Chapter 5

Ford was sitting on the kitchen table with a sleepy face when suddenly there as a cthulhu monster in front of him

"AAAHHH! KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!" He screamed as he flung his juice at the offending creature. Patricia snapped a couple photos of this snickering. When Ford threw his cup and the creature shouted 'Ow!' sounding a lot like Grunkle Dipper, Ford sat in fear.

"Grunkle Dipper?" Ford asked. The creature lifted its head off to reveal that it was in fact Dipper. He was rubbing his head and wincing.

"Well it's convincing enough… has anybody ever told you, you have a wicked arm Ford." Dipper commented as he rubbed the slight bump on his head with a tentacle gloved hand.

"Grunkle Dipper… what's with the Halloween get up?" Patricia asked in confusion. Dipper smirked.

"Tonight is Summerween." He said with a raised eyebrow as he pulled open the curtain outside Hadron was hanging up bats on the totem poles while Ben carved faces into watermelons.

The twins stared at him with raised eyebrows.

"Summer what?" Ford and Patricia asked in confusion. Dipper smiled.

"Summerween. The people in this town like Halloween so much they decided to hold it twice a year. To this day I'm not sure if it's because the town is so supernatural or everyone really likes free candy." Dipper admitted with blank expression.

"Free candy." The twins said.

"Yep going with free candy." Ford repeated.

"It's definitely the free candy." Patricia said before she went onto her phone. "Well have fun trick-or-treating Grunkle Dipper… but you do know it's sad that you're an old man going trick-or-treating right?"

"Oh I'm not trick-or-treating. I'm hosting a Summerween themed tour. Thirty bucks a head. Hadron's going to chase them threw the museum with a fake knife after we make the exhibits a bit spookier. I'm going to be in one of the glass cases. It's going to be fun." Dipper admitted as he evilly chuckled before he put the mask back on. As he went to leave the kitchen he turned back. "Wait. You aren't trick-or-treating?" Dipper asked muffled. Patricia rolled her eyes.

"Pssh, no." Dipper lifted the mask.

"Why not? Summerween is one of the funniest holidays in gravity falls." Dipper said with a frown. Ford snorted.

"Patricia and I stopped trick or treating years ago. It's for little kids." Ford said with a roll of his eyes. Dipper frowned.

"You shouldn't try to grow up so quickly… you should at least dress up. I want you dressed if you're going to hand out candy." Dipper said before he difficultly picked up the candy bowl and handed it to Ford. Ford looked down and frowned.

"Ugh. This is all cheap looser candy." Ford went to throw it out but Dipper grabbed him.

"DON'T!" he shouted before carefully took the bowl. Ford and Patricia stared at him in confusion Dipper gave them a very serious look. "Whatever you do don't throw out ANY candy! Ever! Understood?!"

"Why not?" Patricia asked with a raised eyebrow. Dipper shuddered.

"Trust me. You don't want to know." He said before he put the mask back on. "HADRON! HOW ARE THOSE BATS COMING ALONG?!" Ford and Patricia glanced out the window as they watched a cthulhu monster help Hadron string bats between the totem poles before they stumbled and get tangled up in it.

"Have you ever wondered if insanity is hereditary?" Ford asked. Patricia scoffed.

"Oh I already know you're crazy Ford." She said as she typed away at her phone. Ford shot a dirty look in her direction before he turned to leave the kitchen.

"Come on, I think I saw some costumes in the closet upstairs in the attic." Patricia groaned but followed him upstairs.

Ford coughed as he opened the closet. A dust cloud flew into his nose and he sneezed.

"Ugh… these are all cheap costumes… vampire hat… crombie… what is that? That's not even a word!" Patricia groaned as she threw the costumes away. Ford looked through it all.

"Wait… maybe we can work with this." Ford said as he began taking bits and piece from the costumes. He picked up all his collected parts and went into the closest. Two seconds later he burst out with a hiss and flash of his fake fangs dressed as a convincing vampire.

"Nice… Hmmm." Patricia looked through the pile and smiled before she two disappeared to change. She came out in a blue dress, smattering with fake blood and a long knife.

"And?" she asked.

"Nice, mad Alice… though, she's got black hair not red…" Ford commented.

"Whatever. The kids will get it." Patricia said with a dismissive gesture. Ford and her ran down the stairs when they heard and knock at the door. They opened it up and smiled. Ben and Tim were at the door. Tim had an army get up on; Ben was a werewolf, complete with fake ears and nose.

"Hey dudes! Tim's hosting an awesome Summerween party. Are ya ready? You're dressed like you are!" Ben asked. Ford and Patricia groaned.

"Err well… Grunkle Dipper wants us giving out candy…" Patricia said, suddenly Dipper grabbed both Ben and Tim on the shoulder. Both teens screamed bloody murder while Dipper laughed heartily.

"Relax boys, it's just me."

"Mr. Pines, ya scared the willies outta me…" Tim said as he clutched his chest. Ben was heaving beside him with laughter.

"Grunkle Dipper that was awesome!" Ben cried.

"Ben…" Dipper said with a warning tone.

"Right… Mr. Pines… sorry." Ben said making an annoyed face. Tim, Patricia, and Ford sent Dipper unnoticed annoyed looks too.

"Anyways. I heard something about a party. Well how bout this kids. I'm running my last tour at 9:00. Will your party be done by then Gleeful?" Dipper asked. Tim shook his head with a grin.

"I reckon the fun will have just started Mr. Pines." Tim said. Dipper nodded.

"Well then, after 9 you kids can go over to Tim's." Dipper said. Both tweens cheered and high five each other. Ben smiled and waved them off as he and Tim left.

"See ya then little dudes!" Ben cried before he Tim went back down the forest road. With that Dipper rubbed his tentacles together with a dark chuckle.

"Prepare to hear many scream my dear niece and nephew, many screams" Dipper assured before he walked away leaving Ford and Patricia on candy duty.

True to Dipper's words the children did hear much screaming the rest of their candy duty. Dipper came out of Mystery Shack a few times to take off his mask and have something to drink but every time he was laughing like a mad man.

"Oh that last kids face… just price less." he said with a chuckle. He made comments like that all night. Around eight thirty Ford and Patricia ran out of candy.

"Ugh… what do we do?" Patricia asked. Ford just motioned towards the wall that the museum laid on the other side of.

"Let's just go ask Grunkle Dipper." Ford said. There was another gut wrenching scream from the museum and Patricia gulped.

"Erm… maybe we can just not give out anymore candy." Patricia reasoned. Ford snorted.

"Oh come on Patricia, you're not scared are you? How scary can it be?" Ford reasoned before he left through the front door and made for the entrance of the Mystery Shack. Patricia groaned before she raced after him.

The twins entered the dark entrance of the Mystery Shack with differing expressions. Ford was looking around unimpressed. Patricia looked apprehensive. As they took a few steps into the shack the door slammed shut. Patricia latched onto Ford's side as her brother swallowed. There was a rustling beside them. Ford tried to feel for a light somewhere but there was nothing then suddenly there was a horrible flashing and laughing. There was a tall man holding a chainsaw high over his head. Ford and Patricia screamed and ran for their lives. Suddenly they were split up somehow into a room of mirrors.

"Ford! Ford where are you!" Patricia cried out. Ford was pounding on the glasses frantically.

"Patricia! Patricia can you hear me?" Ford screamed. Suddenly the mirror began to bleed water that was trickling down in a puddle all around Ford. He began to hyperventilate as the water slowly crept towards him. Ford frantically glanced around for an exit. It was then he noticed the mirrors weren't a perfect circle. Ford dashed for the opening in the room frantically running away from the room of water. Suddenly he collided with Patricia with an audible oof. The pair rubbed their backsides as they groaned on the floor.

"Ford!"

"Okay… this was a bad idea." Ford admitted. Patricia threw her brother a very nasty look and opened her mouth to make some comment when suddenly something rubbery and slimy wrapped around Ford's ankle. He screamed as he was pulled into the darkness.

"FORD!" Patricia screamed. She backed up until she hit something. She slowly turned around. Above her was Grunkle Dipper. But he was splattered with something a lot like blood with a bit of Ford's cloak and his glasses in his tentacles. It was all too much and Patricia eyes rolled into her skull as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"...Tricia… Patricia! Can you hear me? Maybe the blood was a bit much…"

"A bit! A BIT! She's dropped into a dead faint!" Patricia groaned as she blinked away her headache. Ford and Dipper were arguing above her. Dipper was thankfully out of his costume. Patricia blinked a bit and glared.

"Your imagination is seriously messed up Grunkle Dipper…" she muttered. Dipper winced and helped her sit up. "Ugh… I feel like my head is in a vice…"

"I couldn't catch you fast enough…" Dipper admitted sheepishly. Patricia glared again. She slowly stood and groaned. Dipper looked at her worriedly.

"Are you all right? Do you still want to go to Tim's party?" Dipper asked. Patricia nodded.

"Yeah… but maybe I'll take it a bit easy…" she said quietly. Ford was standing beside her worriedly.

"Maybe you should just stay home…" he offered. Patricia scoffed.

"No! I want to go!" she said snootily. Ford rolled his eyes.

"And she's back." Ford muttered

"What's that supposed to mean!" Patricia shouted angrily. Dipper put a hand on their shoulders to stop the fight before it started.

"Alright. Well you can head out now." the two smiled and gave him a hug before they dashed out the door. Dipper went to the front door and shouted after them. "NO DRINKING OR DRUGS!" he shouted with a chuckle.

"GRUNKLE DIPPER!" the pair screamed back in horror and embarrassment. Dipper laughed as he went back into the Mystery Shack.

The bell above the door jingled as Dipper walked in and sat at the dark bar. A drink was slid across the counter as Bill came up and tapped the rim of Dippers drink.

"Where are the kiddies?" Bill asked.

"Party… one I never got to when I was young... "Dipper said, reminiscing as he sipped his drink. He frowned and put it down. "Also Bill I think you went a bit overboard with the horror element. Patricia actually fainted…" Bill laughed.

"Aw come on! It was hilarious! Most fun than I've had in a long while… thanks again for letting me help Pine Tree." Bill said with a blink.

"You're blinking again Bill." Dipper said offhand as he lifted his drink to his lips again.

"godangit!" Bill shouted slamming his drink onto the counter with a harsh frowned. Dipper chuckled heartily as Bill struggled to close just one eyelid. As he sat there a cold sadness settled over him and Bill.

"What do you think-" Bill began.

"I don't ask questions like that Bill…" Dipper said as he drained his drink.

"But it-" the door closed with a jingle before Bill could finish his thought. He stared at the closed door sadly before he went about cleaning "he never stays for another drink anymore." Bill muttered bitterly under his breath.

Dipper looked up when the door banged closed around midnight.

"Fun party?" he asked before his smile slipped away. Patricia was laughing as she hung off of Ford's frame.

"Hey! Hey Ford! Listen… I… I love you man! Yeah I really do!" she said with a giggle. Dipper's eyes twitched.

"I specifically said no drugs or drinking!" he growled. Ford shook his head groggily with a yawn.

"And there was neither! She had at least six cans of Crimson Ox… I think she's just really really hyper…" Ford said as he struggled to keep his glasses in place as Patricia struggled to keep her hold on him. Dipper smacked himself on the forehead.

"And that stuff makes you crash at the drop of a hat." on queue Patricia fell into a dead sleep. Ford grunted as he tried to hold her up right. In the end Dipper leaned down and picked her up. "Ugh… you two are too big for this." he groaned as he carried his sleeping great niece up the stairs. Ford was yawning more as he stumbled up the stairs. He was rubbing his eyes as Dipper put Patricia in her bed. He covered her up then turned to Ford. He had fallen asleep on top of the mattress; face down, the covers underneath him with his glasses digging into his nose. Dipper chuckled before he took Ford's glasses off and folded them up on the bedside table. He pulled the covers out from under Ford and tucked his nephew in. Dipper went to the door way and stood watching the pair. He was struck with a bitter sense of déjà vu that left a hollow feeling in his chest. He sighed as he closed the door as the pair slept.

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