Sherman Pines looked down at the three Journals in front of him. Even though he didn't want them to, he found his hands shaking as he flipped the near-sacred book open. Reaching into his grey hoodie he pulled out his blacklight. Aligning the three Journals with his right hand he flicked the light on with his left. To his shock and horror he saw ominous words written over the portal instructions.

"I was wrong this whole time," he read aloud, glancing up at his friend, who leaned over his shoulder. "Soos, do you know what this means?"

Soos, who was blanched and looked in need of a drink, shook his head. Sherman gulped, reading the rest of the warnings in his head before adding. "I think Stan... Might be the Author. Either that or grandpa Dipper..." he turned the light off, turning to face Soos fully. "But why would they lie to me?! Did they know about this the entire time!? Was anything they said to us real?! What is going on?!"

All Soos could do was watch his friend kick the side of the control booth. "Look, dude, maybe the Author gave this to them?" Sherman shook his head, "No. They stole these from the Author. That's the only explanation... Wait." He turned a page in the second Journal, revealing instructions for turning the portal off.

"Soos! The keys! Come with me!" Before Sherman could say anything else he grabbed Soos' hand and pulled him into the main portal room. He looked from left to right, dropping Soos' hand, and then pointed at one side of the room. "There!" He dashed over to a stand with three identical keys, and turned one of them. "Help me!"

Soos did what he said, turning another key when Sherman did, and they turned around to see a red button on a rod open up. "Come on!" Sherman said, dashing over to the button. He took a moment to stare at the red light, then said, "This," he lifted his hand to press down on the button, "Ends... Now!"

"Wait!"

Sherman's hand halted almost before his uncle had spoken. He turned his face to look over at the old man, who was breathing heavily in the opening. Stan had his hand out towards the young boy, but dropped it as another figure came behind him. "Shermie... Look... Just step away from the button."

"Why? Why should I trust you?!" Sherman asked, nearly shouting. "After you lied to me all summer? After you stole radioactive waste?! I don't even know if you're my Grunkle!" Stan's face fell when Sherman said that, but he stepped forward anyway. "Sherman, I've made a bunch of mistakes before... Believe me. But..." A loud beep suddenly came from the watch Stan was wearing. His eyes widened and he held a hand out to Sherman. "Oh no! Brace yourselves!"

Anti-gravity kicked in right then, and Sherman felt himself floating off, away from the button. He groaned as he landed with a thud on the wall, feeling the breath nearly getting forced out of his lungs. He saw the button, all alone, and also saw a cable, floating above it. Blood was pounding in his ears, as he heard the countdown start the final minute. This machine would inevitably tear the universe apart, and Sherman was not about to be the weak link.

With a deep breath he pushed himself off of the wall, and dived for the cable.

"Sherman!? What are you doing?! You're gonna-" Stan's sentence was chopped in half as a blinding white light exited the portal, pushing Sherman back and into his uncle. Stan wrapped his arms around him, and Sherman heard a voice from far away say, "Keep him steady! Only a few more seconds!"

Sherman's last thought before the clock struck zero was an apology to the Author.


"What am I going to do?!"

Mabel looked up at her brother with confused eyes. Ford sunk his head in his hands and stared down at his wooden table, watching his siblings for an entire... however long his mother decided, was not in the plan. No. He was supposed to stay out in the woods, alone, surrounded by nature and people who knew the difference between an ion and an atom. Instead there were two ten... twelve... fifteen? year olds sleeping in his attic, and eating all of his food.

"Um, last I checked, we were supposed to 'bond'. Also, I think we were driving dad crazy, so ma sent us here." Dipper said, pushing back in his chair and raising the front two legs. "Said somethin' about, 'bad things will happen if you stay here all year, and said you'd enroll us at Gravity Falls high." Ford looked up at his younger brother, then sighed again. "Well, that's what brought you here... What I want to know is what to do with you?"

Mabel snorted. "Oh, that's the easy part. We're going to have the most spectacular winter ever! We're going to learn boring science stuff the fun way with Fordsy! And not go to school!" The Pines sister stood up quickly and threw her arms in the air. "Come on boys! No school! No school! No schoo-"

"Mabel, you will be going to school." Ford snapped at her, and her face fell. "Just because you're not in Glass Shard doesn't mean that you don't have rules. First rule right now: no idiotic chanting. Second: I don't like to yell. I will not yell. Do not make me break the second rule." the oldest brother and his sister had a small staring contest while he said that, one that Ford won, but that didn't stop Mabel from huffing, "Those rules are stupid."

Ford sighed, then glanced at Dipper. "Rule three: Do not, under any circumstance, touch any of my Journals. I would say what is in them, but you would rather not know. So unless you want to go on a death defying adventure that I will not save you from, I suggest you stay out of them." Dipper and Mabel nodded, Mabel still wearing a stubborn expression. Ford decided to ignore his young sister.

The scientist pointed at the door, and said, "Alright, both of you get your hats, gloves, boots... and whatever else mom would want you to wear. We're going to the school to enroll you." Mabel blew a raspberry at her brother as soon as he was done, but Ford glared at her sternly.

As the two young twins walked out of the room solemnly Ford had only one thought. Thank goodness mom sent them to me.


Sherman looked up at the portal, which looked almost exactly like it had before. From the center a dark shape was slowly becoming more visible, and then split into two people. The slightly taller one lingered a bit as soon as his feet stepped out of the vortex, while the shorter one leaped down as soon as she could. The man jumped a few moments later, and before Sherman could really register what was going on, a female voice cried out, "Dipper!"

Now, Sherman had only ever heard one person call his grandfather 'Dipper', and that was Stan. He wondered how this random portal lady knew his grandfather's name. But before he really could the woman dashed past him and threw her arms around his grandfather. The man followed suit, taking off his mask as he casually walked towards the back of the room.

What Sherman saw was a perfect replica of Stan's face.

"Dipper, it's been so long." the man said, his voice deeper and less gravely than Stan's. Sherman couldn't help but stare at the back of his head. Then his eyes drifted to the woman's, whose hair was short, but not quite as short as the mens', only coming down just past her shoulders. She was still hugging Dipper, and Dipper was hugging her right back.

Sherman watched his grandfather hold the random woman, and then he heard him say, "Mabel... It's so good to see you again." Dipper looked up at the man, and he added, "And Ford... Oh Ford..." If Sherman didn't know any better he'd say that there were tears in Dipper's eyes. His grandfather never cried though.

"Alright... Where's my hug?" Stan asked, and instantly the tone of the situation changed. Mabel let go of Dipper, and Ford took an almost hostile stance. "Your hug?" Mabel asked darkly. "You really want a hug?" Stan's eyes widened briefly, then he said, "Uh, yeah. I'm part of the reason you're back... You're welcome?"

Ford and Mabel shared a look, then Ford said, "No thank you... You've done enough Stanley." Sherman was very confused, but he watched silently anyway. Mabel backed away from DIpper, who held a hand up and said, "Um, actually guys..." Ford shook his head. "Not now Mason."

"Ford, he is part of the reason you're here. If it wasn't for him..." Dipper took a step forward, but Mabel put a hand on his chest. "Dipper, he's the one who trapped us in there. He's not getting a 'thank you'." Dipper sighed, and Sherman felt his confusion rising by the moment. "I know Mabel, but that was thirty years ago. It was an accident. Listen, he's changed... He's done his best to get you guys back!"

Sherman couldn't hold it in anymore, before any of the other adults could say anything he shouted, "Can someone tell me what on earth is going on here?!"

There was another tonal change after he said that. The hostile moods of Mabel and Ford turned into confused ones, and all four adults turned their attention on Sherman. But Sherman didn't mind, he crossed his arms and glared at all of them. "Seriously! You two are portal people, and there's this whole 'my grunkle might be dead', and I think the portal thing is making me see stars." Sherman shook his head, then was about to say something when he was cut off.

"Uh... Dipper? What's with the kid?" Mabel asked, pointing at Sherman but looking at Dipper. Sherman looked between the two of them, as Dipper stepped past everyone else in the room and came around Sherman to face Mabel and the two men. "Mabel, Stanford, this is Sherman... My grandson."

At first Mabel was completely shocked and stunned. There was a look of pride in Ford's eyes, but it was quickly blown out of the water when Mabel let out a surpressed squeal. "Oh. My. Goodness." She said, bringing her hands up to her cheeks and smiling at Sherman with a look of pure joy. "My bro-bro has a kid! My brother got a girl! There's hope for Fordsy after all!"

Before Ford could react Mabel flung an arm around his shoulder, paralleling Dipper. "Look at him Ford, all grown up. Got a grandkid... I have... We have a nephew!" Mabel released Ford and took a step forward. All Ford said was, "Don't scare him off Mabel." Mabel came up to Sherman, who felt Dipper take his hand off of his shoulder, and knelt in front of the boy. Mabel smiled at him, a smile that wasn't as straight as it should be, and suddenly, without warning, threw her arms around him.

For a moment Sherman wanted to freak out. Here he was, getting hugged by a random woman he'd never even seen before in his life. But he was sure that his grandfather would stop him if she was dangerous. He didn't hug her back, but he didn't try to fight her either. Finally after a moment, Mabel released him, keeping her hands on his arms she began to ramble, "So... What's your favorite color? What's your favorite desert? Do you like kittens? I'm Mabel! I'm your Great-aunt... Graunt!" She beamed at him, who widened his eyes and stammered, "Uh... What?"

"Mabel, let me get a look at him." Sherman's aunt looked over at her brother, who stepped up next to her. She let go of the boy's shoulders and took a step back, letting Ford come up in front of Sherman and kneel down to extend his hand out. "Greetings. Do kids still say 'greetings'? I haven't been in this dimension for a really long time."

Sherman grasped Ford's hand, then breathed out, "You're the Author... You're the Author of the Journals!" Ford seemed to take a doubletake, then he nodded. "Yes I am... Did you read them?" Sherman felt his breath hitch in his throat. He looked down at the hand he was shaking, which was rough and callused. He imagined a pen inside of those fingers, dancing across a page. The only thing he could think of saying was, "You need an editor."

Ford blinked, and the sound of his siblings laughing filled the room. Sherman could swear that Ford blushed a bit when he said that, and he dropped Sherman's hand. "Excuse me?" He asked, sounding defensive. "Every word was spelled correctly, and I never mess up my grammer. I didn't add too much-"

"When fighting a Gremloblin use water..." Sherman said, crossing his arms and smirking at his uncle. "Then on the next page, Only as a last resort, as water makes them much scarier. Who writes sentences like that? Besides you of course." He grinned wider as his other uncles and aunt laughed even louder. Ford rubbed the back of his neck, and said, "I was building tension. You weren't supposed to be reading that while you were fighting one of them..."

"Knock knock. Who's there? The forces of evil!" The boy quoted, his smug look becoming more prominent. "Seriously. You were going to publish those? You would have been the laughing stock of the internet!"

It seemed that Sherman had stunned his uncle. Ford blinked at the boy, his mouth hanging open slightly. Then he said slowly, "What is the... internet?" Sherman laughed, shook his head, and said, "Wow. Ok... I forgot that you were in a sci-fi dimension. The internet... you know what? I'll just show you later." Ford nodded, still looking confused.

"Soooo... Uh... Is someone going to explain what's going on?" Sherman asked after a moment of silence. "I want to know who you guys are... I'm guessing the four of you know each other, what with the whole 'being siblings' business..."


"Who are you?! Have you come to STEAL MY EYES?!"

Stan blinked at the crossbow being shoved in his face. Surprisingly this wasn't the worst greetings he'd ever received, but it was still bad. He looked past the weapon at the man holding it, and said, "Well, I can alway count on you for a warm welcome." Ford glared at him for a moment, then some semblance of sanity passed over him. "Stanley, did anyone follow you? Anyone at all?"

Yes. That was a perfect greeting. One wrong move and you're dead meat... Are you alone? Yup. That was just great. No red flags here. "Hello to you too," Stan said, watching Ford put the crossbow... in tiny hands attached to the door?

Stan leaned his head over to the side, and sure enough, there was a pair of tiny pale hands holding onto the crossbow. Ford didn't seem to be bothered with this, and Stan asked, "Uh... Is there someone in there with you?" There was the sound of someone shushing, and Ford nodded. "Yes... But..." His eyes widened, and suddenly he dragged Stan inside by his coat and shone a light in his eyes. "Augh!" Stan said, shoving himself away from his brother. "What is this?"

"Is he okay?" A small feminine voice asked, and Stan nearly jumped out of his skin. Ford nodded, and there were two similatanious sighs. "Good." A voice from the other side of Ford said, and Stan looked over and saw the hands that had taken the crossbow, and the human body attached to them. A young boy, dressed in a thick blue coat, and on the other side, a girl in a matching purple coat.

There was a moment of silence, then Stan stammered, "You... Have kids? You're a dad?" The kids smiled sadly, but Ford kept a straight face. "They're Mason and Mabel." Ford said in a nearly deadpan voice. "Come with me." It took Stan a minute to process what he had said, and slightly longer to do what he said. Ford led him into the house, while Mason and Mabel followed him in.

He looked at his younger siblings, and Mabel looked back at him, a tiny, tiny smile on her face. It quickly vanished though, replaced with a solemn look. She looked back in the direction they were heading in as Ford began to explain what was going on.

Kids huh?


Stan didn't know how it happened. It felt like one second he was getting verbally slapped in the face by his brother, and the next he was shoving his sister through the portal with a burning shoulder. Ford and he had fought, throwing punches at each other like they never had before, and in the chaos Stan had accidentally shoved Mabel, who had gotten in between them.

Then, throwing Stan for a loop in his sleep-deprived and wounded stupor, Ford jumped after her. Wrapping his arms around the small girl as the two of them sailed though the air. Stan found himself unable to say anything, but Dipper's horrified shout said all that was needed.

And like that they were gone. There was now no trace of Stanford and Mabel Pines in this dimension. Stan stared at the portal, then he looked down at the Journal in his hands. He felt sick. Like he was the worst person in the world. Then he looked up and saw his one remaining brother running towards the machine, and banging his fists against it.

"Ford! Mabel!" Dipper yelled, silent cries ringing through his body. "No... no... no..." Dipper spun around and glared at Stan, who thought for a second that the boy might try to kill him, it was that angry. "You! You did this! I hate you!" Stan could only watch as the kid dashed over to the button, and tried to pull it to the left. "I gotta get this working..."

Stan felt like he was no longer part of whatever was going on. He walked over to Dipper, feeling unwanted tears... attack venom, building in his eyes. "Hey... can I help?" He asked, and immediately regreted it. Dipper looked over at him like he was a pile of smoldering ash, and said, "I think you've helped enough."

It was then that Dipper broke down in tears, and Stan was left to pick up all of the pieces.


Hello friends!

I have returned from my... however long its been, absense. I'd give you excuses, but that wouldn't be fair. I'm sure you guys understand.

So... This au. Yeah... It's a bit different (aren't they all). Basically (because I like explaining things I've already written and you've read) Dipper, Mabel, Stan, and Ford are all siblings. Sherman in the grandson/nephew that comes to live with Stan (and Dipper) for the summer, while Ford and Mabel have been off as drifting stars. Obviously Dipper and Stan patch up their relationship, and hopefully (definitely) Mabel and Ford will do the same. Sherman will get to enjoy hanging out with all three of them, and with Mabel being Mabel... maybe even avoid Weirdmageddon entirely.

See you guys soon!

-BrilliantLight