Dipper's Glasses

SUMMARY: Dipper is having trouble with his vision and goes to the eye doctor. Stan points out to Dipper to be proud of who he is.

MAIN CHARACTERS: Dipper Pines and Stanley Pines

SUPPORTIVE CHARACTERS: Mabel Pines, Stanford Pines, and Pacifica Northwest

Dipper started realizing his vision was acting poor in his classes, him squinting his eyes more and leaning forward to read the letters even though he was in the front.

His late night readings of his various books were cut short when the words were blurring together, and it wasn't from being tired. Dipper kept bringing the books close to his face, squinting and could still barely make out the words. It frustrated him as he never had had trouble with his vision before.

"Dipper, you're going to the eye doctor after school," Ford told him firmly at the end of the week.

"I don't need glasses!" Dipper shouts. "I'm fine, see?" he then tries and fails to read a piece of paper in front of him. "Okay… maybe you're right." He sighs.

"Aren't I always?" Ford gives a smile.

"It depends…" Dipper retorts, Ford giving a chuckle.

"Stanley will be the one to take you to the eye doctor after school," Ford states. He then gives a frown. "Although I think that he should be the one getting his eyes checked…" Ford adds with a shudder, remembering his twin's "excellent" driving skills.

Dipper sighs, thinking the same exact thing. He goes through the rest of the school day, continuing to squint through his work. On more than one occasion he misread his work directions in science class and almost caused an acid to go through his skin.

"Yeah… you probably need glasses." Pacifica told him when she took the directions away from him after the third time of him almost hurting himself.

"I don't want glasses…" Dipper mutters, trying to get the paper back. Pacifica swats his hand away. "I can already hear the insults now… 'Oh wow, Dipshit you got glasses to go with how you're such a nerd!' or 'Oh haha the Big Dipper and Four Eyes you're a freak!'" Dipper then groans as he rests his head on the table.

Pacifica rolls her eyes. "You're being overdramatic, Dipper." She tells him with a slight grin. "Besides, glasses aren't so bad. Your uncles wear glasses." She points out.

"They're old though." Dipper retorts. Ford's head then snaps up form Mabel and George's table, giving a glare. Dipper smiles sheepishly and does a slight wave as he sits up.

"Didn't Ford where glasses when he was a kid?" Pacifica asks. Dipper nods. "Then it's genetic, you were bound to get glasses eventually."

The boy then sighs, putting a hand to his face. Maybe she was right…

The bell then rings, breaking his thoughts. It was the last class of the day, so he knew that Stan will be picking him up. Mabel has said that she was going back to the Northwest Mansion to hang out with Pacifica and George, so she told her brother to be dropped off when he was done.

Dipper walks out of the school, his backpack in hand. Stan's old red car pulls up, hitting the curb and his breaks squealed loudly when he had to stop for kids jumping away. Of course Stan started screaming at the kids telling them to get out of the way. Dipper sighs as he gets to the car and sits in the front seat, tossing his backpack in the back seat.

Grunkle Stan was wearing his normal suit that he wore for his tours at the Mystery Shack, his maroon fez sitting on his light gray hair. In one hand he had a glass bottle of Pit Cola, the other on the steering wheel. "Hey, kid, where's your sister?" he asks in his gruff voice, taking a swig of his drink.

"She's going to the Northwest Mansion," Dipper replies solemnly. "She said for you to drop me off when we're done at the optometrist." He looks out the window, watching the scenery pass by as Stan began driving away, almost hitting someone riding a bike.

Stan pulls up to a small building, the building looking worn down. There were a few people that were from other parts of the country that traveled to Gravity Falls that were doctors of various medical aspects. There were even a few psychologists, but Ford said to stay away from them because he thinks they're quacks.

The two Pines walked into the building, after Stan had horribly parked his car into a handicap spot. Dipper gets checked in and he sits in the waiting room, Stan laughing at one of the old magazines that was there. Dipper sat in a chair, his arms crossed.

"What's eating you, kid?" Stan asks, setting the magazine down.

"I don't want glasses." Dipper complains, his face scrunched up angrily.

Stan raises a silver brow. He puts a hand on his great nephew's shoulder. "Glasses aren't bad, Dipper. When Ford and I were kids I actually needed glasses but I never wore them, so now that I am older my eyes are a lot worse." He then picks up the magazine again.

"I don't want to get made fun of." Dipper admits. "My whole life I was made fun of for my birthmark, my fascination with the supernatural, and now getting glasses is like completing the full package."

Stan sighs as once again he tosses the magazine to the side. "Dipper, your birthmark is what makes you, well, you. Just like Ford having his six fingers is what makes him himself. You two are seeing the negative sides, but think about it… who was always there for you thick and thin?"

"Mabel…"

"Like I was there for Ford." Stan shrugs. "I knew he always hated his six fingers because of bullies, and yeah they made fun of him for his glasses and supernatural interests, that's why I call him 'Sixer' in a positive way, or how we say 'High Six' instead of 'High Five'."

"Mabel was the one who called me 'Dipper' first…"

Stan gives a smile. "See? So, glasses isn't gonna change a thing. You're going blind, you're a Pines!" he gives a hearty laugh. "And you know how to fight, so if someone makes fun of ya you just punch them! And you know Mabel will always have your back, and so does your friends."

The receptionist calls out, "Dipper Pines?" With a sigh the boy stands up and walks to the door to be lead to a room. The receptionist had led him to a room and he sits in a chair, all the equipment to check his eyes was before him.

There was a knock on the door and the optometrist came in. "Hello, Mr. Pines." The doctor greeted. "How are you today?" he asked nicely, a smile on his face.

"Blind." Dipper replies sarcastically, his eyes narrow.

The doctor laughs, "My, you're a jokester aren't ya?"

"Please don't patronize me." Dipper tells him sternly. "Let's just get this over with so I can get my glasses and go to my girlfriend's house."

The doctor then proceeds to do the tests. Dipper answered all the questions asked as honestly as he could, even telling the doctor about his night reading. The procedure took about a half hour, which included the doctor looking at the muscle structure of his eye.

"Well, it looks as though you are farsighted with astigmatism. So, you do need a bit of stronger prescription for someone your age. But luckily we have the lenses here in stock so all you got to do is pick out a frame." The doctor informed him. He then leads Dipper into another room where they had many frames decorated around with panels of mirrors. "Take up which ones you like back to the waiting room and we'll get them ready."

Dipper nods and goes through the room. Some caught his eye, but he decided against it. He then remembered the pictures that Grunkle Stan and Ford had shown him when they were kids. With a smile Dipper knew exactly what kind to get. He grabs the pair that looked like what he wanted and brings it to the receptionist. He then takes it to a back room where they began putting the lens in the frame.

The boy had to then get adjusted for his glasses, how they sit on his ears and nose. After a few minutes of adjustment, he looked in the mirror and adjusted both the glasses and his pine tree hat. "Huh, not bad." He remarked. Dipper then thanks both the doctor and receptionist and was lead back into the waiting room, Stan still reading.

"Well, look at ya!" Stan laughs as he stands up, putting the magazine in his suit jacket to steal it. "Welcome to the club, Dipper!"

Dipper was wearing a pair of black, square framed glasses. It actually complemented him very well as his head was rounder looking. He then adjusts the frames and gives a smile.

"Well, whadda ya know, I actually look decent in glasses." Dipper chuckled.

Stan laughs as they leave the optometrist's office. The old man then drives Dipper to the Northwest Mansion, but instead of dropping Dipper off he got out the car too.

"What are you doing?" Dipper asks curiously.

"Well, I called Ford and he said he was coming here to tutor some of the kids." Stan answers as they walked up the steps to the door. "Then blondie got on the phone and just said for us to stay for dinner, and where am I to pass up a free meal?"

Dipper laughs as they entered the mansion, being greeted by Pacifica. "Aw, look at you Dipper. You actually look cute in glasses." She says to him, giving him a quick hug. His face blushed a deep red. "Come on in! Mabel's gonna be excited you know!" she grabs his hand and yanks him inside, Stan following.

The three walk into the dining room, where everyone was gathered to eat dinner. Mabel gasps as she gets up from her seat next to George and runs up to Dipper. She squeals happily, "You look just like Grunkle Ford when he was younger with those glasses! They look like Stan's too!"

"That was the idea," Dipper says as he glances at Stan and Ford. "They're my role models."

"I need a picture for my scrapbook!" his sister states. She then goes into her purse that she started carrying around and grabs a camera. "Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford…! Come here for a picture!"

The two old men followed her directions, Ford asking, "Why do we need a picture?"

"Because the three out of four important men in my life are wearing glasses!" Mabel shouts excitedly. "This is a Pines men moment here!" she raises the camera as Stan and Ford stand on a side next to Dipper. All three then became all smiles, which all looked eerily identical, and said cheese as Mabel snapped the picture.

Glasses aren't so bad after all. Dipper thought happily as people clapped and said how good his glasses looked.

A/N: Hello, this is a little update! So Dipper's eyesight diagnosis is actually based on my own real life vision problems, as I know more about those problems than being nearsighted.

Thanks for reading as usual!

~Skye Hendersen~