My favourite chapter by far. I guess I should also say this a back-up story because I'm very busy.
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Five days...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.
Watch your back.
Because with those stubby arms,
there's no way you can reach it.
Being a wafer-thin dream-demon had it's benefits. One bow tie fit all, he could slip under a door if it was locked, and he was always ready for homecoming prom! Not that he ever had a date. Or went to high school and thus had to go to a homecoming dance... Sometimes it felt like he was missing out on something with this triangular dream-demon form of his... He had always wanted to crash a party after all. Maybe spike the punch too. One day he would be crowned prom king, one day...
Gideon Gleeful on the other hand. The kid was so tubby that he might be related to the fat one! Actually, that wouldn't be surprising now that he thought about it. But, on the marshmallow-like matter at hand, Gideon was an extremely chubby human boy who could've gone to a prom if he chose to do so. It didn't matter that he was barely ten years old, he was famous! He could've gone to a high school dance, done something horrible to the drinks and remain completely unscathed!
And what did the brat do? Try to take over the world!
What kinda' kid wanted to take over the world anyways? He should've been off chasing the ice cream truck, or losing weight! But instead the little ball of hairspray was hell-bent on taking over the world. And what was with his creepy fascination on making Stan's great-niece his queen?! What was he a gnome or something?!
Kid had issues!
It wasn't even like Mabel was attractive! All the girl did was cause havoc, destroy things and... Well maybe he could see why Gideon might be attracted to her. But that was besides the point!
How was it that a kid who might be mistaken for a prize-winning hog was the owner of a journal? And how was it that he thought he could just address him like he was the idiot?! The kid didn't even know that there were three journals! Maybe all that hairspray he had inhaled had turned his brain into solid aerosol. It would make a lot more sense after all.
Sure that deal was terrible, and more unstable than a house of cards built on Mount Everest during monsoon season as someone played the bagpipes to distract the person stacking the cards so they could win a bet. Not that he ever had any experience with that, and had lost the bet and which meant he then had to return Abraham Lincoln's hat back to his body and find his own top hat.
He knew what he was getting in to, making a monumentally stupid deal. But that little brat just seemed to get on his nerves to easily! He liked to consider himself a laid-back guy who was unphased by the actions of most humans, but there were always those select few who seemed to be able to bother him without even really trying.
And not to forget, Gideon's hands were seriously gross and sweaty. The first thing he did after sneaking in to Stan's mind was wash his hand with as much bleach and steel wool possible. Except he could still feel that disgusting, moist sweat that clung to his stubby little toad fingers...
Ugh, Gideon used waaay too much moisturizer...