I know people are enjoying these one-shots, judging by the amount of requests (14 is my current amount to finish) but I'm going to have to ask that you send requests through the reviews not through private messaging, sorry. I have one or two in there and I'm trying to find time to fit them in at some point, but I continuously forget about them, and it just makes it easier for me to sort through reviews in one place, not two. I am trying hard to do as many as I can, and I don't want to leave anybody out.

From SonicPlayer1225: "Really awesome! I would like to request something: A scene while Dipper is writing his guide to mystery and Mabel writes something in it while he's gone and a conflict forms? (Please happy-end.)"

Cool idea! I'll definitely try this! If you haven't read the book, this bit is where Dipper is describing some monsters and writes "weakness unknown" for a certain pair of ghosts, which drives Mabel to put down what really happens... And I noticed that she doesn't write in the book for some time too, so there had to be a reason why... (this book is hysterical, if you haven't read it, you need to)

The Epitome of Embarrassment

He had only gone downstairs for a few minutes, called by Grunkle Stan to clean the sink because his back was hurting, and planned on returning to attic to continue writing in the journal he had found a few days ago. Nothing had seemed to be out of order - until he glanced down at the most recent page, which the boy had certainly not written (in pink crayon, nonetheless).

"Mabel!"

His sister came up the stairs at the sound of his yelling, a bright smile on her face. She had on an apron which was already sporting a good amount of - suspiciously glittery - soot stains on the sides. Dipper almost shuddered as he recalled the last time he saw his sister cooking; their parents had had to call both of their local fire departments in order to stop the flames from spreading.

"What's up, bro-bro?" she asked cheerfully.

"Did you write in my journal while I was downstairs?"

Her smile didn't fade at the warning tone in his voice. "The one we both use? Yep!"

The boy gritted his teeth, struggling not to throw the open journal in his hands across the attic bedroom. She clearly thought this was just a joke of some sort.

"Mabel, where did you even get these pictures? They're embarrassing!"

"It's just the Lamby Dance, Dipper," his twin said nonchalantly, rolling her eyes. "It's not that bad!"

Dipper threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "It's embarrassing! Take them out, now!"

"Nobody but us is going to see this, Dip - "

"I'm going to ask Grunkle Stan to publish it! There will be more then two people looking at this book, you know!"

Mabel looked shocked for a moment before regaining her cheerful composure. "Wait, so you were serious about getting Grunkle Stan to publish this journal as a book about paranormal activity in this town?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" He couldn't help but sound a little irritated and disheveled at the questioning. Why couldn't everything go right for once? Did she have to do something annoying like this when he was just trying to write?

The brief silence, both tense and awkward, caused them both to fidget. Mabel seemed hesitant to speak.

"I just... I didn't think you were that serious about it."

Dipper smacked his face with his hand, setting the book down on his bed. "Mabel, people in this town don't believe us when we talk about the supernatural, so I thought we could show this to them and prove we're right! I don't want people to see this!"

"But that is what really happened, Dip..."

He fought the urge to give a sarcastic reply to that. "Can you please just get rid of that page? And take off the pictures?"

His sister watched him for a few moments, something akin to hurt flashing in her brown eyes. The boy tried to ignore the pang of guilt at this possibility.

"...Fine."

THEEPITOMEOFEMBARRASSMENTTHEEPITOMEOFEMBARRASSMENTTHEEPITOMEOFEMBARRASSMENT

It had been four days since Dipper had discovered that page, and Mabel still hadn't removed it yet. Dipper was avoiding it to prove a point, hoping she would remove it herself instead of making him do it, and had gone on writing in the book. Heck, he'd even let Soos write a couple of things about monster tracking for the fun of it.

It wasn't the same, though. He kind of missed Mabel's ridiculous quizzes and stickers in the book. As much as he hated looking at the page of the Lamby Dance incident, having his twin working on the book with him had been... fun. Besides she had a good point: what was the use of having to show the book to people if he wasn't truthful in it?

She was knitting a rainbow sweater when he walked into the attic, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously as she looked up. The preteen glanced down at the book in his hands, wondering how he was supposed to go about apologizing to her without seeming like a total jerk.

Mabel must have seen his gaze flit to the book because she said softly, "I'm sorry I keep forgetting to take out the page. I'll do it before dinner."

"Uh, you... um... Mabel, you don't have to."

Her eyes blew wide as she stared at him. "What?"

"I... Well, you did say I should be honest about what happened. Plus, it's on the back of the page with some other monster descriptions, so there's no point in getting rid of - OOF!"

Dipper's stammering was cut off abruptly by a twelve year old girl tackling him in a hug. "Really? Thank you!"

He laughed a little at her wide smile, his own lips twitching upwards ever-so-slightly. "Yeah, why not? You can write the next two pages if you want. I've gone on, but there are still plenty of pages left for the both of us."

"Awesome! Let me read it, let me read it!"

Seeing her smile was almost enough to soften the embarrassment of that particular page.

Happy twins are the best twins. (But you gotta admit, Dippingsauce, the Lamby Dance was hysterical)