Whoa, I completely forgot I had a place to upload my short present-day GF odds and ends. Seems just as good a place as any to upload this admittedly weird little piece. What is it? Your guess is honestly as good as mine.

New chapter of PL should be up early next week! - SGA


Wendy loved whenever a mighty evening rainstorm swept in at the end of a summer day. It always gave her an easy excuse to stay overnight at the Shack. The story she gave Stan and her Dad was always the same basic spiel about how she wanted to avoid a soggy bike ride home and catching a possible cold. Manly Dan would give her the green light because few things in his mind were worse than a Corduroy unable to work. With Stan however it was more a cursory mere routine he had already gotten well before the end of the twins' first summer at the Shack last year. Then as soon as she had the necessary approval it was always nothing but nonstop shenanigans there with two of her best friends until they all finally crashed for the night.

However, this particular evening was shaping up to be anything but a nice break from the rough-and-tumble chaos of the Corduroy home. Sure, it had been a blast with the Pines siblings before they finally turned in for the night. But now it was going on eleven o'clock at night, and Wendy felt like she was baking alive. The attic bedroom felt unusually stuffy to the point of oppression. Dressed in a borrowed oversized T-shirt-turned-nightgown from the gift shop, she rolled about restlessly on top of a sleeping bag.

After wiping her damp brow for the twentieth time, she got up and looked around. She wasn't the only one who was suffering from the stifling atmosphere. Both of the uncomfortably half-asleep twins had kicked their sheets aside. Mabel was even keeping a full arm's length from her slumbering pig just so Waddles' body heat wouldn't add on to her discomfort. And poor Dipper had sweat so much already that the little dork looked like he had been dunked in a warm pool.

She looked around and quickly figured out the problem. The triangular attic window was tightly shut and keeping out all that precious cool storm air. Wendy got up and sauntered over to it without a moment's hesitation.

"Oh man. No wonder…" Her mumbling attracted the attention of the dozy siblings. The twins yawned and rubbed droopy eyes. Once they registered what she was doing, the pair immediately snapped wide awake.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Mabel got up so fast that half her sweaty brown locks went cascading over her face.

"Wendy, wait!" Dipper yelped. In his rush to get out of his bed, the ever-awkward little teen tangled himself in his sheets and hit the floor with a thud.

"Dudes, what gives?" She laughed as she undid the lock. "I'm just-"

Suddenly Mabel was halfway up on her back and desperately grasping on tight. "Stop! Wendy, wait!"

"Hey! Chill, okay?" Wendy easily pried the little brunette off, face forward and pushed the window open wide. A heavenly refreshing breeze washed over her, and she gasped with delight. "I'm just-"

Suddenly they had company. It was like nothing that she had seen before, and considering the summer that she'd been having so far that was saying quite a lot. The basketball-sized orb of pulsing, leathery skin hovered right in from out of the night without so much as single sound. The redheaded teen let out a startled yell and took a hard tumble backwards.

The eerie visitor continued silently pulsing away as it floated ] into the center of the room. It hovered for a few moments, and then its skin suddenly split open with a wet tear. Slowly the rip grew and grew, gradually revealing a single blood-red eyeball hiding beneath. It's freshly torn skin flaps blinked a few times, and the thing turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees as it carefully scanned all around with its large rectangular pupil. Finally a voice emanated from somewhere on its mouthless form.

"...Crackers?"

The twins let out a joint moan. A very bemused Wendy quickly guessed that this was something of a routine of sorts.

"No." Dipper replied grumpily.

"Crackers?" The thing hopefully repeated itself.

"No. We still don't have any crackers." He repeated.

"Crackers?"

"No."

"Crackers?"

"Still no crackers. None. Okay?"

"No crackers?" It murmured confusedly.

"No, no crackers." The boy reiterated with a grouchy yawn. Despite getting the same answer several times in a row, the thing hovered hopefully all around the room.

"Crackers?" Repeated the disembodied voice. "Crackers?"

It stopped in front of Wendy. The bewildered teen showed off her empty hands. "Uh, no."

"Crackers?"

"Sorry?" She said with a shrug. Mabel meanwhile had retrieved a broom that she now used to gently prod the anomaly.

"C'mon. C'mon, back out you go." She coaxed. "Let's go."

Despite her encouragement, the thing kept floating all around and searching every nook and cranny of the room. It checked up in the rafters, beneath the beds, and wherever it could take a glance with its enormous blinking eye. Dipper fetched a mop, and together the exasperated siblings tried their best to corral it. It was harder than herding a cat, but finally they managed to steer it back towards the window.

"No crackers…." With a deeply disappointed sigh it floated back out into the darkness of the night and vanished as abruptly as it arrived.

"Bye bye!" Mabel sang before closing the window back up tight. "Remember, no crackers here!"

"You okay?" Dipper checked up on their lanky friend. Wendy nodded as she nursed a sore backside.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...like, kinda weirded out right now." She confessed.

"Sorry. It's been like this all week. Every night around eleven." Dipper rubbed sleep-heavy eyes as he explained. "We're still trying to figure this one out."

"Um... has Ford-" She tried to ask.

"We're all trying to figure this one out." He clarified for her.

"At least Shelia's pretty polite about it." Mabel joined them in the center of the room. She added as a point of pride, "I named it."

Silence settled on the attic as Wendy just wordlessly sat there with emerald eyes peering out into nothing. The twins shared worried glances.

"Wendy?" Dipper said softly.

"Hello?" Mabel waved a hand in front of the lanky teen's emerald eyes. "Wendy?"

"Huh?" She snapped back to the present. "Oh, sorry. I was...I was just planning."

"Planning?" Dipper repeated.

"Yeah. First thing tomorrow morning, I'm bugging the crap out of Stan to buy you two a couple fans…."