A/N

If you haven't seen my profile, I will tell you that my computer fuzzed out and I lost everything, including everything I had on this story and any other. So...gonna keep winging it. Lost some of my ciphers and stuff but I think I can manage.

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Dipper couldn't remember exactly when he fell asleep, but he knew exactly when he woke up. He woke to the sound of arguing and pounding on his door. Rolling over, groggily, he raised his head just above his pillow. The pounding on his door was familiar, based on the tempo and strength it was likely his father. Not the most talkative of people, his father didn't express his anger verbally but through body language. Dipper groaned, registering the amount of banging as a bad thing. He rolled out of bed, stepping awkwardly to the door and opening it. Sure enough, his father stood there, a good inch taller, eyes narrowed.

"Did you know about this?" he snapped, pointing at the stairs.

"Huh?" Dipper mumbled wearily.

"Dipper!"

Mabel's voice was piercing when it needed to be, something she inherited from their mother. His father and he peered slowly down the stairs. Knowing the trouble he was in, Dipper slipped pass his father and headed downstairs. Sitting in the living was Mabel in between Stan and Ford as well as his mother handing out drinks. They all gave him an awkward glance and smile, obviously being in an unwanted situation. His father stood behind him.

"Good morning," his mother hummed.

"Sleep well, my boy?" Ford perked. "Didn't mean to wake you up…"

"Especially since you were up all night again," huffed their father, stepping pass him.

"I'm sorry, dad," Dipper sighed, hunching over.

"There really isn't any need to get all worked up right now…" Stan grumbled, sipping his drink.

"We just weren't…expecting a visit," their mother sighed. "I'm sorry, why are you here again?"

"We have to visit our favorite kids!" cheered both Ford and Stan, almost as if they practiced.

Mabel grinned, feeling proud of herself. Stan ruffled her hair. Ford rolled his eyes, folding his arms, but his grin agreed with Stan. The three of them seemed very proud and happy to be together again. Dipper smiled lightly, wishing he could slip in next to Mabel, reminiscing about their adventures. He felt his father at his side. Reality was setting back in.

"I could have sworn I only had one uncle," grumbled dad, stepping up to his wife.

"I've been…out of the loop for a while," Ford coughed. "Stanley here has kept me up to date though!"

"I thought Stanley was the one that died?" whispered mom.

"Well, you know twins," interjected Mabel, voice breaking slightly, "hard to tell them apart! Remember when you couldn't tell Dipper and me apart?"

"Dipper…" sighed mom, shaking her head, "I enjoy the nicknames as much as the next but can't we just call him by his actual name…"

"Nicknames aren't just short, they're a part of you," Ford explained, "Especially for twins, it can be the one thing that separates you from them."

"Them?" mouthed Stan.

Ford nodded, jabbing him in the rib and glancing at the parents. Stan groaned, nodding too. The four of them provided forced smiles to the parents. The two adults out of the loop sighed and shook their heads.

"Sorry to inconvenience you," Ford offered, jumping to his feet and clapping his hands together. "We really should've announced ourselves before we got here, but we did ask you last night, perhaps you remember?"

The two looked confused.

"I did ask you last night," Dipper gulped. "You said it was fine."

The two exchanged looks.

"We won't cause too much trouble," Stan grinned. "You know you can trust me. I spent a couple summers with the kids, this is only fair, right?"

"Room and board, not too much to ask?" Ford hummed. "You wouldn't send your old uncles out on the road, eh?"

Dipper smiled, watching his parents frown. They exchanged looks, apparently speaking mentally between each other. After a moment of silence, their father groaned loudly and marched away. They heard the front door open and shut. Their mother sighed, smiling lightly and shrugging. She left, taking some of the empty glasses and cleaning up as she went.

"Looks like we won," Stan chuckled.

"Now, Dipper," Ford perked, rounding the couch to stand beside him. "You said something about seeing things around here, symbols, circle, ciphers…"

"Yeah, I've got pictures and notes," nodded Dipper, "…upstairs."

"Notes and pictures are one thing, but they can never shine a light compared to seeing it in real life," Ford nodded. "Let's get out here. Let your parents talk things out."

"Field trip!" cheered Mabel.

"Haven't been here in years," Stan grinned. "Must've been before you kids were born."

"Sounds like a good story," winked Ford.

"I know the way," Dipper nodded, looking down at himself. "But I should get dressed first."

"Probably," Mabel snickered. Dipper ran upstairs. "Don't forget your hat!"