Anyone see the weirdmaggedon 2 trailers? My mabill shipping headcanons are dying because they won't happen ;-;
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.
"Once again, thank y'all for attending this meeting. Have a great day."
The monthly meeting for all the headmasters had concluded. The only headmistress waited at the side for Bud to finish talking to another person. She inhaled deeply, before walking over to him.
"Sir, may I speak to you?" She asked solemnly, "Privately."
"Of course," He delightfully answered. The CEO led her out the room and down a few halls. She didn't recognize any of it, but they would pass by rows of windows with beautiful views. Finally, they arrived at two grand doors. Bud opened them, and gestured her to come in before following after. The doors shut behind them.
"So, what seems ta' be the problem?" He began their discussion as he sat back in his leather chair. The blonde discreetly squirmed in her own chair before saying, "This has to do with your son, Gideon."
There was a sudden shift in the air as Bud straightened himself up, "What about him?"
She inquired, "Do you know about the amulet he uses for his travelling shows?"
"Unfortunately, yes." He answered, "A long time ago, I tried ta' convince him not ta' use it. But he wouldn't listen ta' me. The only question I have now is how could I have let it come ta' this…"
The older man was looking downcast at his desk. She knew this would be painful to hear, but she had to report in this new information. Although, Pacifica wasn't much for subtlety with her words. She decided to give him a moment, before revealing, "He has absorbed its power."
Bud shot his head up with wide eyes. He searched Pacifica's face for any signs of lies, but there was none. He stuttered incredulously, "W-What?"
He knew, they both knew what Gideon would become now. The headmistress could see the absolute despair in the father's face. He slouched back into his chair, while putting a hand to his eyes and giving a heavy sigh. She waited for some kind of response, not wanting to leave abruptly.
"Go," He croaked out after a few moments, "I'll be sure ta' give you ma' reply shortly."
"Thank you, sir," Pacifica hurriedly went out of her chair to leave so he could have some time alone. Before shutting the doors, she told him, "I'm sorry."
She exhaled all the pressure that built up in that room as she leaned against one of the windows. Fixing herself up, the blonde decided to head back to her academy. She was sure that Bud would think of something to help them in their time of need. Even if it was against his own son…
A woman came up to her as she was walking back to her office, "Four classes are out eliminating the trespassing monsters. McGucket and his apprentice finished another batch of drones to be used. No students have been reported skipping."
"Good," Pacifica briskly replied. She went into her office and shut the door behind her.
Meanwhile, Wendy groggily opened her eyes with aching muscles. She wiped her forehead of the sweat and grime that had covered her. Her clothes had some dirt and tears to it as well, but still seemed in wearable condition. She panted heavily as she doubled over. She coughed, and blood spilled out. The red head removed the red liquid from the side of her mouth before looking around. She couldn't hear her classmates fighting, or her teacher shouting orders. There was stray branches and raw wood spikes of the trees that she had broken while being hurled through the forest. That monster had gotten a good grip on her, before flinging her who knows where.
Wendy reached into her pouch to take out her crystal communicator. Dialing a specific pattern, the signature tinkling filled the area. Suddenly, there was, "Corduroy, where are you?! Are you okay?"
Her teacher had asked in a panic. Wendy only chuckled before replying, "I'm fine, miss. I don't really know where I am, though. But don't worry, I'll be sure to return quickly. How long have I been out?"
"Only for about ten minutes. Call again incase of emergency, we'll see you back at school."
The older woman hung up. Wendy blew a raspberry as she stood up and stretched. She dusted some of the dirt off of her, before searching for the tallest tree near her. She grinned in success. Focusing her soul essence to her feet, she bounded up the branches to the very top of the pine tree.
She used her arm and hung herself outwards, her long red hair waved in the wind. Wendy could see the pines acting as a roof, covering much of the ground. But in the far distance, there were small buildings. Then, there was her school, grand as always. She looked around in case of any monsters, but it was hard to see what was hidden in the shadows. She only saw the occasional forest dweller.
Remembering the direction she would take, she hopped off the top and landed on the ground, creating a small cloud of dirt. She began her glorious journey of body-wrenching walking. But Wendy was already trained for this kind of endurance. And she wasn't very fearful of the shadows the forest held. She was a Corduroy!
Suddenly, there was a rapid rustle of the bushes. On instinct, her axe summoned in her hand as she held a defensive stance. She waited for anything to pop out. But it was just moments before a small, white figure sprung out. Wendy was taken aback briefly, before loosening her form. The bunny swiftly hopped past her. She turned her head to watch as it flitted by, disappearing into another bush.
Wendy failed to notice that she was abruptly shaded upon. But once she did, her grip on her weapon tightened, before swinging it behind her. There was a distorted cry, and the student found herself against another one of the monsters she is assigned to kill on a weekly basis. However, it wasn't as large, only being the size of a couch. It had a cut on its body, probably from her graze. This should be easy enough.
Well, that's what she thought, until it unexpectedly fired a short, neon red laser at her. With a small yelp, she dodged out of the way. The tree behind her now had a burnt mark. Wendy grit her teeth at the soreness of her body, but she had to push through. She ran towards the monster with boosted speed, axe in hand. Her swing missed, and she cursed as another red laser was fired at her. She moved out of the way, but there was a thin burn now apparent on her arm.
Wendy didn't have enough strength to face the monster off alone. She had to run back and find help. With a new plan in mind, she started running as fast as she could towards the school. Her attacker was trailing behind, sprinting on all fours. The girl didn't get too far before her leg was suddenly stinging with pain. She rolled to the ground with a slight cry. Her head turned to her injury, it was blistered and glowing red. There was spots of blood covering her flesh.
Wendy hissed at the pain as the monster was creeping towards her. She summoned her axe and held it defensively in front of her. Her breathing was rapid and her eyes were defiant. For the first time in her life, she actually felt fear for her life. She was weakened and injured, facing against a strong blood lusting creature. It would only be seconds before death would bring her in.
Before she could react, the monster was suddenly split in half. Black blood sprayed her before it dissipated into an inky blackness. Wendy swiftly wiped the blood off of her face to see the newcomer. One hand still held her weapon up firmly.
"Wendy!"
There was a boy. It was the same boy who went against her headmistress a few months ago! He was holding a sword in his hand as he looked at her in surprise. There was an older man behind him. She instantly recognized him as Stanford Pines.
"Oh, hey." She sighed in relief. The redhead attempted to get on her feet, but quickly stumbled down. Ford ran over to her while holding a vial, "Drink this, it'll help."
Trusting his judgement, she complied without hesitation. Immediately, she felt the injuries on her body change from pain to a weird tickling sensation. Wendy observed the burn on her arm return to a normal pale color. Soon, she only felt sore here and there, but relatively fine. She chuckled and smiled, "Wow! That's amazing. I'm glad you guys got here before I turned into monster food."
"No problem, Wendy." Dipper replied, almost shyly, "We'll get you back to the academy, too!"
"Thanks, Dopper!" She joked. The student saw the brief crease in his forehead, and she corrected herself, "I mean, Dipper."
"Yes, let's get to it." Ford motioned her to follow them. She stood up without a problem, and started to walk at pace with the two.
"So, what're you two doing out in the woods?" Wendy inquired.
Dipper shrugged as he avoided eye contact, "Oh, just training a little. But not too much."
He cleared his throat and patted his bicep, "Don't wanna get too big…"
She laughed, and he felt a light blush arise to his face. Ford just rolled his eyes at his grandnephew. After she calmed down, she continued, "You really are becoming a Soul Fighter on your own, huh? That's awesome, dude! You'll really show all those jerks."
Dipper gave a small giggle, before informing her, "Well, yeah. But I have my great uncles to help me. And it's not really to show off. I want to be able to fight for my family, and protect them…"
There was a moment of silence as they were walking. Dipper felt sweat bullet down his face. Did he say something wrong? Was it too serious? He ruined the atmosphere of the conversation! He forced another chuckle and waved his hands around, "And stuff like that! But otherwise, it's really fun—"
"Hey," She cut him off of his rant, "I get it. And I think it's really cool. You're a lot more mature than I thought."
"R-Really?" His voice cracked and Ford cringed. Dipper quickly changed his demeanor, "I mean, yeah. Thanks, I get that a lot."
"No, you don't." His grunkle mumbled under his breath. Dipper swiftly slapped the older man's hand, much to the redhead's confusion. But before she could ask, they were already in front of the school. She grinned and waved goodbye to the two. "Thanks again!"
"No problem, Wendy!" He cheekily smiled back, and even formed finger guns to mockingly shoot in her direction. Ford just grabbed his hands and shook his head disapprovingly. Dipper shamefully pulled his hat over his eyes as they began to walk back to the shack.
Once they arrived, Dipper couldn't help but become giddy. His training was done for the day, so he could hang out with his sister! He ran up stairs and opened the door excitedly, "Mabel!"
Their room was empty, except for Waddles who was napping on Mabel's bed. His eyebrows furrowed as he stood at the doorway. He examined the room for any oddly misplaced objects. But it all seemed normal.
"Mabel?"
Just as he was about to step forward, his sister suddenly hung upside down in front of his face.
"SURPRISE!"
He let out a startled yelp as he started staggering backwards. His foot stepped on air, and he was abruptly tumbling down the stairs. He landed on his face with a muffled "ouch."
"Ooh," Mabel winced as she stood atop, "Wow, Dipper, I'm sorry."
Said boy rolled on his back before bringing himself up. He checked himself for injuries, but found none. He waved his hand dismissively, "It's fi–"
"I'm sorry that I got you so good!" She slid down the banister and launched towards her brother. They both rolled to the floor, with her sprawled on top. She was laughing joyfully, and soon Dipper was too. The two thirteen-year-olds hugged their sides as they started to hurt from laughing too hard. They ended up laying beside each other on the dirty wooden floorboards while trying to catch their breath.
"Oh yeah," Dipper remembered, "I'm done with training for today. Do you have anything in mind that you want to do?"
"Of course! We'll go right away!" She hoisted herself up with a grunt. The female twin took her brother by his vest collar, and he groaned, "Not this again."
Dipper found himself being dragged along the ground as his sister hurried to town. He would let out occasional sounds of discomfort as he hit a rock or a root of a tree. But she paid him no mind, her sights were only looking ahead. He wondered how in the world she could pull this much weight so quickly.
"Here we are!" She extended her arms out to showcase the building they arrived at. Dipper arched an eyebrow. "Greasy's Diner?"
"Yeah! We've been here for five months, but we haven't eaten out. So I thought, why not?"
"But we don't have any money."
"Or do we?" Mabel reached into her sweater, and pulled out a wad of cash. She grinned as his pupils were practically dollars. "Whoa, where did you get all that?!"
"I have my resources," She stuffed the money back into her sweater and pulled him inside.
Grunkle Stan scratched under his arm as he awoke from his nap. Fixing his glasses onto his face, he couldn't help but feel… disturbed. Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization as he rushed to his office. He slammed the door open and ran over his desk to pull open his drawer. There was nothing inside. He fell to his knees and yelled to the sky, "MOTHER—""
"—of food!" The twins mouths were watering as the food they ordered were placed in front of them. Delicious aromas filled their noses, and they quickly dug in. Dipper moaned while Mabel teared up, "I'll eat all of this while I'm still alive!"
She poked her fork through the omelette and took a bite. Immediately, she started to choke. The female twin coughed and sputtered, before hacking out the piece of food. Dipper paused his eating to look at his sister worriedly. She only had a face of disgust, "Don't eat the omelette."
The two brunettes sobered from their food frenzy after a few minutes. The lively ambience of the diner was simply lovely. There was the sizzling of the cooking, the chatter from the customers, and the stereotypical faults that a diner had, like gum under the table. Dipper shook his hand in distaste before pouring a little water on it and drying it.
"So, how's the food?" Their waiter came over and asked. She was a nice elderly woman with one eye closed. Her name tag read 'Lazy Susan.'
Mabel tried to reply with her mouth full, but Dipper quickly took over. "It's really good, thanks!"
"Oh, no, thank you! Wink." Susan used her hand to manually wink her closed eye. The siblings laughed nervously, and Mabel nearly choked again. Swallowing her food, she swiftly took out the right amount of cash to pay for their meal. Lazy Susan was confused, "That's quite alright, dear. You don't have to pay just yet."
"No, I insist."
"Well, if you really want to," She took the money gratefully. Susan beamed at the kids before leaving their table. The twins shuddered briefly, before diving into conversation.
Mabel inquired, "So, how's the training been bro-bro?"
"Fine," Dipper answered, "I got the hang of my sword really fast. Now the grunkles are letting me test it out on the monsters and stuff!"
"Really?" Mabel went visibly worried, "Don't come home with dying breaths anytime soon, okay?"
"Of course I won't. Also, guess who I met today!"
"A unicorn?!"
"What? No!"
"Oh, then who?"
"Wendy!"
Dipper waited for his sister to catch on, but she only gave him a vacant stare. He puffed his cheeks before clarifying, "The girl from the academy with the long red hair. We met her a few months ago."
"Ooh," Mabel recalled, "Yeah, now I remember. What happened?"
"She was in trouble. So using my amazing new skills, I saved her." Dipper smirked arrogantly to himself while Mabel just rolled her eyes.
"What about talking to her? Have any amazing skills on that?"
The male frowned slightly, "Well, yeah. A little bit."
His sister had a deadpanned look and he cracked under her stare, "Okay, no. I suck at talking to girls! You caught me!"
He placed his head on the table and she sighed. Mabel got up and out of her chair, but had to pause to prevent herself from becoming too nauseous. She may have eaten a bit too over the top. She tapped her brother on his arm, "Come on, bro-bro. How about we start teaching you now?"
Perplexed, Dipper turned his head to look at her, "You'll teach me?"
"Well, it'll be hard to demonstrate it by myself." She explained, "But I'm sure I'll find someone to help!"
Dipper nodded and went out as well. They waved goodbye to the Greasy's Diner inhabitants as they exited through the door. The brunettes began to walk around town, with their bellies full and satisfied. Mabel ignored her slight nausea as they continued looking. The female's eyes caught onto someone, and she grinned from ear to ear.
Dipper was stunned as she suddenly bursted forward. He chased after her, but stopped when she unexpectedly jumped.
"GLOMP!"
Bill felt himself being squashed once again. The flock of birds flapped their wings rapidly and flew away. There was a little boy who was feeding them, but soon fled in fright. The blonde grit his teeth and punched the ground in frustration. He didn't have to guess who was on top of him.
"What do you want, Shooting Star?"
"Fancy meeting you here, friend!" She yelled in his ear, and he only grew more annoyed. "We need your help!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dipper interjected, "We don't need his help, Mabel."
Bill laid his chin in his crossed arms, "Yeah, why would I help you with anything? And I hope you aren't expecting that it's for free."
The girl only pushed herself off of him to stand up. She clapped the dirt off her hands before placing them on her hips. "Well, you see. Dipper's a bit socially inept when it comes to girls, or anyone really."
"Hey!"
"And I was going to teach him some stuff. But I'll need some help."
"This is ridiculous," Bill commented, "I'm not helping your dumb brother with his dumb issues."
"Hey!" The male brunette was ignored once again.
"Oh, come on! I just wanna show Dipper how it's done, you won't even have to do anything! I'll be the guy, you can be the girl." Mabel tried to persuade him. The dream-demon only looked offended. "What? No, I will not be the girl!"
Dipper snickered in the background, "Well, look who's the girl now."
"No one asked, Pine Tree!"
"I don't need your permission to speak!"
"It doesn't matter. Your voice is a pain to hear, anyways!"
"Look who's talking."
"HEY!" Mabel shouted, which stopped their insults from accumulating too high. "Dipper still needs this lesson."
"So? What do I care?" The blonde stood up to leave, but Mabel needed to prevent him from teleporting away. She hurriedly thought up of a plan.
"Oh, why am I asking you, anyways? That would just be silly!" Mabel slapped a hand to her forehead. Bill glared at her, "What is that supposed to mean?"
The female looked up at him tauntingly, "Do you even know how to do it?"
Bill sneered at her, his pride obviously hurt, "Of course I do! Watch and learn, Pine Tree."
Suddenly, the dream-demon grabbed her hand and twirled her into his arms. He leaned her down gracefully. Mabel's eyes widened as Bill looked down at her face with a confident smirk and a piercing eye. He spoke charmingly, "You must be a shooting star, because you made all my wishes come true."
Her face slowly became as red as a tomato. Before he could remark, Bill abruptly felt a hand press his face and push him away from the girl. Dipper was staring him down with pure rage. Mabel was sitting on her legs with her hands to her cheeks while Bill just huffed and looked away. The male twin tried to convince himself that there wasn't a tint of red on the dream-demon's cheeks. Bill stuffed his hands into his pockets and declared, "That's all you're getting from me."
Then, he was gone. Dipper pursed his lips in annoyance. He turned around to check on his sister, who was still in shock. Her face was still bright red, much to his dismay. Just as he was about to mention it, Mabel spilled the contents of her lunch onto the ground beside her. Her twin brother swiftly held her hair up as she vomited.
When she was done, he rubbed a comforting hand on her back. She croaked out, "I may have eaten too much."
Dipper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Let's just spend the rest of the day at home. I think I've had enough how-to-talk-to-girls lessons for today."
"But you only had one."
"It's all good," He ended their short conversation. She only nodded, not up to talking back. Dipper helped her onto her feet. She tried to walk, but nearly fell forwards. So he put her arm around him to assist her. They began to make their way back to the shack. Their grunkles would be in for quite a story.
I had to fulfill my mabill needs! Hope you don't mind too much. So cheesy, that line :P
Thanks for reading, pce!
