Hey guys! I'm back with yet another chapter, and it's way long, too! I'm so grateful for all the reviews, favourites and follows this story has been getting, so thank you all so much! It really means a lot to me. I'd also like to address some of the reviews:
To Guest, IluvmycatNala, ToothPasteCanyon, Guest: Thank you guys! I'm glad you all are liking the story so far! :)
lupsss1412: Well considering this isn't going to be a Danny x Wendy fic, then hm, maybe. I do ship Danny and Sam as well, and I do have some plans for that much later on in the story. :) Thanks for the review!
Gold1992: Thank you for the suggestions and comments, I will definitely use those in the near future! Also, yes, I don't plan to use any ghosts from Amity Park in this fic seeing as it takes place in the GF area. So the creatures and monsters will be all coming from the Gravity Falls side. I'm glad you enjoyed!
That is all for now! Enjoy the chapter!
*UPDATE*: I JUST REALIZED NOW THAT COPY AND PASTE DIDN'T WORK PROPERLY SO WHEREVER I WANTED TO PUT ITALICS IN THE CHAP THERE AREN'T ANY. I TRIED CHANGING THE CONTENT OF THE CHAPTER LIKE THREE TIMES BUT IT WON'T WORK SO I'M GOING TO HAVE TO MANUALLY ADD BACK IN EVERY ITALICIZED WORD OR PHRASE RIP thats all
Chapter 5
Hours later at the Mystery Shack, Dipper was sat on a stool in front of the cash register, mumbling to himself, sorting out change and bills. It was just after closing hours, the gift shop now closed in the evening, and he was meant to be counting the money in the register that was earned from the day. The air was thick and the silence was dull, accompanied by only the droning hum of the vending machine. To say the least, Dipper was disappointed that he had been given the night shift.
Mabel was out at the mall with Candy and Grenda, and by now she should have been back, but knowing her, they were probably held up by seeing a 'cute boy' or saw a puppy and decided to take photos or something. Consequently, Dipper had been secretly hoping she would have come back so they would ask Wendy together to come along to their weekly adventure. After all, it was Mabel who suggested the idea, although thinking back on it now, it wouldn't exactly help calm down his obsession with Wendy at all, if not, make it worse than it already is.
He really didn't want to seem too desperate, and asking her alone to come to the woods didn't exactly seem 'casual'. Sure, they wouldn't be alone in the woods, but the impression alone could be enough to turn Wendy away, and in no way did he want that to happen. He needed to be as chill as she is. He needed to go with the flow. Be as swift as a coursing river and all that. Yeah. Be a man, he thought to himself.
He laid out a stack of ten dollar bills into the cash register, and tried to psych himself out to prepare himself to ask Wendy. "Okay, I just gotta be mature. 'Gotta roll with the punches. Learn to make punches. Learn to take punches. Don't be desperate, 'cause that's not cool, and I'm a cool dude. Definition of cool. Be cool," he chanted, as he dropped the coins into the register. A few stray quarters from the pile of change seemed to slip from his grasp and spilled out, making a ringing clang as they hit the wooden floor of the gift shop.
"Aw, darnit," Dipper complained as he bent down to grab the change. He struggled to pick up the coins on the ground for a few seconds before managing to group them up back into his hand. "Aha!" he cheered triumphantly, coming back up from the ground, only to hit his head on the underside of the counter, hard. He cringed upon impact and dropped the change once more, opting to rub his head in pain as he stayed crouching down under the counter.
"Ugh," he groaned, returning back to stand on his feet. "Okay, maybe I'm not as cool as I thought." He slapped the change back into the register drawer and sighed, head still hurting from before.
"I don't doubt that one bit," a familiar voice chuckled. The footsteps of rain boots creaked against the wooden boards and got louder as the person came closer.
Dipper's eyes widened in shock as he turned around to face the culprit. "Wendy!" he exclaimed, voice cracking horribly. "When'd you get here? Heh, heh, I thought you were leaving!" he tried, but the sound of his nervous laughter ruined whatever he was trying to accomplish. He bit his lip anxiously, hoping not to sound as nervous as he actually was, and hoped to the heavens that she didn't see him embarrassingly hit his head against the counter.
Instead, she just lazily grinned and set her bag behind the counter, the same place where Dipper had just hit his head moments ago. "Ugh, I was on my way out, but then Stan said that I wouldn't get paid this week unless I restock the shelves tonight. So, here I am," Wendy explained, clearly bored.
"So you're actually going to restock the shelves?" Dipper questioned, despite his earlier anxiousness. Judging by Wendy's actions, she didn't hear or see what just happened, so he was in the clear.
Wendy snorted. "No, as if." she said incredulously, as if Dipper was crazy to even assume that she legitimately came back to work willingly. "I forgot some stuff earlier, came back to get it," she responded. "And that's just handy because that gave me a reason to come back, and a reason for Stan to think that I actually came back to work!"
"You're amazing," Dipper said in awe, staring at Wendy like she was the greatest thing since sliced bread. And to him, she was.
"What?" Wendy asked confusedly.
"Nothing!" he defended, and then added: "I, uh, said… raising! You're, uh, raising the roof off this place! Haha!"
Wendy laughed as his poor correction skills. "Are you sure you're okay, Dipper? Did you hit your head pretty hard or something?" she asked, and leaned against the shop counter across from the preteen.
Dipper's eyes widened in shock. "You saw that?"
Wendy smirked. "I pretended not to, but dude, you gotta admit, it was pretty funny," she admitted, and Dipper cringed. Great, he thought, suddenly feeling embarrassment wash over.
"Heh, heh, yeah…" He agreed forcefully, laughing along with Wendy as he rubbed at the bump forming under his hat. "Stop laughing," he whispered to himself, horrified. Wendy didn't seem to notice what he just whispered, but then again, it also didn't seem like she noticed him bump his head, which she clearly did.
"So," he began, voice cracking in the process. He coughed into his fist and tried again. "So, uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to…"
"To what?" Wendy asked curiously. She seemed actually genuine, but for some reason Dipper suddenly felt all nervousness instead of normalness.
He wished that Mabel was here, for the second time now, and just hoped that she would pop through the gift shop door any second now. Not that he didn't like being alone with Wendy, but at the current moment, he felt like he was drowning in a cup of water.
"...To come on our next monster hunt in the woods to find a questionable creature of the unknown to prove yet another anomaly in this town that we may or may not find depending on how far we venture off into the woods of Gravity Falls?" he spluttered out quickly.
Before Wendy could open her mouth to respond, he added: "Not that I'm trying to like… get you alone or anything! I mean, like, with Mabel and I! ...And Soos!"
She laughed lightly and punched him in the arm. "Yeah, sure, man! That sounds totally cool! Of course I'll come, why would I wanna miss out on another crazy fun adventure with you two?" she asked. "I mean, after that whole Bunker shape shifter thing, I'm like, totally up for it."
"Wait, really?" Dipper responded instinctively, though more to himself than to Wendy. He then grinned, suddenly feeling a new boost of confidence. "Great! So... you're not busy or anything?"
"Yeah, pretty much, like dude, I'm free and bored out of my mind because Nate, Lee and the others left me to travel cross country for some indie rock festival. Jerks." she said dismissively, picking up the box of things she was supposed to reshelf and setting it on the counter.
Dipper furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Wait what? Why couldn't you go with them?"
"Ugh, don't even remind me about it," she moaned in annoyance, rolling her eyes. "So basically my dad didn't let me go because he didn't want me slacking on studying botany in case I ever have to survive in the wild, crazy right?" she asked, clicking her tongue.
"Botany? What?"
"Yeah. Well like, you can't study plants in the winter during regular apocalypse training which my dad makes us do over Christmas, so during summer vacation we learn about plants."
Dipper squinted in confusion, making a face. "...I...don't know how to respond to that," he admitted, after a few seconds of silence. Wendy just laughed.
"Oh trust me, neither did I at first. Then the next thing you know you're planting blood blossoms in the front yard to ward off evil spirits," she commented, and they shared a laugh before she continued. "Anyway, it sucks, so to get out of that and go on another crazy monster hunt in the woods would be wicked cool. Besides, without me you're gonna get your butts kicked."
"That… that's pretty true. I can't think of anyone else that wields an axe better than you," he agreed with another laugh. "But it's not gonna be a dangerous one this time, I hope." Dipper assured her. In actuality he had only seen the creature once briefly as he and Mabel passed by it and didn't know much about it other than its appearance, but it couldn't hurt to find out.
"You hope? What are we looking for anyways?" she asked with sudden interest. Dipper perked up at her question.
"Oh, it's this really amazing–" Dipper began, but cut himself short. "Actually, wait, I won't tell you what it is because then that would ruin the surprise." he decided, although the surprise part was no doubt improvised.
The redhead grinned. "A surprise? Oh man, now I really wanna know. When abouts are we going, dude?"
Dipper looked up in deep thought. "Well I was thinking tomorrow after lunch–"
"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot!" she exclaimed suddenly, raising her hands up to her head. Dipper blinked.
"What? Forgot what?" he asked confusedly. He had no idea what it could have been that possibly triggered Wendy's blatant outburst.
"Danny!" She exclaimed again.
"Who?"
"The guy!"
"The wiggity what now?"
"The guy, y'know, from earlier today, the one I was talking to at the cash register," Wendy exhaled.
The hand that Dipper held below the counter clenched into a fist as he remembered the teenage boy from earlier. The tourist guy. "Oh. Him." he responded meekly, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He tried to hold down his jealousy as best as he could and clamped his mouth shut before he could say anything else.
"Yeah, the guy! Danny, I mean. I told him we were gonna hang out tomorrow and like the idiot I am, I didn't even get his number. Sucks too, he was so cool." she explained, visibly showing guilt.
Dipper looked side to side awkwardly. "Okay… so… What?"
"I mean, I can't just stand him up but like this monster hunt in the woods sounds totally sick…" She trailed off.
"So what do you want to do then?" Dipper asked nervously, secretly hoping that she wouldn't ask to bring Danny along.
Please don't ask to bring him with us. Please don't ask to bring him with us. Please don't ask to bring him with us, Dipper chanted in his mind.
"Well, I told him to meet me at the totem pole tomorrow at 2, and since I didn't get his number or anything it's not like I can suddenly change plans or something, ergh, I don't know what to do, dude!"
Dipper considered rescheduling the hike in the woods to happen later so Danny didn't have to come along– it was the safest option. Then the tourist guy wouldn't have to get roped into the whole supernatural business, he seemed too normal for that kind of thing anyways. "Well, I could–"
"Oh my gosh, I got it!" Wendy shouted, ignoring what Dipper was about to say and continued: "Okay, hate to be like, intrusive or whatever but like, would it be cool if he came along?"
Before Dipper could even respond, Mabel took that exact moment to walk through the door of the gift shop, making her usually grand and loud entrance. The door slammed open and the optimistic twin waltzed through the shop. "Oooooh I hear Wendy making plans with a boy that's not Dipper!" she teased.
"Hey, Mabel!" Wendy greeted.
"Hey Wendy!" she replied happily.
Dipper huffed at his sister's earlier comment. "Well, actually–"
"Yeah, I was just asking Dipper if I could bring Danny with us," Wendy supplied. Dipper deflated with disappointment.
Mabel gasped with excitement. "That sounds fun! Right Dipper?"
"Yeah," Dipper squeaked. "Fun." he suddenly felt like Mabel was reacting this way on purpose just to bug him, but then her next outburst diminished that idea.
"AND GUESS WHO BOUGHT SEV'RAL LEGWARMERS!" she squealed in delight, showing off her sparkling fuchsia legwarmers in front of Dipper and Wendy. "I'm 80s fashion and you can't stop me!" she declared, causing Wendy to laugh.
"Woo! You go girl!" The teen cheered.
"I thought you didn't like boybands," Dipper commenting, turning back to Wendy.
"My dad's a huge fan of Sev'ral Timez. I've learned to adapt to my surroundings, man."
The twins held a simultaneous agreement to Wendy's statement before Mabel spoke up. "So Danny's coming with us tomorrow?" she asked.
Dipper jumped in surprise. "Wait, what? He's actually coming with us?" he asked panickedly, swallowing.
Wendy looked over at him. "Why, is that a problem?" she asked. "Look, if it's not cool with you, then I can just tell him to–"
"No, no, I'm cool. I'm very cool. Cool as ice. Totally fine with it. Heh. Heh." Dipper twitched. "I think I'm… gonna... go now." he said hurriedly, and hopped off the stool, running out of the gift shop until he reached the house part of the Shack.
Wendy and Mabel stood in silence as they listened to the hurried footsteps heading up the creaky stairs, and a small yelp followed by a thud, presumably Dipper tripping over his feet on the very same stairs.
"Yeesh, what's up with him?" Wendy asked, frowning.
"Puberty," Mabel shrugged. "I should probably go after him, though," she clarified, and then promptly left the gift shop, taking off in the same direction as her brother.
"Well, I'm not staying to work," Wendy said to herself, and then exited the gift shop through the door, humming to herself with her hands in her pockets.
"Dipper, your pacing is gonna leave a hole in the floor. You're gonna end up falling into the kitchen if you don't stop!" Mabel warned in annoyance. Dipper had had a firm crease in his brow since his last encounter with Wendy which ended in him barricading himself in their bedroom, and Mabel following suit.
Of all the unfortunate things that could have happened, letting some mysterious and cute teenage boy tag along in their weekly weird adventure would definitely be the worst for Dipper's 'try to be mature and cool to impress Wendy and make her catch feelings' plan.
Mabel knew that Dipper would somehow manage to make a fool out of himself trying to play it cool and deal with things not turning out as planned. He's just too much of a stiff stickler for the details.
"Why him! Why does it have to be someone so… I don't know… Normal! He's just a regular guy! There's nothing that can go wrong… which means for me, everything is gonna go wrong!"
Mabel huffed. "Dipper–"
"No, I mean, if it was Robbie then fine, whatever, Robbie is a dramatic, sad excuse for life but this guy is just… Plain. Normal." he babbled, then suddenly stood up straight. "Unless… he isn't." he said wide eyed.
"Oh no, Dipper, you are not going there with this. You can't turn every mishap in Gravity Falls into some goose chase for goblins! You're just gonna end up looking crazier than you already are!" Mabel argued. Why was her brother so paranoid sometimes?
"Okay fine. He's no 'Norman'. So sure, he's not a bunch of gnomes. He was wearing a t-shirt anyway, so we can rule that out. But the undead is still a viable possibility." Dipper had a pensive look on his face. He swiped the journal out of his vest and with a swift flick through the book he landed upon a random page which happened to be the page of gnomes. But before he could do or say anything else, Mabel slammed the book right on his nose.
"Ow, Mabel, that hurt!" he whined.
"I know." she replied happily, but with a glare from her brother, she subsided. "Oh come on! Bro-bro, every time you overthink things, things go wrong. He's not even from Gravity Falls. And all the usual weird stuff from the journal doesn't even apply to outsiders anyway."
"That's true…" Dipper trailed off, but he still didn't quite want to let go of his suspicions yet. The more Mabel debunked his theories, the less he held on to them, but he still wasn't going to let go entirely. Not after Norman.
"Yeah! Danny's like… as normal as… Tad Strange!" Mabel exclaimed.
"Yeah, but Tad Strange is super normal to the point of being like, the most normal guy ever. This guy's gotta have something weird about him. Something!" Dipper tried.
"Maybe he has a secret collection of teddy bears in his closet!"
"...Not the kind of weird I'm talking about, Mabel." With a solemn look upon his face, he set the journal on the bedside table and plopped face first into his pillow.
"Oh come on, Dippy-pop! Just let it go. There's nothing wrong with Danny, I mean we haven't even met the guy for more than a few minutes!" she replied, climbing into her own bed.
"Why do I feel like we've had this conversation already?" Dipper groaned into his pillow.
"Because we have," Mabel replied nonchalantly.
Dipper mumbled in annoyance and turned his head towards his sister when he heard her snickering into the sleeve of her sweater. "What's so funny?" He asked confusedly.
Mabel laughed louder this time. "It's just…" she began, trying to calm herself down for her laughing fit. "I just can't believe you actually considered gnomes!" She teased, and Dipper broke out into a grin. Even in the dampest of situations, theorizing the blatant possibility of gnomes posing as people never failed to make the Pines twins laugh.
The twins bickered as they got ready for bed, Mabel making fun of Dipper's crazy theory, and even then, she felt relieved that she was finally knocking some sense into her brother's crackpot theory of Danny being some creature.
Although still, even as Mabel was now already asleep, and as Dipper layed in bed thinking of any possible smidge of weirdness in the tourist boy, something didn't sit right with him.
He knew Mabel was right, and that he usually came to overthink things, but sometimes he was right, and he couldn't help but feel that something was off about Danny. He'd have to be discrete about it, but there was no way he'd be letting his guard down. And he wanted to find out what– even if he had to stay up all night thinking.
Danny stared up at the ceiling of the poor quality motel room, laying in bed, his arms crossed behind his head. His mind was restless, and even though he was pretty tired from all the events of today, he couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities of tomorrow.
Gravity Falls being weird was apparently a given, but weirder than ghosts? Wendy seemed to hint so, the way she didn't even question his ghost hunter parents or those kids swinging around questionable weaponry.
Who knows, Danny thought, maybe the gnome I saw was just a ghost that likes gnomes, or took the form of a gnome. Then again, seeing is believing, and Wendy might not have had the whole story. He rolled off his back and made his way toward the window, looking out at the dead streets in the night time.
"What are you planning, little brother?" Jazz asked, making Danny yelp in surprise.
"I'm not planning anything, Jazz, is it so dangerous to look out a window at night?" he asked, but his shoulders slumped at the look his sister gave him.
Jazz squinted her eyes at Danny and he stared right back at her. "Spit it out," she sighed, crossing her arms.
"Nothing," he denied, pulling his best poker face.
"I can tell when you're lying, Danny," Jazz responded, sizing him up.
Danny mirrored her expression and refused to break the staring contest they were now apparently having. "If you can tell when I'm lying then why are you such a bad liar?"
"Hah! So you were lying!" Jazz said triumphantly. Danny held a sour expression as she continued being the overbearing sister she was. "Okay, what is it? You planning to go somewhere?" she guessed.
"Maybe, I don't know. I'm bored. I think I'm just gonna look around for a bit and tire myself out." he admitted, and was met with a look of disapproval.
"Isn't it a little late, Danny?" Jazz scolded, but he seemed unfazed nonetheless by her accusations.
"Gee, thanks, mom. We haven't really checked out the town anyway, I mean, not after the whole getting the cops off mom and dad's backs after they assaulted that old hobo." Danny commented, and Jazz looked at him in consideration.
"But we can explore the town tomorrow in the daytime!" she suggested, but Danny just shrugged, and transformed into Phantom, making her cringe and shield her eyes from the bright flash omitting from his rings of light.
"I have plans tomorrow," he said, and turned around to face Jazz. "Cover for me?" he pleaded, and received only an eyeroll in response from his sister.
"Didn't hear a no, so I'm taking that as a yes!" Danny called, slipping into intangibility, and phasing through the window of the motel room.
"Wait, plans to do what?!" he heard Jazz call from the distance, but by now he was too far to respond. He'd tell her all about Wendy later, but right now, he wanted to explore the small town. He grabbed a hold of his invisibility, ensuring there would be no witnesses to 'Amity Park's hero' being spotted hundreds of kilometres away from where he was supposed to be.
Swooping downwards first to create momentum, Danny found himself overlooking the entire town, the tallest structure being the water tower with a muffin spray painted on one side it. He was underwhelmed with its complexity, and yet pleased with how connected it must be to live in such a quaint community.
He hovered in place high above the parking lot of the motel, looking up at the stars and taking in the peace of the moment, the wind, the nature, and the sudden blast of green light from his parents room that made his whole body tense up and brace for an impact that never came.
"Probably a misfire. Heh." He mused.
With a nervous grin he flew off in the other direction, towards the town square. A bank, a museum, city hall… pretty standard town stuff. Maybe he could go check out those exhibits… Oh. Exhibits. He thought to himself.
Leaving the town square and heading further away from the downtown area, he happened to stumble once again upon the Mystery Shack. Sure it wasn't the most legitimate establishment, as far as anyone with two eyes and a brain could figure, but Danny enjoyed the sample exhibits in the gift shop.
If the actual tour was more of that, then he was happy to steal a peek. He flew in through the window of the shack, and landed in the museum portion of the Mystery Shack. Once he knew he was alone and in the tour he let his invisibility drop, and from his hand held up a small ball of glowing ectoplasm to guide him through the darkness of the room. His body was tense as he knew sneaking in was somewhat wrong, but as he floated towards the first case his stress doubled as he tried to hold in his laughter.
On the nameplate of the piece it read 'Lumberjackeloupe', under a cantaloupe with a beard and axe. Danny lived for puns, and these kinds of cheap attractions shouldn't go unappreciated. He mentally acknowledged the person who came up with the time to create these god-awful puns for attractions. They were so bad that they were good.
Pun after stupid pun he drifted through, until he came close enough to see a dim light at the end of the showroom. As he inched forward he could hear gentle shuffling coming from the gift shop. Yep, definitely not alone anymore, he internally groaned. He immediately extinguished his ecto-ball and turned invisible before flying towards the noise.
Well if it isn't Mr. Mystery himself, Danny thought, looking at his night-time companion.
Stan Pines looked pissed– to put it nicely. Maybe that was just his resting face, but he sure didn't look too thrilled to be restocking shelves at 11 at night.
"Why am I paying her if she doesn't even restock the damn shelves before closing up? Why do I even keep her around? Ugh… teenagers. I mean if you're gonna slave away for cheap money then at least put some effort into it." He grumbled to himself.
Danny bit his lip inquisitively at Stan's brutal honesty. He must be talking about Wendy, Danny thought, reminiscing back to his brief encounter with the redheaded cashier. Stan was right, in a way– Wendy wasn't the most efficient worker at the Shack.
Stan finished quickly after that, and after kicking the cardboard box behind the cash register's desk he walked towards the vending machine and immediately raised his finger to the keypad. Danny floated up behind him, wondering what candy he would get so late at night. Stan paused for a brief moment, looking left and then right. Danny noticed Stan's body stiffened and his face froze in a more neutral expression as though he noticed something to his right.
Danny nearly loudly gasped when Stan suddenly turned to look behind him, only for him to see right through his gaze. Danny let out a soft sigh of relief when he realized he was probably just looking out the door to the shop, and reminded himself that he was currently invisible.
Stan looked once more to his right and with a face that now held disgust and once again annoyance, he stiffly walked away from the vending machine and towards the door to the house portion of the shack.
Dumbfounded, Danny looked to where Stan's right gaze rested upon a mirror at the end of the aisle of the gift shop. As he floated towards it he could see his own reflection. He hovered in front of it and raised his hand to fix the part in his hair, before realizing he couldn't see his physical arm in front of his face. He was still holding invisibility.
Like a deer in headlights, he froze in place, eyes widening. His hand covered his mouth and he exhaled a slow and steady breath in hope to calm his now rapidly beating heart. Stan had seen him. Stan saw him and left scared. He probably thought he's now got a teenage ghost stalker to take revenge for all teenagers getting paid bad wages for bad jobs… or something.
Not only has he shown himself to an outsider of a non-ghost-infested town, but he let himself be seen all because he was bored and just had to go exploring. He mentally berated himself for his stupidity, and with a drop in his stomach, floated upwards right through the house, feeling horrible for not only spying, but getting caught as well.
As he phased through the roof of the house, he paused, catching the brief mention of his own name. Wait, What? He phased back into the room, and heard a familiar voice speaking softly amidst the mostly dark room. It sounded like the person was talking to themselves, in muttering and incoherent rambling. Danny looked for the source of the voice and was surprised to see one of the twins he met from earlier today, ranting away.
"Danny… Who the heck is this guy anyway… Sweeping her off her feet. Because he can probably carry her… because he's tall… darnit. Why is he so normal? There's gotta be something wrong with that guy! I'm gonna find out what it is, no matter what Mabel says..."
He was suspicious of him? For what!?
For the fourth time tonight Danny's body tensed up and he felt like he was in huge trouble. Dipper had seemed like he didn't like Danny as soon as he met him and he was still confused as to why. He floated there, wracking his brain for his actions and words for the time they met, trying to pinpoint what could have tipped him off. Was it because he questioned Dipper's name?
Suddenly he heard a shuffling and a groan, and Danny looked over to see Mabel, Dipper's twin sister, wake up from her sleep. "Go to sleep, Dipper!" she whined, and slammed her face back into her pillow. I'm with her on this one, Danny thought, and promptly phased out through the roof and away from the Mystery Shack.
"Man, people here are weird," he commented, glimpsing at the shack from afar. The thoughts went back to questioning why Dipper was suspicious of Danny in the first place. After all, he did nothing that could have possibly tipped Dipper off about Danny's powers during their short encounter. It doesn't matter why he's suspicious, the only thing that matters is that he doesn't figure it out, he reasoned with himself.
"This vacation is seriously not a vacation. Not only do I have to actively hide myself from my parents, but apparently from crazy preteens too. Great," he said flatly, and cursed his luck as he sped back to his motel room, waiting for the lecture from Jazz he was about to get.
AHH. It's done. This was the longest chapter I've written so far, it's 5k words, and it was literally 11 pages on my word document. For me, that's a lot. Which brings me to a question for you guys. Would you guys rather I have shorter chapters that come quicker, or longer chapters like this where I'd take a little longer to write?
I want to hear your opinions! Please review if you liked it, or have anything you want to say! I'm open to any criticism, and if there's any errors, please point them out!
Until next time,
-dannyghost :)
