Inside the Mystery Shack one day, as the sun was going down over the horizon outside, Soos placed a party cone hat on the horn of the rhino head trophy.
The reason that Soos did this strange thing was because the Shack was going to be hosting a dance party. To have it, all the weird things that were displayed were taken out. The floor had a dance floor laid out, there were chairs against the wall, lights that were hung up, a DJ station set up in the corner, and tables that had foods and as punch bowl and plastic cups placed on them.
As Soos was going around placing the party hats on random things in the Mystery Shack; Patrick was standing on a ladder handing up more of the party lights, trying his hardest not to fall off; Wendy was sitting on one of the chairs blowing up one of many balloons, before tossing it on the floor with others that she inflated.
As for Dipper and Mabel, they were sitting on a couch, with a plan to have fun and mess with Stan, who was checking everything for the party. "Oh no, Mabel," the male twin groaned, holding one hand to his stomach like he was sink, while the other one was behind his back. "I-I don't feel so good. I-BBBBLLLAAAA!" He then sprayed Silly String at Mabel's face in a fashion that made it seem like he was throwing it up on her.
"Ohhh, Grunkle Stan, what did you feed us?!" Mabel followed up by taking out her can of Silly String and barfed/sprayed it on Dipper's face. "BBBBBLLLAAAA!"
The two of them continued to pretend barfing on one another, before laughing. Stan on the other hand wasn't all that amused.
"Hahaha, barfing!" Mabel said as they stopped, before Wendy ran up to them.
"Guys, guys, stop! Something terrible just happened!" Wendy exclaimed with urgency, but also with a hand behind her back.
The twins stared at her.
"BBBBLLLAAAA!" The redhead then sprayed Silly String at the twins, also pretending that she was barfing.
Then Patrick walked up to them with a stern look. "Guys, come on! We've got to get everything ready before…before…Ah! AHHHHH!" Patrick started making noise that sounded like he was holding in a sneeze. However, it all turned out to be a prank when he quickly reached behind and pulled out two Silly Spray cans from his back pocket. "CCCCCOOOOOUUUU!" He exclaimed as he placed them close to his nose and started spraying the twins and his crush.
They all laugh hysterically. Stan still wasn't amused and was becoming increasingly annoyed, as Patrick, Wendy, and Dipper sprayed each other, while Mabel threw confetti on Stan's head and shoulders. "Comedy gold!" She shouted.
Stan had reached his limit and took away the Silly Spray and the confetti. "Alright, alright! Party supplies are now off-limits," he said, walking away with the mentioned supplies.
"Mr. Pines, whose birthday is it again," Soos asked, tying up some more decorations that he hung up.
"Nobody's. Thought this party might be a good way to get kids to spend money at the Shack," Stan said, before up a rolled-up paper and then unrolled to reveal it was a Pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey game.
"Nice!"
"The young people of this town want fun; I'll smother 'em with fun!"
"Oh, yes. Keep making comments like that and we'll definitely get kids to come to the Mystery Shack." Patrick said rhetorically, pouring Mabel and Dipper some Diet Pitt Peach Soda from a jug.
"Hey, hey!" Stan stopped him by grabbing and taking the jug away. "How's about you make yourself useful and copy these flyers?" He showed the three the flyer he wanted copied by handing them the clipboard, that had the flyer attached to it.
Party at the Mystery Shack
Kids and Teenagers are welcome
Free?
"Why does the 'Free' have a question mark," Patrick asked, pointing to it.
"Oh boy, a trip to the copier store!" Mabel exclaimed, excited.
"Calendars, mugs, t-shirts and more!" Soos joined in on the excitement, counting off all those things. "They got it all at the copier store!" The twins and Patrick looked at him strangely. "That's not their slogan, I just really feel that way about the copier store."
"Save the trouble. You know the old copier in my office? I finally fixed the old girl up! Good as new!" Stan said to Dipper and Mabel, before turning towards Patrick and Wendy, "While they're off doing that, I need you two to take this thing up into your bedroom." Stan pointed to the object, and Patrick and Wendy saw it was a wide, but thin flat object leaning against the wall, covered completely by a large brownish green sheet.
Something wasn't right about it, so Patrick asked, "What is it?"
"It's this mirror that I got from this rich guy," Stan admitted with a smile. "He was giving it out for free, and I wanted it for this mirror maze idea I have."
"And you just took the free mirror from the rich guy…just like that?" Wendy questioned him with uncertainty.
"Yes!"
"With no questions asked," Patrick then asked.
"Yes!"
The two teens stared at Stan.
"Just go take it upstairs."
Wendy kicked open the door to the Pines' kids room, as she helped Patrick carry the mirror inside. The mirror turned out to be very heavy, and the two teenagers had to help each other by carrying it sideways.
With the door open, Wendy entered first, walking backwards while holding up her side of the mirror. Then Patrick entered, as both of them were struggling to keep the mirror up. "What the hell is this shit made of," he grunted.
After getting it in, they placed the covered mirror against the wall, in between Mabel and Patrick's beds. They panted with exhaustion, before catching their breaths and looked up at it. With its tall size that was almost intimidating, it was easily a full-body mirror. And there was this strange feeling coming from it.
Wendy shrugged off the feeling first and turned to Patrick. "Well, I better get ready or something," she told him, before walking behind him and towards the door.
"Yeah, seeya," Patrick said, and then turned his head back to the covered mirror. At first, he wanted to leave the room, but the feeling was still felt by him. Wanting to know what was going on with the mirror, Patrick pulled out his crowbar.
With weapon in hand, Patrick cautiously reached for the sheet.
He grabbed it, and pulled it off.
To his total amazement, Patrick saw his reflection in the mirror, that was made out of black glass. There was a thin wood frame that incased its sides, but nothing else to it. Nothing compared to the marvel of the black glass.
As Patrick stared at his reflection, he noted that all other objects in the room except for him were not in the mirror. His reflection was all alone in the black glass. "This is freaky," he muttered.
Suddenly and without warning, his reflection talked on its own. "Oh, it gets freakier."
Patrick stared at his reflection shocked, wide eyes, before screaming. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
{Play Stranger Things theme by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein}
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At the beginning of the intro, there is nothing but blackness.
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Then about three seconds later, a bunch photographs started falling from above in slow motion.
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Getting a closer look at one of the photographs, while others twirled and spun in the background in slow motion, shows the town of Gravity Falls from a distance.
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Another picture shows the Mystery Shack during the night time, with bright lights shining thought the windows.
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One photo shows a thundering sky that had a large, flying creature's shadow being seen through the dark clouds. The camera then focuses on a picture behind the previous one, showing large claw marks on a tree trunk, as more photos were seen falling.
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Three photos are focused on now, one showing an angry Gnome, the second showing something that resembles the Long Ness Monster, and the third show a dinosaur tooth trapped in amber.
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The camera shows the cluster of photographs continuing to fall, before angling downwards to show all of them lying on a flat surface, collecting in a pile.
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The camera then gradually moves back to show more of the photos landing. After the last of the photos were on the surface, the camera moves upwards, displaying nothing but blackness again.
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Then the title of the story, including the red circle with triangle, appeared in a flash of light.
WEIRDER THINGS
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It then disappeared, before the chapter title appeared.
Chapter Seven
A Pair of Patrick
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Patrick continued to scream, before he fell on his ass. He was so surprised and frightened, that he pushed himself away from it. Sliding away on the floor, Patrick was stopped when his back hit the wall. "Evil mirror!" He cried out, pointing the crowbar at it.
"Woah, woah," said the reflection said, while its body reflected Patrick's body pose on the ground and movements were in perfect sync. But his face showed a calm and somewhat annoyed look. "Chill, man. Chill. First, I'd like to point out the fact that I'm not an evil mirror, and that I'm not going to hurt you."
"Reflections don't just talk on their own!" Patrick exclaimed.
"I'm a magic mirror. That rich guy made all us like that."
Panting for a moment to catch his breath, Patrick sighed and stood up. Again, his reflection in the mirror does the same. He didn't seem dangerous, seeing that he could only do what Patrick has to do. Patrick walked slowly up to the mirror "So…what are you," he asked, but before the reflection could reply, the door open.
Dipper and Mabel walked into the room, each carrying a stack of copied flyers, with some soot stains on their clothes. "The printer broke down, but I think we've got enough," Dipper said.
Patrick turned his head to look at them, by he did, the reflection didn't mimic the movement. As Dipper and Mabel walked into the room, their reflections were seen in the mirror. "Hi, how're you doing," all three reflections said in unison.
Dipper and Mabel screamed in terror, dropping all their copies, and hid behind Patrick. "What is that thing?!" Mabel exclaimed.
"Like I said, I'm a magical mirror," the three reflections said, as the three Pines members stared at the black glass. "I'm one of many that our creator made, using many spells and enchantments to create us, all for the purpose of becoming a clone of a single person."
"Only one person," Patrick asked, as the twins calmed down and stepped out from behind him.
"I am just one mirror."
Dipper laughed and ran up to the mirror, grinning widely. "This is amazing! An actual sentient object! What else can you do?"
Mabel pushed him out of the way with her own excited expression. "Can you juggle? Teleport? Fly? Do an awesome trick?!"
"I can't really do much of anything until I've cloned someone," said her and Patrick's reflection. Dipper then walked back into the mirror, holding his head in pain, and his reflection mimicked him. Together, all three talked at the same time. "Whenever you're facing me, I'm bound by the laws of base physics and…well, being a mirror, to do your body's same movement. Only able to freely control my facial expressions and tone of voice. However, I'm able to move freely if you're not looking at any part of me."
"That's incredible," Patrick said with a look of wonder. "So, how does a person make you into their clone?"
"Well…"
"Hey, kids! Come on!" Stan called up to them, making the three of them look down at the floor. "We're not done with setting things up!"
Patrick puts the crowbar back into his sweater. "Come guys, we'll figure this out later," he said before walking out of the room.
"Bye, Mister Mirror," Mabel said as she and Dipper followed behind. Now all that was left was the mirror with no reflections. With no one's reflection, it fell silent.
An hour later and the Mystery Shack was ready for the party. Stan stood in front of Soos, Wendy, Mabel, Patrick, and Dipper, who are all standing side-by-side. "Alright party people... and Dipper," he addressed them all, standing with his clipboard and next to a box of party hats. Dipper frowned when he was singled out. "Let's talk business. Soos, because you'll work for free, and you begged, I'm lettin' you be DJ."
"You won't regret it, Mr. Pines. I got this book to teach me how to DJ R-R-Right!" Soos said, as he held up a book that had what he said as its title.
"…Not encouraging." Stan then moved down to Wendy and Mabel. "Wendy, you and Mabel will work at the ticket stand."
"What?" Mabel exclaimed in protest. "But Grunkle Stan, this party is my chance to make new friends!"
See an opportunity he couldn't pass by, Patrick raised his hand. "I... I could work with Wendy."
"You realize that if you do, you gotta commit to stay in at the ticket stand with Wendy," Stan said, rolling his eyes. Pointing his finger at Patrick to further emphasized his point. "No getting out of it, just the two of you, alone, all night."
Patrick turned his head and body and looked behind himself. He watched as Wendy sprayed a pair of eyes and a nose on Soos' belly with the Silly String, before the big man started making his stomach wave. Soos, Wendy, and the twins laughed at that. However, Patrick's ears drowned out the other three, as he focused on the beautiful redhead, who he thought had a cute laugh.
He smiled. "I promise."
Moments later, and Patrick was in the bedroom, standing in front of the magic mirror. He took off his sweater and was putting on a dress vest that he was going to wear over his red T-shirt. "Who's the hot date," asked his reflection, as Patrick buttoned up his vest.
"It's not a date," Patrick said, before leaning over to the side to grab a spray can of deodorant. "I'm just going to be working with a co-worker for the night."
But as he went back to the mirror, Mabel was standing right beside him. "That's what he said," She said.
"AH!" Patrick yelped and took a step back, holding his heart. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Dipper then walked up behind him. "You mean like this?" He smiled and poked his cousin's back.
"AH!" Patrick yelped again, and turned to glare down at him. "What is it!?" He exclaimed.
The twins began to giggle, and then Mabel started intimidating Patrick's voice, pretending to be him. "Uh, uh, I could work the counter with you, Wendy!" she said teasingly.
Dipper followed it up by pretending to be Wendy. "Oh, Patrick," he said in the redhead's voice. "Look at how tall, strong, and handsome you are! Let's kiss!" He and his sister started pretending that they were making out with someone, before breaking into hysterical laughter.
"Laugh it up, dumb and dumber!" Patrick retorted, before turning back to the black-glass mirror, spraying on the deodorant at his armpits. "This is my big moment to be alone with Wendy. No supernatural creatures. No ghostly Vikings."
Dipper stopped laughing and walked up to him. "Then fear not, Patrick. For I've devised a plan to make sure your night with Wendy goes perfect," he said, pulling out a folded-up sheet of paper.
Because Dipper wasn't looking at the mirror, his reflection looked at the paper's reflection and squeezed it a little. "How big is it," he asked, noting how thick the paper was.
"Plan," Mabel asked after she stopped laughing. "Oh, you're not making one of those overcomplicated listy things, are you?"
Dipper scoffed. "Psh. Over complicated? Let me just..." He then started unfolding the paper. "…alright, fold that there, kay…" He continued to unfold it. Patrick didn't really expect much, but as it all came undone, it started to become larger and larger. When was finally done, Patrick's eyes widened at the size of the huge list and Mabel sighed in frustration. The male twin cleared his throat, prompting Patrick and Mabel to sit on the floor. "Step 1: Getting to know each with playful banter. Banter is like talking, but smarter."
"That sounds like a dumb idea for poopheads." Mabel rolled her eyes.
"Dipper, has it ever occurred to you that you might have a bad habit of over thinking some of these things," Patrick asked.
"Say what you will, but it's good to know that this isn't banter," Dipper informed them. "This is what you want to avoid with Wendy, Patrick. And that's not all. The final step is for you to ask her to dance."
Patrick's eyes widened, as his head started to day dream about him and Wendy dancing.
In the dream, Patrick and Wendy were slowly dancing while holding each other closely, as Soos played a trumpet in the background. Patrick was wearing a tux, and was without his hat, while Wendy was in a light green dress that glimmered in the lights of the white and silver ballroom—also without her hat.
"Oh Patrick! I'm so happy you decided to work the ticket stand with me; you're so handsome," Wendy said.
Patrick leaned her back, as he leaned over her. "And you are beautiful this night," he said with a smirk, making her giggle. Wendy then smiled seductively and looped her arms around his neck. Quickly getting the idea, Patrick leaned down to her. They closed their eyes and prepared their lips to kiss each other…
"Patrick…Patrick…PATRICK!"
"Huh!" Patrick let out a yelp. In front of him was his cousins, and the all their reflections, staring right at him. He quickly wiped away the drool hanging from his mouth and sat straight and stiff.
All was silent.
"So…how do I dance with Wendy," Patrick asked.
"If you follow steps 1 through 11, nothing can get in your way!" Dipper handed him the list. Patrick took it and looked it over closely for a moment.
"Dipper, with all due respect, I'm not doing this," Patrick told him. "All I'm going to do is just walk up and talk to her like a normal person."
Dipper took the list back and pointed a part of it. "Step 9, Patrick!" Step 9 of the plan said to 'talk to her like a normal person.'
Patrick stared at him, before sighing and snatched the list out of his hands. "What's the worst that could happen?" He groaned, walking out of the room.
If only he knew.
The party has begun, almost all the teens and kids of Gravity Falls were dancing and having a great time at the Mystery Shack. Colorful spotlights hung around the ceiling and shined on the dance floor, and a disco ball illuminated the room with its lights. Soos was DJing, doing moves with the record.
Dipper and Mabel were watching the party from a balcony. Dipper wore his usual alter, but also wore a bowtie. Mabel on the other hand changed up her clothes for the party. She was now wearing a purple sweater, wore a large, red bow on her head, nacho earrings, and yellow socks.
Just then, Stan came out from behind the party curtains, wearing clothing that's very similar to ones that were from the 70's. He started dancing to the beat of the music. "Yadda dee, yada doo, yada doo." He sang before saying to the kids, "Can your uncle throw a party or what?"
"The energy, it's electric!" Soos said into a microphone, but it didn't sound right so he looked at his book. "Uhh, lightning…" He then started pressing buttons on the sound FX machine, trying to get the sound of thunder, but instead he made various other noises. "…lightning, lightning, lightning..."
"I have to admit, Grunkle Stan," Dipper said with an impressed look, "this party is seriously off the hook!"
"And the best part is if anyone wants to leave," said Stan, "I'm charging an exit fee of 15 bucks!"
Just as he said that, Nate and Lee were near the window counting money. They thought that the party was lame, and they wanted out! "We've only got 13!" Nate said in despair, after counting all their money.
Lee was pulling out his pockets when he heard him. "We're trapped!" The two of them then started pounding on the window for anyone to rescue them. But it was no use, as Patrick and Wendy were outside taking money from a line of people wanting to get into the party, and then giving them the ticket to enter. Just like Dipper, Wendy wore her usual clothing with a bowtie on too.
Patrick was leaning back in his chair, but lean forward after Wendy took a person's money so that he could give that person their ticket. He looked to the right corner of his eyes and saw Wendy merely eating popcorn.
He then heard the pounding on the window and turned around to look. When Patrick saw Nate and Lee hitting the glass, desperately trying to get out, he chuckled. "Looks like they're having a good time," he joked, getting Wendy to look at her friends too.
She chuckled. "Well, then it be going great in there," she said with a grin.
"Too bad we're stuck out here," Patrick said, but he was lying. "Alone."
"Eh. It's not all that bad," said Wendy, as Patrick took another person's money and she handed them their ticket. "You ever wonder how Mabel and Dipper are doing in there?"
Patrick scoffed with a sure smile. "Knowing them, Dipper's helping Soos and Mabel's having the time of her life."
And she was. Inside, she was dancing happily while snapping her fingers. "Go, go! Work it, work it!" She exclaimed with a big, toothy grin. Mabel then ran off the dance floor and towards the chairs.
Mabel then sat down, feeling thirsty. So, she opened a plastic water bottle and drank some. Just then, she noticed that on the shoulder of the person sitting on her left was a lizard.
"Wow! You've got an animal on your body!" She told the girl.
The girl was a light-skinned and large with auburn colored hair and a ponytail, wearing a pink shirt that read "COOL," purple shorts, white socks and pink and purple sneakers.
On the other side of the big girl was another, normal size one with straight, black waist-length hair, wearing round glasses with black rims, a striped jade shirt, a purple skirt, white tights, black shoes, and a pink backpack.
"I'm Mabel," the twin introduced herself to the large girl.
The big girl then spoke in a really deep, masculine voice. "Hi, I'm Grenda," she said, before gesturing to the other girl. "This is Candy." Candy waved to Mabel, with forks taped on her fingers.
"Why do have forks taped to your fingers," asked Mabel.
The Asian girl put her hand into Grenda's bowl of popcorn. When she pulled it out, each fork had a popcorn on it. "Improvement of human being," said Candy.
Mabel watched as Grenda feed her lizard a popcorn, and the lizard shot its tongue at it and ate the piece. Grenda and Candy laughed. Mabel smiled and whispered, "I've found my people!"
Dipper was up on the stage to be the announcer. "Alright, everyone, time for the party's competition," he said into the microphone. He then looked at the book Soos handed to him. "Here's the rules; whoever, um, party hardies, what?" Dipper tossed away the out of touch book and held up a crown. "Gets the party crown! Most applause at the end of the night wins!"
Mabel gasped at the crown, while Grenda and Candy said, "Wow!"
Dipper was approached by three girls. However, only one of them stood out. The girl had long blonde hair with bell-shaped bangs and wore a purple jacket with a short lavender dress, along with a periwinkle belt. She also wore black leggings with cream colored boots and lavender hoop earrings.
The blonde girl walked up to him and took off her sunglasses, revealing her dark blue eyes and heavy purple eyeshadow. "Party crown? I'll take that, thank you very much!" She held up her hand and looked around into a pocket mirror she pulled out. Acting as though Dipper was going to just give it to him automatically.
"Who's that," asked Mabel, as she, Grenda, and Candy stared at the bratty girl.
Candy adjusted her glasses with his fork fingers. "The most popular girl in town, Pacifica Northwest."
"I always feel bad about myself around her," added Grenda.
Any thoughts about how beautiful Pacifica was were destroyed by her attitude, and Dipper had a feeling he wasn't going to like this girl. "Uh, no can do," he said. "It's sort of a competition thing. I can't just give you the crown."
Pacifica's response was a laugh, before taking the mic out of Dipper's hand. "Honestly, who's gonna compete against me," she asked mockingly, before turning towards where Mabel was and gesture at Candy. "Fork girl?" Then she gestured at Grenda. "Lizard lady?"
She started laughing at them, with her two friends joining in.
"Hold me, Candy!" begged Grenda, as the two bullied friends held each other.
"Our kind isn't welcome here!" Candy said sadly. Mabel felt bad for the two and wanted to do something. She frowned and turned her head at Dipper with a scold. She nodded at him.
Dipper nodded back and looked at Pacifica. "Actually, you've got one competition," he said to her, which got Pacifica to stop laughing.
"And it's me!" Mabel said with a heroic smile and pointed a thumb to her chest. Grenda and Candy gasped happily. Mabel then walked up to Pacifica and held out her hand to the blonde. "I'm Mabel."
Pacifica didn't look all that interested and mocked the girl. "That sounds like a fat old lady's name."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Mabel said happily.
Pacifica stared at her for a moment and then smirked. "May the better partier win," she said, and then snapped her fingers. She menacingly walked away with her friends backwards, before they were in the shadows.
"Nice meeting you!" Mabel waved at Pacifica, as Grenda and Candy walked up to her. Mabel stopped waving and said to them, "She's going down."
Back outside, and the line of people was getting bigger and more excited. They waved their money around, while Patrick and Wendy worked fast and easy.
However, after Wendy took the next person in line's money, she looked over her shoulder at the window. "Whoa! Sounds like the party's getting nuts," she implied, after hearing the music getting cracked up and the party goers cheering louder. Patrick handed the person their ticket and looked into the Shack.
Soos got to work on the music, and Dipper announced, "Let the battle for the party crown begin!" The moment he said that, Mabel instantly got dancing. Busting out all of her dance moves. "Mabel comes out strong! Watch out, Pacifica!"
Patrick chuckled. "Looks like Mabel's rocking the house," he joked.
"I gotta get in there!" Wendy said, before looking to Patrick. "Cover for me?"
"What?! No way!" Patrick exclaimed, glaring at her. "I am not saying out here by myself!"
"Come on, please?" She begged with her hands together.
"Look, I want to be in there too, but need I remind you that every time you bail out of work, I'm the one left to do it," Patrick told her with his arms crossed.
"It's not going to be like those times," Wendy said, and Patrick was almost certain that with the face she had on that she was being sincere. "Just do this for me this one time and…a-and I'll never bail out on you again. I'll do all my work and do overtime with you. I promise."
Patrick was a little surprised that she would do that. Then again, she wasn't one that would go back on her word. In the end, he sighed, and nodded his head in a gesture to go on.
"Thanks, Patrick," Wendy said, flicking his hat even though he was scowling at her. Wendy then ran inside and started dancing.
All Patrick could do was stare into window at her, laughing and having a good time. He really didn't care if she kept her promise, all Patrick wanted was to spend some time alone with her. Hopefully to start building up their relationship. But it looked as though it was not to be.
"Hey, Patrick!" The teenager heard Stan yelling at him. He looked to his left and saw Stan walking towards him. "What are you doing? These suckers aren't gonna rip themselves off!"
Then some kid yelled, "Yeah!"
"You promised that you would do this," Stan told him stern, but then looked around. "And where's Wendy?!"
"She…" Patrick paused for a moment, thinking of a lie. "Going to the bathroom."
"Alright, but no funny business." Stan then walked away.
Patrick sighed in frustration and sat back in his chair. People immediately started getting excited again and offered him their money. As he worked, he could hear Wendy's happy voice shouting from within the Mystery Shack. He looked behind him and saw her continuing to party like there's no tomorrow. "Now what do I do," he asked, focusing on his reflection in the mirror.
But that's when he got an idea.
"You want to what?!" Exclaimed the magic mirror's reflection of Patrick.
"I want you to clone me," Patrick explained again.
"Are you sure," asked the reflection, looking a little unsure. "I'm not made with just some normal magic. It was some really dark and dangerous stuff."
"But I need your help. All you have to do is cover me at the ticket stand, while I ask Wendy to dance."
"But what's in it for me." The reflection narrowed his eyes. "Once you get the girl, what then?"
Patrick thought for a moment, before thinking of something that the mirror couldn't refuse. "Think about it, you're going to be a clone. That means you'll no longer be trapped in the mirror. You can do whatever you want and go where ever you want."
The reflection was silent for a moment, seeming to think about it for a moment. He then said, "Okay."
"Great!" Patrick said with a smile. "So, what you I do?"
"Place both your hands on me and close your eyes," said the mirror.
Patrick nodded. He held out his hands and closed his eyes. Taking a step forward, the teenager placed his hands on the mirror. His reflection does the same a moment later. Nothing happened at first.
"Now keep your eyes closed, no matter what."
Suddenly, the fingers of the reflection popped right off of the black glass and grabbed his hands. Patrick screamed in terror, but kept his eyes closed.
"It's alright!" Exclaimed the reflection. "Now pull me out."
Patrick started to have second thoughts, but nodded and started to pull. It proved to be a challenge, but the hand of his reflection was soon pulled out of the mirror. Then the arm. After a moment of struggling for the teenager, the reflection of his body was pulled right out of the black glass.
After stepping out of the mirror, the clone told Patrick, "You can open your eyes now."
Patrick opened his eyes and was amazed to see the clone. "Wow," he said, looking up and down the clone. He was an exact and perfect replica of Patrick. "So, I guess you'll need a name now."
"That would be nice," the clone said, before thinking for a moment. "Your name is Patrick, so how about…Maverick!"
"Alright then." Patrick nodded with a smile. But then he looked at him suspiciously. "Hey, we're not gonna turn on each other like the clones in the movies, are we?"
"Why would we turn on each other," Maverick asked with a shrug. "I'm not interested in the girl. Plus, I'm not skin and bones." He then flicked his finger on his head, making glass sounds. "I'm still glass."
"Oh."
Moments later, and Maverick is outside manning the ticket station. He took a person's money and handed them their ticket, before looking to his right. Patrick is at the door and gave him a thumbs up. The clone returned the gesture, and Patrick went inside.
Patrick walked through the crowd of partying people, before spotting Wendy. He took a in a breath and then approached her. "Hey, Wendy."
Wendy turned around and was both surprised and happy to see the Pines teenager. "Patrick? What are you doing here," she asked.
"I got someone to cover the concessions for me!" He told her with a smile.
"That's awesome. You can hang out with me and Robbie." Wendy pointed at the goth teen, who was parking his bike inside, next to the two. The moment he saw Robbie, Patrick's smile dropped. "Robbie you remember Patrick from the convenience store?"
Robbie looked at the Pines teen with uninterest. "Uh, no," he said, making Patrick glare at him. Robbie took off the guitar case he was carrying on his back. "Yo, Wendy, check out my new guitar." He opened the case and pulled out a black and gray electric guitar.
He then started to play the guitar. Patrick decided that it was time for him to just leave. There was no way that he was going to compete with Robbie and ask Wendy to dance. He turned around and walked away. But then his phone rang, and he answered it.
"Hey buddy, it's me, Maverick." Patrick looked towards the window and saw the clone looking at him. "I just saw the whole thing. What's the plan, now?"
"If I'm ever to dance with Wendy, then we've got to get rid of Robbie!" Patrick whispered into the phone.
Wendy then called over to him. "Hey, Patrick! We're gonna go sit on the couch! Meet us when you're done." She and Robbie then walked towards the couch.
Patrick gave her a fake smile and a thumbs up, afterwards he started to panic. "Oh no! They're sitting on the couch! We gotta think of something quick!"
Maverick looked around for a solution. He then noticed Robbie's bike and got a devilish idea. "I got an idea."
Meanwhile, the contest between Mabel and Pacifica continued into a singing contest. Pacifica was first. "Always means forever," she sang into the microphone. Pacifica paused and closed her eyes, then opened them. "ALWAAAAAYYYSS!"
Her voice at that word was so high that it broke a plastic cup.
The audience cheered for Pacifica, before she finished the song with a whisper and pointed. "Forever."
Mabel, Grenda, and Candy looked at her in amazement. "I used to sing like that," said Grenda, "before my voice changed."
"Pacifica pulls ahead!" Dipper announced to the crowd.
"Try and top that!" Pacifica smuggled said to Mabel, handing her the microphone by putting it to the twin's chest. "Oh, and Grenda, by the way, you sound like a professional wrestler." The blonde walked away, laughing while the girls glared at her.
"I WANNA PUT HER IN A HEADLOCK AND MAKE HER FEEL PAIN!" Grenda yelled, while simulating putting Pacifica in a headlock.
"It's not over 'til it's over, sisters! Watch this," Mabel said with a confident smile. She then ran up onto the stage and pointed at Soos. "Soos! Give me the 80s-ist, crowd pleasing-ist, rock ballad-y-ist song you got!"
Soos complied and used a remote to start the music. The music is some completely song called Don't Start Un-Believing.
"Excellent," Mabel said before starting to sing. "Don't start UN-BELIEVING! Never don't not feel your feelings!"
Everyone cheered for Mabel, except for Pacifica, who looked at the crowd. Patrick ignored the terrible song and singing. He loved her, but sometimes her singing was enough for him to want to pull off his ears. However, he walked over to Dipper and kneeled down to whisper something in his ear. Dipper nodded and talked into the microphone. "Attention, would the owner of a silver and red dirt bike please report outside. It is being stolen right now."
Robbie was laying on the couch with Wendy sitting next to him. When he heard Dipper, his eyes snapped open. "Wait, WHAT?!" He exclaimed, jumping off of the couch and ran to the window.
He looked and saw someone riding away with his bike. Maverick snickered as he rang the little bike-bell on the handlebar.
But Robbie didn't know it was Maverick—or Patrick, since he's the teen's clone—but he ran out of the Mystery Shack to chase him. "Hey, come back here!"
Patrick walked over to Wendy and leaned against the wall next to her. "Oh, tough break," he said with his arms crossed. "I wonder who those guys are who aren't me because I'm right here." He quickly stopped talking.
Dipper then put the next part of Patrick's plan into action. "Now we're gonna bring it down for a minute. Now's the time from romance," he said, nodding to Soos. Soos nodded back and started playing more romantic music. Once it started playing, all of the couples in the crowd got together and started slow dancing.
"Oh snap, I love this song," Wendy told Patrick, before swaying her head in tune to the music.
Patrick smiled and looked away, rubbing his right arm. Mabel then ran over to Patrick. "Hey goofus, now's your chance to ask Wen—" Patrick quickly covered Mabel's mouth, and then moved them away from Wendy. He removed his hand from her mouth and the twin said, "Now's your chance to ask Wendy to dance! C'mon! Go!" She started pushing him towards the redhead.
"Ok, ok." Patrick whispered, before approaching Wendy.
However, Wendy stood up when another, punk-looking teen walked up to her. The two of them hugged. She then looked at Patrick and Mabel. "Hey, you two, you have to meet my boyfriend!"
Patrick and Mabel's faces collapsed.
"So, this is my friend Patrick," Wendy today her boyfriend, who looked at Patrick and snickered.
"You should tell your friend he should stop babysitting, and start working it at the gym," he joked at Patrick. But just like the Pines teen, Wendy didn't find the joke all too funny, and pulled her arm away from her boyfriend.
"Don't be such a jerk," she snapped angrily, before looking away with her arms crossed.
The now ex-boyfriend glared at Patrick and quietly said, "You're dead!"
Patrick laughed nervously and then ran away.
Meanwhile, Maverick was still riding Robbie's bike away from the emo teen, and had turned onto the road. Robbie was still behind him. "Stop!"
"Catch me if you can, sucker!" Maverick called out to Robbie, looking over his shoulder. However, he was looking over his shoulder when he did, not on where he was going.
It was only when two lights shined on him from in front of him and a loud car horn honked.
Maverick quickly turned his head back to look forward. He was on the left side of the road, and a large 18-wheeler was coming right at him. He screamed and jerked the bike sharp to the left. While he avoided the truck, he ended up going off the road.
Suddenly the front wheel hit a tree root.
In an instant, Maverick was sent flying off the bike. Sending him forward towards a tree. He was about to react when…
CRACK!
The cracking sound could even be heard from Robbie, who was running down towards where his bike was laying on the ground. When he picked it up, he looked around for the bike thief. "Hey, where are you," he demanded.
However, the was no one there. Maverick was gone.
"Hello?" Robbie called again, but with no response again.
Unbeknownst to him was that Maverick was hiding from behind a tree, covering his face. He trembled in fear and horror. This was bad. This was really, really bad.
Maverick took his hands from his face, showing that his left eye, and some of the area around his eye…was cracked. Cracked like glass.
After running away from Wendy and her ex-boyfriend, Patrick was in the hallway with a cup of juice in his hand. He sighed. "Well, that could have gone better," he said to himself.
"Tell me about it." Patrick looked to his left and saw Wendy approaching him from the party room.
"What are you doing here," he asked, as she joined him and leaned her back against the wall.
"Just wanted to say I'm sorry you had to see that," Wendy said, looking down with a scowl. "Should have known he was lying. He lied about being better than before and I actually believed him!"
Patrick looked a little surprised. "You've dated him before?"
"I've dated a lot of guys in the past. It was all after I got my braces removed." Wendy reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet. Opening it, she then pointed to a picture of her brother when they were younger.
"Ha, you were a freak!" Patrick laughed, but quickly covered his mouth. "I'm so sorry."
"Nah, man, it's cool," said Wendy, having her hand. "After the braces came off, you could definitely see the difference."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Patrick nodded. "Kids back home always made fun of my feet."
Wendy's interest was peaked. "Feet?"
Patrick realized his mistake and tried to cover it up. "Uh, no! It's nothing! I-I was-I wa—" he slapped himself on the head. "—why did I say that?"
"No way, dude! Now you have to show me!" She then started to chant. "Show me, show me!"
At this point, Patrick knew that he wasn't going to be able to hide it from her. So, he took a deep breath and handed his cup to her. He then sat down and untied his right shoes, and then took off his shoes.
Revealing his foot had a 6th toe.
Wendy gasped. "You…You have six toes?!"
"Even since I was born," Patrick said with a negative look, as he put back on his sock and shoe. "It's a rare condition. It's the reason I never really made friends. People either knew about me, or they were told about me." He stood up and put his back on the wall, as Wendy just stayed quiet and listened. "All that bullying, and harassment is what led to me having some anger issues."
Wendy looked sadly at Patrick, feeling great sympathy for him. It was obvious that this was something deeply personal to him, and she pressured him into talking about it. "I…I so sorry, Patrick," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't know."
"It's alright. I haven't even told Dipper and Mabel," he admitted with a small smile. "But, I guess we're both freaks."
Wendy nodded and handed him back his cup. "To us freaks." Patrick's smile grown more and to two friends clinked cups. They laughed together, before the bathroom door opened, and an angry Pacifica marched out. "Wait here?"
"Of course," said Patrick, and Wendy went into the bathroom. Just as the door closed, his phone rang. He looked a saw it was Maverick. "Hello?"
"Patrick, you've got to help me, man! It's not good!"
"Whoa, whoa. What's wrong?"
"I'm cracked, man. I've cracked my face!"
"What?!" Patrick shouted in shock. "How did that even happen? You're a clone."
"I'm still made of glass! Listen, I don't know what to do, man. I can feel myself breaking apart."
"Okay, okay," said Patrick, walking down the and up the stairs to the attic. "If your magic, then there's only one place that we can go to fix this."
He opened the bedroom door and looked towards the mirror.
"You're creator."
The creator of Maverick wasn't very far from the Mystery Shack. He was living in an isolated, spooky-looking, mansion in the woods. By the time Patrick and Maverick were walking up to the mansion's front door, it was pouring down rain and thundering.
The two stepped onto the porch and stopped in front of the door. "Are you sure that he'll be able to help," asked Maverick, as Patrick pushed the doorbell.
After hearing the sound of the doorbell, Patrick looked at him. "You're made with magic, so we might as well see if he could help," he said, before the door opened.
Out from behind it stood an old man with gray hair and glassed, wearing a white robe that he was still tying on. The creator looked at Patrick and was about to say something, but stopped upon noticing Maverick. He looked at the two of them and saw that they were almost like twins, but the clone had a large crank protruding from his eye. "Inside," he said, stepping aside to let the boys.
Moments later and they were all inside of the creator's master bedroom. The old man walked over to a desk that had many books and papers stacked on it. Patrick looked around at many of the expensive and exotic looking things displayed in the room. Maverick stared only at the creator.
"It would appear that you've come to meet your maker," said the creator, not looking up from the page he was looking at in the book.
Patrick looked at him and walked over to join Maverick. "We were hoping that you could help Maverick with his—"
"You named it?" The creator looked over his shoulder at him, surprised. Maverick looked upset at him for calling him an 'it', while Patrick nodded.
"Can you be able to restore him?"
The creator's face turned into a troubled expression, and paced away from the desk. "To do that will require a…very horrific act that must be committed by the clone. I've created many like Maverick, all to escape loneliness. Then I realized that I could make a profit out of the mirrors, giving them to those with the right money. However, it wasn't until I've discovered a grave cost in the mirrors that I realized that I was a fool, and stopped immediately."
"What do you mean," asked Patrick, all while Maverick stand unusually quiet.
"Using all the magic and enchantments that I've learned in my years of studying the arts, I've made the mirrors as best as I could."
"But not to last," said Maverick.
The creator nodded. "Even if you weren't cracked, your lifespan was only going to be four years."
Patrick shook his head and attempted to reason with him. "Isn't there another way to fix him?"
"There is." The old man sighed. Maverick looked over at the open book on the table. Thinking that if he wasn't going to get real answers from the man, he'll get it from his source of magic. "But I can't recommend it. I'm sorry, but your friend is going to die, and he's not coming." Maverick looked at the page he was open to, and started reading.
"But why?" Patrick argued, angry with the creator. "You may be his creator, but you don't have the right to decide that! What does he have to even do, anyways?"
There was a pause.
"I…" Patrick looked at Maverick, who was staring down in the book, trembling. "I have to kill you."
Feeling like his heart had stopped, Patrick's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "What," he asked, hoping to God that he misheard him.
"That's the curse," explained the creator. "Once the mirror makes its one clone, that clone will have only one chance to become immortal. By killing one, the other will live. There is no other way, I've tried. I've tried to warn the others who've bought my mirrors, but it was too late."
Patrick was in disbelief. Maverick would have to kill him, or die slowly and painfully. He shook his head. "No. No, that's bullshit," he said, making quick glances at Maverick, who continued to look at the book.
"Is it," asked Maverick.
That didn't give Patrick a good vibe.
"Think about it, Patrick," he said, walking over to a wall, not even looking at Patrick. "I've only been live for an hour, and there's still so many things I've yet to experience."
"Maverick, come on!" Patrick argued, trying to reason with his clone. "This is insane!"
Maverick walked up to an ax that was hanging on the wall. "It's no use, boy," said the creator, quickly moving in front of Patrick. "His mental state is also cracked. All he's capable of thinking is survival." The clone grabbed the axe and started walking towards them. Patrick quickly pulled out his crowbar and prepared to fight.
However, he was caught by surprise when the creator rushed Maverick and grabbed the ax.
"Run! I'll hold him off!"
Patrick didn't have to be told twice, and quickly ran out of the room. He ran down the hall and made it to the stairs.
Suddenly, he heard a bloodcurdling scream of agony. It made him stop and look back at the way he came from. He knew that it meant Maverick killed his creator.
He shook his head and quickly ran down the stairs, pulling out his phone and calling the police. "Hello, police! It's an emergency!"
There was no one to answer it.
"Hello?!" Patrick burst out of the front doors and continued running. "Where is everyone!?" Turned out, they were all at the party. "Damnit!" Patrick shouted in the rain, and continued running.
He ran onto the road and started heading towards the Mystery Shack. He nearly tripped on the way, but quickly recovered himself. Cars would pass him, but didn't bother to stop to see if he needed help. He was a 16-year-old male running through the rain as if he was being chased by something.
Patrick then made a right when he got to the dirt road that lead to the Mystery Shack. Along the way, he tripped on a root, and fell face-first into the mud. He groaned in pain from the hard impact, before standing up again and ran.
He looked up and saw that the Shack was only a few yards away. He smiled in relief. He was almost there. He was going to be safe.
Suddenly, someone tackled him to the ground, from his right side.
Patrick landed on his back, before cold hands grabbed him by the neck and started choking the life out of him. It was Maverick, and he stared at Patrick with a crazed look in his eyes. The crack was now bigger, now covering the whole left side of his face.
Trying with all his might, Patrick tried to pry off the clone's arms. But Maverick was too strong, and he was losing oxygen. He looked at the door of the Mystery Shack.
"Quite an experience to feel fear, isn't it," asked Maverick. Patrick reached out towards the door with a left hand, and tried to make a sound to alert the people inside that he was here and in danger. "That's what it is to be a clone."
Patrick vision was starting to cloud up, and he went back to trying to get Maverick to let him go. Maverick only smiled again, and tightened his grip, as the crack enlarged.
Knowing that there was no other way to save himself from death, but Patrick's right hand lets go of Maverick's arm and felt around for a something to smash against the clone.
Just as he wasn't going to make it, his hand grabbed his crowbar. Patrick then bashed it into the left side of Maverick's head.
The result was a loud cracking sound that echoed in the rain, and Maverick screamed in pain and let go of Patrick. The second he was released, Patrick breathed in heavily and in big gasps of air. His clone stood up while holding his face, and the teenager quickly moved away.
He backed away until his back hit the steps of the door. He was about to stand up, throw up the door, and run in. But he didn't Patrick just stayed where he was and stared at Maverick.
{Play music: "Tears in Rain", by Vangelis}
After a moment of hiding his face, Maverick removed his hands. Most of the left side of his face was gone, destroyed like glass when Patrick stroke him. Patrick stared at him in shock at what he did, while Maverick shared back at him with his only eye left. Both panting heavily.
"Maverick, I'm sorry," Patrick said.
"As am I," said the clone, before collapsing on his knees. His crack was now getting larger, and more pieces of his face were breaking off. "It's okay dude, I had a good run. I've—felt things I wouldn't believe I could. The happiness to be able to be freed and cloned. The fear…of losing something, and how desperate I was to keep it, that I gave into my own madness."
Patrick stared at him with wide eyes. Right now, Maverick wasn't the bloodthirsty monster he saw that tried to choke the life out of him. Now, he was a boy. Right now, the clone wasn't just some fake him. Now, he was being his own individual.
"But most of all, I was able to feel like…I've made a friend in you. Regret. Anger. Calm. Joy. Laugher. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die."
Patrick watched as tears flowed out of his eyes, as Maverick gave him one last smile. Then, Maverick's whole body, starting from the top of his head, started to break up into tiny shards of glass. Slowly it was destroyed, until all that was left was a pile of glass on the ground.
All was silent and still, as the rain stopped. Patrick didn't move from where he was on the ground, staring tearfully at the pile of glass. Even when the door opened and a crowd carrying Pacifica, who won the contest, rushed out and chanted her name. They all just went around the depressed teen.
However, he stood up as Officer Blubs and Deputy Durland were the last ones out. Patrick stopped the fat cop, wrote the address where the murdered creator was on a piece of paper, and pushed it hard into his stomach. "There's been a murder. The murderers gone now," he said, before the two officers ran to their police cruiser. Whether or not they actually go there right away or not wasn't really something Patrick wanted to care about.
Grabbing a shove, he dug out a small hole and pushed the remains of Maverick in it. Patrick then covered it up and sighed. "You're in a better place now," he said to Maverick.
{End song here}
Afterwards, Patrick opened the door to the Mystery Shack. In there was Stan, happily counting money. Meanwhile, Mabel was dancing with Candy and Grenda, while Soos was playing music. Wendy was by the side, nodding her head to the beat.
Dipper was on the couch, smiling at girls dancing and having fun. However, he noticed Patrick at the open door, and was taken back by his wet clothing that was almost covered in mud, bruises around his neck, and a miserable look on his face. "Whoa, Patrick. Are you okay?"
The others stopped and looked at him, also surprised by his state. Patrick blinked for a moment, before wiping his nose. "Not really, Dipper," he said, before walking over to the couch. When he reached them, he fell back on it and groaned loudly. Patrick then picked up his legs and laid down, arms crossed, and with his head on the armrest.
The others continued to stare at him. Stan shrugged and went back to counting money. However, the twins, Soos, Grenda, Candy, and Wendy were worried about
With his eyes closed, he told them. "Let's just say that…it didn't have a really happy ending."
AN:
And there you have it: the seventh chapter of "Weirder Things."
Things didn't end all that happily, but that was intended. I did say that the events of the chapter were going to be darker and a more mature, so why end on a positive note instead of a more fitting, sad ending.
At first, I was going to make this into a parody of John Carpenter's The Thing, but then I remembered that Gravity Falls actually did have an episode inspired by the movie.
So, I decided to stick with clones, and instead was inspired by another movie. If you've paid attention at Maverick's last words, you'll know that it was from Blade Runner, one of my favorite sci-fi movies ever.
I didn't put too much focus on Mabel and Dipper's part of the story, as it's nothing we haven't seen before in the show. The only thing different about it was that Dipper was involved, but that didn't make me want to go over all those scenes and rewrite them just to include him.
You know, I'm still thinking of doing a Bravest Warriors story, but I can't figure out what other series I should crossover with it.
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