Separation 6
A/N: Before writing this, I already know there's going to be a lot of yelling. Let's see what happens!
We were going to have a party today. Stan is only doing it to bring some kids to the Shack and to get more money. I think it would be a good opportunity for me to at least meet some people. It was already into the middle of the day before anything interesting happened.
"Mabel, Tyler. I don't feel so good- BBBBLLLAAA!" Dipper fakes and sprays silly string at us.
"Oh really?" I ask teasingly and spray silly string back at him.
"BBBLLLLAAAA!" Mabel says, spraying silly string. Wendy runs into the room.
"Guys, guys, something terrible just happened!" She yells. I gasp. She starts spraying silly string. These people.
"No, no. Party supplies are off limits!" Grunkle Stan shouts. He takes the silly string away.
"Mr. Pines, is it anyone's birthday?" Soos asks.
"Ha, no way. I just need to get kids to spend money here at the Shack. They only want fun, this will be the most fun they'll ever have!" Grunkle Stan replies.
"This is why kids don't go to the Mystery Shack." I whisper to Mabel and Dipper. They chuckle with me.
"You kids go make yourself useful and go copy these." Grunkle Stan orders. I snatch them from him and burst outside. I guess I was just tired of being inside. Mabel and Dipper rush after me. We were already in the golf cart before Grunkle Stan tried to stop us.
"Wait! I have a copier!" Grunkle Stan yelled after us. I didn't listen and started the golf cart. We were heading to town.
"I bet his copier is broken anyway." I tell Mabel and Dipper.
"I agree." Dipper says.
1 Hour Later…
We finally made it back to the Shack. We each had 35 fliers in hand. Grunkle Stan has had an influence on us. We didn't have enough money to pay, so we paid for 70 of 'em and tok the rest. I'd like to call it "permanent borrowing".
"We're back Grunkle Stan!" Mabel shouts as she bursts through the door. Dipper and I follow behind.
"Did you at least make the copies?" Grunkle Stan asked.
"Of course, we wouldn't have come back without them." I reply.
"Good. Put them on the table." Grunkle Stan says. I put the fliers on the table.
"Now party people… and Dipper." Grunkle Stan begins, Mabel chuckles. "We need to order positions." "Soos, you work for free, and you begged, so you're DJ-ing."
"Don't worry Mr. Pines. I read a book on this." Soos answers, holding up a book which I really think wasn't useful.
"Okay then." Grunkle Stan says hesitantly. "Wendy, you and Mabel work the ticket stand."
"What? No way! This is Mabel and I's fun night!" I argue. I go over to Dipper.
"You could work with Wendy…" I whisper.
"Exactly what I was thinking." He replies.
"Good." I say. I move away from him.
"I could work with Wendy, if that's okay." Dipper says quietly.
"Okay, but know, you're going to have to stay there. All night. No going into the party." Grunkle Stan tells Dipper.
"Oh don't worry. I will." Dipper replies.
"Now let's get ready to party!" Grunkle Stan says. Dipper, Mabel, and I rush upstairs. I check my watch. 4:30. The party starts at six.
"Wait, so why can't I just wear my normal clothes?" I ask. Mabel gasps.
"It's a party Tyler! Time to let yourself shine!" Mabel answers. I look in my backpack. I look at my other clothes that I got. I look on Mabel's side of the room. I think I just had an idea.
"Mabel, can I use some of your fabric?" I ask her.
15 Minutes Later…
I was snipping away with my scissors. I had made the plans for the outfit prior. I think this outfit will be nice. Mabel is going as something 80s. I think mine is going to be a little more me.
I got myself a nice jacket when we were out shopping one day. Tan, short sleeved, looked like a safari hunter's dream. Oh yeah. That's mine.
I was making myself a shirt, since I couldn't wear it. It was still yellow, you can never get me to change colours. It looked similar to my usual shirt except for the white stripes on it.
Mabel kept saying I should wear a skirt, and I kept telling her no. In different ways of course. I kept my same tan cargo shorts, to go with the short sleeve jacket. I painted my belt though, to add a little more. I changed out my earrings. From normal small diamond things, to a bit bigger ones so more can see.
Lastly, it was my hair. Mabel said I should spruce it up. I agreed. Just not with any accessories. I took it out of its long braid, it was definitely hot. I parted it and added one small braid, the smallest I could make. I brushed it, and decided that was good enough. Soon it was 5:45. Nearly time.
We all came downstairs. Dipper had on just a bow tie, Mabel had on her 80's look, and I had on my nifty little outfit.
"Tyler you look great!" Mabel tells me. I blush slightly.
"Thanks, I thought I'd take some of your advice." I say to Mabel. She smiles.
"Nice look you have." I say to Dipper.
"I know I know, but I think a bow tie is good enough." He replies. I couldn't say no to that. Well, I could, but no use.
"So Dipper, do you think you'll be able to get Wendy?" I ask him.
"Of course, I have a fool-proof plan." Mabel walks over.
"You don't have a list do you?" Mabel asks in a complaining tone.
"Of course I do!" Dipper answers. He pulls out a long list.
"Dipper, it's just a night with her. I might not know much about this sort of thing, but I think you should talk to her." I say. I walk away, I don't really feel like getting on the subject of love. Mabel says something to Dipper and walks towards me.
"Have you ever liked someone?" She asks out of the blue.
"Uh… no. Why?" I reply.
"You've never been in love?" Mabel questions.
"No, I find the idea a bit weird to begin with." I answer honestly.
"Well I know what we're going to do tonight! Find you a date!" Mabel states, raising a fist in the air.
"Mabel, please don't." I say.
"Nonsense! It will be fun!" She shouts.
"If you say so." I say.
10 Minutes Later…
The party is really starting to get going. It's nice, the blaring music could be changed, but nice. Wendy and Dipper were running the ticket stand, which I am really hoping is going smoothly. Mabel and I are just looking out before we really get into partying.
"So, does you uncle throw a great party or what?" Grunkle Stan asks, walking up to us. I shrug. Soos tries to make the DJ station work correctly, but is failing. It's actually funny to watch him try.
"Let's go from looking to partying!" I shout to Mabel.
"Yeah!" She replies. She pulls my arm and we go onto the scene. Mabel dances for a minute before coming with me to sit down. She starts talking to the girl she is sitting next with. They instantly hit it off. I think I should try to mingle.
Soos says something about a party crown. Maybe Mabel will go for that.
"Hey Mabel, you should try out for the crown!" I tell her.
"Yeah!" Mabel agrees. I look over to Soos. Some blonde girl is going up to him.
"A party crown? I'll take that, thank you very much!" The girl says. I walk up to her while Mabel and her friends are talking.
"Yeah, no. See my sister is competing and you can't just take the crown." I say to her. She scoffs.
"Yeah right. Who would compete with me? Fork girl? Lizard lady? 80's loser?" The blonde girl says into the microphone. Her "friends" laugh. I clench my fists. I was not going to let her talk about Mabel like that.
"Listen up you brat!" I shout, putting my finger on her chest. "You are not going to talk about my sister and her friends like that. Who do you think you are?" Mabel starts to walk up to us.
"I am Pacifica Northwest, and you look like you can't dress for a party." Pacifica answers.
"You better shut up, because I'm about to-"
"Yeah Soos, I'll compete!" Mabel cuts me off. She looks over to Pacifica. "Hi, I'm Mabel."
"That sounds like a fat old lady's name." Pacifica says. Before I get ready to punch her, I decide to wait it out.
"I'll take that as a compliment!" Mabel yells happily. Pacifica walks away with her friends. "She's going down, Tyler."
"So you're just going to let her talk to you like that?" I ask Mabel.
"Yeah, there's no reason to say anything back." Mabel tells me.
"Mabel, if you don't say anything, then it's working!" I explain to Mabel.
"Really?" Mabel asks.
"Yeah, you have to show them you aren't playing around." I tell Mabel. "I swear, if that girl messes with you again, I might just punch her."
We walk over to Mabel's new friends.
"Thanks for standing up for us. I'm Candy." The smaller one, Candy introduces.
"And I'm Grenda!" The other one shouts.
"Cool, I'm Tyler." I introduce. We all chat until we have to do some karaoke.
"Oh no thanks, I'll pass." I say to Mabel. "Anyway, you're the one about to win the crown!"
"Okay! Right after Pacifica." Mabel says, pointing to the stage. I can't stand this girl's singing voice either. We walk up to the front of the stage. Pacifica insults Grenda, but it's a cool insult. I'd love to be a wrestler. Wait, no I wouldn't.
"Hey, you look like you got it here. I'm going to go check on Dipper." I tell Mabel. She gives me a thumbs up. I go around to the ticket booth, but Dipper isn't there. Oh no…
I look all around the Mystery Shack. I look in every room until I see the strangest sight. I have to play it cool.
"Hello, my 3 brothers." I say, leaning up against the wall.
"Tyler?" They all ask simultaneously.
"Who else would I be?" I ask playfully. I put a serious face on. "Explain."
"Wendy sneaked inside and I didn't want to do the ticket booth. I was going to see if I could make a paper copy of myself and but cardboard behind it to fool Grunkle Stan. Turns out this copier copies people and now we're here." Dipper explains. I nod.
"So, do these guys have names?" I ask.
"Yep! I'm Tyrone." The Dipper with the number 2 hat says.
"I'm just number 3." The one with the 3 hat says.
"Okay Dipper, I don't know what else to say, but HAVE YOU GONE BATSHIT CRAZY?" I shout.
"No way, it's all part of my plan with Wendy." Dipper tells me.
"Dipper, I might not be the best person to ask about love, but I know that is not the way to do it." I say to Dipper.
"Maybe you're right…" Dipper says quietly.
"Et hmm." Tyrone says. "Don't you remember the plan? They plan is the key."
"Yeah, Tyler. I can't argue with myself." Dipper justifies.
"Fine, but if it doesn't work out, I will say I told you so." I tell Dipper. I walk out of the room. I go back down to the main room, ad Dipper follows behind soon after.
"So, how'd you do Mabel?" I ask Mabel.
"Great!" She says, turning around to me.
"Now we're going to bring it down for a minute. Ladies, dudes, now's the time." Soos says. The music changes to slow music, and many people start to pair up together.
"Man, I love this song!" Wendy exclaims. Mabel and I go over to Dipper.
"Hey Dipper, now's your chance! You can dance with Wendy!" I tell him.
"Yeah goofus." Mabel agrees.
"Yeah." Dipper says. He starts to go over to Wendy, but stops himself. "I'll be right back!" He runs off.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I shout. I facepalm.
"He'll come around eventually." Mabel says.
"If you say so." I mumble to myself. We go back to talk with Mabel's friends.
"You guys do anything for fun?" I ask them.
"Just normal stuff, like read magazines!" Candy replies, holding up a magazine.
"You too?" Mabel asks. She holds one up too. Where did she even get that? While they start talking about magazines, I look around. I notice Soos, who's distracted by a light. I can't see who, but someone is changing the song.
'Probably someone who wants something different.' I convince myself. I look over to Grunkle Stan, who is distracted by… money? Oh well, I wouldn't put it above him.
'Okay, coincidence? No, can't be. It has to be… Dipper!' I think to myself. I go to find Dipper. I walk out into the hallway and see Wendy and Dipper talking. Oh I see, he was just going to talk to her! Perfect. I should tell Mabel.
"Hey Mabel!" I yell to her.
"Yeah?" She answers.
"Dipper is actually talking to Wendy like a real person!" I tell her. She grins.
"I didn't know Dipstick had it in him." Mabel says.
"Me too." I agree. "We should probably leave them. Can't disrupt that."
"True." Mabel concurs. She goes back to her friends, though despite what I just said, I'm spying on them. Wendy is actually gone and I see Dipper standing there with a bunch of clones of himself. Yep that's it, he's gone crazy. I grab some Pitt Soda and watch.
"Oh man, you guys sound crazy. Look, maybe we don't need the plan anymore, you know? Maybe I could just go talk to her like a normal person." Dipper tells his clones. Finally! Some reason! The clones argue with him.
"Guys, c'mon. We said we weren't going to turn on each other." Dipper says nervously.
"I think we all knew we were lying." Tyrone says. The clones drag Dipper and pull him away. Oh no! I have to save him! They go to put him in a closet. Once done, they talk amongst themselves. I make my way to them.
"So, you got rid of Dipper Classic?" I ask from behind them. I'm leaning on a wall, I just look cooler that way. They all turn around.
"Hello sister." Tyrone greets.
"I'm just going to ignore you said that. You aren't my brother." I say to him. I walk over to the closet.
"So, are you guys going to do anything? Or just let me open this door?" I question. I place my hand on the doorknob.
"Get her!" Tyrone shouts. The clones come for me. I sip my soda and punch one of them in the face. I accidentally pour some soda on myself. I punch the clone again, and my hand goes through it. The clone starts to melt. Water! That's it! I start to pour soda on the other clones. Tyrone manages to get away before I can pour some on him.
I open the closet door.
"Told. You. So." I tell Dipper.
"Okay fine, you were right." He says in a pained voice.
"I know." I say to Dipper. "Now you have one clone left to deal with. I'm not doing it for you. This is your mess."
"But-" Dipper starts.
"No buts!" I shout, running out. I go to Mabel, who is dancing. She gets up and talks to Pacifica. Pacifica walks away.
"So Dipper had made a bunch of clones of himself, but I think it's all fixed now." I tell Mabel. I explain to her what had happened. We talk until the voting happens.
"You can do this Mabel." I tell her as she walks up the stage.
"Applaud to vote for Pacifica." Soos says. Many people clap, but I, Grenda, and Candy don't.
"When we vote for Mabel, clap as much as you can." I tell them. They give me a thumbs up.
"Now applaud to vote for Mabel!" Soos shouts. The crowd plus Grenda, Candy, and I clap wildly.
"It looks like we have a winner!" Soos says. Pacifica grabs the mic.
"You seriously want weird girl to win? She is dressed like she is the 80's! Seriously!" Pacifica tells the audience into the mic. I clench my fists and storm up onto the stage. I place my hand onto her shoulder.
"Can I have a small word with you?" I ask her.
"See, someone already knows I'm a winner!" Pacifica shouts. She turns around to meet me about to punch her in the stomach. Everything had gone in slow motion. Based on training, I knew what to do. I had ducked down as quickly as possible and moved my left hand swiftly. I didn't hit her in the face because I needed to make a first impression, not a more lasting one.
Pacifica stumbled back and then fell over. The microphone falls down and makes some feedback.
"So, would you rather have someone who is nice win? Or someone who is just a rich snob?" I ask the audience. They make their decision. They pick Pacifica up in a concert style.
"PACIFICA! PACIFICA! PACIFICA!" The crowd cheers. Based on the look Pacifica gives me, she won't mention this to anyone, neither would the town. It would just be another forgotten event.
"Sorry Mabel, but I couldn't stand there." I apologise to Mabel.
"It's okay. You know, I actually punched someone who bullied Dipper when we were little kids." Mabel confesses.
"Cool." I say to her.
"So, I guess if you want to leave and forget we met, I'll understand." Mabel says to Candy and Grenda.
"We'd miss the sleepover if we left." Candy tells us.
"The what?" I ask. I'm vaguely familiar with a sleepover.
"I have the magazines." Candy says.
"Really?" Mabel questions.
"We might not have as many friends as Pacifica, but we have each other, and that's good enough." Candy says, turning to Mabel. She separated me from them. Grenda goes to talk to me.
"I think it's great you punched Pacifica. I love fighting!" Grenda shouts.
"You know, I believe you and I will get along just fine." I say to Grenda. Mabel requests Soos to play another song. We all dance around until Dipper comes in.