The Arcade
The arcade was nearly devoid of most of its usual kid to teenage clientele for some reason, only about two or three people were there other than Dipper, Mabel, Sam, and Trixie. They would go there more often, but Trixie had blown up the water fountain twice, and since people get suspicious if something like that happens every time you go to a place, they kept their distance most days. Trixie would have blown up another drinking fountain by now, fortunately Sam had helped her get a better grip on her powers (he did this by getting a kick out of pushing her buttons and he kept at it, so she developed a higher tipping point for when she loses control). Because there was no one there they could talk freely about anything, including the supernatural elements that were a regular occurrence in gravity falls. This one involved a rare kind of fairy that lives in the dimension you're most likely reading this from. Trixie had been fascinated when she saw it with the twins...then Soos killed it, (From "the land swine.") and she fainted. She shuddered as they talked about it, and Sam gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder as he added.
"If it means anything, that kind bites more then mosquitoes. I think my mom actually sprays for them."
Trixie tried teasing Sam. He did it to her often enough.
"Is that why your house smells do bad?"
Sam raised a finger to the sassy lass.
"You know full darn well that my home doesn't stink. My mom makes sure of that. The only bad smell comes from the stuff my dad keeps in the cellar, which I'm not allowed into for some reason."
"Still, I'm not comfortable with humans killing tiny fairies like MOSQUITOES!"
Sam smiled wolfishly, and chuckled.
"When they sink their tiny teeth into you, you might start singing a different toon. And keep in mind that they travel in swarms, so you can admire how cute they all are while they're biting you."
"I'm not saying they aren't pests. It's just disturbing to me."
Mabel popped up between them out of no where, and the way she stated her comment made Dipper giggle a little.
"Kinda like humans eating monkeys."
Trixie took a step back, then shrugged.
"Well since I use protection spells so the I don't get bitten by bugs (or tiny fairies), I don't have to worry about them."
A slight spark of curiosity jumped in Sam, as he raised a eyebrow to Trixie.
"Even if you marinate yourself in olive oil, and role around in rosemary, basil, and roasted breadcrumbs?"
She sure Didn't expect THAT, and a moment of silence passed between them as Trixie tried to wrap her head around the concept.
"...Um, sure? Why would I even do that?"
"You wouldn't, it's just almost dinner time and I'm getting hungry. My mom makes this delicious chicken she does that with." :9
Dipper chuckled.
"Not a good idea to think to think when you're hungry."
Trixie wasn't impressed. She crossed her arms and shook her head.
"Men."
Sam pulled his train of thought way from his stomach, mostly, and continued.
"Which brings me to my next subject. My mom's been dying to meet you guys, particularly you, Trixie. Want to come to dinner? She always makes too much."
That hadn't been expect by any of the three kids, they responded in order of Trixie, Dipper, and Mabel.
"Really? Sure, I guess."
"Okay."
"Yay!"
"Great! Lets head to my place."
As they walked out of the arcade Sam led the way to his house, Trixie mentioned that she had never been invited to dinner before.
"Well that's a shame, but don't worry my dad has met you guys and seems to like you enough, and my mom has been pestering me to bring you over."
Sam's House
Sam's house wasn't anything special at first glance, just a simple two story building with a light blue-grey paint-job near the outside of town. In front of the house was a large garden, with a number of different plants that seemed out of place together. That's not to say it didn't look lovely, those plants were just unusual together. Dipper took note of them even though he wasn't familiar enough with plantlore to identify them all, but Trixie could: There was sage, angelica, boneset, blackberry bushes, juniper trees, rosemary, basil, and hyssop plants. She couldn't figure out why such an odd assortment of plants would be placed together. *Shrugs* Who knows, maybe Sam's mom, dad, or a previous owner of the house was partial to those herbs.
In the garden there was also a barely visible mound, that look like someone had dug a small hole and buried an item in the very middle of this garden. Dipper and Trixie both took note of these things, Sam didn't because he was so used to them and Mabel didn't because well...she's Mabel (Not an insult to her. She's just not going to be paying attention). What neither of them noticed was a line of what looked like rock salt that had been placed in the shadows, outlining the entire house.
Sam led his friends up to the front door, and opened it. The mouthwatering smell from what Sam's mother was making fell over them all as each one walked through the door, and Mabel couldn't help blurting out.
"Ooooo! Smells are like hugs for the nose, but that one's like a big, sloppy, SMOOCH!"
"Ew, Mabel."
Hearing noise in the living room a women comes out of the kitchen, she was wearing an orange sun-dress, and walking with bare feet over the carpeted living room floor (she preferd walking like that) with auburn hair that she had pulled back in a ponytail walked into the room, and resemblances could instantly be seen between her and Sam. Her eyes were emerald green like Sam's left one, she and Sam shared the same olive skin, and she appeared to be the one whom Sam learned his "swagger" from. Her voice rang happily as she saw Sam.
"Oh, Sammy boy. Your timing is perfect, Dad's setting the table." *Looks at Dipper, Mabel, and Trixie* "Why hello there. Will they be joining us?"
"Yeah Mom, sorry it's unexpected. I should have given you a heads up, at least."
"It's fine, honey, you don't have to apologize. I've been wondering when I'd get to meet your friends a little better."*Goes over to Trixie* "You must be the Trixie Sam talks about. I have to say, you are absolutely adorable."
Trixie blushed, as the tall woman looked down on her. She avoided eye contact out of her embarrassment, but still responded politely.
"Thanks. Nice dress."
"Thank you, dear. I suggest you all go to the bathroom to wash your hands up before dinner."
In The Bathroom
Trixie patiently waited for her turn, then gets an evil/playful smile. Her eyes turn blue, and the water from the focit squirts Dipper in the face, causing him to yell out in surprise.
"Hey!"
"Oops. I just don't know what went wrong."
*Wipes off face*"You sure live up to your name, Trixie."
"Thanks!"
Sam laughed at their sear humor and cutness.
"He he. Mischievous little fairy."
She stuck out her tongue at him.
Later In The Dinning Room
Once they finished washing their hands the four had gone into the dinning room, where the table had set the table for six. On each plate was a piece of 's famous chick with steam rising off it and carrying the smell of all its cooked seasoning with it, a small pile of yellow rise freshly out of the pot, and a slice of homemade garlic bread that had been buttered (Recipe from Sam's great gramdmother). The resonating smells of the dish set the stomachs of the four children rumbling simultaneously. Next to each plate there was a glass of each kids favorite drink, somehow can always tell stuff like that about people, and uses it to give a homey touch to most things. Mabel had a big glass of strawberry milk, Dipper had red cool-aid, Sam had chocolate milk, and Trixie had a glass of grape juice. (That really is Trixie's favorite drink. I got the info straight from her owner)
was seated at the table next to his wife, and he carried an obvious resemblance to Sam just like she did. He had royal blue eyes like Sam's right one, his hair was that unusual ash grey color just like Sam's, and the way his face was built gave the impression of an older Sam. As usual he showed absolutely no expression in his face, this wasn't to say he looked apathetic or bored, he actually appeared alert and fully aware of everything around him, but despite this, that emotionless look was a little scary.
Sam's mother saw them all come in.
"There you all are, come take a seat. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which on is yours."
Trixie looked at the plate with the glass of grape juice set next to it, her mouth watering a little more while she looked at the meal.
"That looks good!"
Mabel jumped into the chair meant for her.
"Ooooh!"
smiled pleasantly at the excited girls.
"Thank you."
Sam walked over to his mom, and whispered to her.
"Thanks for giving dinner your special touch. You always know how to make something special."
"Thank you, sweetie."*Kisses him on the cheek*
Unlike most kids his age, Sam had learned not to be embarrassed by his mother kissing him. They all sat down, and led them in grace. It wasn't much, just a series of thank yous, but despite that the big man showed no emotion or feeling, he seemed to have a talent with words that could rival a tested poet.
They dug into the food. While Mabel said how good it was through a mouthful of chicken and rice, Dipper reminded he not to talk with her mouth full, and Trixie couldn't help thinking that it kinda tasted like dragon mutton. Sam looked over to Trixie and asked her oppinion.
*Swallows*"It's good. Tastes like something my grandmother use to make for special occasions."
gladly accepted the praise for her work.
"Thank you, Trixie. You wouldn't mind telling me a little about yourself?"
"Sure, I lived in Gravity Falls for two years, I work at the Mystery Shack with Dipper and Mabel, I live in a house in the woods that's a 30- 40 minute walk from here, my favorite hobbies are magic tricks, skate boarding, some singing and I've been learning how to play guitar from a library book I got."
This provoked Sam's curiosity.
"Really? I didn't know about the library book."
"I found it in the back of the music section. Faaaaaaaaaaaaaar back."
"I see."
Sam's mom had a question that she couldn't stop herself from asking.
"What about your parents, dear?"
This elicited an "um" and "uh-oh" from Dipper and Mabel.
*mumbles* "I hate it when people ask this." *clears throat* "I never had a father and my mom, well, she passed six years ago. My Grandma was looking after me before I came here, but because of something I rather not talk about, I ended up moving here to Gravity Falls, I'm on my own."
"Awww...poor sweetie."
"Can we change the subject?"
"Of course." *Glances to Sam* "What about your NEW family?"
"Other then Sam and my friends, I don't have a new family."
Dipper gave her a glance.
"What about the guys at the Mystery Shack?"
"Well Wendy's great but she doesn't treat me as anything other then that girl you hang around with, but she sometimes gives me...'friendly' advice. I'm still a little 50/50 with Soos after that fairy killing thing, and Stan, um, he's like at crabby next door neighbor that you end up liking for a weird reason."
Mabel and Dipper raised their glasses as if offering a toast.
"Can't argue with that."
"True that."
Trixie continued.
"But Sam is the super annoying older brother who always gets the last laugh, and he's always been there for me when I needed him ever since we meet."
"Even if we didn't like each other at first."
His mother smiled to the kids.
"I already knew that. He talks about you quite a bit, Trixie."
*blushes* "Thanks. When my grandma met Sam when she came to visit she wouldn't stop talking about him."
Sam's mother got a wolfish grin, the same grin Sam showed so many times, and his father laughed. They were both happy, just like any parent who hears that any adult was impressed with their child.
"Well we're certainly proud of our little boy."
Sam was slightly embarrassed, and Trixie took a sip of her grape juice. As time went by and they finished their food, Sam's dad went and got a blackberry pie that had been made a day before, out of the blackberries in their unruly garden. They walked out into the back yard, which had another unruly garden of those odd assortment of plants, each with a slice of pie. Dipper and Sam walked, chatted, and ate pie causally as they drifted around the house. Mabel struck up a conversation with about pigs, which for some reason was a subject he was fairly knowledgeable on. Trixie stood next to Sam's mother, there was a question she meant to ask.
"Do you really spray for fairies?"
"Yes, but I don't suppose you believe in them."
"Oh, I do. I'm just not comfortable with the idea of people exterminating tiny fairies like bugs. I know they're a royal pain, but still."
Sam's mother lowered herself so that she was on level with Trixie.
"Sweetie, when a swarm of those things go after your two year old baby boy, then you can judge me."
Sam and Dipper
The two boys had walked around the house talking, and finishing up their pie. On the way back to the others they walked by the door to the cellar. The door that was bound by think chains made of cold iron that were covered in a coat of rust, like dried blood, and held together by a large lock. It was pretty clear that if you weren't suppose to, you weren't getting in. When they past it a musty smell rose up and tickled their noses, it wasn't entirely pleasant.
"Peeyew! Dude, what does you family keep done there?"
*Shrugges*"No idea. My dad doesn't let me down, and he won't tell me what's in there."
"...And you've never tried to find out what's in it?"
"Nope. And we're not going to try."
Sam grabbed onto Dipper's shoulder and led him back to the others, but while they turned the corner Dipper glanced back at the cellar door, he curiosity tearing him up. After a few minutes of talking hinted that it was about time for th kids to head home. They wrapped everything up and said thank yous are goodbyes to the nice people who gave them dinner, and drove Dipper and Mabel back to their gruncle's with Trixie along with them, but not before each one gave Sam a goodbye. Trixie gave him a hug.
Fairy World
Azazel ran his hands over his curved goat horns that ran along the sides of his head. Women! he though. Sparkler obviously didn't trust his "steed", and apparently the feeling was mutual. When he had said that the fastest and easiest way to get to the dimension Trixie had taken up root in, she had immediately been opposed to it. After the summoning it had finally started to dawn on her that she was in the presence of ancient and cosmic powers. Azazel may look like a 13 year old with horns (That's from not living a full life-cycle while he incarnated into a human body. As a result he takes on the form of a thirteen year old by reflex. He can break it anytime he wants, but keeps it because Sparkler finds it attractive), but he was in reality VERY old. She was slightly afraid of him for a little after finally realizing this, normally nothing scares her unless she's about to lose, but she wasn't going to turn back now, he offended her revenge, her best friend back, and...she had developed some very "interesting" and genuine feelings for the charismatic devil. She steeled herself as she approached him, and gave the horse made of ethereal red fire a dirty look that it returned.
"Alright, I'll get on that thing, but don't you DARE do anything other then get me to gravity falls."
Azazel sprang up, and his massive black vulture wings shooting out and spreading behind him. The horse of war stamped its hoof against the ground in anticipation (This time it didn't cause earthquakes), it knew what was coming.
"Perfect!"
He walked over and ran his hand through the mane of his old friend, then brought himself on top of the celestial steed. The horse reared back on its hind legs, Azazel holding onto its back like a seasoned rider, to the horse it felt like a shard of his soul had been slid back into place, and it let out snorts of joy, it had been thousands of years since the devil had rode him and it felt soooooo good having him back. Azazle too enjoyed it, he had missed this ferocious and mighty beast, and to ride again felt right. He let his wings disappear so Sparkler could hold on better, his grey eyes showing with delight. He offered a hand to the fire fairy to help her up.
Sparkler looked from Azazel to the red horse, still a little unsure about it. The horse only gave her a glare, daring her to try it. That look from the beast infuriated her, she grabbed Azazel's hand and he pulled her up to spite it.
A/A: THE BATTLE APPROACHES! DUH DUH DUHNN!
The reason I did this chapter was because I had shown Sam's parents briefly and mentioned them every once in awhile, but never really gave them as much attention as I should have. So I made a chapter to develop Sam's relationship with them more.
PS: Can any of you guess what's so special about the plants that were outside Sam's house?