he took a long walk across the small town, as he was walking he came to the old northwest manor. From what he had heard old man MCgucket had bought the property with the money he got from selling his inventions to the government. He decided to check in on the old man and see if he had gone sane, he knocked on the door three times. It was a few second before anyone had answered. But when someone did he was faced with a 20 looking year old man dressed in butler attire. "may I help you?" the man said t Dipper. "um, may I speak wit Fittleford?" he asked the surprisingly intimidating man. "just one second." the man said. But he did not come back for a while. At all. Dipper decided to just have a walk in "Fittleford wouldn't mind me dropping in on him." while he was walking down the seemingly long corridors he noticed a bright light coming from one of the rooms and decided to check it out. When he walked it there was a man standing under a sheet of cloth hanging over a big… thing, t=when the man emerged he was astonished. It was Fittleford, but knew. He looked at least 20 years younger, he had shaved his beard, and he was taller. "Mcgucket?" Dipper called out to him. When the man looked at Dipper he was taken aback. "Dipper my boy." he started. "it's been far too long hasn't it?" he said in a voice that resembled a rich chorister. "hey Mcgucket." he said in a trace, he had began to walk closer to Dipper. He got close, uncomfortably close. The old man began to pat and rub Dippers head. "call me Fiddle, friend." he commanded the young boy. It had been 3 years since he first came to gravity falls. And only recently he had made friends with Fiddle. It was his second time here when they were getting chased by the blind eye. The only reason they had the memory gun.

"okay, Fiddle." the boy responded. Fiddle looked at Dipper for a good five minutes. Then he started to weirdly start examining his body. "how have you done this with your body ma boy?" he asked while examining his abdomen. "what do you mean?" Dipper asked him in interest to what he was referring to. "as I recall when we were talking 5 days before weirdmaggedon. You were a little on the chubby side, now you look like you had been working out for the past decade." he examined his body even more. "and also another thing is it seemed you are in puberty." at this point Dippers face was red, he was weirdly embarrassed. The man had a talent of making people feel uncomfortable. He decided to make an excuse to leave as fast as he can. Have to train with Ford? "what?" he questioned the old man. "it seems your bodily growth has been sped up, you are halfway through puberty." he old man said with no shame. He had scanned his body even more to detect any more anomalous body fractures. "you have any clue what this could be Dipper?" Fiddle had asked him. "it might be this solution that Ford has made me drink for the past 3 months." he told him on hopes of leaving the odd workshop. " a solution that speeds up body production, must be how you gained this mass in a small amount of time." the old man walked over to a table and pulled out a small bed with a weird pulling paper laid on top of it. He pat his hand on the bed in order to get Dipper to lay on it. "come now boy, we must figure out what has happened." he told him. "actually I have to get going." he lied in hopes to get the old man to let him leave. "well if it can 't be helped… I'll have Edmund show you the way out" he pointed to the intimidating man. Him out help." he commanded the fancy man. As they were walking out he noticed the house had slightly changed, some of the pictures were different. Some of them were changed. Either that or it was just the aesthetic of the house. It was no longer weird and draft, it was nostalgic. Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica had hung out here a lot after they helped her family with a ghost problem. They had shared a lot of fun times with her and all of Mabel's friends. It was sad to see it, and her in this state. But there was nothing he could do about it.

All these memories…

in this place…

home.

an/ sorry for the short chapter, I didn't even write for the other story I have going. I was thinking of ending the story tell me if you want me to keep it.

sincerely: yeetguy