The portal had first lifted Mabel up, then tossed her back to the wall, next to her brother, Grunkle, and Soos.

The portal's vortex itself was beautiful, a swirl of rainbow and white that actually was inspiring her, she should make a sweater or picture that looked like it. Her head sort of hurt, and her stomach rumbled, when was the last time she had eaten? Her uncle rubbed his head, and Mabel heard her twin ask, "Who is that?"

His answer was short and heartfelt. "The Author of the Journals. My brother."

Mabel had two Grunkles. Her second one being Grunkle Author. Not that Author was the Author's name, but still. What else was she supposed to call him right now?

Her first Grunkle stepped past the three stunned people in the room, and sure enough, the Author took his mask off, revealing a face that looked almost identical to his. It was a tad bit thinner, and Mabel could barely see any part of his forehead, but the resemblance was uncanny.

"After all these long years of waiting, you're actually here!" Her Grunkle exclaimed, holding his arms out wide. "Brother!"

The Author rushed forward, and tackled his brother to the ground, spinning him around to face the kids and Soos. Mabel's uncle gagged a bit as the Author put him in a chokehold, then released him, letting him fall to the ground.

"Worst hug ever." Her Grunkle muttered, getting to his feet and turning around. "What on Earth was that for?"

"This was an insanely risky move, restarting the portal." The Author said, not answering his question. Mabel glanced over at her brother, who was staring blankly at the two men in front of them. "Didn't you read my warnings?"

Her Grunkle scoffed, and Mabel looked back at him. "Warnings, shmornings. How's about a little thanks for saving you from, I don't know, some sort of sci-fi bangs dimension?"

The Author hissed, and folded his arms, "Thank you? You're the one who pushed me in in the first place!"

His brother rolled his eyes and folded his arms too, "Here we go again," He muttered. Mabel was super confused, the Author didn't appear to have noticed anyone except for him, and she had no idea what was going on in between the two of them.

"Hi, yeah, Mabel here," she said, stepping past her brother and raising her hand. "What on Earth is going on here?!"

The Author looked at up at her and seemed to finally see the three other people inside the room. "Stan... You didn't tell me there were children here..." he said, holding one of his hands up to his mouth in a sideways fist, and coughing politely. "And some kind of living marshmallow?"

Mabel was kind of surprised she had never thought of Soos as a marshmallow yet. How had she never noticed? She was still confused, and she watched her Grunkle say, "They're your family Constellation. Shermie's grandkids."

The Author's eyes widened, a fanboyish grin covering his features. "I... Have a niece and nephew?" he asked, mostly himself. He stepped up to Mabel and kneeled in front of her, "Hi. Or greetings... Wow, I have so many questions."

Mabel shook the hand he extended out to her, and she replied with, "Yeah, I have some for you too. Why did my Grunkle call you 'constellation'?"

The Author sighed, and lifted his free hand up to his forehead, pushing his bangs back and revealing a birthmark.

A birthmark that looked exactly like the Big Dipper.

"You're a star-headed weirdo, and he's just a dumber, sweatier version of you. And you're lucky you two have each other, because neither of you will ever make any friends!"

Dipper didn't hate very many people. But that Crampelter... How dare he even live on the same planet as them. Of course, Dipper would probably never be brave enough to voice his own opinions. Luckily he didn't have to. He had a twin.

"Oh yeah! Well you're a stupid dumb-dumb!" Stanley yelled at Crampelter, who rolled his eyes, "Whatever Dork."

Crampelter and his cronies spun around and walked away. Stan called them names all the time, but they never seemed to mind. Stan held his fists against his sides, and seemed to notice Dipper's somewhat solemn expression.

"Hey, don't let them get to you," Stan said, patting Dipper's bare shoulder. Dipper sighed and muttered, "I'm not, so..."

"One of these days, you and me are gonna said away from this dumb town!" Stan said, wrapping his arm around Dipper's shoulders. "We'll hunt for treasure, get all the girls, and be an unstoppable team of adventurers!"

Dipper's face couldn't help but break out into a smile. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"One million percent Noodle Arms." Stan said, with absolute confidence, pointing one of his fingers towards his brother's chest. "Let's go home."

"I... Wow. You're the Author of the Journals!"

Dipper stood up from shaking his niece's hand. Standing a bit closer to the wall was a young boy, his hands holding the sides of his face. Normally, Dipper wouldn't have a problem with this, but there was something... Off, about how his nephew looked.

What was it?

"You read my Journals?" He asked, pulling the first one out of his black jacket. The blue cover looked a bit musty, and Dipper wondered if it had seen sunlight since he'd given it to Stan.

"I haven't just read them," The boy said, bouncing slightly on his heels, "I've lived them!" Dipper hoped he hadn't lived every part of them, there were several things he wished he had never seen or heard of. A certain triangle for example...

"It's such an honor to meet you... Sir. I'm Ford." The boy said, holding a hand out to Dipper. That's when Dipper noticed it.

His nephew had a six-fingered hand.

"Fascinating. Were you born with them?" Dipper asked, shaking Ford's hand just like he had done with Mabel's. Ford blushed (he'd most likely been bullied just like Dipper had) and scuffed his feet on the ground, "Yeah, I was..."

"But that's what makes him awesome!" Mabel said defensively, reminding Dipper of another twin he knew, at least when he was a kid. She threw her arm around her brother's shoulder, effectively cutting off the second handshake. "And he's perfectly normal for him!"

Dipper smiled, but it was tainted by a tinge of sadness. He'd known these kids for all of two minutes and already he was finding parallels. Stupid brain.

"Don't worry, I never thought anything different," Dipper said, showing Ford his own abnormality. "Trust me, I understand what it's like to be teased for looking different. I was only commenting on how rare your condition is... That sounded weird." He felt like facepalming, Ford looked very uncomfortable. "Um... Sorry... I was just interested in finding out... I think it's interesting... And weird, but in a good..." He groaned and held a hand up to his forehead.

Ford looked at the Journal that Dipper was still holding. "You're much better at writing than talking, aren't you?" he asked, and Dipper was grateful for that explanation. "Yup." He answered, and then the three of them stood there awkwardly.

"Um... Awkward much?"

Dipper stood at the prom, his blue suit covered in pinkish-red punch. Why couldn't he just talk to girls like they were people? Why did he say 'your face is good'? What was wrong with him?

"Yeah..." He said, looking down at the ruined material. "Think Mom'll be ticked I ruined the rental?"

Stan laughed and threw his own cup of punch on his pink suit. "I think she'll be ticked at both of us. We can always say that it was a freak punch storm."

Dipper stared at his brother, "Why did you do that? You know we'll both be in trouble now." Stan shrugged, "Couldn't let you have all the fun, could I Constellation? You looked cool. Temperature that is."

The two of them sighed, and they watched all the other teenagers begin to dance. Stupid stereotypical prom. Stupid normal people.

"Wanna go see if we can talk with Carla?" Dipper asked, and Stan winced. "Um... Yeah, about that... She's not my girlfriend anymore." he said, and the two of them walked over to the drinks table.

"What do you mean? I thought the two of you were perfect for each other." Dipper said, watching his twin refill his disposable cup.

Stan took a sip of punch and said, "Yeah, she broke up with me for this hippie guy. Word of advice, if you see a hippie charging at you claiming you ruined his car, push him off a cliff."

Dipper raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do I even want to know?" Stan shook his head, "Nope. Ooh, look, mini-quiches!"

"Now tell me Stan, does anyone else know about the portal? Or this room? Anyone at all?"

Stan hadn't heard that name in thirty years. Hearing his brother say it was a relief. He hoped he could find a way that everyone else could start calling him that as well. Stanley Pines hadn't been pulled out of the closet for thirty years. It should hopefully be easy to slip back into him. Probably.

"No, just us." he said, then the events of the day clicked in his mind along with everything else. He'd been so nervous that Mabel or Ford would press the button. He'd been so excited to see Dipper again. "Also... Maybe the entire US Government."

Dipper's eyes widened. "The... What!? You let the US Government know about..." He hyperventilated for all of two seconds, then he pulled a pen out of his pocket and began to click it rapidly. Then, after a moment of squeezing his eyes shut he began to chew on the top of the blue pen.

"Looks like you didn't..." Stan said, just as Dipper broke the pen and sighed. "Nope." he muttered, "It's okay... It's just the Government of one of the most powerful countries in the world... It's fine... We have a while before they find this room..." Dipper tossed the pen aside and wiped the ink off of his chin. "We just need to stay down here and think of a plan!"

Dipper spun around, and Stan had a chance to look at his niece and nephew. Ford looked a mixture of anger and excitement. Mabel was a bit confused, then she said, "So... Looks like we're going to be stuck down here for a while... Who wants to explain their entire mysterious backstory?!"

Stan was about to say something, when Dipper cut him off with, "Yes. I have a few questions about all this myself Stanley."

Ford's mouth opened, then he spun towards Stan and glared at him like he was insane, "Who's Stanley? You're Ma-" His jaw snapped shut, and he turned towards his sister, "Mabel! The Pines that was in the newspaper... Stanley Pines was never dead. Grunkle Mason is actually Stanley!"

Mabel looked at Stan, then at Dipper, "Wait. What? You're not Mason?"

"You took my name?!" Dipper said, spinning around. "Stan! What have you been doing all these years?!" Stan winced internally, and externally. His brother's anger was something he had never liked, especially when it was directed towards him. He'd be lucky if Stanford and Mabel ever trusted him again. He'd be especially lucky if Dipper could forgive him. He had messed up, and now it was time to come clean.

"Look, I know I have a lot of explaining to do." He said, holding his hands out towards the four other occupants of the room, who were closing in on him. "It all began a lifetime ago... 1960-something..."

"Pines twins to the Principal's office. Pines twins to the Principal's office."

That was strange. Not for a Pines to be sent to the office, but for Stan and Dipper to be called. Normally it was just the former. Stan sighed, ever since high-school had started Dipper had turned into a Mr. Goody-nerd shoes. "What is it this time?" he asked, looking over at his brother, who shrugged.

As they grabbed their passes and walked down the practically barren halls they talked a bit. "D'you think it was the wads of gum I left on the cafeteria tables? Ooh, or the bats I let into the kitchen. Or the..." Stan looked at his brother just before they stepped into the reception room. Dipper looked like he was going to jail. There was sweat on his brow and a look of concern. Like if he stepped into the office he'd be exiled from the country.

"Hey, Star Boy," Stan said, shoving his shoulder playfully. "It'll be okay. Most likely they thought one of us did something that I did and you'll get off scot-free. It'll be a piece of cake."

Dipper nodded but gulped. He opened the door without another word and the two of them stepped towards the main office.

"Not you, him." The receptionist said, pointing at Dipper with her nail file. Stan sighed and sat down on one of the chairs. Hey, it was still an excuse to stay out of class.

Dipper walked past him, and saw his parents sitting in two of three chairs in front of the Principal. Oh man... This was bad... He'd be expelled and he'd be forced to live on the streets. Oh man...

"Now Mr. Pines I'd like to speak with you very frankly, if I may." The Principal said as Dipper took a seat. "You have two sons, one of them is incredibly gifted. The other one is sitting outside this room and his name is Stanley."

This was bad...

"And it has Multidimensional-paradigm theory!"

Little did Dipper know that that day would change his life, in a number of ways. He'd always been planning on going to a photography college, but the thought of new scientific advancements thrilled him. If he could go to West Coast Tech, get a degree in something mechanical, and a minor in photography, he could do his dream, and help a bunch of people.

Stan didn't seem to be that thrilled with Dipper's new obsession. He shrugged and muttered, "So what?"

"So I can learn! This place could help me with a lot of things. I could discover the cure for cancer! Or be the first man in another dimension!" Dipper exclaimed, crumpling the edges of his pamphlet. "This is a great opportunity for me!"

Stan wanted to retaliate "Well it's a horrible opportunity for me", but he kept quiet. He had never seen Dipper this excited before in his life. This was Dipper's new dream. A dream without Stanley. Without the Stan of the Stars. Without... Everything Dipper and Stan stood for. Dipper would be a millionaire, while Stan would scrape barnacles off the machines on the dock. Dipper would travel the world, and Stan would stay in Glass Shard.

"And remember, if I don't get it, I'll do the treasure hunting thing," Dipper said, punching the side of Stan's arm. "Wish me luck!"

But Stan didn't want him to have luck. He wanted Dipper to not get the thing. He wanted... But he also did want Dipper to get it. He... What did he want?

He watched him go. For the first time his mind was blank. This was bad...

"So I lied to everyone. The town, your parents, even you kids." Stan said, looking down at the ground. He was afraid to make eye contact. He could feel Dipper's and Ford's eyes lying on him, and it felt like four nails being pounded into his conscience. He didn't know what to say after that. He had ruined Dipper's life three times now, not to mention tiny things he'd done all throughout their childhood.

"All this time, you were just trying to save your brother," Ford said, deadpanned. He looked at Stan and there was a look of understanding in his eyes. "Grunkle Mason... Stan. Grunkle Stan, I'm so sorry I didn't trust you."

Those words, coming from his paranoid, weird, crazy nephew, those words were what made Stan feel like ripping his heart out. After everything he had done he still had his family. Even Ford could trust him. Stan nodded, and answered, "Don't worry kid, I probably wouldn't have trusted me either."

The sounds of the Government agents discovering the vending machine broke the five of them out of their thoughts. "Oh, no, the Government agents!" Ford said, leaping to his feet. "Oh man... Mabel, you don't think you could grappling hook all of them in the face. Do you?"

Mabel's eyes lightened, then dimmed again. "No... They'd get one of you before I could... But... We could blast them in the face with something else!" She pointed at Ford's bag, and his eyes widened. "Of course!" he cried, "Mabel, that's perfect!"

"What's perfect?" Dipper asked, watching his nephew reach into his backpack and pull out a gun-shaped object. Stan briefly wondered where his nephew had gotten that from, but he figured it was just another Ford thing. Probably from Dipper's Journal.

"This is perfect!" Dipper said, taking the gun from Ford's hands. "Come on, I have a port for it. Thanks Fidds. And Ford."

Yup. Definitely from Dipper's Journal.

Hello everybody! I'm back!

I was thinking about Gravitivity Falls, and I decided to do another version of it. Dipper and Stan from the sixties! Yay!

I see Dipper as a slightly more extroverted version of Ford. Plus I think that although they're similar, they won't follow the exact same path.

"Unfortunately my suspicions have been confirmed. I am being watched. I must hide this book before HE finds it. Remember, you cannot believe anyone or anything in Gravity Falls. Believe nothing!"

And... I have a problem. Have a great day!

-BrilliantLight