Author's Note: I'm not sure exactly how the interior of the Mystery Shack is supposed to look. I looked up some images and kind of went off of that. I'm also not sure if the shack has two or three floors. Let me know how close I am or if I need to change something.

Thank you.

Chapter 2: Night at the Shack

When the Mystery Inc. gang entered the shack, there were a few people cruising around the gift shop. Wendy was actually working, ringing up customers at the register. Her mouth curved up into a smirk, the most polite smile she could muster at the moment. Scooby looked over the items on the countertop, snow globes, key chains and a jar of eyeballs.

"Rikes!" he yelled and jumped back.

"What's wrong Scoob?" Shaggy asked.

"Ryes!" he said pointing at the jar.

Shaggy looked at the jar. "Zoinks! A-are t-those real eyes?"

"Come on Shaggy," Velma said in her usual skeptical tone. "We already went over this. All of this stuff is fake."

At that moment, Soos walked into the gift shop from outside with a small group of people who just took the tour.

"And now, if you'll direct your attention to the Mystery Sack. Just put your money in and watch it disappear." The people laughed and a few put in a couple of dollars. They went on to look around the shop.

"Huh, I guess this gimmick is a hit and miss," he said to himself. He suddenly noticed the Mystery Inc. gang. "Hey Dudes! You came back! Lookin' for some knickknacks?" he asked.

"I was looking at these key chains," Shaggy said, holding one in his hand. "But something doesn't seem right." He looked at the faded, cheap paint that read, 'The Mistory Shak.' Fred leaned close to Shaggy.

"Don't waste your money, Shag," he whispered. "This place is such a tourist trap."

"Like, are you Dudes still lookin' for a place to stay?" Soos asked.

Fred sighed. "Yeah, unfortunately the one Inn in this town isn't running."

"Oh, I see. Well, let me show you the rooms we have here." He walked towards the door leading into the house. Suddenly, he stopped at the vending machine. He looked over the 'Out of Order' sign on the glass door. "I wonder if it's safe to take this off," he muttered to himself.

"Hey, like, you have snacks here!" Shaggy asked.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Seriously Shaggy? We just ate."

"Does it really surprise you anymore, Daph?" Fred asked.

Soos ripped off the sign with one quick jerk. "Yeah Dude." He turned and gave Shaggy a handful of quarters. "On the house, you know, since you're staying here and all."

"Like thanks man," Shaggy said as he put the quarters into the machine.

"Um, I'm not sure if we're staying or not," Fred said to Soos.

"How about we see these rooms first," Velma suggested.

"Yep! Right away!"Soos answered.

Soos took the gang into the living room, through the foyer and into the short hallway into another room. Two twin beds sat by the opposite wall, with a nightstand between them.

"Oh, this isn't bad," Velma said.

"Yeah, it's alright," Daphne agreed.

"Okay, then you two can stay here," Soos said.

Soos led the guys and Scooby up the stairs. "We got a couple of rooms up here, but one of them is mine and the other one is my Grandma's," Soos said.

"Then, like, where are we going to sleep?" Shaggy asked.

Soos stopped in mid-step. "Good questions, Dude." He put his hand on his chin, "Hmmm— I know!" Soos took them to the end of the hall where he pulled down a ladder. Fred, Shaggy and Scooby exchanged questionable glances.

"This way, follow me," Soos said as he climbed up to the third floor.

The third floor was the attic. Soos hit the switch, but the light didn't work. He grabbed a stepladder and a light bulb and swopped the bad bulb for the good one.

"There we go. You two can be up here with your dog. You'll get a great view through the window there." The trio looked around. Notepads lay next to one bed and colorful pictures lay on the floor by the other bed. Along the same wall was a food dish with the name Waddles on it.

"This room was being used by my boss' grandniece and nephew last summer. Come to think of it, Summer Vacation is vastly approaching. I wonder when they're coming back."

Shaggy and Scooby went over to check out the closet. It was almost empty except for a few brightly colored sweaters, a green one with an ax on it, a yellow one with a pink tiger and the last one had a llama on it."

"Oh, Mabel left those behind?" He hadn't been up there since the kids left. He looked at the one with the tiger on it. "Oh, I remember now, I wore this sweater last summer."

"Really? I didn't think it would be your thing, man," Shaggy said.

"Usually no, but Mabel went through the trouble to make everyone sweaters so we would be warm during the uh—incident."

"What incident?" Shaggy asked.

"Oh, I mean—it's just an expression—nothing happened last year—nothing at all—" Soos shifted his eyes around trying to avoid any further discussion. Scooby gazed out the triangular shaped window. The sun set on the hilltops as the sky filled with red and violet hues. Shaggy joined Scooby by the window.

"See Scoob, this will be a peaceful visit. There's nothing to worry about in a town like this. No ghosts or monsters."

"You guys run into scary stuff a lot?" Soos asked.

"Boy, do we!" Shaggy responded. "Like that's all we ever do."

"Actually, we solve mysteries and the ghosts and or monsters turn out to be someone in a mask trying to scare people away," Fred explained.

"Whoa, that's really wacked. Why would anyone do that?" Soos asked.

"There are two basic types of criminals we've found, those who want to find some sort of treasure or someone who wants the land so they can mine for oil," Fred continued.

Soos stared wide-eyed at the three. "Wow! Have you guys ever fought a god like being from another dimension?"

"No, not really," Fred responded.

"Oh, then you haven't really fought an ultimate foe yet because last year— Oh, I'm doing it again. I'd better leave before I say some more stuff I'm not supposed to." Soos hurried down the ladder.

"Uh, does something seem off about Soos?" Shaggy wondered.

"Yes, definitely. But, we have a place to stay at least for tonight," Fred answered.

"I like, thought we were staying in Gravity Falls for a few days or something," Shaggy said.

"We'll see how it goes," Fred responded. "I guess for now, let's unpack our stuff then we can see how the girls are doing."

Downstairs, everyone regrouped. The shop was closed and a rush of calmness settled on the shack.

"So, what now?" Daphne wondered.

"Like, maybe we can get some dinner," Shaggy suggested.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Fred responded.

Suddenly, the scent of peppers, steak and spices filled the air. Both Shaggy and Scooby put their noses into the air and sniffed. Without a word, the two ran for the kitchen. They stuck their heads inside to see Soos cooking over the stove. Their mouths dropped open with their tongues falling on the floor.

"Like, what are you making, man?" Shaggy asked. Soos turned around.

"Oh, hey, I'm making fajitas," he said. "It'll be ready in a moment, Dudes."

The other three walked into the kitchen. "Oh, that does smell good," Daphne remarked. Shaggy and Scooby grabbed a seat at the table, each holding a knife and fork. "Like, we're ready!"

"Reah! Ready!" Scooby said with his tongue out.

Soos' grandma, Abuelita walked into the kitchen. "It's nice to have guests," she said. Then she saw Scooby at the table. "No! No! Doggie eats on the floor!"

"Huh?" Scooby raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Like, Scooby doesn't do the whole dog thing. He eats with us," Shaggy explained.

"I think he's a special, enchanted talking dog, " Soos told his grandma.

"On the floor!" she insisted. "I don't want dog fur on the table." The ninety-year-old woman took a wooden spoon and smack Scooby on the top of the nose. "Go to floor!" she ordered.

"Ow!" Scooby yelled and grabbed his nose.

"Sorry, my grandma's pretty stuck in her ways," Soos said.

"Scooby, maybe you should listen for now," Fred suggested.

"But—" Scooby tried to understand why he had to eat on the floor when he was aloud to eat like everyone else at the diner.

"Like, how about if I eat on the floor with you, Scoob?" Shaggy asked.

Scooby thought for a moment. "Rokay," she responded.

After dinner, Soos and his grandma were in the living room. Soos sat on the couch with his grandma, leaving the yellow chair unoccupied. Shaggy and Scooby peeked their head inside.

"Hey, watching some TV?" he asked.

"Shhh! We're watching Ducktective. This is an intense part," Soos answered. Shaggy and Scooby looked at the white duck wearing a Sherlock Homes hat, talking to a man dressed in a constable uniform. They listened as the man asked questions and the duck just gave out a bunch of "quacks."

"This looks like one of those shows where you need to watch from the first episode to understand what's going on," Shaggy said. He approached the yellow chair and began to sit.

"Don't sit there!" Soos yelled suddenly. Shaggy stopped in mid-sit and turned with wide-eyes to Soos. "Sorry, that's Mr. Pines' chair. I promised him I would take care of it until he got back."

"Oh," Shaggy said. He sat next to Soos on the couch with Scooby on the floor in front of him.

After the show was over, Shaggy turned to Soos, "So, like this duck has a twin brother and they switched places, and no one knew for like a year? It's like the kind of thing that doesn't happen in real life,"

"Oh trust me, it happens more than you think," Soos answered.

Shaggy stretched his arms. "Like, I wonder what the gang is doing. I'm pretty tired."

"Okay. We'll see you in the morning," Soos said.

Shaggy and Scooby walked out of the living room. The door to the girl's room was closed.

"Guess they went to bed. Fred's probably upstairs." Shaggy headed towards the staircase.

"Rwait! Ri'm rungry," Scooby said. "Row about rome snacks?"

"Oh right. Like, from the vending machine," Shaggy said.

Shaggy put a hand on the door into the shack and turned the knob. The door opened. To the right was the vending machine.

"Oh boy!" he practically yelled.

Shaggy put in some quarters and hit a few buttons. The machine sent down a bag of chips. "Like, I wonder if I hit more buttons, if I'll get more snacks?" Scooby raised an eyebrow as if to say that it wouldn't work. "You don't believe I can get multiple snacks at once?"

"Uh-uh," Scooby shook his head.

"Okay, I will take on your challenge."

Shaggy put in a few more quarters and pushed a bunch of buttons. The lit buttons formed the letter C, then suddenly...the whole front of the machine opened revealing a descending staircase.

"Uh, okay. I wasn't expecting that," Shaggy said. "Should we check it out?"

Scooby ran behind the counter. He hunched down, quivering and whimpering.

"Come on Scoob, what's the worst things that could be down there?" Shaggy tried to coaxed his best friend.

"Ronsters and rhosts and spriders! Ryuck!"

"Yikes, you might be right. Maybe we should get the rest of the gang first."

Suddenly, footsteps came from the house towards the shop. Shaggy peeked around the corner to see Soos walking their way.

"Uh-oh! Come on Scooby!" He grabbed the hound and raced through the passageway. He shut the vending machine door just as Soos walked into the room.

"Hello?" he called. His eyes scanned the room. "Hm, I guess I'm just hearing voices. Good thing I came back here though. If I forgot to lock this door, Mr. Pines would kill me—or worse." Soos closed the door to the shop with a click on the other side to lock it.

"I think he's gone, Scoob," Shaggy said as he tried to push open the door. "Like, it won't budge!"

"Roh-no!" Scooby yelped as he pushed and pounded on the door.

"Like I hate to say it Scoob, but there's only one way to go," he said as he stared down the dark stairwell.