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How could've Dipper been so careless?

The journal.

It was the most single handedly valuable thing to the supernatural weirdos out hidden in Gravity Falls. Them . . . & just plain old weirdos. Now Dipper has lost it, along with all its strange secrets & exciting mysteries. He was rather very fond of the journal the moment he found it under a fake hollow grass spot. The journal itself wasn't much to look at on the surface. It was just painfully & obviously old. With its spine bent. Velvet, torn from the back, its pages yellow & just plain worn out. The eye catching part was the cover. That was for sure. In the center of the cover, it had a rusty gold hand with an extra finger. On its palm read a number 3. Dipper was trying to find the anonymous author of it. With his sister Mabel, they had been encountering the weird paranormal things written in it. Like dream demons you should never summon in any given circumstance, shape shifters who totally like to tug on your emotion strings, crazy legendary lake monsters that actually turned out to be mechanical robots, ghosts of an old couple who you should never cheese off. . . & creepy little gnomes.

The memories he was creating with his sister Mabel, was the reason Dipper had such an intense attachment to the journal, they wouldn't be having such an extremely interesting summer in Gravity Falls if it weren't for it. Every other adventure was amazing, maybe even creepy from time to time. But that's what Dipper loved about them.

"It's just very important to me," Dipper put it bluntly. "Okay?"

Dipper had finished explaining to the Fenton siblings, Danny & Jazz, about how he accidentally stumbled on his own two feet. Carelessly leaving a shoelace untied, the journal had escaped out of Dipper's vest's pocket as he fell face flat on the ground. Next thing he knew a guy in his prime years, wavy hair caught in a pony tail, named Vlad Masters had taken an interest in the journal. Dipper should've known the man was trouble the minute he laid eyes on him. He had a mischievous aspect to his personality that Dipper instantly didn't like.

"Wait a minute!" Jazz interuppted. "If Dipper left the journal unattended wouldn't that be his fault?"

"Really Jazz?" Danny exclaims. "It couldn't have been his fault! People shouldn't be taking stuff that isn't theirs to begin with."

"It's called responsibility," Jazz continued, "which by the sounds of it, Dipper has completely lost over the journal."

"Maybe it's called accidental carelessness." Danny countered. "He probably didn't know the journal slipped out of his vest's pocket!"

Mabel & Dipper were playing ping-pong between the Fenton siblings. Wondering if it was normal between for the two to be going back & fourth over a never ending arguement. Seriously though, even the twins never bickered that much. Maybe it was an older sibling thing? Who knows?

Dipper sighs. Feeling rather astonished that the two older kids were mindless fighting over his careless mistake. He was about to step in when Mabel stopped him, nudging him by the elbow. "I got this!"

"Do you now?" Dipper knits an eyebrow.

Mabel takes a few steps forward toward Danny & Jazz, straightens her composure, & yells at the top of her lungs, "GUYS! DID MY BRO-BRO FORGET TO MENTION YOUR CREEPY UNCLE HELD THE JOURNAL LIKE IT WAS A NUCLEAR WEAPON READY TO BLOW UP SOMETHING LIKE SOME CRAZY SUPER VILLAIN, BEFORE IT FELL OUT HIS POCKET?"

Surely enough that made the Fenton siblings stop their bickering.

"Yeesh! Little lady, big voice." Danny said then.

"Um." Jazz pointed at Mabel. "Are you okay?"

"Head . . . rush." Mabel laughs. As she spung herself around silly.

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. She's fine." Dipper responded.

Just about when everyone was fed up wandering aimlessly around Gravity Falls, they ended up in front of the little diner in the corner of the town. The mouthwatering smells of different grilled foods snuck into their noses, as they realized it was almost around dinner time. An entire afternoon had passed them & nobody noticed.

"So. That journal," Danny says bringing back to the subject, "what's so important about it, that you need it back so badly?"

Danny had been itching for an answer for quite awhile, but every time he brought up the question Dipper always seemed to have his defenses up. The kid would put up an knit eyebrow & gave him the stink eye, & a very darn good one. Like how dare he ask such a question he didn't deserve an answer to? Danny had to cringe at Dipper's glare a little. Who'd thought a little twelve year old could be so intimidating? Danny's seen some pretty intense faces before, but none more than Dipper Pines. Danny tried his best not to directly frown at him.

"Let's just say, the content written in it is highly valuable & extremely personal." Dipper says then.

Danny took his time nodding in response, never breaking eye contact. "Um. Can I just point out something that's been bugging me?"

Dipper shrugs. "What is it?"

"I get the sense you don't like me very much. Did I do something to offend you? . . . 'cause if I did, I'm really sorry." Danny chuckles, nervously lifting a palm behind his neck.

Dipper slightly softens his expression, & almost said something. Then Jazz turned & offered to buy anything for everyone off the menu, to go, from the diner. Dipper & Danny politely declined the offer. Mabel happily took it skipping right next to Jazz, & the boys were left alone sitting on an overly large tree trunk a few feet away.

Then an uncomfortable silence settled between the two boys.

Dipper was on the edge. He wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that he was a little drowsy, or that he was seriously panicking about the journal missing, or the fact that two complete strangers were helping Mabel & him look for it. Or possibly the fact that the reason Dipper was wigging out, was because he was thinking about the strange entity taken shape of a teenaged boy, with ghostly aspects flying loose in Gravity Falls. That very same teenager resembled a lot like Danny Fenton.

Dipper hadn't forgotten that he witnessed Danny's eyes turn an unnatural bright hue of green back at the Mystery Shack. Danny seemed perfectly harmless, not to mention, sickeningly charming, but that could all be a very huge facade.

Dipper didn't trust him. In fact he trusted very little people in Gravity Falls. If anything that's one of the few things he's learned from the lost journal . . . & it showed. Very painfully.

They left on an awkward question. So? Dipper decided to crack the ice with a different one. On e that didn't involve e a highly opinionated or complicated answer to. He slowly lifted up a gaze toward Danny's direction & noticed that Danny was fondly scuffling with a shiny, colorful piece of paper in his hands. Dipper knitted an eyebrow.

"Is that one of Mabel's glittery band aids?" Dipper pointed.

"Huh?" Surprisingly startled Danny shoved the tiny piece of paper in one of his pant pocket. Then gave a small chuckle. "Yeah! I-um. Yeah. I was just thinking of a friend of mine back at home. She loves skulls with heart shaped eyes, but not so much on the pink & glitter."

"Friend?"

"Yeah." Danny shrugged. "Your sister sure likes glitter, though."

"It's a weakness I'm afraid." Dipper laughs. "That's Mabel for you."

"No kidding?"

Another silence falls upon the two boys. One that Dipper felt like a lifetime was passing by them. Then, "You don't have to help Mabel & me find the journal." Dipper said as a start. "You could be busting your eccentric parents out of jail & be having a super awesome camping trip. So. Why aren't you?"

Judging from Danny's expression it was a mixture of surprise & confusion.

Dipper struck a thumb at the diner. "Your older sister loves to mutter under breath." He genuinely smiles.

Having trouble finding words Danny just simply chuckled. "Well. That's Jazz for you." He says then. "I honestly don't mind helping you two. I have a bone to pick Vlad Masters anyway. That guy is seriously bad news."

Dipper looked questioningly at Danny. "How do you know him?"

"Uh." Danny shifts from foot to foot & answered, "He's sort of my uncle . . . ?"

"Was that a question of what?" Dipper asks smugly then.

Just when Danny gave a nervous smile his expression went completely blank, & his mouth agape, out escaped a thing blue vapor trail. He regarded Dipper who had an knit eyebrow.

Then they heard a shriek or two coming from the entrance of the diner.

It was Jazz & Mabel . . .


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