"Guess it was just a dream…" he sighed under his breath. The boy tossed the book onto the floor and raced Mabel downstairs. The pages turned ominously in the breeze to a blank area, save for a star map and a simple pine tree, as a few red ink words spread across the space.
The twins and their uncle gathered around the old table that sat underneath a poorly-wired light. Both Dipper and Stan poked at their scrambled meat uninterestedly, seemingly unfazed by Mabel's endless ramblings about her plans for the day.
"And then Candy and Grenda are coming over and we're going to watch Midnight: Staking On Part 3!" She exclaimed, tossing a small bit of the mystery meat into the wall, narrowly missing Dipper.
"Geez Mabel. Watch where you're pointing that thing!" He retorted as he dodged yet another accidental jab from his sister's fork.
"Sorry bro-bro! I'm just so excited that we're teenagers now!" The girl beamed, finally stopping her onslaught of silverware attacks. Dipper returned to thinking and moving the unknown substance around on his chipped plate. Stan had since given up on the same act and started chewing obnoxiously, causing Mabel to push her breakfast away with a look of disgust.
"I am too, just something feels…weird now. It's strange, but I can't shake this feeling of déjà vu."
Stan swallowed his current forkful without chewing and coughed forcefully on it, leaving the twins confused. He quickly regained his composure.
"So how old are you guys now anyway? Ten, eleven?" Stan inquired casually, inspecting the next scoop from his dish.
"Thirteen." Dipper deadpanned.
"Thirteen, Grunkle Stan!" Mabel exclaimed at the same time as her twin. The cheapskate's eyes widened and stopped demolishing his odd breakfast combination. He placed the utensil back on his plate, picked it up, and uncharacteristically scraped the remains into the garbage can. Dipper and Mabel exchanged a confused stare as Stan headed towards the gift shop.
"Pretty big day then, I guess. Umm, Happy Birthday you two." Their uncle mumbled while he walked out the door. As soon as the door creaked to a close, conversation started up again.
"What's up with that? Stan never wastes anything," Dipper pointed behind him to the trash can.
"I'm just happy he stopped eating. It sounded like a worm crawling through jello!" His twin sister added with a shudder and a disgusted face.
Dipper laughed, "You always do come up with the weirdest ways to describe things. Speaking of strange things, I had the weirdest dream last night."
"Omygosh me too! There was this cute guy and a bunch of living candy was everywhere. Then this wizardcame out of nowhere and started blasting ice from his hands! It was like zap! Zap! Blizow!" She wildly pointed her hands in every direction, mock shooting ice from her palms.
"You got another Smile Dip, didn't you?" Dipper smirked.
Mabel shook her head and put on a smile, "Nope. Gummy Koalas."
"Well anyway, my dream was a different kind of weird. It was Gravity Falls weird. It felt so real, like it was actually happening." He tensed up and brought his hands together, suddenly looking more paranoid than usual, "I looked in the journal and it had information that just appeared out of nowhere! Information on us! It said a pair of Pines twins were destined to protect Gravity Falls!"
"C'mon Dip. It was just a dream! Stop ackin' so cray-cray!" Mabel replied.
He continued, "It felt different than a dream though. I can't explain it. It mentioned gaining powers on our thirteenth birthday or something."
"Omygosh Dipper! That would be so awesome!" Mabel cheered.
"And then there was something about the dangers of the town being drawn to us."
"But we would get powers, Dippingsauce. Powers." She chimed back with the biggest smile she could muster, even going as far as placing her hands on her face to look even more ecstatic.
Dipper suddenly looked panicked, "And there goes the déjà vu again! You said and did the same exact thing in my dream! If that happened, then what about the…"
He trailed off and dragged Mabel upstairs to see if his suspicions were correct. He slowly picked up the journal and leafed through the pages, only to stop in the middle. The place the teen assumed the author had mysteriously vanished was now filled with the same pages from his dream the night before. Dipper lost his grasp on the book he clenched in his hands. It fell to the floor in a heap, leaving him trembling.
"Dipper? You okay?" Mabel questioned worriedly, trying to snap her brother back into reality.
"I-it wasn't a dream, it was a premonition." The boy barely audibly stammered as he stepped back from the book, "We're the twins."
Guys. I am so excited for the next episode of Gravity Falls. You have no idea. I saw a clip and realized that I wrote something in the first chapter of my first fanfic (back in March) that's seriously weirding me out:
Mabel clearly had given up on sleeping at that point. She threw on a hand-knit sweater with a large pig face in the center. "I hope Waddles likes the matching sweaters I made us," She thought while she squeezed her pet pig into a crudely-knit sweater with an even more crudely-knit self portrait of herself in the middle. The animal did not look pleased, but reluctantly submitted to what was now apparently Match Clothes with Your Pet Tuesday.
I feel like Dippy right now with the predicting things and the déjà vu. No lie, they were wearing the exact sweaters I described months ago.
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