Okay guys, change of plans. I told you that I would be doing three Q&A's over the course of this story. I have decided to change it to two. The first will be between Land Before Swine and Dreamscaperers. If you have any questions now, feel free to leave them in a review or PM. You can send then in at any time, and I'll be sure to have them in the chapter, as long as they do not hold any spoilers. Anyway, shout-outs!
Gamelover41592- Thank you so much for your complements!
MyNameIsFlame- Thank you for your opinion. I'm glad they worked out well. This show is big on continuity, so I'm trying to make sure that's an element I add in this story. Society of the Blind Eye will be February 12th or 15th (up to the readers) and Not What He Seems will (hopefully) be March 25th. Most of the dates are tentative since their about a year away, but that is what I'm hoping for.
MyFavLineIs- Interesting. Personally, I liked the part at the beginning with Mabel wanting a talking horse.
Disclaimer: I only own Willow and her comments. Everything else came from the mind of Alex Hirsch.
Dipper's POV (June 30th)
"Grunkle Stan, what's the surprise?" Mabel asked. Instead of having us work today, he had taken all of us (and Soos) into town.
"It's a surprise," Stan replied.
"Soos, what's going on?" Willow tried. Soos just shook his head.
"Sorry dudes, I'm sworn to secrecy," he said. I sighed as Stan pulled into a holiday shop. He parked in a handicap spot, jumping the curb and hitting the sign before stopping. We got out and looked up at the store.
"Welcome to the Summerween Superstore!" Stan said when we were all out.
"Summer-what?" I asked. Stan reached into his jacket and pulled out a calendar, today's date circled.
"Summerween! The people in this town love Halloween so much that they celebrate it twice a year."
"That's why everybody in this town is fat. They'll probably die early from eating too much candy. Or from candy poisoning. Either way they'll die a slow and painful death." Willow had to be creepy. I just ignored her.
"Do you always carry that calendar around?" I asked.
"Yes," Stan replied, walking inside.
"Summerween? Something about this feels unnatural," Mabel said.
"It's basically Halloween in summer. Instead of jack-o-lanterns, we use jack-o-melons, AND there's free candy!" Soos told us. We all ran inside and grabbed a shopping cart. Mabel jumped in and Willow and I ran around pushing her. We went to the costume aisle and started looking. They had a few pretty good ones, but nothing for a group of three.
"Don't worry, I can make something up no problem," Mabel told us. Every Halloween back home, we did a three-person group costume. Ever since we were three, Mabel always came up with the ideas, whether she made the costumes or not. We started pushing her around the store again, then crashed into a pile of jack-o-melons.
"Have the police come and eject the Pines family from the store," one of the workers said over a walkie talkie. Stan exploded a smoke bomb and ran out of the store, a barrel of fake blood under his arm. Soos ran after him with two barrels, and we pushed Mabel outside and towards the car.
"You paid for the stuff, right?" Mabel asked as we got to the car.
"Of course!" Stan replied, putting the blood barrels in the trunk.
"Did you use Stan Bucks?" Willow asked when we got in the car. Stan bucks were fake money slips he used instead of real money.
"Of course!" Stan said, backing up. We hit a phone pole and crushed a giant blow-up jack-o-melon. "Let's move!" Stan yelled, putting the car in drive and flying out of the parking lot.
GFF
"I'm so excited!" Mabel squealed, walking inside. The five of us had spent the last two hours decorating the shack, making costumes, or getting bags of candy and candy bags. "We're gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy!"
"I'll get to creep kids out and not get yelled at!" Willow added. Halloween was her favorite holiday and every year back home, she always decorated the house and scared A LOT of people.
"And we'll get the biggest stomachaches ever!" I yelled, the three of us stomping the floor.
"I've never seen you dudes so pumped," Soos said, coming out of the bathroom. He had put on his Summerween costume; a Superhero with a blue mask and cape, yellow spandex pants and blue boots. Mabel pulled out her Halloween scrapbook and showed him the pictures of us from back home.
"In Piedmont the three of us were like the kings of Trick or Treating. People eat up triplets in costumes," she said, taking back her scrapbook.
"Just be careful out there dudes. It's a night of ghouls and goblins. Not to mention…" Soos turned off the lights and put a flashlight under his chin. "The Summerween Trickster!"
"Summer-who now?"
"The Trickster goes door to door, so legend goes, eating children who lack the Summerween spirt," he elaborated.
"AWESOME!" Willow exclaimed. "Now I know how to creep these kids out! Which reminds me, I have to go tell Stan my ideas." She got up and went to go find Stan.
"Anyway Soos, you don't have to worry about us," I said, putting a piece of candy in my mouth. "We've got spirit to go aro-Ugh! Bla!" The piece of candy tasted like bitter coffee. I spit it out and looked in the candy bowl. "What is this stuff? I've never even heard of these brands. Sand pop and Mr. Adequate-Bar? Really?"
"This stuff is all just cheap-o loser candy!" Mabel yelled, sticking her tongue out.
"Quiet your discontent children, lest the Trickster overhear," Soos whispered.
"Your cape is caught in your fly Soos," I told him, turning the lights on and picking up the bowl.
"Touché," he replied, taking one of the gummy chair packs from the bowl. I walked into the kitchen and opened the window.
"Goodbye loser candy!" I said as I threw it into the trashcan outside. A few seconds later the doorbell rang.
"Trick-or-Treaters! Give 'em some of that terrible candy!" Stan yelled from upstairs. I took the rest of the candy and opened the door.
"Happy Summer-AHH!" I dropped the candy bowl when I realized that it was Wendy and Robbie. "What-What's up guys?"
"I left my jacket here AGAIN!" Wendy said, taking her jacket off the coat rack. This was the third time this week she had left it here.
"What's with the candy? You going trick-or-treating or something?" Robbie asked, kicking the candy around.
"Well actually, I uh-"
"Shut up Robbie. Of course he's not going trick-or-treating," Wendy interrupted, slipping her jacket on. Does she think it's childish? I thought. She probably does! I can't tell her anything.
"No, I mean yeah, I mean… Trick-or-treating is for babies, I guess," I said, putting the candy back in the bowl.
"Cool. You know what, you should come to this party with us. Tambry's parents are out of town and it's gonna be OFF THE CHAIN!"
"Not surprised you didn't hear about it," Robbie whispered, but still giving me the flyer.
"Maybe I'll see you at the party," I said before I could think.
"Cool man! It starts at nine! Don't forget!" Wendy said, her and Robbie walking back to his van. They got in and Wendy rolled he window down. "Nice decorations, by the way!" She yelled as the van pulled away. Stan had gone all out with decorating the shack, and between that and Willow's creepy ideas, kids would be crying left and right.
"Thanks!" I yelled back. I shut the door and looked between the flyer and the candy bowl. "How am I gonna tell Mabel?"
GFF
"Dipper, why aren't you wearing your costume?" Willow asked me when she came back from the bathroom. Mabel had gone all out, making a sun, moon and star for us. Mabel was the star, and she was downstairs with Candy and Grenda. Willow was the moon because she was all dark and creepy, and I was supposed to be the sun. I had decided that I would fake sick instead of telling Mabel the truth.
"I don't feel so good. I was just gonna hang out here and relax. Go have fun without me," I told her, fake coughing to make it more believable. It didn't work.
"Okay, either you tell me what's going on, or I'll tell Mabel that you're faking it," she said, crossing her arms.
"Okay. Wendy and Robbie invited me to a party tonight at nine, and I was planning on going to that instead of trick-or-treating with you guys. Please don't tell Mabel!"
"I won't tell her, but you owe me, and if she finds out, I never knew about the party. BTW, you need to work on your fake cough," she told me, walking downstairs. Willow always kept my secrets, which was why I wasn't worried about telling her. I went to the top of the stairs and listened to her, Mabel, Candy and Grenda talking.
"Mabel, you made great costumes!" Candy, who looked like a peppermint candy, said, petting Waddles, who was dressed up in a pig suit.
"What about your brother?" Grenda, a witch, asked.
"He was still getting ready when I came down," Willow told them. Mabel nodded, then started bouncing excitedly.
"Wait until you see Dipper's costume! It's amazing!" I started walking down the stairs. "Here he comes now!"
"That is a very good Dipper costume," Candy said when she saw me.
"What the hey-hey bro-bro? Where's your costume?" Mabel asked me.
"Look, I-I can't go trick-or-treating tonight. I'm really si-" I started fake coughing, hoping it was more believable. "Must have been that bad candy I ate. Go on without me," I whispered, going onto one knee.
"Are you getting sick Dipper?" Willow asked, touching my forehead. "Your head feels warm. You must have a disease called liaphobia. It's a disease that takes away all common sense and you will die old and alone, with no one to love you. Because one of the symptoms of liaphobia is pissing everyone off with your outbursts of liophs."
"Dial it back, will ya!?" I whispered to her. She nodded and pulled away.
"I know that's not a real thing, but whatever you have, fight through it! Why can't you have good Summerween spirit like Willow does?" Mabel asked, pulling me to my feet. Someone started knocking on the door. I stood up and opened the door.
"Trick-or-treat," a tall, dark guy with a deep, scratchy voice said.
"Really dude? You're a little old for this. Sorry man," I said, slamming the door and facing the others.
"Why'd you close the door?" Mabel asked me.
"It was an adult and anyway, I told you I'm not feeling it tonight."
"I think a little trick-or-treating will make you feel better."
"I'm not going trick-or-treating!" I yelled as someone knocked again. It was the same guy from a minute ago. "Look man, just go to another house!" I slammed the door again.
"Dipper! Where's your Summerween hospitality?" Mabel asked. The same guy knocked again.
"I'm not getting that," I said, starting up the steps. Mabel answered the door.
"I apologize for my brother. He came down with a case of the grumpy-grumps," Mabel told the man. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her, then froze as the guy started yelling.
"SILENCE! You have insulted me! For this you must pay… with your LIVES!" I went back downstairs and looked through the doorway. The guy had bent down so we could see his jack-o-melon mask.
"What a cute little mask! You're a funny guy, aren't you?" Mabel asked. The guy came inside the shack, the five of us backing up and grouping together.
"Funny, am I?" A little kid, probably 8 or 9 walked onto the porch. The guy grabbed the kid and ate him whole. The five of us screamed and for some reason, there was a flash. "There's only one way for you to avoid his fate. If you can collect 500 pieces of candy, and bring it to me before the last jack-o-melon goes out, I will let you live."
"500 pieces of candy in one night? That's impossible!" I told him. Back home, between the three of us, we only ever got 300, and that was in a good year.
"The choice is yours, children. You must trick-or-treat… or DIE!" The guy started laughing and grabbed onto the doorframe, pulling himself up and climbing across the shack roof.
"Do you know what this means?" I asked, slowly closing the door, trying to process what just happened.
"I do," Mabel said, her face lighting up. "It means you have to come trick-or-treating with us! Yay!" She grabbed me and started shaking me.
"Who was that guy?" Grenda asked us.
"I think it was the legend Soos told us about," Willow replied. If that was true, then all of us were SOL. Grenda grabbed me and started shaking me as well.
"What do we do? What do we DO!" She asked. I pushed her hands off of my arms.
"First off, stop shaking me. And secondly-"
"What's going on out here dudes?" Soos asked us as he came into the hallway. "I heard a ruckus. Hehe, that's a funny word, ruckus."
"Soos, a monster is making us trick-or-treat, or else he's gonna eat us!" I told him, hoping Willow was wrong.
"I got a picture!" Candy said, showing Soos her phone. That explained the flash earlier. He looked at it for a minute, then his eyes bugged out.
"The Summerween Trickster! You dudes are in crazy bonkers trouble!" He told us, Candy putting her phone back. I started pacing around, trying to figure this out.
"How are we gonna get that much candy in one night? There's no way!" I said, to myself. Someone started clapping. Mabel had climbed up a few steps and was looking down at us.
"Listen up people! Some might say that being cursed by a bloody-thirsty holiday monster is a bad thing."
"I wet myself!" Grenda announced. Mabel nodded, then continued.
"But that monster messed with the wrong crew. With Candy's spirit, Grenda's strength, Willow's creepiness, Dipper's brains, and ...Soos here, we'll get 500 pieces of candy and have fun doing it too, even if it takes all night!" She said, the others clapping and cheering. "To the streets!" She yelled, coming down the stairs.
"Wait, all night? But I'm sick, remember?" I stopped her, fake coughing again. She looked at me weird.
"What's worse? Getting eaten by a monster or trick-or-treating with us?"
"Well…"
"Just come on!" She grabbed my arms and dragged me outside. We were about to get into Soos' pick up, but then Willow ran back inside.
"Where's she going?" Soos asked us, starting the truck.
"Probably to get her crossbow," I replied. Sure enough, two minutes later, Willow came back, a quiver over her shoulder and the crossbow attached to her waist.
"If anyone says anything, I'm the Night Warrior," she told us as she got into the truck. Candy and Grenda were up front, the three of us in the back. Soos pulled out of the driveway, me hoping Willow wouldn't have to actually USE her crossbow.
GFF
"I don't understand why we can't just buy our candy and be done with it," I complained. We were walking through town, our candy bags in the wheelbarrow I was pushing.
"That takes the fun out of trick-or-treat-or-die," Willow told me.
"I'm trying to take the DIE out of trick-or-treat-or-die," I replied.
"If we die then mom and dad won't have anything to look forward to at the end of the summer." Willow said. I looked at her and she realized what she had said. "That's not helping my point. Sometimes my creepiness kills me." She started laughing like the crazy person she is. I dropped the wheelbarrow and the six of us walked up to Lazy Susan's door.
"Trick-or-treat!" The six of us said.
"Is everyone in costume?" She asked. She pointed to Grenda, Soos, Candy, Mabel, and Willow. "Chimney sweep, elephant man, squeegee, ant farm, cheese, and what are you supposed to be?" She asked me.
"Um, I'm not dressed up as anything. We, we're kinda in a hurry here," I told her, hoping to make this fast and get to Wendy's party. Susan nodded and gave everyone else one piece of candy, closing the door when she was done.
"One piece of black licorice?" Grenda announced, glaring at the twist.
"Circus peanuts! This is loser candy," Candy complained. Mabel shoved a pile of clothes into my arms.
"We gotta up our game Dipper! You've gotta put on your costume!" She told me. I glanced at my watch, which read 7:30. There was no way this was gonna work.
"I told you Mabel, I'm not up to it!" I told her, fake coughing again and trying to give her back my costume.
"Oh really?" A deep voice asked. We looked up to the top of a street light. The Trickster swung down and climbed onto Soos' shoulders. He reached into Soos' bag and pulled out a piece of candy. "I've seen better," he told us, dropping the candy back into the bag. He jumped off Soos and grabbed a jack-o-melon off the ground, blowing out the candle. "Tick-tock…" he whispered, climbing onto the roof of a house and disappearing from view.
"So what was that about being too sick to wear a costume?" Mabel asked me. I sighed and kicked a rock, taking my costume behind a bunch of bushes. I started putting it on over my normal clothes, listening to the others.
"While he does that, I'm gonna go steal a bunch of jack-o-melons. Soos, come with me," Willow said. I heard her and Soos walking away as I adjusted my costume.
"Dipper, you changed?" Mabel asked me.
"Yes," I replied, depressed. Mabel didn't pick up on it, making a big deal about it to her friends.
"Introducing, for the first time in public…" I walked out from behind the bushes. "TADAH! Sun, moon and stars!"
"I will make you internet famous!" Candy said, taking a picture of me.
"Hey! Erase that!" I yelled at her, trying to take her phone. She kept it away from me, but still deleted the picture.
"Okay guys, we got 10 jack-o-melons, so we should be good," Willow said, walking up to us. She had three in her arms, and Soos was carrying seven. They put them on the ground, and the three of us rang someone's doorbell.
"Do you really think this will make a difference?" I asked before the person could answer. A biker opened the door, and the three of us started dancing. He teared up and dumped his entire candy bowl into our bag. We closed it up and went back to the others, dumping our candy into the wheelbarrow.
"Bad news dudes," Soos told us, holding up two jack-o-melons. "The candles in these two went out. We've only got eight left." He dropped the jack-o-melons on the ground, breaking them into pieces. We grabbed the others and put them in the wheelbarrow with the candy.
"In that case, we better hurry. Let's get that candy guys!"
GFF
"498, 499. We did it!" Mabel announced excitedly. The six of us had actually done really well, getting all the candy we needed relatively fast. "We just need one more piece of candy."
"And it's only 8:30," I said to myself, checking my watch.
"Good thing too. We only have one jack-o-melon left," Willow said, putting it into the wheelbarrow.
"I'm gonna go grab the truck dudes. Soos, away!" He took off down the street, arms out in a Superman pose.
"Last one to the last house is a pair of wax lips!" Mabel announced, her and the girls running down the street.
"Perfect timing for me to go to Wendy's party, and no one needs to know I was trick-or-treating," I said to myself, lifting up the wheelbarrow and following the girls. A van came around the corner. Shit, I thought as I recognized the van as Robbie's. I pushed the wheelbarrow into some bushes and took off my costume, hiding it just before the van stopped.
"Hey Dipper!" Wendy asked me, rolling her window down. "Are you coming to the party?"
"What are you doing out here?" Robbie added. I glanced behind me and kicked a piece of my costume into the bushes.
"Oh, um, I'm… I'm on my way. I like watching the trick-or-treaters. Reminds me of when I was younger," I told them.
"So you're coming, right?" Wendy clarified.
"Definitely, definitely."
"Cool. See you there." Wendy rolled her window up and Robbie drove away.
"Later guys!" I called after them.
"You're going to a party?" Mabel asked me. I turned around and saw her and the girls standing on the corner.
"Well, I-" Mabel threw a candy bar at my head and started yelling at me.
"That's why you were acting so weird and trying to hurry us! You're not sick at all! So if it wasn't for this crazy monster, you were gonna ditch me! On our favorite holiday!"
"Uh, guys," Willow interrupted, a concerned look on her face. Mabel ignored her.
"What happened to the Dipper who used to love Halloween?!" She asked, looking around. "And where's to all the candy?"
"Relax, relax. I left it behind this bush," I told them, pushing the bushes out of the way. "Oh shit." Turns out, there was a creek behind the bushes. Most, if not all of the candy was being washed away in the current.
"What did you do!?" Mabel glared at me.
"Well, I-"
"GUYS!" Willow yelled, her crossbow loaded. We looked around and all of the jack-o-melons were out, except one. Old Man McGucket was standing over it, about to blow it out. We all ran over to him, telling him not to blow it out.
"What's happenin'?" He asked us.
"Just don't blow out that candle!" I told him. He reached into his overalls and held a horn up to his ear. "DON'T BLOW OUT THAT CANDLE!" I yelled into the horn.
"I'm Old Man McGucket!" He announced, inhaling. Grenda ran forward and body-slammed him, the jack-o-melon landing in her arms.
"Nice one Grenda. That was close," I told her, the five of us sighing in relief. Dumb move; the candle went out.
"This is not good," Willow whispered, aiming her crossbow at any shadows.
"Knock, knock," The Trickster growled, walking into the light of a streetlamp. Grenda dropped the jack-o-melon, breaking it into pieces. Willow and I were in front, Willow because she was armed, me because brotherly protective instinct had kicked in. "So children, where's my candy?"
"I swear, we had all 500 pieces. Look, it's down there somewhere. We can still get it," I pleaded with him. He frowned and grew to twice his normal size, reaching about 12 feet tall.
"I'm afraid it's too late! That was your last chance!"
"RUN FOR IT!" Willow yelled, shooting her bolt into the Trickster's chest. Instead of hurting him, he just absorbed it into his body. The five of us scattered, running in different directions. Mabel tripped and fell, the Trickster picking her up. He grabbed the rest of us with four hands (yes, he had an extra set of hands) and started bringing me towards his mouth. Next thing I knew, a car honked and the Trickster exploded, the five of us crashing onto the ground.
"Whoa! You dudes alright?" Soos asked us, stopping his truck and coming over to us. We all nodded, beat up and scared, but alive. Soos glanced at the exploded Trickster parts that were scattered over the road. "That wasn't like, a regular pedestrian, was it?"
"It was the monster!" Mabel told him. Willow attached her crossbow to her waist, putting the bolt into her quiver.
"Thanks Soos. You saved our butts back there," she told him, side-hugging him.
"No prob dudes," he told her, hugging her back.
"I'm just glad it's over, right?" I asked Mabel. She just glared at me and walked back to Soos' truck.
"Talk to her," Willow whispered to me, climbing into the backseat. Mabel was on the right, Willow was on the left, and I was in the middle.
"Did everyone remember to put on their seatbelts?" Soos asked us. Four of us said yes, and Mabel nodded slightly, looking out the window. "Let's go!" Soos started the truck and drove down the road.
"Talk to her," Willow whispered again, putting her head in the corner between the headrest and window, closing her eyes. I looked at Mabel, who had her sleeve rolled up. She was rubbing her road-burned elbow.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked her. She turned her body away from me, looking out her window. "There are probably some bandages back at the shack," I tried again. She still didn't respond. I gave up, knowing I had messed up BIG TIME. But I also knew that Mabel wouldn't be mad for long. Even when she gets really mad and Willow or me, she never-
"Uh… Guys?" Mabel was looking out her window behind us, eyes wide. I looked out the back windshield. Parts of the Trickster were flying from the road behind us, shaping back into his form.
"FLOOR IT!" Willow yelled, trying to load a bolt into her crossbow. Soos hit the gas and Willow rolled down her window, trying to aim the crossbow. The Trickster leaped into the air and landed on top of the truck. Soos started swerving, hitting the bed of his truck into a phone pole. The Trickster fell off, and Soos turned into the parking lot for the Summerween Superstore.
"Hold on dudes!" He yelled, slamming the brakes. All of us covered our heads with our arms, curling up and protecting each other. The truck crashed through the window of the store, glass going everywhere. I looked up and saw that the truck had stopped against the check-out counter. None of the truck windows had broken, but glass from the store window was everywhere. "You dudes alright?" Soos asked us. We nodded and the six of us climbed out of the truck. Willow looked out of the hole we had made in the side of the store, crossbow ready to fire.
"He's coming! We have to hide!" She whisper-yelled, running back to us. We all ran behind the shelves. Soos hid himself between some costumes, Candy and Grenda hiding in one of the empty shelves. Mabel and I did the same thing, Willow staying out in case she got a chance to use her crossbow, even though it wouldn't make much of a difference.
"It's blocking the only exit," Willow whispered to us, ducking behind a floor display. The Trickster crossed the aisle and she started watching him from around the corner.
"Everyone, stay quiet!" I whispered unnecessarily. Mabel rolled her eyes at me.
"So NOW you care about the monster. I thought all you cared about was Wendy," she told me. How could she think that?
"Mabel, you know that's not true. I just felt like I was getting a little too old to go trick-or-treating.," I told her. I had honestly felt like that since we started middle school. It was fun and all, but like Wendy had said earlier, it was childish.
"That's why we NEED to go trick-or-treating Dipper. We're getting older and there's not that many Halloweens left!" Mabel told me. I was confused by that. Piedmont is a small town so there is no age limit. "I guess I didn't realize it was already our last one."
God, I'm an idiot. Mabel wasn't just an optimist; she was also a realist. All her scrapbooking wasn't just a hobby. It was because she knew things would change in the future. She wanted to make as many good memories as she could before she wasn't able to make them anymore. That's why she was so worried about me coming trick-or-treating; so the three of us could have fun together before it was over.
"Guys, now's our chance," Willow whispered, hiding behind the display again. "Let's get out of here."
"But what if it sees us?" Grenda asked.
"If only there was something we could use to cover our bodies and faces with. You know, like a disguise of some kind…" Soos whispered from between the costumes. I was surprised we hadn't been caught, considering he wasn't hidden very well. Willow grabbed some cloaks and masks off one of the shelves, giving them to us. We started pulling them on, Soos getting into a gorilla suit. The six of started sneaking towards the exit.
"Stay quiet, we're almost there," Willow whispered from the back, covering our escape. "Soos, what are you doing?!" We turned around and pulled our masks off, staring at Soos. He was standing next to the display of cackling heads, his hand up.
"Soos! Don't do it!" I told him, the five of us hiding behind the counter.
"Sorry dudes, but today's been way stressful. I need some levity," he told us, pushing down one of the heads. Nothing happened.
"Thank goodness, it was out of batteries," Mabel sighed, relieved. There was a rustling sound. Soos was loading new batteries into the bottom of the head. "Soos NO!" She yelled, but it was too late.
"No matter the score, I'm always a-head!" The head announced. Soos started laughing, the Trickster coming up behind him. Willow jumped behind the counter and handed us some fake swords. The Trickster ate Soos and we jumped out, charging at him. Candy, Mabel and I started attacking his legs while Grenda and Willow, the better fighters, cut off parts of his arms.
"Salt water taffy? Gross!" Grenda yelled after she cut off his hand for the third time.
"What are you-?" I hacked into his leg and something landed around my mouth. I licked my lips. "Wait, it is." We stopped attacking him and glanced back and forth at each other, confusion clear in all of our expressions.
"You really haven't figured it out yet?" He grew more arms and picked us up, bringing us right in front of his face. "Don't you recognize me? Look at my face! Look, closely…" He reached up and took his mask off.
"Loser Candy!" Mabel yelled. What we had thought was skin was actually mushed-up black licorice. His eyes were peppermints, eyebrows were Tootsie Rolls, and his teeth were pieces of candy corn. There were other pieces of candy scattered around his head, like lollipops and butterscotches.
"That's right! Did you ever stop and think about the candy at the bottom of the bag that no one likes? Every year the children of Gravity Falls throw away all of the 'REJECTED' candy into the dump. So I seek revenge; revenge on the picky children who cast me aside. I'm made of every tossed piece of black licorice, every discarded bar of old chocolate, with like that white, that white powdery stuff on it. You know that stuff!?"
"I hate that stuff!" Mabel yelled.
"No one would eat me. But now, I'm going to eat you, starting with THIS little trouble-maker!" He shook Willow around a bit, then brought her closer to his mouth. Before he could eat her, his stomach growled very loudly. "What's going on?" He started screaming and dropped us. His chest started squirming, and it tore open. Soos popped out, part of the Trickster in his hand.
"'Sup dudes?" He asked us, acting like being eaten by an evil candy monster is a normal thing. The Trickster fell onto the ground, puking jelly beans. "You dudes want any of this?" Soos offered us part of the Trickster's body. We all shook our heads, Soos taking another bite. The Trickster stopped vomiting and turned over.
"You actually think I taste… good?" He asked Soos. Soos nodded and took another bite. "All I ever wanted was for someone to say that I was… good! I'm so happy!" The Trickster started crying candy corns of joy.
"The crying makes it a little weird, but I guess I'm still eating," Soos announced. The Trickster's chest started squirming again, and the little kid the Trickster had eaten earlier popped out. "'Sup Gorny?"
"I'ze been twaumatized!" The kid announced. Candy went up to him and started talking to him.
"Do you know where you live?" The kid nodded. "Can you show us?" The kid nodded again, and the seven of us got into Soos truck, which surprisingly still worked. Gorny lived right next to the library, so we got him home no problem. We made sure he got in, then Soos drove back to the shack.
"Hey Stan!" "Hi Grunkle Stan!" "Hello Mr. Pines!" We said as we walked into the living room. Stan was sitting in his chair, watching the Summerween movie marathon.
"How's it hangin'?" He replied. Willow went over to him and they started talking about her creep-people-out ideas.
"Hey Dipper!" Wendy was sitting at the table, carving a jack-o-melon. "I didn't see you at the party. Where were you?"
"I was trick-or-treating, with my sister," I told her, putting my arm over Mabel's shoulder, not worried about what she thought about it. She just nodded and took the top of the jack-o-melon.
"Party was lame anyway. Robbie ate a lollypop stick first and had to go home sick," She told me. I tried not to laugh, but it didn't work very well.
"Aw man," Mabel said after I got myself under control. "We went to every single house and didn't even get to eat any candy!"
"Candy?" Stan reached behind his chair and held up two giant bags full of candy. "How's that for candy!"
We all started changing out of our costumes, Candy, Grenda and Wendy calling their parents (Stan had given everyone permission to spend the night). I was the last one to sit down. Everyone was watching the movie, eating the candy Stan had gotten. I sat down next to Mabel and put a band-aid on her arm. She smiled at me, our fight forgotten.
"You know kids? I've been thinking," Stan announced during a commercial. "At the end of the day, Summerween isn't about candy, or costumes, or even scaring people. It's a day when the whole family can get together at one place and celebrate what really matters: PURE EVIL!" We all started laughing evilly, glaring at the ceiling. We stopped when the movie came back on.
"I ate a man alive tonight." We all stared at Soos. Stan and Wendy were confused, but the rest of us got it. This was the only town where that statement would make sense and the person would not get arrested. And if what had happened to us since we had been here was any indication of what was to come, sticking together as one would be the most important thing we could do.
I wasn't really sure how to end that, but I think it worked out well. Really quick, my cousin is having a commissioning in two weeks. I'll try to release Boss Mabel on the 16th, but don't be surprised if it's not released until the 17th. Please leave a review, give me your thoughts, ask any questions you might have, and I'll see you in two weeks. Oh, and happy 4th of July!