My Big Dipper

by CookiesOnFridays

(Pincest) Love is a strange thing, but strange things happen in Gravity Falls. They say that a brother and sister can't love one another, but is that true? After being saved by her twin brother Dipper, Mabel discovers that she might have feelings for him. But what if Dipper is trying to avoid those feelings? Watch as Mabel suffers twists and turns in this story of 'My Big Dipper'

6. You're the Boss Pt 1

Chapter 7- You're the Boss Pt. 1

A/N:

Merry Christmas... Eve... Well this my gift to you guys and thanks for sticking with me! Hopefully you will enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. But without further a due, lets begin shall we!? (I do not own Gravity Falls by the way).

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I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the wooden ceiling of the attic. I let out a small yawn as I stretched to unravel my tight muscle from their sleep. I let out a relaxed sigh and looked outside the triangle shaped window to see the bright yellow glow of the sky, as the sun rises over the forest tree tops. The sun's faint rays began to beam through the small window and slowly spread, scaring off the shadows towards the walls and back to their rightful places in the morning.

I smiled faintly, feeling at peace. I let in a deep breath of fresh air and I let out another relaxed sigh. I turned towards my clock and I had to squint to look at the time.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I looked at the clock again and it read 6:00a.m. I was a little surprised to see the time becoming as such, because if you know me I could be a total sleepy head sometimes.

I heard a faint murmur and I turned my head towards the bed across the room. On the bed was a lump covered by a blanked. The lump shifted a little bit until a patch of brown hair appeared out the edge of the covers. I couldn't help but giggle faintly at the action.

I crawled out of my bed and I tip toed towards the bed, quietly as possible. The faint beams of sunlight began to intensify and with the small strips of yellow hitting against my toes, I felt a shiver of warmth run up my spine.

I finally reached my brothers bed and I leaned over, propping up my elbows to get in a comfortable position. I pulled the covers down gently till I could see the rest of his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open ajar. His brown hair was rustled with split ends everywhere, but I couldn't complain because I know I didn't look much better.

His chest rose up and down, up and down at a steady pace like a beat in music. I could just imagine his heart thumping softly against his chest.

I placed a hand against his soft cheeks and I leaned in closer, placing my forehead against his.

"Oh Dipper..." I said letting out a small sigh, "What will it take you to notice my feelings...?"

He let out a small grunt and I drew back a little as he moved and shifted. His face turned towards me and I saw him smile a little. Whatever he was dreaming about, he must've been having a good time.

I lowered my head to be level with the surface of the bed and I gazed at his face which was now covered with strips of sunlight. The beams made his face shimmer and shine as if he was a star.

I held his hand and I sighed, "You're so cute when you sleep you know that?"

I sat there holding his hand for what felt like hours. Time just seemed to slow down when I was with him, like we were meant to spend these moments together.

I thought back to the party, the party that has changed and rocked our lives forever. We have certainly left our mark on Gravity Falls with our huge party rocking the forests of the small town. With Pacifica gone and moral returned to the hearts of the children, everything seemed to go back to normal. However nothing is normal here in Gravity Falls, and of course challenges didn't stop there.

After the party was over. Grunkle Stan came back furious with his monster truck completely wrecked. It turns out Pacifica rigged the monster truck to have a malfunctioning break. And thus, our great uncle crashes into the Mystery Shack, destroying the backside of the building. Luckily, our room was spared but half the kitchen and living room was in shambles. Grunkle Stan was in a total fit saying that he was so stupid. And this lead him to do something he never, ever did before...

He had to advertise...

Despite all the money we made it wasn't enough, turns out the cost to restore a forth of a 3 story building costs about 100,000 dollars. Grunkle Stan's mouth dropped so low, it could've dug a hole all the way to the other end of the earth. So we had to kiss our money good bye, and we were left with about 10,000 dollars in debt.

We weren't able to pay the other 10,000 to the construction workers, but Grunkle Stan was once old friends with the manager so he cut him a deal and said that he could pay it by the end of the month, but they'll halt the construction for the time being.

This is where the Shack went to over drive.

We worked from the morning till the moon rose from the ground. The past few days were agony, but we worked hard enough so that soon, this would all be over.

I held tightly onto Dippers hands and I closed my eyes. The image of him working so hard, playing act after act of being some weird creature that didn't exist just to trick people into taking pictures with him and surprisingly, people actually took the bait. However, it felt like it was demoralizing Dipper in so many ways. But we needed him because he played a huge part in our bills and for once, Grunkle Stan was serious about getting his job done instead of just being carefree.

I looked back at the clock and this time it read 6:45am, 15 minutes before the alarm was scheduled to go off...

The sun was almost at full rise and the beams were starting to get stronger, its light almost hitting against Dippers eyes.

I couldn't resist but to climb on Dipper's bed and lay down next to him. I was careful not to shake the bed and or to have to much contact with him in fear of waking him up. But I did however, manage to wrap a arm around his neck. I scooted a little closer to him until I could feel his steady breath against my neck. I shivered from the warmth and image of what it would be like if we were actually together.

I must look like a total creep but have you ever wanted something so bad, something that you wanted so bad and was in front of you but you couldn't get it?... Yeah thought so, how can you not resist the urge to touch and caress it?

I brushed away a strand of his hair and I stared at his closed eyes.

'I want to always be with you...' I thought to myself.

Without hesitation I leaned in slowly, my lips moving towards his. I didn't even tremble anymore as I've done this a countless number of times before. It has started to become a dangerous habit but I just couldn't help myself!

I was only a few centimeters away and I kept my aim steady.

'Just a small tap' I thought to myself, 'A small press and that's it...'

However, I began to slow down as I got closer and closer.

'Almost... There...!' I thought out loud.

I was there, not even a finger nail length away. But just when I was about to move forward to finish the job, there was a loud meow sound that screeched through the air. The sound continued to blare endlessly like a emergency alarm. It pierced my ears and my eyes shot up open as fast as a bullet. Dipper's eyes popped open like a shaken up champagne bottle, but his eyes were still out of focus. So when he looked at me, he rubbed his eyes and he said, "Mabel... What are you doing in my be-"

"GLITTER CANNON!" I yelled out loud.

"... What?"

I grabbed the glitter cannon out from underneath Dipper's bed and I aimed it directly at Dipper's face. And like always before I fired I yelled, "LONG LIVE KING WADDLES!"

At this point Dipper was now fully awake and like a deer realizing it was facing its inevitable death, his eyes shot out of his head. "MABEL WA-"

I fired with all I got and I screamed in fear. I kept firing until I heard the ole to familiar sound of the *click click click* coming from my cannon.

There was now a complete glob of a glitter man staring at me with eyes that still didn't seem amused.

"Mabel...?" The glitter man spoke.

I could do nothing but stare at him and just reply with a hesitating "Yeah...?"

Dipper's eyes looked up and down, inspecting his glitter covered body. "I call first di-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, first dibs for the shower I got ya!"

Dipper only nodded and waddled towards the exit. Finally when he was out of sight, I let out a sigh and I slumped down on his glitter ridden bed. But in the end I managed to put up a small smile as I looked out the triangle shaped window which beamed bright yellow sunlight against my face.

"Typical morning I guess..."

And with that, I skipped out of the room and headed to the bathroom, following close behind Dipper.

*, My Big Dipper ,*

After our showers we rushed downstairs to where half of our kitchen was still intact. Fortunately the refrigerator was spared, but we couldn't say to much for our dining table and half our counter. The stove was also demolished so we've been cooking our food in the microwave as well as on the grill (I guess that's a plus for getting a monster truck rammed into your house!).

I took out a loaf of bread and some Kiff Peanut Butter and placed it on top of an undamaged section of the kitchen counter that still lingered.

I grabbed a knife from a drawer and started walking towards our table, our well, our make shift table that is. We had to borrow one of the parks picnic benches in order to have a seat to eat breakfast. It was really weird because we borrowed it late at night from the park and Grunkle Stan didn't ask anyone... But he did leave an 'I O U' note so I guess it's all fine!

I reached the table and sat next to Dipper who placed down some plates. He pulled out the paper and went straight to reading the daily copy of "Gravity Falls Gossiper". I couldn't help but smile at him as I dipped the knife in rich peanut butter. Shortly after, Grunkle Stan came downstairs in his usual attire of boxers and a white undershirt.

Grunkle Stan scratched his butt as he moved towards the fridge. I let out a small laugh and went back to spreading some more peanut butter onto our toast. Shortly afterwards Grunkle Stan came and sat down with us holding a carton of milk and some glass cups.

Grunkle Stan let out a sigh while filling his glass with milk, "Just a little while longer kids and this will soon all be over!"

"Yeah! And this time it wasn't us destroying a chunk of the house!" I said laughing while pouring myself a glass of milk.

"Ugh don't remind me! At the moment I feel like the worst grunkle in history!"

"That's because you ARE the worst grunkle in history. Speaking of which, you probably ARE the only grunkle in history Grunkle Stan." Dipper said putting down his paper.

"Eh you're probably right but hey whatever! Cause you know why? That's because we're about half way there boys!"

We all cheered and shouted in happiness as our Grunkle Stan gave off the good news. He raised his glass of milk and hovered it above the table. "CHEERS TO US!"

We clinked our cups together and chugged our milk down. I then went to munching on my toast and pouring more milk into my cup.

"Ah yep, life's looking pretty good at the moment. Heck, I predict that we'll make more money after the bills are all paid up. At this rate we might be able to finish the debt off by today! And that's only IF we get lucky."

"Grunkle Stan, how do you know how to predict the income of money and profit? If you know how to do that you can get a better job and earn more money like say an accountant!"

"HA! Kid, sometimes in life it's not just about the money. Even though I do love money, it's better to find ways to make earning money FUN!"

"Wow, I never thought about it that way."

"Well kid, I hope you learned something today!" Grunkle Stan finished off his toast and looked at his watch. "Wow look at the time! Must've over slept or something cause it's just about time for the Shack to open! We got tourists coming along and we're booked! You kids got thirty minutes to finish breakfast and get dressed! And Dipper, your new man, dog, polar bear costume is in the dressing room!"

"Awww Grunkle Stan, can I do something that is NOT related to be wearing a costume? I seriously think I'm getting hook worm or something!"

Grunkle Stan gave him a glare, "Look kid, I'm sorry I'm being a little aggressive but you're just gonna have to deal with it. It helps you and it helps me, but most importantly it helps keep me alive. I'll treat you guys to dinner once this is all over. Heck, I'll give you guys vacation days if we earn enough money!"

Dipper and I gasped at each other and we smiled in delight.

"GRUNKLE STAN, CAN WE GO TO CANADA IF WE MAKE ENOUGH MONEY!?" I yelled out loud.

"Canada? Why in the world do you want to go there?"

"Because!" -I went up to his face and I pressed my nose against his- "It's the land of sugary goodness..."

I then took a bottle of maple syrup and I poured it into my mouth. Grunkle Stan let off an annoyed look and Dipper let out a small chuckle.

"We'll see about that kid, But for now, do me a big favor and just get dressed! Mabel, you're on cashier duty! Wendy and Soos should be here any minute now and I can't have them goofing off! We also got to start painting the sign on the Shack to attract more customers!"

"Grunkle Stan, how're we going to fit all this into our schedule?" Dipper said putting the dishes away into the sink.

"Well I'll just go and see, and remember kids, time is money!"

We watched Grunkle Stan as he disappeared behind the kitchen doors. Once the doors closed, I followed Dipper towards the costume room which was only a few rooms away from the gift shop (which is also our main lobby). As we continued to walk Dipper let out a small sigh and he crossed his arms together.

"You know, I'm getting a little sick and tired of this Mabel..."

I cocked my head, "What're you sick about? Are you feeling hot or something hot stuff!?"

I laughed and slapped my knee but Dipper didn't seem to pay attention to the flirtatious joke. "No I mean Grunkle Stan's attitude. He's so stressed, I mean, the least thing he can do is make my costume sanitary! Like, I bet he went to the forest, found a hairy rabid dog, wrestled it and skinned its fur alive!"

"Ahh come off it Dipper! He's just doing it to keep the Shack alive!"

"Yeah but seriously? Everyone has fallen under pressure especially Soos. He ran off crying last night because he got called Mr. Fat Man..."

"Yeah... That part was really sad, I mean, why would anyone call Soos that!?"

"I have no idea, but in my opinion I think we'd make better bosses then Grunkle Stan!"

I let out a raspberry, "I know I don't want to be boss! Must be a lot of work!"

"But still," We stopped in front of the lobby door, "If a boss only cares about work, what does it make his or her employees? It just demoralizes you, you know?"

I nodded my head and I hugged Dipper, "No worries bro, I'm pretty sure after this blows over we'll get better treatment."

"I doubt it... But thanks for reassuring me." Dipper said as he broke the embrace.

I smiled, "Alright bro, you better put on your costume quick before Grunkle Stan gets here!"

"Yep! I'll get right to it, and sis, do me a favor and don't push yourself to hard okay? Don't want you to burn out and fall asleep on the job you know?"

I nodded my head, "I'll watch out for that and don't worry. Like seriously, how much work could there possible be?"

*, My Big Dipper ,*

I stood behind the counter with my brain buzzing like a hive of bees and my hair sticking out in awkward and weird ways. I basked in the chaos around me as people talked loudly to one another and others yelling at me to take their money. I stared at the clock and it read 12:15p.m. I've only been working for a few hours, but to me it felt a lot longer then that. This was the third tour of the day and already they've been busting caps on our inventory. Occasionally Soos would run out and back into the lobby carrying a box of certain items that were either low or out of stock. Before Soos could even place a single item on the shelf, they would form a circle around him and attack the box viciously like animals.

Soos was panting heavily as he stopped for a second to whisper into my ear, "This is what the Orangoes would've wanted!"

And with that he rushed off back into the darkness of the hallway behind the staff door.

I was left speechless and wondering what the heck Orangoes were, but the thought was cut off when a women knocked a hand against the counter. I flinched and gave out a confused look, but I quickly re-oriented myself and I gave the customer a huge smile. "Welcome to the Mystery Shack ma'am! I assume you had a tour around this fine land of mystery?"

"Oh yes I have, it was such a grand tour! I've never seen anything like it, are those pictures really real!?"

I nodded my head, "Oh absolutely! Our Grunkle Stan was a pioneer for things that were out of the norm in his good old days!"

The lady laughed, "Oh that's just delightful!"

"Yep! So ma'am what would it be? We got a fine selection of items here ranging from premium Mystery Shack yo-yo's to our one and only werewolf fur jacket!"

I took a key and I turned it on a locked counter door. I took out a box from the counter to show her a fluffy gray jacket which felt like silk. I was even surprised by the quality of the jacket. I just expected the fur to feel like plastic!

The lady gasped at amazement and I laughed, "Yep, real werewolf fur!"

"Wow that's amazing! How much?"

I did some quick thinking and thought that since there must've been only one werewolf on the Earth along with werewolf's being popular ever since Wolfman Bare Chest came out I said, "250,000 dollars!"

The woman gasped and shook her head, "As much as I'd love to buy it, I don't have that kind of money on me at the moment."

I nodded, "It's understandable!"

"Well what else do you have?" She asked.

"Well we do have these magical eyeballs, they're the most popular in the shop!"

"Oh I've heard about those! They're the ones where if you shake it, the color of the eyes changes and gives you an answer right?"

I nodded, "That's exactly it!"

"Well then I'd like to buy one please!"

I ducked under the counter and I looked under a cabinet. In the cabinet was a glass jar containing a butt load of eyeballs. I reached inside and randomly picked a color, then popped right back up.

"Here you are ma'am!" I said giving her the eyeball. "One shiny, magical eyeball at your service!"

"Oh my, how did you know blue was my favorite color!?"

I leaned into her ear and whispered, "The eyeball told me..."

The woman gasped again, "Splendid! How much?"

"Only 15 dollars ma'am!"

She rummaged through her purse smiling, but then the smile faded away She rummaged a bit longer into her purse but still she didn't find what she was looking for.

"Oh sorry darling, it looks like I don't have enough money! I forgot to stash up at the atm before we got here!"

She began to close her purse and walk away but then she took a second glance at the eyeball. I looked at her but she just gave a sad look. I watched her go towards the exit of the Shack and I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach.

I looked at the line of customers waiting impatiently then I looked back at the lady who was walking away. I had to make a split second decision. Either give the women a free eyeball in front of all these people, or I can just forget about her.

"I um..." I started letting out a loud gulp.

"We're waiting young lady!" someone yelled at the back.

A customer came up front and placed his line of items on the counter and he gave me a smile but I couldn't really pay attention to him at the moment. I felt the window grow thinner and thinner as the seconds went by. What I needed was a distraction long enough to keep these customers off my back, but how?

That's when I heard the staff door open and out came Dipper in his man, dog, polar bear costume. "Hey Mabel, Grunkle Stan says that we-"

"BEHOLD!" I yelled pointing at Dipper.

The entire crowd turned their attention towards Dipper and they gasped in awe.

"The only living pre-treen dog polar bear in existence!" I announced. "Feel free to take pictures!"

And like the paparazzi, they all began taking out their phones and cameras like forks and knifes. They dived straight towards Dipper trying to get the best shots, leaving the line. I took this opportunity to excuse myself and go after the lady. I grabbed the eyeball and I dashed out of the door screaming "WAIT!"

The lady turned her head around with a gloomy look on her face, but when she saw the eyeball her face lit up.

I approached her, gasping a little bit from having to jog. "Here you are ma'am!"

I extended my hand with the glass eyeball and she took it with a surprised look on her face, "Is- Is this really for me?"

I nodded my head, "Yep! It's on the house and besides, we got plenty more where that came from! But just don't tell anyone okay?"

"Wow... I- I don't know what to say... Thank you so much...!"

"No problem, and you're welcome to come back anytime you want!"

I heard the shop door opening and a flood of satisfied tourists came out chattering loudly. I turned to the lady and she gave me a hand shake.

"I'll be sure to return, and um before I go what is your name?"

"The name's Mabel Pines!"

The lady nodded her head and patted my head, "Alright Mable, thanks for the eyeball. I'll be sure to remember you!"

The stream of tourists approached a tour bus and the bus driver honked his horn loudly. The lady flinched and diverted her attention to the bus.

"Oh I better get going! The tours on a tight schedule and I don't want to miss out!"

"Awww okay but just a quick note, the eyeball NEVER lies!" I said giving her small wink.

I watched the lady go as she waved her hand good bye. I waved back in response and smiled until the bus doors closed and it drove away, leaving only a cloud of dust in its wake. When the dust cleared the parking lot was empty, and I was left to stand alone in the middle of the dirt parking lot.

'It feels good to be nice.' I thought to myself.

"WHAT!?"

I turned around to the sound of the voice and all I could see was a card board figure of Grunkle Stan.

"Oh my God... I didn't know the Shack had a talking figure of Grunkle Stan!"

The figure stood still for a second before it shifted a little to the left, and immediately the smiling figure of Grunkle Stan moved to reveal a furious, more angry Grunkle Stan.

I gasped again, "Oh my falls... Boardception..."

"No you idiot, I'm the real Grunkle Stan! And what the heck do you think you're doing!?"

"I'm doing business!" I yelled.

Grunkle Stan sighed and started walking towards the Shack, beaconing me to follow. "Listen kid, you don't make money by giving stuff away. From now on, you're off of register duty!"

We entered the Shack and I felt my lip quiver, "But-but-"

"No buts but yours out of the counter. You'll be switching jobs with Soos so I want you to bring some more merchandise from the basement alright? And so shut your yapping and get to work!"

"Grunkle Stan, whatever happened to the words please and thank you hmm? Oh wait!" -I took out a bag of stickers- "Here they are!"

I grabbed some of the stickers and I placed them on Grunkle Stan's face, "Plop, plop!" I giggled.

Grunkle Stan let out a grunt and took off one of the stickers. "Please never made me any money kid. In fact, just saying the words gives me a burning sensation..."

Soos came into the door with a box of toys and while he walked past Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Stan placed the last sticker onto Soos's back.

Just then came in an angry Dipper now wearing his torn man, dog, polar bear costume. He looked at me with furry and I let out a nervous laugh. He turned his attention back towards Grunkle Stan and they both shared angry looks.

"They look like twins..." I whispered to myself.

"Grunkle Stan...?"

"Dipper...?"

They both stayed silent for a minute until Dipper finally spoke. "Grunkle Stan, why do I need to keep wearing these costumes? I think I have a major case of hook worm or something..."

Grunkle Stan just laughed, "Yep! A little dog hair and polar bear hair will do that!"

"You have all these dumb fake exhibits in the Shack, meanwhile I've seen ACTUAL amazing things in the forest everyday! What if you hunted down a real attraction instead of lying to people for a living?"

"And you should be nicer to your employees too!" I piped in.

Dipper and I both high fived in agreement while Grunkle Stan just sighed.

"Look, you guys got any problems with how I run the Shack then take it to the complaints department... Zing! Heh, heh, heh!" Grunkle Stan lifted up the trash bin and shoved it at our faces.

I looked at the trash bin and I took out a pen and a piece of paper. "I'm going to write them such a letter..."

As I started writing Dipper just gave me a dumb look and face palmed himself.

Grunkle Stan looked at his watch and smiled, "Well it looks like we got a few hours before the next batch of tourists arrive! So if you guys have time to talk to me, then you got time to work!"

"Aww but Grunkle Stan we didn't even eat lunch yet!"

"We don't have time for lunch! You guys can take a lunch break after you all help repaint the sign for the Shack, and I don't want a single drop of paint to go to waste!"

We all let out murmur of disappointment.

"No murmurs of disappointment kids! Now Dipper I want you to get out of that costume and head over to the bathroom where Wendy is. After you get her, head towards the roof and paint the sign. The paint and brushes should be up there."

Dipper just walked off and disappeared behind the staff door that lead to the hallway.

I looked at Grunkle Stan, "And what do I do?"

"You have to bring a box of clothes from the basement! It should be at the far end of the that dusty place."

"Okay! But can Soos help me?"

"I don't think so, Soos needs some lighter work since he's been carrying boxes all day. So that's why I'm making him paint! It's just a single box kid, are you weak or something?"

"I'm not weak!" I said giving Grunkle Stan an annoyed look."

"Oh yeah, you're so weak because you're a girl! I'm sorry, I'll call Soos up!"

"Grunkle Stan that's sexist!"

"So you're gonna get the box or what kid?"

I stomped my foot on the ground and I headed out towards the staff door. I made a left towards the dimly lit hallway. I felt a shiver run up my spine but I kept walking. Just when I was half way through with the hallway I heard Grunkle Stan shout out, "And Mabel don't be snooping around in the basement for to long! You might hear voices or something! By the way, if you see something crawling on the floor it's just the raccoon! The stupid thing won't leave!"

I just sighed and I continued to walk down the hallway. The hallway was very dim because the only available light was from the stained glass window at the end of the hallway. It refracted different colors, blending them together making a transition. As I got closer, the colors got brighter from lets say from dark orange to light orange. There was small specks of dust flying past me as I continued to walk towards the end of the long hallway, and when I got to the end I was able to make out what the picture of the stained glass was. It was a picture of a sad lady, floating a few inches off the bottom of the glass with her legs curled. Her body curled slightly and her cupped hands holding a bow tie. In the center of the bow tie laid a emerald with a yellow eye inside. This shot out a strong green light that cut through all the other colors surrounding the stained glass. I've never been down here in this hallway before since I had no use for it, but something about this stained glass gave me the creeps...

I touched the glass and I looked at it with a frown. "Why would Grunkle Stan have such a expensive looking piece of art in the Shack...?"

'Mabel...'

I turned around quickly at the sound of my voice. I stared down the hall way but only saw it being empty besides some pictures hanging on the walls. Again I let my eyebrows furrow in confusion. I looked to my left and finally, I saw a door. It looked pretty old and musty with some of the painting chipping in some places.

I grabbed the knob of the door and I twisted it all the way, and a sudden breeze of cool air pressed against my skin when the door was completely open.

I stared down towards the worn wooden steps of the basement and a musty smell penetrated my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose a little bit and I proceeded down the steps. Every step I made created a very loud creek that echoed throughout the entire basement. The echoing penetrated the silence of the dusty old basement, and when I reached the bottom of the steps, all became silent once again.

I stared through the dark, trying to let my eyes adjust.

For a basement, it was pretty big. It had a lot of stuff though like old figures, card board boxes, books, toys, and some merchandise that looked to be ancient. There were also some paintings on the walls of the basement and some that were just leaning against boxes for support. I gotta admit, Grunkle Stan made the basement look pretty creepy...

I started down towards the far end of the basement where Grunkle Stan said the box should be. But as I went deeper and deeper I could feel the darkness begin to engulf me. I was no baby to be afraid of the dark, but this was just a little to much...

I tried to focus on my destination which was the box of clothes or whatever they were on the far side of the wall. But I just couldn't focus! I turned my head both ways, and the paintings began to move, or, I think they did? Their eyes followed me. Some grinning, some smiling devilishly, and others looking at me with vague expressions plastered on their faces.

The frames seemed to shift and move, the pictures began to appear as if they were real living people trapped in a picture frame. A cold wind blew behind me and I turned around quickly, expecting to see something but all I saw was the darkness.

I crept backwards slowly, then quickened my pace to my destination. I finally approached the box which was sitting on the wall. I released a sigh of relief and I bent over to pick up the box. But as I did so, I noticed something off. I looked at the wall in front of me and even though it was dark, a faint shadow was visible. Sure my shadow was there, but I saw something else pop over my shoulders. This shadow was darker, sticking out like a painting on a wall.

'Mabel...' I heard the voice say.

I turned around with lightning fast speed but once again, all I saw was darkness.

I decided that I wasn't going to stay in this basement for much longer, I knew something was here. Something was watching me and I didn't know what it was but it scared the jeebers out of me.

I quickly picked up the box and when I stood up, a faint green glow appeared from one of the dusty shelves above the box. I stared at it and I reached my arm out to touch it, but I backed away as the light exploded, reaching the ceiling with a sickening, sinister green.

'Mabel...' The voice said again.

I didn't hesitate to turn around and run towards the basement door. I quit paying attention to the paintings, I quit paying attention to the creepy noises around me. But there was just one voice that kept penetrating my mind.

'Mabel... Mabel...!' The voice kept whispered louder this time.

I shook my head as I began running faster, and faster towards the basement exit. I reached the stairs and I didn't dare look back. I ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. I flung the box out of the basement and I reached for the door. I slammed it behind me with all my might, and I felt a cold wind blow through the keyhole.

'Mabel...!'

The name echoed like a voice in a damp cave. I closed my eyes and I allowed myself to relax.

'THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!'

I flinched away as the door rattled violently and a frustrated voice vibrated in the air. I quickly grabbed the worn out box and I rushed down the hall. The further I was from the basement door, the less sinister the atmosphere became. But even when I got to the gift shop I could still hear the voice, calling out my name.

'Mabel... Mabel...'

I stopped in front of the gift shop door and I looked down the hallway. The place looked as if nothing even happened. The door stopped rattling, the specks of dust continued to float around, and the colors from the stained glass continued to shimmer and shine. I looked at the stained glass and I saw the women smiling. I could've sworn it had an unhappy look on her face...!

I shook my head violently, 'Okay Mabel get a hold of yourself... It was just your imagination...'

And as I closed the door behind me all was quiet and still for a few moments, as if time was trying to recollect itself. But as I walked away, I could hear a voice, a faint voice whispering, 'Mabel... Mabel... Boss Mabel...'

With that the voice went completely silent. I didn't dare ponder on the thought of what the heck just happened at the basement. Yeah I see creepier stuff in the woods, but that was underground! If I was trapped in there I would be a goner with that thing looking for me.

I headed towards the roof after placing down the box of goods behind the counter. Then I headed towards the roof where the entire crew was busy painting, chattering loudly as they did so.

"Oh look, it's Mabel!" Dipper said pointing at me.

I blushed a bit from him attention, "Hey guys..."

"Mabel you okay?" Wendy asked putting down her paintbrush.

I sighed, "Yeah, just a little shaken up I guess."

"Did you go down to the basement?" Asked Soos.

"Yeah... Just remind me to never go down there again, it feels like somethings watching me or... I don't even know, just don't go down there guys it's like a nightmare come true!"

"Well whatever it is, it can't be as bad of a nightmare as this." Dipper said pointing at the partially glittered sign. "At this rate we'll be done by sundown..."

Everyone let out a groan.

Wendy picked up a paintbrush and offered it to me. I accepted it and I stood between Dipper and her. I was a little surprised to see that he didn't protest when I got between them but maybe it's because he was focused on his work?

Before I could get very far on the train of thought Wendy decided to continue on spiking the conversation. "I really hope Grunkle Stan pays us over time or something for the amount of work we've been doing."

Soos dipped his brush into the paint bucket, "Eh, I don't really mind!"

"That's cause you DON'T get paid you little bucket head. Besides, it just goes to show how much of a nice person you are."

"Well you know I am a nice person. But I can't say that for Grunkle Stan sometimes..."

"Wow you're going to talk smack about Grunkle Stan behind his back? I'm surprised Soos, maybe you really do have a fierce side inside that lumpy heart of yours!"

I leaned into Dipper's ear and I whispered, "This is going to be good..."

"Well I don't like talking smack behind peoples backs but you have to promise not to tell Grunkle Stan okay?"

We all nodded and Soos sighed, "Well you see, I had a suggestion to help improve the Shack once. I had this idea where I could be like, the Mystery Shack's mascot."

Soos took out a sheet of paper from his pocket and unfolded it to reveal a child like drawing of a man in a question mark costume. "Questiony the Question Mark! Ask people questions, you know, do the question dance..."

"That's sounds amazing and cute!" I said.

The entire group murmured and nodded their heads in agreement.

"Yeah well," Soos looked at the drawing with a saddened face, "Stan said I couldn't handle it..."

We all looked at Soos with dumb looks on our faces. How in the world would Grunkle Stan say no to Soos of all people...!?

Soos stared at us, confused. "What's the matter guys? I'm sorry if I offended you or something... Did I say something stupid or-"

"HE SAID WHAT!?" Wendy and I yelled.

"Hey guys it's no big deal! I'm not business owner so I have no right to protest on how much profit we can make with-"

"That's not the point Soos, you offered an idea and you've been working here at the Shack for a long time. You've been here even before I got hired two years ago!" Wendy shouted in surprise.

"Yeah! You really do deserve a promotion Soos! If the very least Grunkle Stan could take the idea into account!" I replied.

"Soos, maybe you should go up to Grunkle Stan and rough him up a bit. You ARE the most valued employee." Dipper said.

We all nodded in agreement but Soos just rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know guys, I've been with Grunkle Stan for a long time and let me tell ya he has no soft spot when it comes to business. The last guy who did that got fired on the spot!"

"Soos if you want, I can go down there for you." Wendy offered.

"Nah, I don't want you to lose your job."

I jumped in, "Then maybe I can talk to him? I can't get fired, and if he kicks me out of the Shack I can just call in 911 and say that he does child abuse!"

Dipper folded his arms, "Wow, that's pretty extreme."

"You'll really do that for me!?" Soos said clasping his hands together.

I nodded, "Sure! What are friends for?"

A tear appeared out of the corner of his eye and he gave Mabel a hug. "Oh thanks Mabes, you really are the best!"

I giggled as he put me down, "It's alright, it'll be quick I promise!"

*, My Big Dipper ,*

As I stood outside of Grunkle Stan's office I drew in a deep breath, then released it slowly. I promised myself that I wasn't going to lash out in anger and I was collecting my mind, forming phrases and sentences in order to brace myself for whatever was going to come my way.

'Keep your cool Mabel, you got this!' I thought to myself.

I raised my fist up high, and instead of gently knocking, I slammed my fist right on the door multiple times. I kept on knocking, and knocking, and knocking. But there was no answer!

I stepped back and this time, I rushed towards the door and raised my feet up in the air.

That's when the door opened, "What is it-"

I felt my feet come in contact with Grunkle Stan's nose and I saw him tumble and fall down behind his desk. I landed on my feet and I stared at the desk, wondering if Grunkle Stan was dead or not...

"Oops!" I said rushing towards the desk.

"Grunkle Stan!?" I said rushing towards his limped body behind the desk. "Are you dead or alive!?"

For a second there was silence, then a rough voice boomed. "Well I'm alive but someone's going to be dead real soon!"

I backed away as Grunkle Stan rose from the floor like a demon from the depths of hell. He stared at me with burning eyes of fire and his teeth seemed to grow pointy. I looked left and right, feeling a little bit awkward. But thankfully Grunkle Stan sat down on his chair and settled down, calming himself while drinking some coffee from his mug.

"So, what exactly is so important that you have to knock on my door like a ape monkey, and then land a kick on my face?"

I sat down on a chair in front of him and I gave him a angry stare, "Grunkle Stan you've gone to far this time! Did you seriously tell Soos not to follow his hopes and dreams because he couldn't handle it!?"

Grunkle Stan sighed and rubbed his throbbing nose, "Look kid, let me break it down for ya! Being a boss is about commanding respect! If you give people everything they ask for they'll walk all over ya!"

"No way! I bet you'd make way more money being nice then being a big grumpy, grump to everyone all the time!"

Grunkle Stan let out a laugh, "You think you know more about business then I do? You think you can wear my hat!?"

"YEAH! Cause I give people respect, and glitter stickers!" I pulled out a sticker and I slapped it on my face just to prove my point.

"Ha! I'd make more money on vacation then you would running this place!"

"Then why don't you go on vacation?"

Grunkle Stan paused for a moment, then leaned back on his chair rubbing his chin. "Interesting... Alright, I'm a wagering man... And since the debt is almost paid off I might as well see if a relative of mine could be a business owner like me! Here's the deal, three days, 72 hours..."

Grunkle Stan clicked a button on his digital alarm clock and changed it to a timer. He clicked another few buttons and immediately the timer was set to 72:00.

Grunkle Stan looked up and pointed at me, "You run the Shack and I'll go on vacation. If you make more money then me, then I guess you're right about the way I run my business! But, if you lose then you uh-" Grunkle Stan rummaged around underneath his desk and pulled up a gray shirt and a marker "-you have to wear this loser shirt for the rest of the summer!"

I was taken aback from the horrible fashion choice but I regained my composure. "Fine, but if I win then I get to be the boss for the rest of the summer! Plus, you have to sing an apologizing song with lyrics written by me! Mabel..."

"Oh ho! You got yourself a deal missy!" Grunkle Stan barked getting up from his seat.

"No, you got YOURSELF a deal!" I yelled back.

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

"Deal!" Grunkle Stan said slamming his fist on the table.

I slammed my fist down as well, "DEAL!"

We stopped and glared at each other for a few seconds. But then I slapped a heart sticker on his nose and I narrowed my eyes even further, daring him to continue this babble.

"Deal..."

Grunkle Stan sat back on his chair and grinned, "I hope you know what you're doing."

"Of course I know what I'm doing! I always know what I'm doing!"

Grunkle Stan laughed, "Yeah sure, I have a feeling you're gonna find a way to cheat."

"No I'm not!" I yelled, "I never cheat!"

"Whatever kid, when I come back and I ask you if you cheated or not and I hear your answer, I better not smell any cheating cologne on you!" He said taking off the sticker on his nose.

"I won't, besides, how the heck are you going to make money on vacation anyway?"

Grunkle Stan zipped his mouth, "That's my little secret."

I huffed and I got out of my seat. I headed towards the door and just when I opened it, Grunkle Stan stopped me.

"Kid just for a note to myself, when you went down into the basement did something like- glow or... Whatever?"

I paused for a moment, and I could've sworn that I saw a moving shadow down in one of the corridors. I heard a whisper in my ear crying out, 'Mabel... Mabel... Boss Mabel...'

I stared off for a minute, then shook my head trying to get the dark feeling out of my head.

"I saw nothing Grunkle Stan, absolutely nothing..."

And with that I closed the door and walked down the corridors. Even though it was brightly lit, I couldn't shake off this cold feeling on my shoulders. I just shrugged and I continued to walk away. But as I turned my attention to the subject of beating Grunkle Stan, how exactly was I going to beat him?

'Mabel... Mabel... Boss Mabel...'

"Yeah... I'll be the greatest boss, you'll see."

And with that the voice went silent, and the only sound I could hear were the creaking of the floor boards as I continued to walk down these lonely corridors.

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A/N:

Wow, finally finished the chapter! I'm surprised how much I wrote and I'm happy that it's done before Christmas! This is my little gift to you guys and I finally managed to get some time on my hands to give this piece to you! Hopefully this chapter will live up to the last segment and I know this didn't have much of a Dipper and Mabel pairing but I promise, there'll be much more of that in the next few chapter... Laughing evilly

But all jokes aside it was very fun writing this piece and I give credit to some of the amazing works by users in deviantart for inspiring me to make this chapter! I'm not sure when the next chapter will come out but I promise it WILL come out sometime next year.

And as always, thank you to you readers for sticking beside me!

(P.S. I'm sorry if there are any sentence or spelling errors. I'm working on this by myself so yeah, sorry about that!)