PS. Chapter Word Count: 2973
PSS. I have had this idea for to long, of somebody else finding Dipper's journal and getting obsessed with 'the author' and it just couldn't wait any longer.
"Catch Jennie!" A pink haired girl screamed, throwing a mirror towards a blond.
The girl, Jennie, managed to catch the mirror just before it hit the ground and shouted, "Careful," While dodging a hit from a transparent figure.
"This was a bad idea," A brown haired boy with a lumberjack hat admitted, trying not to fall off the table he found himself on.
"You think?!" An almost identical girl screeched, hiding something in her sweater.
"Well, what else does the journal say about ghosts Celeste?" A pale boy with glasses begged.
Celeste took out the blue journal she found in the woods earlier that day and began to flip through it.
My name is Celeste Bain, the pink haired girl right there. Now, you're probably wondering what me and my four friends are doing in an old, abandoned house on a random Sunday.
You're probably also wondering what I'm doing holding Dipper Pines' journal and why there's a ghost hovering us trying to murder us. Before I tell you, I'll first inform you that I am Celeste in a few months, so basically, this story took place months ago. I'm only telling you now because now is when I got permission.
That being said, rest assure, there's a perfectly logical explanation.
Cut to Celeste roaming the woods not too far from the main park. She hopped off an old log off the trail.
"Ugh," She moaned, "Why won't anybody take me seriously?"
The girl just spent the last two hours dying her hair from pure blond to cotton candy pink and her family took it as a joke. They thought she wouldn't actually dye her hair.
"Nice paint," Her older brother, Hugo, snarked.
"Sweetheart, for a second I thought that was permanent. Go wash it out," Her Mom decided.
"Celeste, that better not be permanent," Her Dad warned.
When the newly dyed girl told them it was real and would last at least a couple months, they called her completely 'irresponsible' and 'childish'. She instantly ran out the door and biked her way to the park.
Celeste ducked under an old branch and towards a random direction. The forest became more narrow and sheltered at that moment and she smiled.
The trees seemed to point to a part of the floor and as she looked down she saw an old, blue book with a silver pine tree on it. "Huh?" She asked, picking it up.
The second she touched it though, the book seemed to glow before aging thirty years. Skimming through she noticed two things: One: whatever happened to the book made names and proper nouns vanish or get covered by ink in a way, and Two: It seemed hand made and talked about paranormal stuff.
"Woah," She gaped, stopping on the front page that said: This Journal Belongs To Di**** (**s*n) P****.
So, that's how it started.
The areas that are replaced with Asterisks mean that they were covered by ink. At the time, I had no clue as to what the unknown letters were and won't find out for several more months. You can probably decipher it though.
The thing was, I instantly believed everything in said journal because, as already stated, me touching it made it go into a camouflage mode of sorts.
The first thing I did was what everybody does: show my friends.
Cut to Celeste in a cafe sitting down next to her four friends.
"Thanks for meeting up on such short notice," She began after greetings and praises on her new hair, taking out the creepy book.
"This better be important, I lost something in the woods yesterday and need to look for it," Dipper Pines, one of two near identical twins, began before he saw the book.
His twin, Mabel Pines, looked dombly at the book as well before it's finder continued, "It is! I found this super weird book in the woods! It's magic!"
"Sure," Monty Sallow, a pale boy with orange hair and glasses, groaned. This would be far from the first or last time the french girl gushed over silly superstition.
"Look, Celeste," Jennie Matt, a fifthteen year old, blond girl in the grade above the rest of the group started, "It's not that we don't believe you, but we have places to be."
Mabel, still eyeing the book though no one really noticed, suggested, "Yeah, you should probably go put that dirty, old book back where you found it. Someone's probably looking for it."
"No guys! It's real, when I touched it it went into a sort of camouflage mode."
"So the camouflage spell worked? At least I got that goin for me," Dipper mumbled so only his twin heard.
"What do you mean?" Monty asked, confused by what his friend meant when she said 'camouflage mode'.
"It was lying on the floor like someone dropped it and when I touched it, it aged and now every pronoun is covered by ink," She showed her friends the front page.
Dipper nodded like the others before reminding, "Well, if they dropped it, they might want it back."
The eldest shoved the boy a little before joking, "No way Dip! If you're being serious Celeste, that's wicked cool!"
"Do you think it's real magic?!" Monty questioned, beginning to believe in his friend's weird theories.
"I'd assume."
"Let me see! These spells look like they might be legit…"
"Like thirty percent of it is written in code so it's even more realistic!"
"It looks hand forged and feels like real ink, not printed."
"My thoughts exactly!"
Off to the side of the conversation, the Pines twins were having their own with their eyes. Dipper lost his journal during a gremloblin chase the day before, and apparently their friend found it before they even got the chance to look. Luckily, they had a spell cast on it to hide traces of their identity if someone else got their hands on it. It appeared to work, but how would they get the journal back now?
"Hey! Look at his page," Monty exclaimed, flipping around the journal to reveal a page titled 'future mysteries'.
"Oh my gosh! We should try to solve one and when -if- we return the journal we could impress the author!" Celeste decided, already Dippering out and wanting to impress whoever the 'great author' was.
"That's a horrible idea! If this whole thing is real it could be dangerous!" Mabel shrieked.
Jennie, already sold on the idea, began skimming through the mysteries that were yet to be crossed out and assured, "Then you don't have to come."
"How about this one! Seeing if the apparently haunted house is actually haunted!" Celeste asked. There were rumors that an abandoned house on the outskirts of town haunted and Dipper had always meant to check it out but he was yet to do so.
"Oh snap, do you think the rumors are true?" Jennie wondered.
"Only one way to find out!" The pink haired girl decided, putting in her hand and making up her mind.
Monty and Jennie both put their hands in and when the Pines didn't, Monty turned to them and asked, "You coming?"
Dipper was inclined to say no before realizing that if it was haunted with vengeful spirits or something similar, his friends honestly didn't stand a chance. He put his hand in.
"I'm in too," Mabel agreed, silently reading her brother's thoughts.
"Then it's a go! Team Journal!" The leader looked around at the shaking heads before sighing, "I'll work on the name…"
"Team team!" Mabel exclaimed as a filler as everybody threw their hands up in union.
"Team team!"
o0O0o
The five friends biked down to the supposedly haunted house and they all stood outside nervously. It looked exactly like the kind of house that was haunted in the movies that made your skin crawl booking at it, even if you knew it was fake. The windows were almost all cracked and the door was on hinges. You could count the amount of grass there was because it was so sparse and everything about it screamed vengeful spirit.
If you have ever been to Gravity Falls, you could compare it to the old and rundown Mystery Shack and the shack wins. And, if you have ever been to Gravity Falls, you know that's saying something.
"M-Maybe we should pick a different mystery…" Jennie gulped, terrified of taking a step closer but also scared of running away.
"Oh come on Jennie! I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks!" Celeste assured.
"No, Jennie's right," Monty decided. "If that book is real, it would have to be made by somebody who fights monsters all the time, is really experienced, probably an adult, might as well know magic themselves, has access to materials we don't, and dedicated their life to the supernatural."
Dipper nodded along. Everything except for the adult part was true, he and Mabel lived for the weird and unexplained, their friends wouldn't last a day. "I agree with Monty."
"We should at least start with something easier. I'm sure the author started easy and less life threatening," The author's sister reminded.
"I'm sure it's fine," Celeste assured, ignoring them and rushing up the steps.
The other two followed and the twins shared a look of regret before hurrying to catch up.
Monty knocked on the front door to make sure nobody was home. His reply came in the form of the old door falling off the hinges, into the house, letting them inside. "Ah!" He yelped before seeing the now clearly open entryway, "That's convenient…"
"I'm sure it's just old," Jennie tried, stepping inside cautiously.
"Yeah… Just old," Dipper agreed, not really sounding too convinced himself.
"Do you guys actually believe in ghosts and the stuff in the journal as a whole?" The overly confident leader asked.
"Yes! Which is why we shouldn't be poking around in a probably haunted house!" Mabel whisper-shouted.
"Uh guys?" Everyone turned their heads to look at where the orange haired boy was.
Celeste almost dropped her journal in a mixture of shock and fear while Jennie took a step back cautiously. The twins stood their ground, holding their arms up in front of their friends protectively. Everything about the creepy painting that was turning into a ghost at that very moment screamed 'Yes, this house is haunted!'
"Fuck," Monty mumbled before rushing away screaming, "Run!"
The rest of the group quickly followed, screaming, until Mabel noticed who wasn't following them: Celeste. "Celeste, come on! Are you insane!?" She urged.
Said girl nodded in response as she took out her phone and opened the video setting, "This means this house really is haunted!"
"What's the point is we're all dead?!" Monty hyperventilated.
"Yeah, we now know it's haunted and that ghosts are real! We don't need to prove it to anyone. Let's come back when we're more prepared," The eldest insisted.
The pink haired girl looked like she was about to agree before the floor where she was standing collapsed under her weight. "No, no, no, no," She begged.
"How much you wanna bet that wasn't a coincidence?" Dipper mumbled before shouting, "Come on, we have to save her!"
"Already ahead of you," His twin replied, already trying to pull her friend out of the floor.
The other three ran up to help her, and by the time they got her out, the previously broken door was back on its hinges? "Well that's just great," Jennie groaned.
Out of seemingly nowhere, a voice spoke up, "Welcome, welcome! Welcome to my house, what can I do you for?"
"Uhh…"
"Can you just let us out… please?" Jennie begged.
"Sure…" For a total of one second, everyone was happy. For only one second, "For the price of your soul!"
"What else is new?" Mabel mumbled before the ghost lunged at the teens.
Celeste quickly took out the journal before finding the page(s) about ghosts. "I think it's what the author describes as a level ten ghost," She informs.
"How is that helpful?!" Monty screamed, ducking just before a chair hit him in the head.
"The ghost came from a painting, does that help anything?" The secret author asked, already knowing that it does.
"Yes!" Celeste yelled, "Oh my god, it says we can trap it in a silver mirror?"
Mabel dug in her backpack, took out her silver mirror, and threw it a couple feet away, "Like that?" She asked, hiding the fact that it belonged to her.
"Exactly that, Mabel!" The pink headed girl nearly screamed, rushing over to pick it up.
"Over here!" Jennie yelled, waving her arms.
"Catch Jennie!" She screamed, throwing the mirror at her.
Jennie caught the mirror and shouted, "Careful," While dodging a hit from the ghost.
"This was a bad idea," Dipper admitted, trying not to fall off the table he jumped onto to avoid a couple flying plates.
"You think?!" Mabel screeched.
"Well, what else does the journal say about ghosts Celeste?" Monty begged.
Celeste took out the blue journal she found in the woods earlier that day and began to flip through it.
And that, my dear friends, brings us to now.
Don't worry though, at least one of us survives or I wouldn't be here to tell this story! Ha, ha! But seriously, everyone's fine.
As Celeste continued to search through the journal, Jennie tried to decide what the hell she was supposed to do with a mirror. "What do I do?"
"I think you just aim it at the ghost and he jumps right in?"
The blond nodded and yelled, "hey mr. Jerk! Yeah you! Over here!"
The ghost turned around and growled, "You idiot meat bag, what did you just call me? My name is Parker Chillia, not Mr. Jerk!"
"Eh, you look like a Mr. Jerk to me- ahh!" the ghost, Parker apparently, chose that moment to lunge at the girl.
"Use the mirror!" Mabel and Monty both screamed, more or less in sinc.
Understanding what they meant, and grateful Parker was stupid enough to pay literally zero attention to the conversation, the second time the ghost came lunging at her Jennie held the mirror up to his face, "Take that!"
"What?! No!" The ghost screamed, trying to fly away only once it was too late. Next thing anyone knew, the house was in even worse shambles, there was no more flying furniture threatening to crush somebody, and 'Mr. Jerk' was trapped inside his own little mirror banging to get out.
"Ha ha! Take that Mr. Jerk!" Jennie smiled.
o0O0o
"I'm sorry about all this guys," Celeste sighed as they exited the house. They left the ghost in the house and the Pines secretly snatched it up.
"Are you kidding?! " Monty asked.
"Yeah, that was totally amazing!" Jennie agreed.
"What a rush!" Mabel yelled.
"What are you apologizing for?" Dipper asked
"I almost got us all killed," The french girl addmitted.
The blond shrugged and put her arm around her friend, "Girl, you kidding? I beat up a ghost!
"And magic is real, can you believe that?" Monty gushed.
"I'm sure who ever he is, you made the 'author' proud," Dipper assured, legitamedly proud of his friends.
Mabel nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I'm sure Mr. Jerk will be fine as well."
Celeste smiled, "Thanks you guys… you think you might want to do this again? Maybe make it a thing? Figure out who the author is?"
"You kidding, of course we do!" Mabel screemed, choking her four friends in a hug.
"Everybody else?" The selfproclaimed leader asked.
"Of course!"
"I don't see why not."
"You bet your buttons."
"Then it's a go! Team…" Celeste put her hand in and tried to think of something.
Monty put his hand in and announced, "Club Pine Tree! For obvious reasons."
Mabel stiffling a laugh directed towards her brother put her hand in, "Club Pine Tree!"
No one noticed Dipper's faint blush at the use of the name 'Pine Tree' as he put his hand in, "Sure, Club Pine Tree."
Jennie did the same as the rest as she cheered, "Club Pine Tree!"
Celeste smiled and shouted once and for all, "Club Pine Tree!" On cue, all five members put their hands up
o0O0o
The newly named club all went to Monty's house (because Celeste didn't want to go to hers for obvious reasons) and were all hanging out in his room.
Dipper and Mabel snuck away to where the journal sat on his desk. "So, we gonna take it?" Mabel asked.
Her brother shook his head, "Nah, they deserve it." As he said that, he reached over to the book, mumbled a few nonsence words, and duplicated it. The duplicated book instantly un-camoflauged and the young scientist hid it in his backpack. "Besides, the disguise is just in case our enemies find it."
"Good, are we going to tell them though?"
"Eh, I wouldn't want to spoil a good mystery."
"You're still salty it took you months to find the author?"
"Maybe?"
The two shared a laugh before the knitter asked, "Is this gonna be one of those things where it seems like an awesome idea with absolutely nothing wrong with it but it blows up in our face?"
"This is Piedmont, not Gravity Falls! Also, our friends really aren't weird or anything, at least not as weird as us. What's the worse that could happen?
"Fair enough, all the really dangerous shit is back up in Oregon."
"Besides, we'll be here to help and protect them."
"True there," Mabel agreed.
"Up in Gravity Falls, magic's normal at this point, but it isn't here. Time we share such a huge part of our lives with our friends in Piedmont," The author decided.
The girl put her hand in for a fist bump, "Mystery Twins?"
"Mystery Twins?"
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