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itsthemysterykids · 2 years

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Can we get a Heather recreation thing? (Specifically beautiful if you can)

Dipper: September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I’m a good person. You know, I think that there’s good in everyone. But, uh, here we are. First day of senior year! And, uh, I look around at these kids that I’ve known all my life and I ask myself, “What happened?”

Students: Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug eyes! Poser! Lard ass!

Dipper: We were so tiny, happy, and shiny, Playing tag and getting chased.

Students: Freak! Slut! Loser! Short bus!

Dipper: Singing and clapping, Laughing and napping, Baking cookies, eating paste.

Students: Bull dike! Stuck up! Hunchback!

Dipper: Then we got bigger. That was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome. *He bumps into Alvin, one of the school bullies*

Alvin: Move!

Dipper: Sorry! Welcome to my school- This ain’t no high school, This is the Thunder Dome. Hold your breath and count the days, We’re graduating soon.

Students: White trash!

Dipper: College will be paradise, If I’m not dead by June!…But I know, I know, Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, For a better way. If we changed back then, We could change again. We could be beautiful…

*Pacifica Northwest, one of the popular girls shoves one poor boy to the floor without a care in the world and walks away laughing*

Dipper: ...Just not today. *He goes to help the boy up* Hey, are you okay?

Boy: Get away from me, nerd! *He smacks Dipper’s hand away, grabs his things, and storms off*

Dipper: Geez. *He makes his way into the cafeteria, just drying to keep his head down as he grabs his lunch*

Students: Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!

Dipper: Things will get better, As soon as my letter, Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Away from this coma, Take my diploma, Then I can blow this town! Dream of ivy-covered walls, And smoky French cafés…

Coraline: Watch this!

Dipper: Fight the urge to strike a match, And set this dump ablaze!

*Out of nowhere, Coraline smacks his lunch tray out of his hand*

Coraline: Whoops.

Dipper: Coraline Jones. Third year as linebacker, and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a total ass!

Coraline: What did you say to me, dick?

Dipper: Gah! Nothing! But I know, I know, Life can be- beautiful. I pray, I pray, For a better way. We were kind before, we can be kind once more. We can be beautiful.

Mabel: Dipper!

Dipper: *He turns and waves. Finally, some good people* Hey. Neil Downe, my best friend since diapers, and Mabel Pines, my best friend since birth.

Neil: We on for movie night?

Dipper: Yeah! You’re on Jiffy Pop detail.

Neil: I rented “The Princess Bride”.

Dipper: Haha, again? Wait, don’t you have it memorised by now?

Neil: What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

Raz: Neil Dumptruck! Wide load! *He runs past and smacks Neil’s lunch tray* Ha! Haha!

Dipper: Raz Aquato, quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team! Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf. *Seeing Neil looking upset, Dipper storms over to Raz* Hey! Pick that up, right now!

Ra: I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?

Dipper: Yes, I am. I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend! You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant…

Raz: … You have a zit right there.

*Everyone laughs at Dipper’s embarrassment*

Dipper: … Dear Diary: Why~?

Pacifica: Why do they hate me?

Neil: Why don’t I fight back?

Raz: Why do I act like such a creep?

Dipper: Why~?

Mabel: Why won’t he date me?

Coraline: Why did I hit him?

Students: Why do I cry myself to sleep?

Dipper: Why~?!

Students: Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Get me some cold beer! Something to live for...

*Suddenlt, silence fell over the entire room when three figures stepped through the doors*

Students: Oh-oh… Lili, Wybie, and Dib.

Dipper: And then there’s the Richies. They float above it all.

Students: I love Lili, Wybie, and Dib. I hate Lili, Wybie, and Dib.

Dipper: Wybie Lovat, captain of the baseball team. His grandma is loaded, she owns hotels all over the country.

Students: I want Lili, Wybie, and Dib.

Dipper: Dib Membrane, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but his dad did pay for expensive gladses.

Students: I need Lili, Wybie, and Dib.

Dipper: And Lili Zanotto, the almighty… She is a mythic bitch. They’re solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.

Boy: I’d like to be their boyfriend.

Students: That would be beautiful.

Girl: If I sat at their table, guys would notice me.

Students: So beautiful.

Mabel: I’d like them to be nicer.

Students: That would be beautiful.

Weird Guy: I’d like to kidnap a Richie and photograph them naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave ‘em tied up for the rats…

*Bell rings*

*Lili hangs out outside the boy’s bathroom where’s she’s forced to listen to Dib throwing up in the toilet while Wybie checks on him*

Lili: Grow up, Dib! Bulimia is so ‘87!

Dib: Wybie, I need a mint!

Wybie: What you need is to see a doctor!

Ford: Ah, Lili, Wybie- *Dib throws up* … And Dib. Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell you’re late for class.

Lili: *Wybiw walks out of the bathroom with Dib* Dib wasn’t feeling well. We’re helping him.

Ford: Not without a hall pass you’re not. Week’s detention.

Dipper: *Walks up to Ford with a note* Um, actually, sir, all four of us are out on a hall pass for yearbook committee.

Ford: *Reads the note* … I see you’re all listed. Hurry up. *He gives Dipper the note back* Get where you’re going.

*Once he’s gone, Lili takes the forged note and the Richies inspect it*

Lili: This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?

Dipper: Uh, Dipper. Pines. I crave a boon.

Lili C: What boon?

Dipper: Um, let me sit at your table at lunch, just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they’ll leave me alone.

*The Richies laugh*

Dipper: Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes.

Dib: How about prescriptions?

Lili: Shut up, Dib!

Dib: Sorry, Lili.

Lili: *She looks Dipper up and down for a moment* For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.

Wybie: And a symmetrical face! If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves… That’s very important.

Dib: Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.

Lili: And, you know, you know, you know, This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, And we’re on our way. Get this boy some blush, And, Wybie, I need your brush. Let’s make her beautiful.

Dib: Let’s make him beautiful.

Wybie: Let’s make him beautiful.

Lili: Make him beautiful! Okay?

Dipper: Okay!

*The Richies drag Dipper into a supply closet as the rest of the school day continues*

Coraline: Out of my way, geek.

Mabel: I don’t want trouble.

Raz: You’re gonna die at 3 PM.

Pacifica: Don’t you dare touch me! Get away, pervert!

Neil: What did I ever do to her?

Students: Who could survive this? I can’t escape this! I think I’m dying!

Ford: Who’s that with Lili?

Students: Woah. Lili, Wybie, Dib...

Neil: ...And someone!

Students: Lili, Wybie, Dib...

Raz: ...And a babe!

Students: Lili, Wybie, Dib...

Mabel...Dipper?!

Students: Dipper Pines, Dipper Pines, Dipper Pines!

Dipper: And you know, you know, you know, Life can be beautiful! You hope, you dream, you pray, And you get your way! Ask me how it feels, Lookin’ like hell on wheels. My God, it’s beautiful… I might be beautiful! And when you’re beautiful... It’s a beautiful freakin’ day!

Students: Lili, Wybie, Dib, Dipper! Lili, Wybie, Dib, Dipper! Dipper Pines! Dipper Pines! Dipper Pines! Dipper Pines!

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#coraline #mystery kids #paranorman #gravity falls #psychonauts #the mystery kids #ask stuff #answered ask #heathers au #heathers the musical

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funkingrunkles · 3 years

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Do they have kids in the future?

Ah, good question! I’m gonna discuss this as spoiler free as I can.

In an ideal universe where Charlie knows what’s going on and befriends certain parties in order to solve the portal problem faster, yes. Absolutely. At least three. Stan wants kids so bad, and Charlie knows that. Even though they’re on the fence about it for a while, Stan’s enthusiasm and adoration wins them over.

In this universe, where the story aligns more with canon? No :( Stan’s guilt and the time he puts into the portal means they never really get around to it. But Soos is still there, and Charlie absolutely coddles the shit out of him. And of course, the twins love their Grankle Charlie

#Ancle is a gn version of aunt/uncle #and of course the kids add the gr like on grunkle #someone ask me about Mabel and Charlie's relationship I have hot goss

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wainwrightjakobshammerlock · 3 years

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absolutely no headcanon will ever top the one that says wainwright is angel's (great) uncle. literally none

#like I ALREADY LIKED THE 'j*cks wife was a jakobs' THEORY #THIS HC IS BASED OFF THAT AND IT GIVES ME SO MUCH LIFE #it goes perfectly with my hc that hammerlock's kinda a father figure to gaige #i feel like they would have a similar dynamic to like . stan + rick and mabel + pacifica from gr*vity falls and rick and m*rty except #a bit weirder #but fjxbxnznxb i live for found family ok #my post #text post #headcanons #borderlands #wainwright jakobs #angel the siren

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khaleekenny · 5 years

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Twins

#my art #drawing #my draws #gf #gf mason #gf dipper pines #gf dipper #gf bill #gr bipper #gravity falls bipper #gravity falls bill #gravity falls mabel #gravity falls #bad end friends

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n7spongy · 3 years

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Perhaps one of my favorite scenes in all of Gravity Falls.

Why?

Well, it may not be the *greatest* scene out there. There are far more funnier and heart wrenching scenes in the show (I only need to point to Not What He Seems and the finale). But what this scene was, was something that I completely and totally connected to in every way.

As a kid I had one objective and one objective only each day: to have fun, and as much of it as possible. Anything that got in the way would annoy me because it prevented me from what I thought truly mattered. This made me a naturally more sensitive kid, so one of the things that pissed me off especially was when my dad would force me to do chores (the usual like vacuuming, mopping, dishwashing, and lawn mowing, sometimes multiple in the same day). I *hated* it. Like Dipper, I'd often get into fights with him on how it wasnt my responsibility to do his "dirty work", and I thought he was being stupid and trying to remove the fun from my life, and it blinded me to the favor he was doing me all along.

Years later I finally moved out on my own, and it was then that I truly gained an appreciation for everything he had done for me and made me do. He taught me the necessity of working hard, that I'm ashamed I even had to learn, and that there was a true satisfaction to be gained in doing these kind of chores for *yourself*. It seems like dirty work but the fact that *you* are putting yourself through it is worth commending yourself for, because it all prepares you for growing up, so that when you do become independent you aren't floundering around figuring out what you have to do to take care of yourself.

Whenever I look at Grunkle Stan, I'm reminded of my dad. He's a lovable cynic that likes to bust my ass and mess with me a bit, and at times yeah I did get pissed off, but I know it was all out of love and for a good lesson. And when I see that memory of Stan crying on the playground as a kid, his cries echoing hauntingly through his memories, it made me feel closer to him, and in a way, my dad as well. In Stan's sadness and regret I see my dad's fears of what could happen to me. This is why, out of all relationships in the show, Stan and Dipper's is one of my favorites (just behind Dipper and Mabel's). Their conflict is amazingly well written and honest, and I can tell it's really inspired.

Dreamscaperers is my absolute favorite episode of Gravity Falls. Not only is the art direction beautifully eerie, the humor at its best, and Bill at his most memorable, but it has a genuinely relatable message that gives the episode both heart and melancholy. There's something poetic about Dipper learning the true powers of the mind once he understands the value of hard work and toughening yourself up. Because the true battle is never physical, it's always mental, but you only realize that through physically working hard. I've rewatched this episode constantly since 2013 and I feel bad it took me until these past couple years to truly appreciate this lesson. It's even more relevant now when I'm struggling with nostalgia and depression, because I know the only way forward is to roll with the punches that life gave me through what it took from me, and still push forward anyway.

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#gravity falls #dreamscaperers #analysis #another overlong essay #dipper pines #grunkle stan #stanley pines #venting #this episode is beautiful #how do i accept that a memory is a memory and that ill never get that one precious moment in time back?

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mandaloriandragontrainer · 3 years

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Can’t Breathe

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Bill still haunts the twins’ dreams.

TW: panic attack

It was completely dark. No. Not completely. Thin slits of light filtered in, as though through someone’s fingers.

“Mabel,” Dipper groaned. “Stop doing that.” He reached up to pull her arms down, but found them stiff and unyielding.

“Wowee, you really do have noodle arms, Pine Tree.”

Dipper’s stomach fell to the floor. Not again. Not another dream. Why did they always seem so real?

“G-g-get away from me, B-Bill,” he demanded through chattering teeth. “You’re not real. You’re just-just another dream.”

“You think I don’t know that!? Stupid kid. And here I thought you were smart. I’m a dream demon, Pine Tree. Dreams are where I’m the most real.”

“Go away! You can’t do anything to me! You’re not here! You’re dead!”

Dipper’s feet were pulled out from underneath him. He was staring down at a black abyss, suspending by blue chains. “Look at you up there! Like a little piñata!”

“Leave me alone!” Dipper demanded, flinging his head back and forth searching for the demon. “Where are you!?”

“What kind of question is that, kiddo? You know exactly where I am.”

Hesitantly, Dipper let his gaze wander up... or down... to the abyss. He realized how it reflected like darkened glass. Two yellow eyes stared back, red-rimmed and psychotic.

His own eyes.

***

“You can’t have him!”

Mabel dug her feet into the ground, pushing back her brother’s body. Their whole life, they’d been equally matched. Why was he so much stronger now?

“This was his choice, Shooting Star! You think he’s so smart, dontcha? He should’ve known better than to trust me!”

Bipper flung Mabel back against the ground. “Face it, Shooting Star, your brother is mine. Just like you’re about to be.” He grinned maliciously. “Stanley will never be able to hurt his sweet little pumpkin pie.”

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“It’s like this, sweet’ums,” Bipper bent over and flicked Mabel’s chin. “You and your brother are my slaves now. Either you do exactly what I say when I say it or you’re dead. Worse than dead. Oh-ho, so much worse. Now shake my hand if you ever want to see your brother alive again, honeybun.”

“N-no!” Mabel put her hands to her ears. “This isn’t real, it’s all pretend! It’s just a dream!”

“Funny, your bro-bro said the same thing.” Her hands did nothing to drown out Bill’s maniacal voice. “Why do you fleshbags think a dream makes anything less real? You can’t escape me, babycakes. Even if you.... WAKE UP.”

Mabel screamed and flew up right. A dream. It was just a dream. She was here, in the Shack, in her bed with her purple nightgown and Sev’ral Timez pillowcase and stuffed pony and Waddles sleeping on the rug beside her. No evil laughter. Nothing to hear but her pig’s soft snoring and the buzz of the air conditioner and Dipper’s frantic panting.

Wait.

“Dipper? Are-are you okay?” She whispered.

Nothing but pained wheezes in response.

“Dipper?” She hopped from the bed, socked feet padding across the floor to her brother’s side. “Dipper, what’s wrong?”

Her twin was sitting up, one hand clutching his heart and the other steadying himself on the nightstand. “I-I-I can’t-I can’t-I can’t breathe...” he gasped. “I can’t breathe. Mabel. I can’t-I can’t!”

“Just-just try to slow it down,” she pleaded. “You’re hypervent-hypervent... that word! You’re breathing too fast!”

“Mabel, I’m gonna die,” Dipper choked. “Oh, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die...”

“Don’t say that!” Mabel wailed, tears springing to her eyes. “You’re not! Why are you saying that?”

Dipper fumbled for her hand. He was shaking so much. It terrified her.

“Grunkle Stan!!!” she bawled. “Grunkle Ford!!! Help, please help!!!”

Only a few moments later, footsteps thundered up the stairs in response. The door was kicked open and her grunkles burst into the room in their sleepwear, Stan wielding his brass knuckles and Ford pointing his gun at an invisible threat.

“What is it, Mabel, where’d he go?!” Stan exclaimed, furiously surveying the room.

“It’s Dipper!” She wailed, running to her grunkle and throwing her arms around him. “He can’t breathe and he’s dying!”

Ford quickly holstered his gun and knelt at Dipper’s side. “Mason, look at me. Look me in the eyes.”

“I-I can’t breathe, Gr-Grunkle Ford,” Dipper grabbed his hand in terror. “I’m d-dying.”

“Listen to me, Mason. You’re not dying. You’re having a panic attack. Look at me. I know it’s frightening, but you’re safe. I’m right here with you. You’re not going to die.”

“I-I can’t.... I can’t...”

“What’s 2 times 3?”

“Wha-what?”

“2 times 3, my boy.”

“S-s-six.”

“Very good. What about 28 divided by 7?”

“F-four.”

Mabel glanced back at her brother from Stan’s hug. “Why is he making him do math?”

“I think he’s trying to calm him down, sweetie. Must be a nerd thing.”

“Very good job,” Ford gently rubbed Dipper’s back. “See? Your breathing is already slowing down. Can you breathe in through your nose?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Excellent. Breathe in deeply and hold it if you can. Out through the mouth.”

Dipper obeyed, although his breath wobbled. Stan flipped on the light, and Mabel could see her brother’s sleep shirt was completely soaked through with sweat.

“I couldn’t breathe,” he mumbled, clutching his uncle’s fingers like a lifeline.

“Shhh, boy. Just focus on breathing. We need to bring your heart rate down.”

“See, pumpkin?” Stan kneeled to eye level with his niece and gave her a hug. “Your brother’s just fine. He’s not goin anywhere.”

“It was Bill,” Dipper whimpered. “He was in my dream. He stole my body again, but-but it was like I was still in it too.” He looked at Ford, brown eyes wide and afraid. “Was it just a dream, Grunkle Ford? What if he’s really there?”

“Bill’s astral form was destroyed, my boy,” Ford assured. “But even if he were able to piece himself back together enough to enter your dreams, you have to remember he can’t hurt you there.”

“It-it felt like he could...” Tears started to roll down Dipper’s cheeks. He buried his face in his knees, unable to keep his shoulders from shuddering. “I could feel everything and-and I couldn’t make it stop. Not like when we were in Stan’s head.”

“He said we were his slaves.”

“What?” Ford turned to Mabel, surprised by her statement.

“He-he was in my dream, too,” Mabel ducked her head under Stan’s arm, feeling as though Bipper could pounce her again if she didn’t stay hidden. “He was in Dipper’s body like he was at the puppet show. And-and he said me and Dipper were his and-and if we didn’t do what he said he’d hurt us really bad. And before I woke up he said that dreams were just as real as being awake.”

Ford was silent for a moment. “Come over here, Mabel.” She shuffled to him and let him lift her onto Dipper’s bed. “I promise you two are completely safe here. Stan and I will never let any harm come to you, understand?”

The twins nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“I wish I could tell you for sure that it wasn’t actually Bill you encountered. I wish I could tell you it was nothing more than a dream. But the truth is, I don’t know. It was foolish of me to be so certain he was gone for good. I promise you, I’ll find out for sure if he’s back, and if he is, together we will find a way to destroy him once and for all. But in the meantime, I’ll teach you how to combat him in your dreams.”

“What about tonight?” Mabel asked quietly, leaning against her brother’s shoulder. “I always sleep with Mom and Dad when I have a nightmare.”

“You-you can sleep with me,” Dipper offered.

“Why don’t both of you sleep in our room tonight?” Stan interjected. “Sixer and I will get started in the lab.”

“Your room?” Dipper wrinkled his nose. “Can we change the sheets first?”

“You wanna sleep outside, kid?”

“Maybe we could make a fort,” Mabel suggested. “I taped some extra unicorn hair in my scrapbook. We could use it to protect the fort.”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” Ford smiled. “You feel up to it, Dipper?”

“Yeah.” He slid down from the bed. “I’ll definitely sleep better.”

Stan watched the kids disappear down the stairs. “You really think you’ll be able to do something, Poindexter?”

Ford sighed. “I honestly don’t know. I’m still hoping these really are only just dreams. But you can never tell for sure when it comes to Bill.”

“Ah, if he shows up, I’ll just whallop him again. Didn’t hold up well against it last time.”

Ford shook his head. “Let’s make sure the kids are getting along all right.”

In their room, the grunkles found a lean-to of couch cushions covered with a sheet, unicorn hair pasted at the base. A crayon-colored sign stating “UNDER CONSTRUCTION” was taped at the top. Inside, the twins were collapsed in a heap, exhausted from the ordeal.

“They’re safe, Stanley.”

His brother smiled at him. “And we’ll keep it that way.”

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls fanfic #pines family #dipper pines #mabel pines #ford pines #stan pines #stanford pines #stanley pines #bill cipher #bipper #tw: panic attack #mason pines #hurt/comfort #mando writes

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dawn-falls · 6 months

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Hello. How are you doing? I'm not really fine, but now I'm getting better :)

Anyways, to calm my nerves, my stepsis and I started drawing and I decided to draw my children from Reverse Rises.

Top Left: Gideon Southeast

Top Right: Mabel Pleasure

Bottom: Innocent Mabel Pleasure

And a bonus! Because I made two crossovers with Reverse Rises: One with Defying Gravity (aka the Reverse Rises with alternative swaps) and the other with Gravity Rises. I was inspired by Ruri's (DG creator) story of the Mabels (GR and DG) swapping bodies, as well as an one-shot by my brother also inspired by them. So I drew Pacifica Pleasure in Pacifica Pines' body.

Drawing with a pen is haaaaaaaaaard!

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minijenn · 3 years

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Really interested in the interactions between the UF Pines Twins and the GR Twins. Particular UF Dipper and GR Mabel considering they're the smart ones

Hahah yeah those interactions will be... interesting

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.II

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.I - ch.III

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No one had ever seen Stanford so angry. Down below, lightning struck the Earth fiercely. A bolt even hit a tree, making it catch on fire, and it grew until the whole forest was ablaze. Thousands of humans prayed for the gods to show them mercy and forgive them for whatever they did wrong, but their pleas were ignored as every god was sent out and coordinated by Fiddleford to find the lost baby.

While awaiting for any results, Stanford paced the temple with Mabel in his arms, sensing his anxiety and missing her twin, and therefore crying weakly into his chest, clinging onto him for dear life. His anger finally burning out, Stanford ceased his pacing and cradled his grandniece as he blinked his eyes dry.

It hit him right then and there with a force that would kill a mortal that this tiny little girl was quite possibly his only family left. Stanford had sworn to keep her and Mason safe and he had failed just one month into the job. They had been home, secure and guarded, and yet Stanford failed to keep them safe and now Mason could be hurt or worse. And he could have lost Mabel, too.

Shaking, the distraught god kissed Mabel’s head softly and whispered, “I’m sorry, my dear. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Footsteps could be heard. Stanford knew something was wrong when Fiddleford was not using his god-like speed to run to deliver the message. He was stalling, walking like a mortal. The god of intelligence swallowed the lump in his throat down and waited for his friend to speak.

Fiddleford sighed. “We found him. He’s alive. A very nice family took him into their orphanage n’ are takin’ good care o’ him.”

“Why did you leave him there?” Stanford asked. “Why didn’t you bring my boy home?”

“Stanford, he can never come home. He’s mortal now.”

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The ruler of the gods sat at his massive desk, holding his head as he re-read the reports of the sun’s chariot and when it was due to be covered by the moon, when he heard a small, childish giggle. He smiled to himself and rolled a scroll shut, deciding he had accomplished enough work for today.

“Hm, I wonder where my little starshine is.” Grunkle Ford thought out-loud and heard more giggling. He looked around the vast, open room, pretending to search, though he was quite sure he knew where his little girl was. “Is she hiding? She wouldn’t hide from her old man, would she?”

The giggling grew and was shushed in a hasty attempt to remain hidden. Grunkle Ford grinned and quickly lifted the whole desk with his super strength, but he was surprised to find no child beneath him. “Hm, where is my favorite niece?”

“Here I am!” A loud cheer ran behind him and made Grunkle Ford jump. He turned to find a little brown-haired girl in a white dress hanging from his big hair, grinning with a missing tooth in her mouth and with eyes that sparkled and shined.

“There you are!” Grunkle Ford tried to grab her, but Mabel hopped down and ran away.

“You gotta catch me!”

“Come here, you!” Grunkle Ford laughed as he ran after her, wiggling his twelve fingers, promising tickles if she was caught.

Mabel ran as fast as she could. Not quite as fast as Uncle Fiddleford could, but still fast. She ran through the halls of vases full of pictures and through the garden and in the fields of clouds, passing laughing gods as she did so and calling out hello and good morning to them. At long last Stanford dove and they tumbled on some fluffy cumulus.

“Got you!” Grunkle Ford laughed, making Mabel laugh, and he began to tickle her and nuzzle his little scruff against her neck, tickling her even more.

“Gr-Grunkle F-F-Ford, no!” The young god laughed. He ceased his tickling, having Mabel in his lap, and they both calmed down and reminisced in each other’s company. “All done with your boring grown-up work?” Mabel asked.

“For today, yes.”

“Yay! Can we play today? We can play sword-fighting!”

“That does sound like fun, but remember you have your art lessons with the muses soon.” Ford gently brought up.

Mabel’s smile dimmed. She liked her lessons, but she liked playing with her grunkle more. “Oh, okay. But can we play when I’m done.”

“Of course, and Fiddleford should be done with his messages by then, so he should be able to join us.”

“YAY!” Mabel cheered and bounced in her guardian’s lap. Playing with Grunkle ford was the best, but playing with Grunkle Ford and Uncle Fiddleford was the best best!

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Mabel peeked out onto the valley below them. Just outside of the clouds was a vast valley filled with wildflowers. She could run around and play and even pick some flowers for Grunkle ford to surprise him. This was a good plan. Mabel smiled and took one step outside of the golden gate, but a pair of arms scooped her up and hugged her.

“Where are you going, young lady?”

“Grunkle Ford, let go.” Mabel giggled.

“Now, you know better than to leave Olympus.” Grunkle Ford said kinda stern-like.

“I’m just going down there, that’s all.” Mabel whined her explanation, pointing at the valley below. “I’ll be right back, I promise! I wanna go exploring.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you don’t go out there.” Grunkle Ford put her down so she could stand beside him. “It’s dangerous. You could get…”

“Hurt or get lost or even get kidnapped.” Mabel quoted. She had heard this many times before.

Grunkle Ford chose to ignore her cheekiness. “So, please, remember to stay inside Olympus…”

“At all times,” Mabel finished for him. “And if I see any strangers, don’t talk to them. Come straight home. Okay, okay.” She sighed as Fiddleford joined them, having heard much of the conversation.

“Mind your guardian, Mabel.” He warmed gently.

“Yes, Uncle Fidds.” She said, hugged them both, and ran off to play in the gardens.

“And be careful not to…”

“Stanford, who does she remind ya of?” Fiddleford asked with a chuckle. Stanford raised an eyebrow warningly at his friend, but then Fiddleford said, “She’s just like ya when ya were a youngin.”

“That’s what worries me.” Stanford sighed.

“She’s a god, for Hera’s sake, she’ll be fine.” Fiddleford assured him, ruffled the god’s graying fluffy air, and left him alone to his many thoughts.

~~~~~~~~~~

Mabel broke off a piece of the twig and threw it down on the clouds, watching it disappear through a little hole and the cloud reform, her legs dangling off the edge of the temple as she growled in her throat and snapped off another piece of twig. Uncle Fiddleford bit back his chuckle and sat next to her. “Need somebody t’talk to, lil’ Sweet Tea?”

“I just wish Grunkle Ford would talk to me.” The twelve-year-old snapped bitterly. She hated that; she didn’t like getting angry, and she especially didn’t like getting angry at someone who was trying to help. She took in a deep breath to collect herself and she began to explain herself. “I was in the Hall of Records.”

“Hm, hm.” Uncle Fiddleford hummed and nodded, to show he was listening.

“And I saw that vase again with Grunkle Ford holding two babies.”

“Hm, hm.”

“When I asked him about it he took it from me and told me to go away. Well, okay, he told me to go out and play, but he wouldn’t answer my questions or even talk to me or look at me.” Mabel was kicking her legs to let out some energy. She was a sweet girl who never hated anything or anyone, but she hated secrets. “I know that baby was me and someone else but Grunkle Ford won’t say who! Why won’t he just talk to me?!”

“Mabel, sweetie,” Uncle Fiddleford put an arm around her shoulders and she instantly threw her stick down and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m sure he wants t’talk t’ya, but it hurts.”

Mabel blinked and looked up at Uncle Fiddleford when he said that. “Why? Did… I do something wrong?”

“No, honey, no.” Uncle Fiddleford quickly corrected himself and petted her long brown hair. “No, it’s not your fault, it’s just… You’re the only family he has now. That’s why he’s so overprotective, see, n’ why… n’ why he doesn’t wanna talk ‘bout your brother.”

Mabel stared at him with a hanging jaw. “My brother?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Stanford held his head, his twelve fingers combing his gray fluff. He was doing it again. Making mistakes, letting Mabel down. He knew he should be more honest with her, but she would never look at him the same way again. Mabel was bound to blame him for the disappearance of her twin, just like he did, and the immortal didn’t think he could live with that precious little girl hating him.

A small hand touched his shoulder and he lifted his gaze from his hands, sitting up at his desk to try to appear more put-together than he really was. “Mabel, how may I help you?” He asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose and then smiled at her.

Mabel climbed up into his lap slowly and wrapped her arms and legs around him so she was giving her a powerful Mabel-hug. Grunkle Ford hugged her back and combed her hair with his fingers and rubbed her back, but was floored by what she had to say. “I know about Mason.”

The god’s hold tightened. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m not mad.” Mabel shared quickly in hopes that Grunkle Ford wouldn’t blame himself. “It wasn’t your fault, you know.”

“No, Mabel it was.”

“Grunkle…”

“You and your brother were… are my responsibility.” He said grimly. “I’m supposed to look after you, protect you, and I failed to do that. Your brother, Mason, was under my watch, under my protection, and someone stole him and turned him mortal.”

“Isn’t there something we can do?” Mabel mumbled into his chest.

“There isn’t.” Grunkle Ford said tiredly, but then made himself add something so Mabel wouldn’t give up hope, like he had. “At least, there is nothing we can do.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos and Melody held onto each other tightly on the cart, one grinning with excitement, one slightly terrified. “Dipper, slow down!” Melody shouted.

The twelve-year-old was deaf to the call as the wind howled in his ear from his speed. Despite being a scrawny kid with noodle arms and legs, Dipper was much stronger than he looked. Clumsily strong, but his strong legs promised speed when he chose to run, and with nothing but wide open spaces in front of him, in his mind, he was free to roam like a wild horse.

“You got it, dude!”

“Soos!”

“What? Best way to control his strength is to use it more.”

“Yeah, but… slow down, Dipper, we’re coming up into town!”

At once, the boy planted his heels on the ground, creating craters in the dirt, and the cart jolted so hard that Soos flew off and hit the wall of a building with a crunch.”

“Oh, man!” Dipper gasped and helped his boss up. “S-Sorry, Soos.”

“It’s cool, dawg,” Soos said calmly, dusting off his dirty, dark green toga and brown cap, smiling. “Best stop so far! You didn’t even break the cart.”

Dipper smiled sheepishly at that; most kids didn’t have to worry about that, but hey Abuelita always said count your blessings. “Want me to unload for you?” He offered, picking up the huge stacks of hay with one hand like it was as light as a feather.

“No, not yet, first I gotta finagle with the dude.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Any idea how much we made this season?” Melody asked, looking up the huge stack of hay Dipper let down on the cart with a loud bump.

“Well, let’s see…”

“Two tons of hay, making the weight four-thousand-and-three pounds, with a value of one-hundred-and-seventy-one euros.” Dipper stated plainly, not in a snobbish way like she should have known that, but in a way that made it clear that it seemed obvious to him.

This was not a surprise to either of the love birds. Not only was the orphan incredibly strong (and clumsy), he was very intelligent and had a head for numbers and math. “Wow, impressive, dude. Okay, you stay by the cart while Melody and I see if we can work out a deal.” Soos said and they walked into the ring of the town and entered a store.

Dipper sighed from the heat and leaned back on the cart, entertaining his imagination by multiplying thousands in his head, when he heard something that sounded like a struggle. The boy saw the other fellow farmer, Lady Susan, struggling with a huge box of fruits as she tried to carry it into the store, but Dipper hurried to her and helped her not drop it.

“Careful,” He said gently as Lady Susan sighed with relief, grateful for the extra pair of hands as her helper was hidden by the crate.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” He said, peeking around to smile at the old lady.

At once her smile dropped. “D-D-D-Dipper, it’s you. H-Hi.”

“Hi. Let me help you take this inside…”

“Oh, that’s okay sweetie.” Lazy Susan said quickly and snatched the crate out of his hands and struggled into the store. “I-I-I-I got it, y-y-you go on and p-play.”

“You sure?” Dipper asked; it looked like Susan might break her back.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine!” And Lazy Susan let the door slam behind her.

Dipper kicked the dirt as he made his way back to the cart, but a frisbee blocked his path. He picked it up just as three boys his age came running, but froze like ice at the sight of him. “Hey, you need another guy?” Dipper asked, hoping for a chance to play. Maybe he could prove he wasn’t as weird as people thought.

“Uh, s-s-sorry, Dip, but we already got five and we want to keep it an even number.”

“Five isn’t…” But the frisbee was snatched and the three ran off before he could say another word, but that didn’t stop the hurtful mutter of “nerd” and “weirdo” from reaching his ears.

Dipper leaned back against the cart, hands behind his back. He tried to get his mind back to multiplying numbers, but voices echoed in his head. No wonder he was an orphan. No one would want a…

“Heads up!” The frisbee came flying back, way over Dipper’s head, but excited for a chance to show that he could do something right, he ran after the toy and jumped to catch it, a smile on his face, hoping and praying that for once…

SMACK! Dipper flew right into a pillar that wiggled and looked incredibly unstable. Dipper quickly stood up and tried to hold it still, seeing how if it fell a whole building would collapse. “No, no, no! Not again!”

One wrong motion and the pillar smacked into the opposite one, creating a domino-effect with the houses and buildings. Dipper gasped in horror and thought that if he could run to where the crash was happening, he could stop it. He freed his arms by throwing the pillar, but that caused another domino-effect. Dipper yelled with fear and ran as fast as he could to the edge of the town, but he was too late. Two huge rows of buildings were now reduced to rubble.

It was like all the townsfolk shot up at once and stared at Dipper. He smiled sheepishly and wiggled his fingers, but he didn’t have nearly enough charm to get out of this mess.

Soos and Melody were by his side in an instant. “Dipper…”

“That’s IT!” Lazy Susan screamed as she emerged from the rubble that was her store. “We can’t keep cleaning up after this boy, Ramirez!”

The whole town yells like an angry mob in agreement. “L-Look, I’m really sorry, it was an accident.” Dipper stuttered. “I’ll clean it up, I can…”

“Haven’t you already done enough?!”

“He’s too dangerous to be around normal people!”

“Yeah!”

“Dudes, dudes, please,” Soos called and got everyone to quiet down. “He’s just a kid, he just can’t control his strength, but he will someday, just you wait and see.”

“I’m sorry, but we just can’t keep doing this!” Lazy Susan shrieked, stressed and angry. “You just keep that… that… freak outta town!”

The crowd yelled and shouted in agreement, leaving poor Dipper alone with the odd couple who were now shunned because of him. At least the cart was still in one piece.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos stood at the doorway of the orphanage that sat on the farm. All the other kids had gone to bed or were inside playing, but one boy sat on the highest hill by a tree, watching the stars appear as the sun was setting. He was always stargazing. Soos sighed to himself and walked up the hill to try to help. “Dipper, you… don’t listen to those jerks. They’re just…”

“Soos, they’re right!” Dipper yelled and kicked the dirt beneath his sandals. “I am a freak! I try to fit in, I really do! But… I just can’t.”

“That’s a good thing, dude.” Soos said and stood next to the boy, who gave him a surprised look. “You shouldn’t try to be like anybody else. You should try to be like you, dawg, cuz you’re pretty cool.”

“No I’m not.”

“What, you kidding?” Soos lightly punched his shoulder. “Helping the lil’ dudes with school, getting tons of work done on the farm. You’re a cool dude, dude. Trust me.”

Dipper shrugged. “I guess, I just… I feel like I really don’t belong here.” He looked up at his caretaker and asked, “You said you and Melody found me, right?” When Soos nodded, Dipper pulled his metal out from under his toga and gazed down at the symbol of the gods. “This is the only clue I have to figuring out where I am from. Maybe… maybe if I know where I came from it’ll help me figure out who I am, why I’m so… weird.”

The boy sighed and tucked his necklace back under his clothes. He looked up at Soos and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m ready to go.”

To his surprise, Soos was smiling. “I know you are, dude. You’re old enough to know what you wanna do. I’ll help you pack.”

Dipper grinned and hurried back to the orphanage with him.

At sunrise, Dipper stood outside where he had been raised. Abuelita gave him a satchel full of food, Melody gave him a cloak to wear to beat the cold, and Soos gave him a noogie in farewell. With one last hug, the boy was off to discover where he belonged and who he was.

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