful hop. Dipper still was unable to say another regarding the sweater, "Hey! You're not forgetting about me, aren't you?" He then heard a familiar voice speak up from behind Other Mabel prompting him to look over with Other Mabel turning as well. Over there on the rug was none other than Flowey, or in this case it was Other Flowey as he also had buttons for eyes. "F-Flowey...?" Dipper addressed in bewilderment. "Howdy, Dipper! And yes, it is I! The one and only...well, that's not really true I'm just the only other one." Other Flowey remarked with Other Mabel snorting out a laugh, "Oh, Flowey, you're so silly."
Other Mabel walked over to him and picked him up by his pot. "And of course we wouldn't forget about you. Besides, he did help me with the sweater." She said shocking Dipper even further, "Wait w-what? But...Flowey can't even knit...and he doesn't even like-" He was prepared to say when Other Flowey let out a dramatic gasp, "These claims, Dipper Pines!" Other Flowey faked being insulted with Other Mabel giggling, "He does like to knit, bro bro! And he especially loves the sweater I make for him or just in general." She revealed with Dipper blinking once as he continued to stare with Other Flowey smiling widely, "Hey, Mabel. Looks like he's not buying it. Well, it's a good thing he showed up cause otherwise I wouldn't have shown him this." Other Flowey then released what looked to be thin vine-like tendrils from his pot, which made Dipper step back in alarm. The vines then reached down, and picked up the sewing needle and wool, "Now observe and be amazed!" Other Flowey declared as Other Mabel set him down before in a span of just several seconds, rapidly knitted together a purple sweater which had the image of Dipper and Mabel with Flowey in the middle all smiling and having buttons over their eyes. Other Mabel clapped and cheered while Dipper could only stare in disbelief, "Thank you. Thank you, I'll be here all week." Other Flowey bowed before his audience before he offered the sweater to Other Mabel, "And this lovely sweater goes out to this lovely young lady." Other Mabel blushed at this, "Awww, such a gentle flower." She cooed as she gently took the sweater while Dipper continued to stare in sheer bewilderment at what he was seeing. Other Mabel picked Other Flowey up before turning to look at Dipper, "So, Dipper, what brings you up here?" Other Mabel asked him to which Dipper stammered briefly for a reply until, "Oh u-uh...Grunkle Stan said that um...dinner's ready." He responded with the two others anticipating the meal, "Yummy yum yums! I'm starving! Anybody else? Raise your hands!" Other Mabel proclaimed with Other Flowey raising his many tendrils up while they all wore gloves, "We are!" Other Flowey responded with a cheesy grin prompting Other Mabel to laugh at his antics. Dipper could not help but crack a very small smirk at this only for it to drop as this felt like he was in the real world yet at the same time it was blended with things that were...perfect. And these were the type of perfect that he actually wanted ever since he came to Gravity Falls, in a strange sense at least. A while later, Dipper and Other Mabel along with Other Flowey and Other Stan were in the kitchen as Other Stan set down the roast beef in front of them while Other Mabel and Other Flowey gazed at the food hungrily. Dipper was sitting at the right with Other Mabel next to him and Other Flowey being beside her while Other Stan was by the opposite end of the table. The food that was there consisted of roast beef, mashed potatoes, sweet peas, corn on the cob, egg rolls, and butterscotch pies.
"Gotta say, Dipper. That's one fine sweater you got there." Other Stan complimented the sweater Dipper was wearing. "Cause I'm the one that made it with some help from my flowery assistant!" Other Mabel remarked with a wide smile as Other Flowey chuckled, "What can I say? When we're a team we become the ultimate sweater knitting duo." Other Flowey proclaimed before he gazed at the food. "Golly, this stuff looks so good I could just eat it all in one go." Other Flowey remarked hungrily. "Hey, hey, save some for the rest of us, you little dandelion." Other Stan chuckled as he tucked a piece of the handkerchief in his collar, the real Grunkle Stan does not do that at all he would just dive right into the food without a second thought. He was also not that friendly towards Dipper either, especially with the way he interacted with Flowey just now as he knows that the two of them greatly dislike each other. This version of Mabel is mostly the same though she was a bit less cheery as she was normally overly cheery and optimistic which tends to get somewhat annoying sometimes. This Flowey of course was not the Flowey he knows back in his world, as this Flowey was actually friendly and nice, something which the real Flowey rarely exhibits or does not at all. "We'll all get a chance to chow down on this delicious grub! Won't we, Dipper?" Other Mabel asked her brother who did not respond for a moment until he nodded timidly, "Y-yeah..we sure will." Dipper responded nervously which is something that the other versions noticed, "You alright there, kiddo?" Other Stan asked him with a concerned frown. "Huh..? Oh, uh...yeah I'm fine just.." Dipper responded though he was unable to find the right word for what he feeling right now. "He's probably hungry, Grunkle Stan." Other Mabel proclaimed with a grin. "Well then what're we waiting for? Chinese new year? Come on, let's all clear this stuff off the table in one sweep!" Other Stan declared as he rubbed his hands in anticipation. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" Other Flowey excitedly said before he took a scoop of the mashed potatoes, while Mabel was reaching for some of the lasagna and Grunkle Stan was pouring a drink for himself. Dipper watched as the alternate version of his sister, great uncle, and his flower friend were devouring their respective meals. Dipper's face remained to be anxious, "Okay, Dipper...you woke up and chased a mouse that led you through some weird tunnel and ended up being in a weird but...opposite version of your real world. And here I thought things couldn't get anymore crazy...except for me cause I'm still talking to myself." Dipper thought to himself and cringed at the last part. "Hey, bro bro! Try the chicken! It's really good!" Other Mabel told Dipper with some food still in her mouth. "Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie." Other Stan told her.
Dipper reached over and removed a chicken wing, then took a bite out of it. His eyes closed shut thinking that it might be poisoned or drugged, however, he felt nothing but the sweet and exquisite taste of the chicken which made his eyes snap open at how delicious it was, "W-wow...Grunkle Stan this...this chicken is really good." Dipper commended him for his cooking as he chewed which Other Stan grinned at, "Glad you think so. Stayed up all dang night to make that but most of all to make it special for ya, kiddo." He said to him and Dipper cracked a light smile, even though this was not exactly his world and this was not his family, he did feel touched by their words and kind thoughts. "It's...just so weird though." Dipper proclaimed a little lowly which Other Stan was confused by, "Whaddya mean by that?" He wondered curiously. "I mean that...my real Grunkle Stan doesn't even know how to cook good food...I mean the best we get is canned beans and...cereal sometimes." Dipper remarked timidly as he rubbed the back of his neck, "We know it's a lot to take in but don't worry...you'll enjoy it here." Other Flowey assured him. "But..w-what exactly is here? Okay that sounded really dumb.." Dipper shrunk down a little in his seat which Other Stan laughed at, "Don't be like that, sport! It's the shack! It's your home and this is your family. What else could it be?" Dipper glanced to the side in thought before staring back at the other Grunkle Stan, "I'm pretty sure no one has buttons for eyes back in my world...just saying.." Dipper pointed out. "Pfft, these buttons are about as normal as having actual eyes, brother." Other Mabel remarked before taking a bite out of her lasagna. "Sure, it's freaky to you but you'll get used to it." Other Flowey said to him before he then took a bite out of the mashed potatoes. "You know I...I didn't even know that I had an Other Grunkle...or even an Other Sister or...flower." Dipper said in bewilderment. "Doi, everyone has an Other Grunkle, sister, and flower!" Other Mabel bouncily proclaimed. "Well...not exactly everyone, Mabel." Dipper corrected. "Maybe not everyone...but it can be everyone. In short, everyone has an other family." Other Stan said in a rather ominous tone of voice. "Really?" Dipper said in surprise. "Yep. And once you're done eating we could out and play a game!" Other Stan suggested with an excited tone of voice. "A game...? You mean like...baseball or something?" Dipper wondered. "Oh golly I love baseball!" Other Flowey proclaimed happily. "Can we please go out and play baseball, Grunkle Stan?!" Other Mabel pleaded with Other Stan chuckling, "Of course we can, sweetheart." Other Mabel and Other Flowey high fived each other. Dipper looked out the window and saw that it was pitch black outside, "Um, it's pretty late to be playing baseball don't you think?" Dipper questioned with a raised brow. "It doesn't have to be baseball, bucko. It can be any game you want." Other Stan offered him as he leaned on the table with his elbows.
"Oh...uh...well, I'd love to play but I...I better get back home to my other family." Dipper said as he gently got off the chair. "But we're your other family." Other Stan stated with a grin. "No I mean like my 'other' other family. You know the ones that came first and all that." Dipper clarified as he took some slow steps back only to jump a little when he bumped into Other Mabel who waved to him with a goofy grin upon turning to meet her button-eyed gaze. "I better get going. Thanks for the food though." Dipper said as he walked past Other Mabel a little while Other Stan stood up, "Anytime, kiddo. Mabel, be a sweetheart and take Dipper up to your rooms. And you better be in bed yourself, young lady." He told her to which she saluted, "Let's go, bro bro!" Other Mabel said grabbing his hand and leading Dipper upstairs to their rooms leaving behind Other Stan and Other Flowey who was still occupied in chewing his food while the two watched them leave. The door to their bedroom opened as Other Mabel stepped aside to let Dipper in. "Um, Mabel...or other Mabel...I think I should go back to the door instead.." Dipper said to her a little nervously. "Nah. You don't have to, Dipper. This is all made up, anyway." Other Mabel informed him much to his befuddlement, "Wait wha-" Dipper was about to question the reality of this only for Other Mabel to cut him off, "Don't go all making your crazy theories about this, bro. Save it for tomorrow cause you need your beauty sleep!" Other Mabel said as she guided him to his bed. Dipper was about to climb his bed only to stop and look at Other Mabel with a skeptical look, "How do I know that this is all just a dream? I mean...everything...it just feels so real." Dipper continued to question only for Other Mabel to cover his mouth, "Shushies, little Dip. Sleepy time now." Other Mabel said. Dipper did not want to press the matter further thinking that he might regret it. So, he decided to climb up to his bed and hope that this was all a dream but at the same time he hoped it was not. Deep down he was actually enjoying this place, even if there major differences in contrast to the things that were back in his world. Dipper sighed as he laid down on his bed with Other Mabel tucking him in with a smile as Other Stan walked in holding Other Flowey. Dipper immediately felt his slumber returning to him given that he was rudely awakened by the sound of the mouse he was chasing. The feeling of the soft mattress and pillow instantly absorbed his being into the land of peaceful slumber with his eyes already growing heavy and eventually drifted off into sleep. All this while his other family observed him and having smiles on their faces, "See you soon." The thee of them said in unison in soft and tender tones of voices yet there was something rather dark deep within those three words. Dipper was now fully asleep as the world around him, or the other world, was engulfed in darkness and was plunged into his dreamland...or other dreamland he was not sure but did not care, he just wanted to sleep.
Morning eventually arrives with the sun breaking through the setting night as its beautiful rays were cast across the landscape of Gravity Falls. Dipper was still soundly asleep until his eyes blinked open before yawning and stretching his arms out. He slowly sat up and scratched his back while having a tired look on his face, that is until he remembered that dream he had causing his eyes to snap open with a light gasp. He quickly examined his surroundings to see if he was really in this other world until he for some reason breathed a deep sigh of relief to notice that he was actually back into his own world given that this room was messy and a bit run down instead of it being neat and tidy like in the other world in his dream. But he wondered if it was really a dream, as he could clearly hear, see, and even touch everything there in that dream. When the Other Mabel grabbed his hand he could actually feel it, like physically feel that she was grabbing his hand. But then again it could just be the power of his mind playing tricks on him, after all, the human mind is a powerful tool in of its own. "I'm back...I'm back!" Dipper exclaimed in joy when he then heard Grunkle Stan calling for him, "Dipper! Get your paranoid rump down here! It's breakfast time and I'm already getting hungry from just making your food. So get down here before you starve!" Stan shouted as he was cooking some omelettes in the kitchen with Mabel sitting by the table in her pajamas along with Flowey. Dipper blinked and rubbed his eyes, he was definitely back in his own world. Meanwhile, at the lodge where Coraline and the others were staying, the rest of the gang had already awoken from their slumber, mainly Wybie and Neil whom were sitting on the couch watching one of Wybie's favorite movies Iron Man 2. The two boys also had bowls of cereal in their hands with the cereal being Peanut Butter Crunch. "Hey, Wybie?" Neil spoke up with Wybie giving him a small noise in response as he was chewing his cereal. "You're pretty smart, right? If you decide to make a suit of armor are you gonna be all rich to where you have a bunch of hot ladies getting all up in your grill?" Neil asked him with Wybie spitting out some of his cereal to that coughing a little, "W-what!? Dude, no! That's just trash celebrities do all the time! I'm just a plain and simple guy who cares about the environment and one who just so happens to have a fascination with mechanical stuff." Wybie said to him with Neil nodding in understanding, "Ohhh! So, you're like the master of the mechanical stuff?" Neil questioned further. "Considering that I just built a bazooka to trap a psycho doctor and a large w-wererabbit, yes I am the master of the mechanical stuff." Wybie smugly said. "Because after that fiasco we can always rely on the master of the mechanical stuff." Coraline suddenly popped up from behind the couch startling Wybie and making him drop his cereal to the ground, "Woopsie." Coraline said not-so innocently. "Gee...thanks, Jonsie." Wybie grumbled as he gave her a look. "No problem, Grumpula. And you can always get more so you could feed that mechanical brain of yours." Coraline remarked as she ruffled his curly brown hair making him flinch.
"Excuse me, Coraline. I pretty much invented the one thing that saved our butts last week." Wybie proclaimed. "I know. Because I'm the one that gave you the idea in the first place." Coraline retorted with Wybie looking at her with a shocked expression, "No you didn't! D-Dipper was the one that did!" Wybie corrected her a little firmly. "Yes, he did. And I'm the one that greenlit it since I'm the one that was voted as leader of the spook crew or whatever we're called." Coraline continued to retort casually as she walked around the couch and hopped on one of the chairs crossing her legs together, "The Mystery Kids!" Neil announced in delight startling Wybie a little and making Coraline roll her eyes once. "A-also for the record, Jonsie...Norman was the one that greenlit the idea." Wybie continued to challenge her albeit timidly. "What? You questioning my leadership now, Wyborn?" Coraline shot at him with a teasing smirk and look. "W-what? No! No no! I'm not I'm just-" Wybie stammered for a real answer as he fiddled with his fingers nervously looking away and not wanting to make eye contact with Coraline. "Haha! You're so easy. Speaking of Norman...has anyone seen him?" Coraline asked the two boys with them glancing at each other, Wybie shaking his head, then Neil turning back to Coraline, "Probably still in his room getting his beauty sleep." Neil answered. "Seriously? It's like almost twelve he should be up by now." Coraline said with an annoyed tone of voice, "Whoa, chill, Coraline. A man's gotta have his beauty sleep so he could wake up and just let the world bask in his masculine and testosterone induced beauty." Neil remarked in an odd tone of voice. "Neil, if you keep talking like that I'm gonna have to skip breakfast." Coraline said with a disgusted tone of voice. "You just can't ever appreciate our struggles, Coraline." Neil said to her with a dramatic tone of voice. "Probably because I don't really care." Coraline retorted nonchalantly when the door upstairs was heard opening and out came Norman Babcock in his zombie themed pajamas and slippers. He was tired and really did not feel like waking up and instead would rather just go back to bed. He had rings underneath his eyes and barely could keep them open while he shuffled along the floor with his arms hung low acting much like a zombie himself. "Sounds like Norman's up." Neil blatantly stated the obvious. "Anyone can recognize that moan and walk. Sheesh he even wakes up as a zombie...the kid's got issues." Coraline remarked as she crossed her arms. "We've all got our own issues, Jonsie. The zombie stuff isn't something to be called an issue...it's actually pretty cool in my book." Wybie said with a light smile. "Coming from you I wouldn't be surprised." Coraline cracked. In the bathroom, Norman closed the cabinet as he was preparing to brush his teeth. He mainly used his electric toothbrush as he always did. Judging by the look on his face, that nightmare really took a toll on him given that it was not any ordinary nightmare but one where it seemed like it was a premonition of impending dangers. And this one involved his friends and himself though this nightmare was rather odd in addition with disturbing.
It had images of buttons and a large arachnoid creature sewing these buttons into someone's eyes. He thought facing zombies and dealing with the ghosts would be the normal supernatural type but then it goes to having to deal with an insane surgeon and now some kind of female humanoid spider that has a fondness for sewing buttons into people's eyes. At the very least he hoped and prayed that it was just some bizarre nightmare that was inspired by a movie that he witnessed sometime ago. Though at the same time it was difficult for him to accept that given that it did involve his friends and possibly showed their fates in a brutal fashion. In the end he made it downstairs and met up with the rest of his friends, "There he is! It's now the full trilogy of Dawn of the Dorks." Coraline quipped as Norman walked past her before sitting down on the chair that was opposite to where Coraline was sitting, "Norman! Norman you just got to the best part! Iron Man just got shot with a tank and then he shot the tank back with a tiny missile and it went clink...but suddenly BAM! Tank's all gone!" Neil exclaimed in delight jumping up a little on the couch until he felt his stomach growl, "Uh oh...all this excitement and action's now putting me out on the field. Be right back!" Neil quickly rushed over to the bathroom. Norman did not bother to listen instead pretending like he was given how fatigue he currently is. "Hey, Norman. You gonna take the last of the Peanut Butter Crunch? Might as well say something before it hits the bowels." Coraline said to him but Norman simply opened his eyes while leaning on his hand with his elbow against the arm of the chair. "It's fine, Coraline...you can have it..." Norman tiredly said with Coraline raising an eyebrow at that, "Huh. I expected a little more resistance but hey more for me, anyway." Coraline remarked prompting Wybie to give her a look, "You still owe me for the death of my cereal, Jonsie." He said to her mentioning her sudden pop up and startling Wybie causing him to drop his breakfast. "We've got other things besides cereal, Why Were You Born." Coraline retorted as she poured the last of the Peanut Butter Crunch into her bowl, "Yeah, but cereal is a traditional b-breakfast, Jonsie! It's the principle!" Wybie declared with Coraline not really caring at all, "Principle shminciple. My principle is always look out with what you have...cause it'll end up being spilled all over the floor. Muahahaha!" Coraline then faked a diabolical laugh. "Ugh, Norman could you say something to-" Wybie turned to Norman only to stop when he noticed Norman fell asleep again on the chair. "Uh...Norman?" Wybie called out to him. "Sleeping again? Wow, guy really is a zombie. Can't go out for two minutes without having to get back to the grave again." Coraline cracked with Wybie turning to her, "Zombies don't even sleep, Coraline." He clarified matter-of-factly. "The more I learn the less I care." Coraline said to him as she took a bite of her cereal. "Think we should wake him up?" Wybie wondered and while Coraline was temped to do so, she decided against it, "Nah. We'll let the universe do it's thing. And that's by unleashing Mr. Babcock the Terrible." Coraline remarked with Wybie flinching at that, "I'd...rather not see that. I-I think we should wake him." He suggested. "He'll be fine. Dealt with it before...can deal with it again." Coraline once again said as Norman laid there in the chair asleep. "Sheesh. Must've been some nightmare to have him like this." Wybie noted with Coraline nodding in agreement, "You're telling me. Poor, Norm. Hope this was the first and last nightmare he has this summer." Coraline hoped as Norman remained asleep on the chair though his facial features had the occasional brief twitch from time to time.
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