Hello there! This is Day 8, and the last day of WenDip week! This prompt was "Wildcard", and as such, I have brought in my love for the artist KoetheKoethe. In my head canon, Dipper enjoys whatever music. Some he won't understand, some he ignores the meaning behind it because it's a good song, some he understands. In the future, if I update any of these stories, this will be the first one I change. Here's the story!

Music being played in the Mystery Shack was a rarity. During work time, it almost never occurred. Stan used the excuse that it would cost too much.

Looking back, that was a good thing, music not being played.

Straight Blanchin', Death in the Bottomless Pit, Wrong Stan Song, it was all utter crap. All on repeat. For the entire day. It really brought what appeared to be Stan's taste in music. Either that or he just couldn't be bothered to get some proper music. Dipper and Wendy hoped it was the latter.

"Hell, I have a better taste in music!"

"With crap like that, Nickelback probably has better taste in music."

"Yeah."

Dipper fell back against the wall, his brain thinking of something to talk about, before realizing something."Hey, I don't have a bad taste in music!"

"I Am, Jumper, Siren, Bad News of Three, Take it All Back, all by the same guy.. You seem to like this subtext of death. Basically every song on your phone apart from Disco Girl is talking about this stuff!"

"Hey, they are good songs! Not sure why they were made, though. And it's not like you're tastes are better!"

"Soos! My phone please, in the drawer next to the sink. And at your age, Dip, you don't want to know why some of those songs were made."

"I'm old enough!"

"No you're not. TRUST me."

Time passed. The end of the world came and went. As the sun rose on the Pines' last day in Gravity Falls, Dipper saw a note on his bedside table, with the words "Look in the marked room" written on it. Dipper got up from his bed.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock continued ticking. The plane wall the clock stood by remained untouched for what seemed like three decades, the room filled with random junk from of Stanford Pines' research days. The door slowly creaked open by the sweaty, nervous child Dipper Pines. He glanced in this room, and took a hesitant step in. The room wasn't booby-trapped. This wasn't any of the evil people he knew. He looked around the room, wondering what could possibly be here that forces his attention to be dragged from sleep. He eventually left the room.

As the sun set on the Pines' last day in Gravity Falls before high school, Wendy entered the mystery shack with a sigh and face full of colour, and collapsed against the door. On the counter, half asleep, lay DIpper, confused mutterings about "That note" escaping his mouth.

"Dipper? You OK?" wendy asked.

Dipper abruptly awoke from whatever state he was in to the sound of Wendy's voice.

"Huh?"

"You ok dude?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Confused, but fine."

"Why's that?"

"Got this note earlier today, about this room where something should have been in it. Couldn't see it though.

"What room?"

"Upstairs, first right, straight ahead of you."

Wendy got up and went up to that room.

She entered the creaky room, and glanced around. At once, she saw the CD and the note next to it. The note simply read "For you". It did not reveal who put it there OR who it was intended for. Wendy picked up the CD and returned downstairs. "Dipper? Is this yours?"

"What?"

"This." She showed him the CD.

"No.? Why do you ask?"

"It was in the room."

"I never saw that in there. DId you put it there?"
"No. You?"
"I didn't."

"What was it doing there then?"

"I dunno. Probably being sent to me."

"Maybe. Let's listen."

Music started playing on the Shack's rushed speaker system.

Dipper recognized the voice, but couldn't work out where it was from.

As the music continued, the pair realized how much the song related to them. From going through hard times in Weirdmaggedon, to the sacrifices they would make for each other, to how they would occationally stare at each other awkwardly. This song, ironically or not, intentional or not, represented them.

"Dipper?"

"Yeah?"

The song ended.

"Could this... work?"

Meanwhile…

"MATCH MADE!"
"So you finally got those two lovebirds together. Thank God."

Dipper sat on the bus, exhasted and wishing to sleep. He started to think of the events in Gravity Falls, and felt nostalgic despite being there only 25 minutes earlier. He took the letter that he had in his hand and opened it.

"See you next summer"

Dipper grinned.

For context, the song mentioned is Price by KoetheKoethe. I would recommend listening to his work after playing the game Life is Strange, the game I will make my next fanfiction on.