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Prompt: Elves
Mystery Shack Holiday Helpers
"I'm not coming out."
"Come on, Dipper," coaxed Mabel, hovering outside the supply closet in which her brother refused to exit. "I'm sure it's not so bad."
"There's not a mirror in here, and for that I'm glad. I don't want to see what I look like."
"Well, you can't be embarrassed if you don't know how you look," reasoned Mabel.
"I know I look ridiculous. I just don't have anything by which to confirm it. There is no way I'm letting anyone see me in this stupid outfit."
Mabel let out a soft sigh and glanced over her shoulder. The Shack was relatively busy this December afternoon, people milling about in their winter gear and shopping for cheesy, touristy knick-knacks for Christmas gifts. Wendy lounged at the register, a Santa hat resting crookedly on her head and her eyes glued to one of her teen magazines. Soos was outside, shovelling a path through the snow so that it wasn't too much of a hassle for the customers to get to the Shack.
"Come on, Dipper, it's Christmas. A time to be festive!"
She was answered by silence, but she could feel her brother's increasing surrender.
"If you don't come out soon, Grunkle Stan is going to drag you out himself," she warned. "That would be much more embarrassing."
A groan of defeat sounded from the other side of the door. It creaked open and Dipper reluctantly stepped out. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest and muttered, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
The two were wearing matching elf costumes. The only difference was that Mabel wore a red skirt with bells attached and her brother wore a pair of green tights. His green and red long-sleeved shirt stretched down far enough for him to feel marginally comfortable about the tights. They both wore a pair of pointed shoes and elf hats, and were covered in so many bells that they created a melody with each step they took.
"I'll be Snowflake and you can be Snowfrost," said Mabel cheerfully, linking hands with him and dragging him further into the shop.
There was a bright flash and Dipper whipped his head around, his ears burning red. Wendy studied the picture she had just taken and frowned. "Dang. Caught the glare. Let's try again."
Before Dipper could protest, Mabel slung an arm around his shoulders and grinned widely. "Christmas!"
Wendy took another picture with her cell phone and examined the result. "Perfect! You two are adorable. This is so going to be my lock screen background."
Dipper felt a flare of mortification. But then he looked at his sister, with her bright smile and arms looped tightly around him. He glanced around the Shack, decked out with Christmas lights and shiny red garland. He felt a sudden warmth course through him and he relaxed.
"Snowflake and Snowfrost, huh?"
"Yeah! Hey, I bet we could come up with a dance!" Mabel beamed at him.
Dipper smirked. "Let's see how long we can get away with Jingle Bells before Stan bursts in here to strangle us."
It was Christmas. And Christmas was a time for dressing up as elves and having fun with friends while driving your relatives crazy with a Christmas song they were sick of.
Or something along those lines, anyway.
