He stretches, checking the time again. '10:43... only a few minutes 'til we're there..' he muses, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He nudges his sister with his foot, and when she looks up to him he circles his fingers once in the air as their 'clean up' symbol. She nods, and starts packing up her knitting supplies from around her on the bus bench, stuffing them into an oversized duffel bag at her feet.
That done, she pulls her phone out of her pocket, does something, and puts it back, before standing up and stretching like he did not a minute earlier. He chuckles quietly at their similarities, then readjusts all of his stuff. He checks his messenger bag is still firmly secured across his chest, then grabs his backpack from beneath his seat, and checks the contents are all still in order there too. Just as he confirms none of his knives are out of their pockets, the bus screeches to a halt, and the bus driver's companion turns to them.
"Hey, you two, this is the last stop. Gravity Falls." he says, and gestures for them to hurry up.
"Yeah, that's us." Mason replies, tugging his sister along and going down to the other end of the bus. He flashes the guy a small smile, and makes his way down the steps, his sister getting off right after him.
"Cheers." the guy offers, and then the bus doors close and the twins are left at the bus stop. Alone.
"Oh, is Grunkle Stan not coming to pick us up?" Mabel asks, shaking her phone to turn on it's flashlight and looking around. Though it's a new waxing gibbous, there's barely any moonlight that actually hits the ground, and that makes the woods surrounding them darker. Mason activates his phone's flashlight as well, his other hand inching towards his army knife strapped to the small of his back.
"Hey, Mabel, I know you're not a big fan of violence and stuff, but there could be a dangerous animal out here, so would you be willing to take my bear spray? I don't want you going unarmed." Mason suggested, opening up his messenger bag.
"Sure, Dippin' Dots. I- I can do that." she agrees, coming over to him and grabbing the spray when he offers it. He rezips the bag, and the two of them stand back to back.
They stayed like that for an hour, an uneasy silence settling around them.
Just as they were about to finally settle down on the half-rotted bus-stop bench, an old red Cadillac pulled up on the road next to them. Mason nearly drew his knife and slashed a tire, but a curious noise from Mabel stopped him.
They both aimed their flashlights at the car, and a man got out of the other side. "You Mabel and Dipper?" he asked.
"Yeah!" Mabel says, while Mason nods.
"Cool. I'm s'posed to bring you two to the Shack for . Name's Soos, good to meetcha." the man introduces, gesturing to the car.
Now that Mason looks closer, the man seems mostly harmless, slightly chubby, but with some hidden muscle. His features were open, easy to read as a book. "Sure." Mason evenly agrees, and the happiness breaks across Soos's face like an egg on a counter.
The twins get into the car, and contrary to Mason's beliefs, they weren't kidnapped or sold into slavery, just driven to an obvious tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. Mason procured his bear spray back from Mabel, and put it back into his bag just as they pulled up.
"Alright, dudes. This is where we part. See you in the morning." Soos declares, parking the car in front of a totem pole. He gets out with the twins, and begins whistling happily as he walks back down the road.
The twins share a glance, and then Mason shrugs, pulling his backpack over his shoulder and making his way into the creaky house. He goes around back, entering through a screen door in the back. Mabel decides to go through the front door, and the evidence it was a bad idea was painted loud and clear when she shrieks loud enough to hurt a zombie's eardrums. He sighs, and drops his backpack at the foot of some stairs before making his way to the source of the scream.
He turns a corner and opens a door to find Mabel, covered head to toe in whipped cream. "Oof, sorry Mabes. I should've warned you. Let's get ya clean, okay?" he offers her, staying just out of reach.
"Sure, Dipper." she agrees quietly, too tired to do more silly things besides lick some of the whipped cream off her hand.
There's no sign of Stan, which Mason finds weird considering Mabel's sheer volume, but he just shrugs it off. Not his problem the old man sleeps better than the dead.
He grabs Mabel by her sweater-and-whipped-cream covered hand, pulling her to upstairs, where he correctly assumes there's a shower she can get clean in. He shoves her in, and then goes back down to clean up the rest of the whipped cream mess and grab a change of clothes for his sister. Once he's done he slips back upstairs and places the clothes just outside the door. He then goes back downstairs, and settles down on the floor of the living room.
A few minutes later, his sister joins him, and they fall asleep leaning against each other.