Alright, although it is rather early to write these up, I have been having no thoughts other than bowser Dipper for the past day or two. And since it's winning in the pole anyway, I figured, why not?
So here we go.
=-=-=-=Mario=-=-=-=
Mabel was 16, getting ready for her summer that would make her 17.
She was average for her height, about 5 feet, maybe a couple inches more. She just compared herself to her six-foot-tall brother, who she was barely neck high when they were standing next to each other.
She did have a bodacious bod though. Apparently, while growing up, Dipper was a little bit of a picky eater, and because Mabel wasn't as much of one, their parents wound up getting them things that Dipper would eat.
Now this might appear as favoritism, but Mabel still enjoyed the stuff that Dipper would eat. After learning to talk, she did end up asking for more sugary stuff, but Dipper had always done his best to convince her to eat it in moderation.
Dipper had almost looked to be trying to control Mabel as they grew up, which concerned their parents for a time. Then they noticed the effects of this 'control'.
Mabel had grown up under her brother's guidance, and she had legs that could dent steel beams. Which were a godsend when a boy had grown tired of her 'teasing' and she had to get away from him and his buddies that wanted her to join them for some fun.
The group were in the hospital for a week before being able to be put in court for the attempt.
Mabel took Dipper more seriously after that.
But back to her. Her body was literally topped by no one in their school. Dipper always looked out for her, warning her away from the bad crowds.
Especially when the cheerleaders tried to convince her to join them. Apparently, they enjoyed going into the boy's locker room after they won a game.
She refused to have her first experience with love be ruined like that.
Dipper had guided her to being pure until marriage, mostly by telling her she wasn't allowed to fall in love until he could find the right prince for her.
Their parents were both fully behind a mentality like that.
The boys that Mabel 'fought', tried to disagree.
Mabel caught sight of herself when she passed by her full-length mirror, taking a second to pose.
Because of how much Dipper had controlled her diet, she had a slim posture, her breasts were a full E-cup and with his exercises she did join him with, she had no trouble avoiding sagging. She was wearing a self-made sweater dress.
She had taken her sweaters she made from childhood, made them go down to her knees, and tightened the torso section. She had belled out the sleeves and the bottom, so while the sweater hugged her torso and rump, it gave her plenty of room to use her legs or hide things in her sleeves. She had also started to wear yoga pants. Tight enough to allow her full length of movement, and thick enough that when she kicked, she didn't give a free show.
Her proper diet had allowed her to become the envy of everyone in her school.
When it came to her legs, Dipper had compared her to Chun-li. Which actually encouraged her to learn some leg focused martial arts. And yes, she could do that spinning kick the game character could do.
It took a lot of training.
After double checking her things for their trip to Gravity Falls, and making sure she had grabbed her super pack, which looked like a turtle shell. Dipper had told her once that it was something she would need when they made it to Gravity Falls.
Dipper had explained a lot of things to her, his favorite was how he had to rescue his own princess from an evil family there. But he could only go when he was prepared to take on anyone and everyone.
As Mabel made it to her brother's room, entering without even knocking, she saw her brother.
His stuff was packed, similar to her own, and he was doing some last-minute lifts.
Dipper had a workout bench in his room, where he was lifting nearly four hundred pounds, before he set it up as he sat up to interact with her.
Mabel would admit on occasion, to only her closest friends, that she would on occasion just hang out and talk to Dipper while he worked out just to watch his muscles move. He wasn't overly bulky, but the boy had a six-pack, that Mabel and her two closest friends joked would be an eight-pack if he were just a little taller.
Where Mabel had gone for working her legs, Dipper had tried to balance his body better, but with an upper body preference.
Talking clothes, right now he was in just shorts. But he would usually say that his look couldn't be completed until their trip to Gravity Falls.
He usually wore a brick red long sleeved shirt, a black vest, and a pair of black jeans.
Dipper's vest was covered in weird symbols as well as some mechanical pieces. Dipper only ever said they were a surprise.
Mabel was excited for this summer; cause Dipper had explained that he was ready to rescue his princess.
=-=-=-=-=Later, at Gravity Falls=-=-=-=-=
Stan had been excited when he heard his niece and nephew had requested to stay at his home during the summer. He had missed being able to talk with family.
Stan had expected many things, but when he saw them, he couldn't help but drop his jaw.
They were buff and looked ready to fight the local bike gang. Both had gone up and given him a hug, which he had done his best to return. He couldn't fit his arms around them.
Well, a couple days had gone by, they did enjoy a trip to the lake on family fun day. But Dipper was commonly off in the woods, preparing for something big, or so he said.
Soos and Wendy didn't know how to react to them. Soos had said how they were cool when they interacted with him, while Wendy was usually just manning the register. Though when Dipper came in with a new set of horns on his head, she did question it.
He just gave her a sharp tooth grinned. "Everything has a reason."
Wendy would just shiver, before returning to her magazine. Whatever the boy did to himself, she had no reason to stop him.
Wendy did bring up some concerns with Stan though, she had been getting out of her more rebellious acts since she was getting too old, as some would say, but her and her friends still enjoyed getting into trouble every now and then.
She recalled five years ago when they failed to crash the dusk to dawn store. They wound up sitting around the parking lot and putting graffiti over the building.
Today however, was a day that Stan hates the most in summer. Pioneer Day.
His two niblings were both out today, and he was left to come grab a couple things from the store himself, which caused him to get stuck in the middle of this nightmare.
He did run into Gideon, however.
The short chubby boy, though the boy argued he was just big boned, had tuned 13 not too long ago, but hadn't grown past three and a half in height.
Which Stan never passed up the chance to hold over him. Which was easy, considering their height difference.
Stan and Gideon were distracted however, when there was a gasp from a large group not far away.
Pacifica would always enjoy her summers; she had a bit more freedom during that time. She would dread the moment her father chose to marry her off to whatever rich friend wanted to marry their son off to her.
Right now, her wedding was already planned when she turned 18 next year. She just didn't know who her groom was going to be. She wouldn't dare cry over it, but she would enjoy her life before then.
She had thought of giving herself to a boy before her wedding night, so she could do it with someone she chose to before it was forced from her.
But there was no boy that met her personal expectations. They were all either too stupid, or too snobbish. She had dreamt of what her life would be like if she could find the courage to fight against her father. But ever since a night that happened five years ago, about a week before the Northwest Fest, she had not had the courage to even tell her father anything after that night.
He had simply smacked her for wasting his time with such drabble.
She had walked by and saw a boy speaking with a ghost that had blue fire for a beard. The ghost had laughed, an evil grin when he stopped.
The boy and the ghost had made a deal, because the ghost shook his hand and disappeared.
Ever since, she had feared their return. No one throughout the mansion believed her when she told them. And Preston had made her stop.
Pacifica had given up on gaining any hope, because everything just began to spiral downward from there. Her friends had even stabbed her in the back. They ratted her out to her dad when she tried to talk with them about it.
She had however, during one of her take downs of the two local losers, mostly to help herself feel better than to put them down, had slipped up.
One mention of ghosts, and the smaller one, Candy, had asked if that was a 'Ghost Harassers' reference.
Pacifica had flinched, before pulling the girl aside, followed closely by the larger girl.
Let it be said that the girls would just cower and accept the verbal lashings, but if the rich girl was gonna get physical, Grenda would break her.
Pacifica had started to talk to the girl about ghosts before Grenda could jump to conclusions, which spiraled into her telling the two about what happened that night she saw the ghost.
And to her surprise, her trust, that was shattered when her two 'friends' ratted her out, was better placed.
After giving her an ear to talk to, the two had been bullied less. In public, she still called them out on everything, but she wasn't as mean about it.
She would meet with the two off to the side, usually where no one hung out, ironically near the Mystery Shack.
She had started to feel like she had a real set of friends, especially when they understood when she showed her concerns for what her father might do to their families if he found out she was hanging out with a couple 'commoners'.
But today, she was just a doll on display, just like her mother, just like every other festivity day.
She had taken notice when the two new people came into town. They both looked high class, with their posture and physique.
Hell, her father had even given the two a second glance when he noticed them the other day during their drive.
Pacifica was still lost in thought as a sudden quake was felt through the crowd.
Everyone turned to look behind them as they heard a deep and masculine laugh.
"Bwa Ha Ha Ha. Well, this looks like quite the reception." Dipper was standing there, having stomped to cause the small quake. He was wearing a pair of boots, looking to be made of thick black leather, tall enough to cover a good portion of his shins, metal plates protecting said shins, another guarding his toes, both having spikes, three on his toes, and three along the top of the shin guard, the middle ones larger than the two on the side.
Black jeans, brick-red long-sleeved shirt, with a black vest. He also wore a set of green gauntlets that made his fingers look more like claws, covering up to his elbows. What stood out the most however, was a set of horns that sat on his forehead.
Can't forget the large green shell on his back, though upon a closer look, it was floating behind him.
Dipper stomped his way to the stage. Preston scoffed at the boy. "Listen here young man, this is a serious festival that this great town has every year, you are rather early for the summerween holiday. Now if you would please just go home."
Preston didn't get much further in his speech. Mostly because Dipper jumped when he was maybe twelve feet from the stage, landed right in front of him, and grabbed his throat.
"I am here to take over, so if you are who these people follow, you need to be dealt with."
Dipper looked about at everyone, noticing that there was someone missing. Dipper quickly snapped Preston's neck with a flick of his wrist, before using his body to smack Wendy off to the side.
Wendy would have shivered in disgust, not liking the feel of any guy slamming into her, if the corpse that was used to smack her, wasn't just a living person she had tried to save.
"So, looks like we got ourselves a hero." Dipper smirked, though he hadn't expected her to respond as fast as she had. Guess that's what he gets for underestimating her drive to protect her town.
He should have tried better when he first came, Wendy had always been a bit cautious of him. But he wanted an opponent to fight this time through, not a friend. And Wendy was the only person that could actually give him a challenge.
Wendy was the only person throughout town that had both the brains and skill to actually prove a threat.
Wendy glared at him "I knew there was something up with you, I should have been more persistent in watching you."
Dipper laughed. "Well, I had planned this for today, just to make it easier to eliminate the man that owned my new castle. I need the best place to rule from after all. Mabel! Bring about the new statue!"
As everyone heard a weird 'hovering' sound. (I have no other thought on what to call it).
They all looked to see Mabel, flying by on a broom. Floating about in a circle around Dipper, before stopping and hovering behind him, a bit of a ways up.
"Don't sweat it bro, I got just what you ordered."
Mabel pulled a wand out of her sleeve. The wand was about a foot and a half long, a star at the end with two rainbows coming from the sides of it, before wrapping around the end of the shaft.
The star started to glow, lights traveling down the rainbows as it did, before out of thin air, but was in fact teleported from a hidden part of the forest, appeared a statue of Dipper with his new get-up.
Before it slammed down, destroying the statue of Nathaniel Northwest, their supposed founder.
Dipper and Mabel both laughed over their supposed victory.
Wendy growled at the two, Dipper having tossed Preston's body off to the side. Dipper stood up straighter as Wendy picked up her ax.
Wendy was going to rush forward, if Dipper hadn't raised his clawed gauntlet over his shoulder and grabbed his 'shell', before throwing it like a frisbee.
Wendy scoffed at the attack as she stomped the edge, causing the shell to slam into the stage. Wendy proceeded to panic a bit when the shell went from spinning at her, to flipping, and she almost caught it with her hand when there was suddenly a wall of spikes falling on her.
It didn't have those when he threw it. Bringing her ax up, she did manage to stop the shell from falling on top of her. But the thing was far heavier than she anticipated. How the hell did that boy throw this thing.
Just as she was about to start panicking, the shell began to float up, before spinning back to Dipper, who grabbed it and placed it back over his shoulder, where the now spiked shell floated.
Wendy would honestly say, she would stand up for anyone that was in danger, but this boy was someone that made her sweat. Looking at her trusty and favorite ax, she realized how much this guy just may be toying with her.
She was not strong enough to fight this guy, he had enough muscle to grab and throw what looked like a five foot in diameter shell that had to weigh tons. She did not believe she was gonna win.
But like hell if she was gonna give up.
Wendy rushed forward as she raised her ax to strike down on him, Dipper merely raised a clawed gauntlet and caught the weapon, before his grip tightened and it shattered.
Dipper kicked her back, and decided to scare the girl, by breathing fire.
Wendy had to jump back further when the guy tried to light her up. Okay, so he had solid metal boots that hurt, metallic claws that were tougher than any weapon she could get, a giant flying disk of spikey death, and fucking fire breath! Did she forget anything!?
There was a girly giggle as Wendy groaned. Oh yeah, a fucking magic chick on a flying broom.
Fan-Fucking-Tastic.
Dipper scoffed. "Mabel, get this zero out of my sight, can't even bring a proper weapon to a fight with someone as great as I? Pathetic."
Mabel giggled as she waved her wand, getting a lightshow out of it, before a whirlwind flew towards her and lifted her off towards the woods.
Dipper laughed over his victory. "Anyone else wish to stand up and play hero?" There were a couple that looked ready to, before they all saw him in action. Manly Dan jumped onto the stage, ready to accept the challenge. Dipper laughed as the man rushed him.
Dipper didn't blame him; he did just launch his daughter off into the forest after all. Dipper caught the man's fist, before delivering his own right in the man's gut. Dan was down, getting tossed back to the crowd.
Dipper scoffed. "This place has terrible heroes if this is all you have."
Dipper finally turned his attention to the two blondes that remained with him on stage. Both taking steps back as he neared them. Dipper smirked as he grabbed Pacifica by the arm and led her along as he began to walk towards the mansion.
"Hey, Mabel, go ahead and have some fun with the redecoration of the town. Just remember our theme. And my castle is mine to redecorate."
Pacifica was a little panicked as she was pulled along to her old home. First, she was simply a doll, and now she expected to become a toy.
Pacifica had seen Grenda about to jump up to help when he grabbed her, but she had pleaded with her eyes and a shake of her head. She had feared that she would lose someone that she could call a friend.
And now, the guy calling upon a 'koopa' army, which looked to be a bunch of turtle robots, their shells a rainbow of colors, several with stickers with silly sayings.
Her captor grumbled something about his sister getting ahold of his troops.
Pacifica was forced to watch as robotic turtles, all started to redecorate the mansion. Several were digging out a moat, they were covering several parts with metal plating. Replacing the fence around the property with a much larger and more intimidating one.
Mabel was flying about still, laughing up a storm, mostly enjoying herself as she controlled some robots into altering things, using her wand and what appeared to be magic to change things around.
Well, things were becoming more interesting, maybe the guy wouldn't be so cruel to her. His grip wasn't particularly rough.
=-=-=-=With Wendy=-=-=-=
Wendy woke up in a cave, with Icelandic pop sensation BABA, played in the background.
Wendy looked and saw that not far away there was a bear, with a bunch of heads and some extra arms.
After just staring for a couple minutes, the bear turned and noticed her awake. "Ah, up are you? Well, I hope you don't mind the music, it helps me relax. Ever since this strange muscular fellow showed up in town, he has been showing several creatures here in the woods who is in charge. Gotten plenty of them all up in a huff. Beat Leaderaur, nearly killed Jeff, and he even took the king of the fairies hostage."
Wendy gasped. "He just killed the richest man in town and claimed himself king."
Multi-Bear sighed. "Well, there is more that he did to the denizens of the woods, but none of us are strong enough to stop him. The only thing that I know is all within a journal I received some years ago from a mysterious stranger. He said I should give it to one that holds the key."
Multi-bear pulled the journal from a draw, that Wendy just realized was there, and after looking around, noticed the cave looked more like a home than a cave. Well now she felt judgmental for thinking the bear would only have 'just' a cave.
When the bear showed her the journal, it was white, the band that was keeping the book shut was gold. And as Wendy looked at the lock, she noticed it required a shaped medallion to open, a familiar shaped medallion.
Wendy reached around her neck, pulling out a necklace that she got from her mother. It was a simple thing, the woman had said she got it from her mother, but it was something she had been happy to be able to hand off to her.
Wendy's necklace was a simple axe, nothing she thought was special, at least not to anyone other than herself.
Taking the journal and using her necklace, Wendy was rewarded with a soft click, and was able to read what was inside.
Which was honestly a lot.
To begin with, the boy that she fought, was predestined to appear. Okay, now she was beginning to be annoyed.
What kind of idiot does these people believe she is? A fiery maiden, fighting against the metallic koopa army, wielding an axe of ephemeral power.
Did she die and get reborn in a stupid videogame?
Wendy took a chance to examine the bear, before going back to reading the journal.
Maybe the game invaded her world, but either way, this thing was explaining how to create a weapon to fight on equal grounds with the fire breathing monstrosity that just murdered a man and took over the town.
She missed when things were easier.
Wendy read about what her first 'trial' was. And realized why it was first, considering she was going to need to get a shaft to attach the other pieces to. She would also like some armor to be honest.
=-=-=-=-=Back to Dipper=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Dipper awoke, having the robots finish up redecorating Preston's old room into a room befitting himself. The robots had left Pacifica's alone, but they had been busy all night, rearranging how the hallways worked, and setting up the entrance hall to be more a throne room.
Robot workers were the best he could do to replace the koopa army. Better than nothing, but he didn't trust the gnomes not to try anything, otherwise he would have suited them up and allowed them to be his army. But he tried to do that against Gideon his first life, and it did not work out.
But right now, he was fascinated with what his robots did, the halls were more royal red, it almost looked to have translated into a castle from the game rather nicely.
Dipper walked towards where he knew would be Pacifica's room. Knocking as he heard her tell him enter.
Dipper walked in, fully suited out in his armor. Time for his morning visit with his princess. Dipper caught her just staring out, now being able to see his Lava moat around the mansion turned castle.
Dipper smiled as he walked towards her, having chosen to talk to her at nine in the morning, knowing she would be up and looking out her window to see what all has changed overnight. Dipper stepped up and placed a hand on her shoulder, staring out her window with her. He looked out and noticed that Mabel had added some order to the buildings, having fixed up several, and made sure there was no graffiti.
Mabel had outdone herself when it came to fixing up things, everything looking more medieval than before. Almost like he actually ruled a kingdom.
Dipper was allowed to admit this kind of made him giddy, right?
Pacifica turned to look at him, wondering what he was doing. The man hadn't done anything besides pull her with him as he came to the mansion and fixed it up to his standards. She was also concerned for her mother.
Dipper finally spoke up. "If you join me, and become my queen, you could rule all this with me."
Pacifica just stood there in shock, she had expected the man to force her to do what he wanted, she had expected the man to hurt her. Hell, she had thought he would eat or sacrifice her.
Pacifica turned to look at him as he turned to address her, obviously to continue a speech he had possibly practice, she paid enough attention to hear him referring to her as princess.
Pacifica grabbed the collar of his vest, pulled him towards her, and kissed him.
Mabel had walked in at that point, before turning around and walking right back out.
Dipper regretted wearing his full outfit, his shell was not meant to be worn when he bent over. The way it hovered over his back, meant that when Pacifica pulled him down for a kiss, he got it slammed into the back of his head.
So, when Pacifica separated to catch her breath, he was left dazed not because she was a hell of a kisser, but because she smacked him with his shell.
Though he did enjoy the kiss.
Maybe he had put too much thought into how she would react, but he had wanted to play the part of the evil king Bowser, and now his princess Peach wanted him.
Well, not everything can be hard.
Dipper decided to invite Pacifica down for breakfast. He had to ignore the giggling when his sister noticed the blood leaking down the back of his head. Nothing serious, but when you smack your head against a solid metal object, even if it had plenty of give, it still hurt.
He was also introduced to two familiar girls.
Apparently, Grenda and Candy had tried to sneak in and kidnap his princess to save her from him.
As he did his laugh, preparing to give the girls an ultimatum, they were Mabel's girls after all, Pacifica jumped in to defend them.
He honestly did not see that coming.
Apparently, they were friends from when he came here five years ago to set up this whole thing. Pacifica had apparently caught him fixing her ghost problem, and the only two that didn't rat her to her father for talking about ghosts, and just gave her an ear to rant about things that were bothering her.
Now he felt a little bad.
Dipper just said they could join Mabel as her top minions, said girl squealed as she rushed over to talk about what she could get them for weapons.
Grenda chose a hammer, and was given a rather large solid black hammer, spikes around ends. (Think the hammer from smash bros, but with spikes around the edges pointed outward.)
Candy didn't want a weapon, but she had asked about examining the robots he had working for him.
Dipper would normally deny such a request, but he decided, to hell with it. "I feel I can trust you to help me with building up my Koopa army, I feel I can trust my queen's handmaiden."
Saying it that way, actually revealed his intentions for Pacifica, which calmed both girls down slightly, and as Dipper looked into their eyes, he noticed their worries were calmed somewhat.
Dipper could tell they had planned to be caught, they were planning to get Pacifica and get out, Grenda was the muscle, Candy was the brains. While Grenda would be the heavy hitter, Candy would try to wrench control of his army from him.
And both were the kind of girls that would swoon over the thought of a powerful man taking over a town just to claim you as his queen.
One set of enemies dealt with.
Besides Wendy, Candy and Grenda were actually people he considered a threat. Tambry would as well with her tech know-how, but she would not be able to take control of his minions without him knowing and being able to counter her.
Each of his robots were hardwired to accept commands from him, Mabel had a way into the connection through her broom which allowed her to control them, but she still had to get the commands approved by him. He could auto approve some commands, usually when he had her in his sights, or verbal commands.
Dipper controlled his minions through a neural link that he created, not one like with Doc Oc from the marvel movies, if his was destroyed, all machines would shut down.
Dipper allowed the two to join them for breakfast.
As Dipper and Mabel were having a fancy breakfast made by the staff of what was Northwest Manor, Stan was met with an interesting surprise.
Stan had gone and allowed Priscilla to stay in his spare room, the one with the weird carpet.
His nephew did murder her husband and take her house after all. Stan had to call the twin's parents to get some info, and they were just as shocked over what the kids did and were now on their way over.
Stan had gone down to the secret lab, mostly to see if there was anything in journal one about this.
What he found was all three journals, and a weird crystal. Looking over the glowing crystal, he found a note with the journals. Reading it, he found it being anonymous, but it told him that the second journal was at a kindergarten, while the third was under a metal tree.
The crystal would be an adequate replacement for the radioactive waste he needed, and he should do some rewiring before activating the portal.
So, Stan now had some work to do.
=-=-=-=-=I think it's safe to pause here=-=-=-=-=
Okay, I think this will be just the first part of the Dipper Mario portion, and I kind of want some feedback on it.
Good? Bad? Stupid?
I plan on separating each of these into their own stories, but this is connected to my Repeat Over and Over Again story.
This is just one lifetime that Dipper lived through, I will not bore you all with the learning filler lives, and just allow you to enjoy the final product.
Please keep in mind that this is the same Dipper as in that story, just earlier in the timeline. He does know a great deal, but this is what he has been pushed to do to cure his boredom.
I plan on doing each of the crossovers in the poll on pat re on, but I will focus on whatever one is in first place. And Mario showed a big head start with the responses, so I figured I would give you all a chapter.