Chapter 5
*Dipper's POV*
After the blinding light and numbness of teleporting, Mabel and I appeared in my room. Our parents stood there.
"Are you two okay?" Mom asked, coming over, concerned.
"Yeah, we're fine," I replied.
"We need to get you both tested for cancer and other diseases since you've been exposed to so much radiation and who knows what else in the last few days," Dad said. I sighed. He was right. We should have tested the teleporters further before using them ourselves.
"So what was it you wanted to tell us?" Mabel asked. Mom sighed.
"Sit down," she said. "We could be here a while." Mabel and I did as we were told, sitting on my bed. Mom and Dad sat across from us, Mom in my desk chair and Dad on the desk itself.
"Your grandfather was a strange man," Dad began. "He always was coming up with crazy theories that your Grunkle Stan had killed your Grunkle Ford. We didn't believe him and thought he was going crazy."
"We didn't know that Stan had taken over the house in Gravity Falls. We didn't know either of them well enough to know that Ford wouldn't create a tourist trap." Mom continued.
"Honestly we didn't know anything about the anomalies of Gravity Falls until Mabel started writing us letters," Dad told us. "We thought that the Great Uncle you were going to stay with was Ford, not Stan."
"Well that explains why you trusted him to take care of us!" Mabel exclaimed.
"After you found out about Ford being trapped in another dimension and Mabel sent us the letter, we decided to let you stay there so we could find out more about what had happened." Mom said. "We started thinking that maybe your grandfather wasn't crazy after all."
"Ten years ago, we didn't send him to a retirement home, that was just a cover up so you kids wouldn't get scared," Dad said. "We put my father in a mental institution because we thought he was crazy."
"We're going to check him out of the hospital tomorrow, after ten years, because now we know the truth," Mom told us.
"So all this time, you thought he was insane because he was onto the fact that Grunkle Stan wasn't Ford?" I asked.
"Well, it sounds a little worse when you put it that way," Dad said.
*Stan's POV*
So, Pointdexter and I are heading to California to see that old lab our brother has in the basement of the kids house. Ford called up the kids parents to tell them not to move anything from down there, so he can do his nerd work and figure some stuff out. We're driving out there tomorrow.
Soos is letting us crash in the shack again tonight. I like what he's done with the place. I can't help but be proud of the big oaf, seeing as he's doing so well.
"Wake up, Stanley," I heard my brother's voice through sleep. I blinked a few times and squinted at the clock.
"Are you crazy?" I asked. "It's five in the morning!"
"We've gotta get an early start!" he replied. I started to sit up, bracing myself for whatever random body pain I was going to experience.
"So you're making me get up at five in the morning?" I questioned.
"Yes," Ford replied. "We don't want to arrive too late." I scowled, following my nerdy brother to the kitchen.
"I think it's because you don't want all the kids' friends trying to tag along," I laughed.
"Well, that too," Ford said.
*Mabel's POV*
After school, Mom and Dad took Dipper and I to the hospital to be tested for fatal diseases. Fortunately, we were all clear. On the way home, I started thinking.
"Are we still going to be allowed to use the teleporters?" I asked.
"Since you have no visible medical conditions, yes," Dad said. "You two have created an amazing thing. Just use it more responsibly." Dipper looked relieved. I was too. The rest of the drive home was silent.
After supper we're going to the mental hospital to pick up Grandpa. I think Grunkle Ford and Grunkle Stan are coming with us. I just don't think they know it yet. Mom and Dad said that Grunkle Stan was told that Grandpa was put in a retirement home as well. Apparently they were the only two that knew where he really was.
"Our lives will never be normal, will they?" Dipper asked, tossing his bookbag down onto his bed.
"Nope!" I replied. "But neither will we!"
"Why do you think that is?" he asked.
"Destiny," I told him. "Most kids wouldn't be able to defeat all kinds of monsters in one summer, let alone a dream demon, three times."
"I guess so," he said. "If it weren't destiny, we'd be dead by now."
"Did you ever know during Weirdmageddon that we were going to win?" I asked.
"No, why?" he asked.
"Well, you should have," I told him.
"Why's that?" he questioned.
"Because, if the world had ended, then Blendin Blandin wouldn't have existed to come back from the future," I told him.
"You're right!" Dipper exclaimed. "We should've had more faith in ourselves."
"Supper!" I heard Mom call.
"Let's go," I said.