Irrational Treasure(part 1)
A/N: This chapter is two parts, the first part is the prolog for the rest of the ark, then after episode 10 in the show, Fight Fighters, my little OC Michael kills the fallen angel that we met in the last few chapters, yes I know spoilers. But, let's just enjoy the ride, shall we? ;)
Part one: The storm is brewing
3rd person PoV
It is now 7:00 AM, the Pines twins wake up to a Wendy and a Michael making pancakes and bacon, much to the spite of a one Grunkle Stan. Said he was saving that for a special occasion.
"Oh yeah?" Michael had asked him when Stan said this. "What's more special than celebrating a successful party? We're gonna need the calories to burn through the clean up."
"Nothing more than the apocalypse is special enough for you to open my bacon without my permission, boy," Stan answered.
"Oh and who's gonna stop me?" The superpowered teen said back smugly. "Johnny McDoesn'texist?" Grunkle Stan didn't reply to this, just grumbled and ate the pancakes, bacon and sunny side up eggs Michael put in front of him. "Yeah, I thought so," he muttered. "Just eat up old man, you're not getting out of cleaning up your own mess."
And after that, breakfast went on with pleasantries, small talk, Mabel trying to hint at Wendy that Dipper has a crush on her, but failing ultimately as the hints go over the red's head…. And also Dipper stomping on Mabel's feet under the table.
After breakfast they all got dressed and washed up and began to clean the mess from the party. They all managed to get most of the decorations down, the left over food and other snacks plastic wrapped and placed in the fridge. At about 10 AM Soos came in and helped Michael and Wendy dismantle the DJ booth and various sound and lighting systems, Michael only just barely avoiding getting electrocuted.(Which we all know that he pretty much fakes now, given light to his powers)
That was about the time a knock on the door sounded through the Shack.
"Not it!" "Not it!" NOT IT!~~" "Oh, uh, also not it!"
"Soos, nobody asked you," gripped an irritated Grunkle Stan.
"I know, and I'm comfortable with that~AHHH!" That was because he accidently touched a live plug with an ice cream hand. The ice cream sandwich he was munching on melted a bit in his hand.
"Dipper, get the door!"
"Aw, what? Why Grunkle Stan?"
"Because I'm on the banisters!" Michael answered for Stan. Then he too got electrocuted, by the same way as yesterday, fell onto the ladder he used to hop on the beams, breaking it and crushing him and Wendy that was holding it steady for him.
"...We're not ok…" She muttered.
"Ugh, fine," Dipper muttered as more knocking sounded. He went to the front door, and upon opening it he found a one Pacifica Northwest standing there. She's dressed in a green dress, purple leggings, leather boots, a belt and a raccoon hat. "Oh, uh, hi. Can I… help you?" Dipper asked in confusion, seeing as it wasn't him him that got a blow job from the blond yesterday, but a cloned aspect of him.
"Uh… hi Dipper. Did… did that guy talk to you about… what happened last night?"
"Uh… guy? What happened last night-oh!..." The reminder unlocked some memories from 7 the night before. Even though number 7 was his own person, in a certain point of view, he was still attached to Dipper in a certain way via magic, or some other mumbo jumbo that none of us understand. "Right… last night," he stammered, blushing like mad.
"Yeah…" Pacifica said, also blushing.
"Um… Listen, this is gonna sound weird, and completely crazy, but… that wasn't me last night. Some crazy stuff happened and… well, to be blunt, you blew my clone."
These words were met with silence, the blonde adopting an angry look, she opens her mouth to say something, but then Michael bursts out from behind Dipper. "Hey, Dip, who's at the door…. Oh, it's you," he said, not being snide or anything, just surprised. "Um… right…. Well, this is awkward."
"Yeah, no kidding," Dipper said irritated, and embarrassed. "Mind explaining what happened?"
"Yeah, sure, hey blondie, hold still."
"What are you-" She doesn't finish as Michael makes a finger gun, puts his thumb to his forehead and chants something.
"Ut in somnis mihi factus somnia vestra," his finger glows softly, as he places his index finger to the middle of Pacificas forehead.
She cringes in pain for a few seconds, Dipper tries to go forward to try and comfort her, but Michael puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head. She needs to deal with this on her own.
Finally she looks up, her eyes widens as her brain processes the information she was given. "No way," she says as the images stop flashing. From the time Michael walked in on him making clones when he tied up that drug dealer, to seeing several Dippers "covertly" set up an elaborate ruse, to seeing her and number 7 together. "Really? I gave a blow job to a freaken paper clone?"
"Yup, pretty much," Michael said bluntly, and once he said that he received an elbow to the ribs from Dipper. "Uh, I mean, yeah… that's the gist of it. Sorry girl, but, there are things in this world that can do that, and the world ain't nice."
The blonde girl glared daggers at the teen, and then turned her attention to Dipper. And once again, before she could say anything, someone came bursting out the front door.
"Hey bro, whatcha doing? Grunkle Stan is getting irritable. Oh hey Pacifica!" Mabel said coming out from behind Michael.
The blonde 12 year old didn't answer, she just pointed at Dipper and said, "This isn't over Pines." Then she turned around and left. She walked into a limo, and it drove off.
"Yeesh, what was that about?" Mabel asked completely lost.
"It's a… long story," Michael said. "A story that your brother will tell you, I got shit to do."
"Wait, what!?" Dipper said. "I don't wanna tell her this… I don't even want you telling anyone anything!"
"No secrets between you and your significant other," Michael said nonchalantly.
"Wha.. what?" Dipper said blushing a bit, "dude, she's my sister!"
"Your twin! sister," Michael said turning back into the house. "You guys are practically married already. I got stuff to do, see ya."
And with that, he left the Pines twins to bicker about Pacifica's visit, until Dipper relented and told her everything that happened last night. Michael walked through the house, passing Grunkle Stan, who are nursing a shocked Soos, and a slightly concussed Wendy, who I'm sure is just fine, just needs to walk it off. Finally he stops off in the gift shop. Michael leans up against the counter, putting his hands on it and hunching over, taking in a deep breath.
Michael PoV
Ok… I'll be the first to admit it. I'm scared. I'm scared of the fallen angel named Tazz, I'm scared of what he said, what he will do… and I'm scared for the twins. I mean, I don't even know why I'm scared for them specifically, out of all the people in this town, in this Shack, but I'm scared that the angel will target them specifically. I'm usually more heartless than this, that I could brush it off and go after my target, that whatever happens to them happens, but somehow along the line I've been here, I've grown attached to them.
I lift a hand in front of my face, and summon some spirit energy to my palm. Electricity starts to crackle in it, but it seems week. Instead of the arcs of lightning being generated from me, it's just a few sparks that gather momentum, but not to the standard that I'm used to.
Sighing, I drop my hand and cut off the spirit energy. Just then there's a knock on the door. Looking up I see a middle aged latino man. He looks gant, kind of skinny, and wearing a hoodie, and jogger pants. I walk up to the door, unlock it, I don't have a key, so I pretend to do the motions, and use magic to unlock it. Once the door is opened, I say, "Yes, can I help you? The Shack is closed right now…"
"Um… yes, my name is Hector, Hector Arzagato. I'm looking for a Michael?"
"Uh…" Ok, some red flags, but let's see how this plays out. "Got a last name as well?"
"No, just the first name. I was referred to him by a friend, from up in Anchorage, said that he could help me with a poltergeist problem."
Anchorage… Alaska. Only 7 people still alive know that I was there a few years ago. But, "Ok, what's your problem sir? I'm sure that your friend sent you to me for a reason."
"O-oh, your Michael?"
"Yes I am, now, what seems to be the tro-" I got cut off as my cell phone started to ring. I bring it out to see that it's Kuske. "I'm sorry, I gotta take this," he starts to protest but I answer and turn my back on him. "Hello?"
"Greeting Head Captain, how's the hillbilly life treating you?" The Japanese-American answers on the other line.
"Eh, can't complain. I'm guessing that since you're calling, that you've decided that you want to expand into America?"
"Why, yes indeed I do sir! In fact, I'm in Portland right now!"
"Wait, you're state side? When did you get in?"
"About 2 hours ago, I just checked into my hotel, and I'm gonna catch a bus out to Gravity Falls and check out that convenience store. Mind swinging by before hand and letting the ghosts know that I'm gonna be coming? You did tell them what I could do for them, right?"
"I did, I told them that you were a scientist that specialized in ghost's, am I wrong?"
"No no, that's… pretty spot on actually. For you I mean."
"Whatever Kuske," I grumble out. "Look, just get here tonight, and I'll open a gate for you back to Portland when we finish talking to the ghosts. Sound good?"
"Sure, sure, see you tonight. Bye Michael."
"Bye Kuske," I say and hang up. "Ok Mr. Arzagato, what seems to be troubling-" I start off, but stop when I turn around to see him gone, and a paper floating where he stood. "-You… what is this?"
I walk forward and snatch it out of the air and read it. My eyes go wide as I read the words; I know who you are, and you met my colleague. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, at least not yet. Let's see how you do with Mr. Tazz. We will meet soon.
-Signed,
A friend.
I sighed, and crumpled the paper. "So, it's gonna be like that is it… AGH!" I flinch as a paper ball hits me from somewhere out side. Bending down I pick it up, uncrumple it, and read; Yes. Yes it will be like complaining and get to work!
Uh… ok…. An angel with a sense of humor, neat.
"Michael!" I yell out and jump as Stan's voice bellows from the hallway leading into the gift shop. He walks in and narrows his eyes at me. "Why is the front door open?"
"Oh, uh, sorry Stan, it was a bit dusty in here, wanted to give the room some air," I quickly say, hiding the two papers in my pocket.
"Hmm, well, lock back up. We got to go into town and pick up some things. Wendy and Soos has the day off. Meet me and the kids out front," he says starting to walk back to the house.
"Will do Mr. Pines!" I yell and bring out the notes. I quickly light them on fire, and smother them when they're nothing but ash, and throw them in the trash bin. "Will do."
Irrational Treasure
Dipper PoV
My Grunkle Stan honks the horn again in annoyance. "Come on! Move already!"
Next to me, my sister is eating some nacho chips, then brings out two and some how attaches them to her ears. "Ha! Nacho earrings, I'm hilarious!"
"That's debatable," Stan said and honked the horn again.
"And I kind of agree with that," Michael said from the passenger seat. Ever since this morning, he's been a bit grouchy, I wonder if something happened at the party last night.
"Why is there so much traffic," Stan said, "and why is it all… covered waggons? Wait, oh no…. No, no, no, no! Not today!" Then he kicks his car into the 5th gear and speeds away.
"Grunkle Stan, what's going on?!" I ask worriedly from the back seat.
"We gotta get out of here! Before it's too late!" He yells back.
"Geez, calm down old man!" Michael yells as Stan narrowly avoided running over some ladies dressed as 19th century stuff.
"Don't patronize me now, punk!" Stan yells back at Michael, and shifts into reverse and then stops as some more covered waggons block our rear. Then some more start to move in front of us. "Oh no, they've circled the waggons! NOOOOOOOOO!"
Me and Mabel look around, then we both spot a cow, with really big baby brown eyes looking at her. "I have a good feeling about today," she looks at me and says with a smile.
"Yeah, normally I'd agree with you," Michael says from the front seat, "but sometimes… shit happens."
Stan punched him on the side of the face, "Language!"
Aaaaaaand cue theme song! :D
After we find a place to park, we all get out and take a look around. Everyone's dressed like old timey people, and a bunch of vendors and stalls were set up, for people trying to 'sell their wares!' as they keep yelling.
"Aw, great Pioneer day!" Grunkle Stan gripes out and he takes it all in. Then I turn and meet a sight that looks like a snapshot from a hundred year old post card. Then two people move a giant dirty piece of glass out of the way. "Stained glass! Stained glass coming through!"
"Aw boy," Grunkle Stan said, "every year these yahoos dress up like idiots to celebrate the year that the town was founded. And it's very annoying."
Just then Toby Determined walks by and says in his squeaky voice, "Welcome to 1863!"
Stan rolled up his sleeve and says, "I will break you little man!"
"AHH!" He runs off, only to trip over a barrel, spilling a bunch of newspapers he was carrying.
"Man," Michael says walking up, rubbing his bruised cheek, "now that's just sad. Why you gatta be so rude, Grunkle Stan?"
"Shut it before I punch you again," he says nonchalantly.
"I'd like to see you try it in a fair fight old man," he counters.
"Oh,is that a challenge now, is it?"
Me and Mabel look around the street again to take in some of the vendors. "Wow! Candle dipping!" She says while I spot, "Gold panning!" and then we see what appears to be a wedding with only the groom but no bride. "I now pronounce you man and wife," the preature says.
The woodpecker pecks at the man's hand, and he says, "I do!"
"What you talkin about?" Mabel says weirdly.
"Oh yeah," I say at a sudden realization. I reach into my vest and pull out the journal and flip through it. "Apparently in Gravity Falls, it use to be legal to marry woodpeckers."
"Oh it's still legal," the man says walking up to us. "Very legal," that last bit sounds a liiiitle bit creepy.
"Come one, come all to the opening ceremonies!" said someone over the microphone. The man walks away as Grunkle Stan and Michael comes to us. "Well," the teen said, "we have a fight scheduled for later, what's new for you?"
"Just today," Mabel says.
"You coming too Grunkle Stan?" I ask.
"Ha, yeah right," comes his reply, "I've had enough of this town as it is, just remember you come home talking like them, you're dead to me!"
Me and Mabel looked at each other, and then, "Well, there's a horseshoe in the turnip cellar!" I said with an exaggerated accent.
Mabel did the same with, "Well course swavle my havel sacks!" Then we both spit on the ground and ran away laughing.
"Dead to me!" We hear Grunkle Stan shouts behind us.
"Why hello Gravity Falls!" Sheriff Blubs said from a microphone on the stage. "And welcome to the annual Pioneer day celebration!"
"Whooo!" Deputy Durland yelled coming on stage. "I have a bell!"
Just then a guy in a bandito costume snatched a purse out of an old ladies hand. "Oh! Help police my purse!"
Deputy Durland just rang his bell, having the time of his life. "Man, he sure loves his bell," Blubs said.
Just then Pacifica walked on stage, and tapped the microphone. "Hello Gravity Falls, and welcome to the 150 anniversary Pioneer day. My name is Pacifica Northwest, and as you all may know, I am the great-great granddaughter of town founder, Nathaniel Northwest," she gestured to the statue behind the stage. "I am also very rich!" She said with a wink. "Now, who wants to come up and show some Pioneer day spirit!?"
"Aw, Dipper! I should go up there!" Mabel said from beside me. "I have spirit enough for the both of us!"
"I don't know Mabel, isn't that girl kind of your arch enemy?" I ask looking at her as we see her checking out her fingernails.
"Aw, that's water under the bridge!" She waves it off.
"Since when, like, last night?" I say, still eyeing Pacifica.
"And didn't she blow you?" Mabel shot back.
"Shut up," I said shooting her a glare.
"You know, she does have a point," Michael said coming from behind us. "And so do you," he says looking at me. "Maybe she's a person, but she was pretty pissed at you this morning."
"Don't you have to start a fist fight with my uncle?" I ask him.
"That's later. He sped off once the road was clear. So, I'm gonna spend the day with you guys."
"Oh, ok… what should we do?" I ask him.
"Hmm…" He puts a hand on his chin and actually looks like he's pondering it. "I say go for it," he points to the stage.
"Ok!" Mabel says and runs off.
"Our first new comer is!" Pacifica says, then she sees who it is. "Mabel," she said with a glare.
"Yeah!" She says, "Let's get this Pioneer day started!" She blows a raspberry. "USA! USA!" She starts chanting.
Then everyone in the cloud starts to chant with her, it even bring a redneck with a mulet to tears. "Yeah!" Michael says, "USA!" Then he makes a finger gun, and shoots this magic bolt in the air that explodes into some multi colored sparks. "And that was pyrotechnics, NOT magic, pyrotechnics," he says to the awe struck crowd.
"Oh I'm sorry Mabel, but this day is for serious people," Pacifica was saying, "I mean, everything you do is silly. I mean, look, a puppy playing basketball?" She pointed to her shirt, "Is everything you own this pathetic?" Mabel loses her smile now.
"Uh oh," Michael says.
"Hey," Mabel says trying to defend herself, "I can be serious!" She pouted trying to put on a hard face.
"You do have nachos hanging from your ears hun," Pacifica said smugly. Mabel held her earrings, a blush forming on her cheeks. "Wow, I'm embarrassed for you, lets give her a hand folks!" She yelled out the last part, and everyone started clapping. "Now who wants to hear more about me!"
Mabel walked off stage, her head down in shame. "Oh, uh, excuse me!" I say making my way out of the crowd.
"Out of the way!" Michael said bum rushing people out of our way.
Once I catch up to Mabel, seeing that she's on the verge of tears. "Come on," I say soothingly, putting an arm around her shoulders, "Let's… let's get out of here."
I look back and see her taking a family photo. "I need some old timey butterscotch," Mabel mutters. Pacifica looks at me, a strange look in her eyes.
"Yeah, me too," I say to her and turn away from Pacifica.
"Me three," Michael says, and glances back. "Geez, what a bitch."
Mabel unwraps a butterscotch candy, and tosses it in her mouth. Then she side glances at me. "He Dipper, do you think I'm… silly?"
"Um, nooooo?" I say.
"Ugh, you're right! I am silly!" She takes off her sweater and ties it around her waist.
"Aw, come on Mabel, that's your favorite sweater!"
"It was before Pacifica ruined it for me," She says, ripping off her nochos. "Oh! Ow, ow, ow! I think I scraped my loabs!"
"You'll be fine," Michael says, eating a few butterscotches and looking off at something. "I'll be back," he said starting to walk off. "Stay out of trouble." And he left.
"Hmm… I can never figure out that guy," I say.
"So, what are we gonna do about Pacifica?" Mabel asks.
"Pacifica… I feel like I read something in the journal about Pacificas great great grandfather." I bring out the journal and flip through it. "Here it is! Ahem, In my investigations!... Should, should I do the voice?" I ask, she makes a no sound. "O-ok, I'll just read, normal. Uh, 'In my investigations, I have been lead to believe that fabled town founder Nathaniel Northwest is, in fact, a fraud'!" I gasp and look at Mabel, who had a smile on her face once again. "'The evidence I believe is in the coded message on the parchment below'," I take a folded paper that was taped to the page. "'If only I could crack the code'..." I think for a moment, this could help Mabel, but…. I could also take out Pacifica. Or it could take both of them down.
"I have to investigate this!" I say standing up.
"Wait!" Mabel grabs my sleeve. "Conspiracies are serious, right?"
"Oh yeah, definitely," I say without hesitation.
"Yes! Then I'm coming with you!"
"Yeah! Mystery twins?" I say extending my fist.
"I thought you said you didn't like that?"
"I'm starting to warm up to it," I say with a smile. She smiles back and pounds it.
Michael PoV
I walk away from the twins when I saw Hector Arzagato waving for me to come over. I go up to him, behind some trees at the edge of town.
"Hello Michael," he says. "How are you today?" I don't say anything. "Straight to the point then, ok. I am the angel Eugerial, and I have a job for you."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Ok, shoot."
End Chapter
A/N: PHEW! Man, I started typing on wednesday, and kept it going, I went to bed at about 11:30 last night, and just barely finished it now. And it is damn near 2 O'clock in the afternoon. Well, some explanations.
The latin spell that Michael said to share his thoughts to Pacifica roughly translates to, 'May my dreams, become your dreams.'
Well, that appears to be everything, MabelxDipper fluff in the next chapter, which will come by Monday or Tuesday, hopefully sooner, just keep up the favorites, follows, and reviews! It'll help me update faster. Till then, this has been Bigmike33321, SIGNING OFF! :D*BOOP!*