Gravity Falls Separated AU

The official blog for DeathStricken's Gravity Falls AU, Separated. Mabel and Dipper were separated at birth, only to meet later on in Gravity Falls. Click The Story for full synopsis.

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Thinking about doing some rewrites.

thinks are super crazy right now. I'm not exactly sure I like where I'm going with this; it's definitely not what I'd planned. I'm going to go back and rewrite some of my old stuff. I had other things planned, including a short filler feat. past Dipper! Sorry that this is getting kinda tedious. Love ya, DeathStricken

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Excuses, excuses...

Hey all, DeathStricken here, sorry that this isn't a new chapter! I've been super busy lately with my school's one act festival. (My director's a pretty scary guy). But I'm here for a small emergency. I am opening commissions for one shots. I'm writing short one shots, probably $10 each? I write for Gravity Falls, Rick and Morty, Steven Universe, Star vs The Forces of Evil, Homestuck, and most animes ( Just ask, I'll probably know it. Not Naruto, sorry.) I will write any ship (yes, even things like Pinescest). I just ask that you don't request anything M rating (sex-wise). Dm me to ask any questions, or to commission. I am accepting pay pal only please. I really need money right now, so this would mean a lot to me! Thank you all, I love you so much, DeathStricken

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Sneak Peak Into the Future!

Okay this piece is nowhere close to where the story is right now, but I really wanted to get this off my chest. Plus, there has been a serious lack of update lately. So, here’s this, a tumblr exclusive!

Bzzt bzzt…

Bzzt bzzt…

Bzzt bzzt…

Dipper groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. Mabel’s phone had been buzzing for the past ten minutes and it’s really been pissing him off. As much as he hated her terrible ringtones, vibrate was almost worse. Almost.

He pulled himself up off of the bed and dragged himself across the room to the wooden desk the phone was sitting on. Mabel’d been in the bathroom for the past fifteen minutes doing god-knows-what.

he rubbed his eyes tiredly, and picked up the phone. He went to hit answer- and tell whoever it was to fuck off until Mabel could call them back- when he saw the caller ID on the screen.

<3 Mom Pines <3

Dipper stared at the screen. That was… that was his mother on the other end, trying to get ahold of his twin sister. The twin sister he didn’t even know he had.

His thumb his answer before his brain could tell him not to. He held the phone to his ear, took a deep breath, and spoke.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweetie. I’ve been calling you like crazy, what’s the hold up?”

“Sorry, I was in the bathroom.” his voice broke, and he held a hand to his mouth. This was her. This was the voice of his actual mother.

“Hey, are you okay?” He could hear the concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, nearly choking on his words. A tear slid down his cheek. “I just really missed you.”

“Aw, I missed you too, baby. Are you coming down with something? Your voice sounds weird.”

“Just a cold, mom, nothing to worry about.” He sniffed, pushing his palm across his cheek. “So what’s up?” he asked, trying to put on his best Mabel.

“Oh, nothin’,” she replied. “Just thought I’d check in. Everything going okay? School’s good?”

“Yeah,” he said, breathing a laugh. “School’s great mom.” He sat down on the bed, drawing his knees up to his chest. “It’s great.”

There was another voice on the other end, and Dipper felt his stomach drop.

“Oh, hang on- Mabes, I’m putting your dad on, he’s practically tackling me right now.” She laughed, and Dipper laughed with her, though it was watery and weird sounding.

“Heya, noodle.”

Dipper bit his lip, feeling more tears spilling over onto his cheeks.

“Heya, dad,” he said, his voice cracking and breaking. He wondered what kind of nickname he would’ve gotten from his dad if he’d known him.

“Hey, knock knock.”

“Who’s there?” Dipper asked, laughing quietly.

“Boo.”

“Boo who?”

“Don’t cry, it’s just your dad!”

Dipper laughed, wiping his nose across the sleeve of his shirt.

“Good one,” he said, laughing and crying into it.

“Is that my phone?”

Dipper’s head whipped up. Mabel stood at the door, hairbrush in one hand, toothbrush in the other. She looked at him, a mix of confused, angry, and betrayed.

“I gotta go, talk to you later?” Dipper said, chewing at his lip. His dad said goodbye, and Dipper whispered out an ‘i love you’ before hanging up the phone. He dropped it on the bed beside him.

“Well?” Mabel asked, hands now moved to her hips.

“It was mom and dad,” he said quiet. He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his palms into them. He heard shuffling around, then the bed dipped and he felt Mabel’s arms around him. And he didn’t push her away.

He buried his face into her neck, shaking as he cried silently. Mabel sat and hugged him, not showing any signs of wanting to let go.

“She sounds beautiful,” he whispered.

“She is,” Mabel whispered back. “And she’s the sweetest women in the world.”

“I miss her already,” Dipper said, laughing bitterly.

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I have kik now!

Feel free to kik me and whine about my lack of updates! Or, pitch me ideas or whatever. Kik me: douchebagmcpickle

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Fuck I hate keeping you guys waiting so I'm going to start working on a filler chapter tonight I feel so bad I'm so sorry don't hate me /)^(\

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I wanted to give you a sneak peak but everything is a spoiler whoop check out my personal account for other fics sry luv u bye

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Chapter 7 has been started (again)! I had some time at the end of Auto today so I gave it another shot. So far so good I guess, still not entirely sure where I'm going with this -.-

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For those of you waiting for a new chapter…. ugh. Okay, my explanation is that I have waaaaay too little of this planned out. I myself am trying to come up with a timeline, but everything is all over the place. There’s so much I want to do, but I don’t have anywhere to put it. I don’t even know how I want this to end. Actually, that’s not necessarily true. But, the point being, I’m working on it. I want to draw out a physical timeline, and hopefully try and go off of that. All that I know now is that I’m scrapping chapter 7. It’s too soon for the events of that chapter. Too soon. Thank you for bearing with me. 

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<p>Update: got a real time board account and I’m trying to map it out there. So far so good I guess…I really wish I had a partner I could bounce ideas off of.</p>

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For those of you waiting for a new chapter.... ugh. Okay, my explanation is that I have waaaaay too little of this planned out. I myself am trying to come up with a timeline, but everything is all over the place. There’s so much I want to do, but I don’t have anywhere to put it. I don’t even know how I want this to end. Actually, that’s not necessarily true. But, the point being, I’m working on it. I want to draw out a physical timeline, and hopefully try and go off of that. All that I know now is that I’m scrapping chapter 7. It’s too soon for the events of that chapter. Too soon. Thank you for bearing with me. 

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Sneak peak of a little somethin I’m working on c;

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Chapter 7 Mabel sketch for you guys. It’s really rough. I actually hate traditional art since I’ve gone digital.

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"There was a look of pity in her eyes. She quickly excused herself from the girls she was talking to and sauntered over (because what she was doing was not walking). She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and stood beside his locker." -Chapter 7

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Future chapter Mabel sketch for you guys. It’s really rough. I actually hate traditional art since I’ve gone digital.

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hi!! I'll send in ur doodles as soon as I can get better pictures!!! this au is rlly great, ty for it! (and I guess u can call me dipper anon if u want?? I'll prob be here a lot ; w ;)

Awesome! You can put them in either the submit box or tag me in a post and I can reblog. Thank you for your compliments! And I now dub thee Dipper Anon! Surprise in store for the next chapter *wink*

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is the new chap gonna be out soon? :0 i rlly like this!! (i might doodle some art later??)

Working it on my friend! I was hoping to get it out a little while ago but I'm a little blocked right now. I'm trying to work of my timeline, but I swear I'll have it out soon! And please, doodle something! I would love to see it.

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Chapters 3-6 are up on the blog!

Sorry it took so long to post those!

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Separated | Chapter 6

Stan Pines. If you asked anyone about Stan Pines, they'd tell you that his business was just starting to take off. It was a little rocky at first, one might say, but he's really picking things up. Another might tell you that he probably shouldn't be trusted, I mean, that guy is a hermit for years and now he's suddenly running a tourist attraction out of his house? I mean, come on, they'd say, get real. "Excuse me?" Mark Pines said, tapping on the shoulder of a short women holding a baby. "Do you know where I might find Stan Pines?" The woman's face lit up. "Stan Pines? Of course!" She said. "Are you from out of town? I bet you heard about the Mystery Shack, right?" "Mystery Shack?" Amy questioned, looking suspiciously over at her husband. "Oh yes!" The women said. "Just up the hill going north. You can't miss it. There are signs everywhere. Have fun!" She giggled quietly. "You won't believe the wonders there!" Amy frowned at Mark, holding her twins close to her chest. She'd already been sceptical of talking to Stan. He came to almost none of the family gatherings and when he did, he was weird and his face was always buried in this red book, scribbling away and muttering nonsense. "I trust my uncle," Mark said, though his face wasn't totally convincing. "I hung out with him all the time as a kid. Trust me." Amy's frown didn't move, but she begrudgingly passed Mabel over to her husband and followed him up the hill. The woman was right when she said you couldn't miss it. There were signs nailed to trees advertising the "Mystery Shack" "house of mystery!" "Go see the man of mystery himself!" Amy did not look pleased. Mark told himself she was just tired. When they reached the Shack, which was quite literally a shack, the sign on the door said closed. The lights inside were dimmed down- probably to save money, cheap Uncle Stan- but it was obvious that inside was a gift shop. Mark knocked on the door. You can't just walk in, this is a business after all. "We're closed!" Came a gruff voice from inside. "Come back tomorrow." "Uncle Stan? It's Mark, your nephew?" "What?" "Mark. Your nephew!" "What? I can't hear you?" "Jesus Christ Stan open the door!" The door opened and there stood a man with in a black suit and a fez. There was an eyepatch over his right eye, and glasses on top of that. "Mark!" He said, surprise covering his face. He pulled off the eyepatch which revealed a regular eye. Sales gimmick maybe? "W-what are you doing here?" Mark smiled and Stan was smiling right back. "This is my wife Amy," he said, stepping back to show the short women. "And your great-nieces, Mabel and Morgan." Surprise appeared again at the mention of the two children, which he noticed immediately after. The girl in Mark's arms reached out curiously for Stan. "We...we want to ask you a favour," Mark said, looking over at his wife. She was already started to get choked up, staring down at the girl in her arms. "Do you think we could come in?" -o- "Why me though?" Stan asked, looking down at the small child sleeping in his arms. Morgan Pines. A fitting name for such a creature. "Of all of your family, why me?" Mark sighed. "You know dad, Stan. He'll shove it in my face any moment he gets. 'You really can't handle this one, huh, Mark? A shame really.' You know what I mean?" "And my family is batshit crazy," Amy piped in. "I'm not sure how my parents would act, and my sister already has three children of her own." "You helped raise me, Stan, you're not half bad with children." Stan looked down at Morgan. She was so young. He knew what she would be going through if they had to spilt them up later in life. Do it now before they get attached to each other. "I...I'll do it." Amy's head whipped up. "Y-you will?" There were tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill out over her cheeks. Stan nodded solemnly. Amy passed Mabel over to her husband and rushed over to give Stan a hug. Mark looked surprised by this, but figured it was best to go with it. "You g-give that girl everything," she said sternly. "You make sure that she's happy." "I'll do everything in my power to make sure she grows up happy," Stan said, wrapped his free arm around the smaller women. "I'll give her the best goddamn childhood ever." -o- It took a lot of coaxing to get Morgan to release the tooth fairy. When they eventually did, she began yelling at them in a teeny voice that was difficult to understand. Then she flew away with Morgan's tooth. "Did she at least leave you a dollar?" Stan asked when she was out the window. "Not a dime," she replied, shaking her head. Stan ruffled her hair and shook his head. "I think maybe it's time we send you to school." Morgan hopped up onto one of the kitchen chairs, her smile wide. "Really?" She asked, swinging her legs. "You're pretty cool, Grunkle Stan, but it gets boring here sometimes. I can't do tours forever you know." Stan laughed and stood up to make breakfast. "I know, I know. How old are you now? 6?" "7!" Morgan yelled, sounding offended. "Right, right," he said, grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge. "You're a smart kid. You can count and shit. How about second grade then? You think you can handle that?" "Yes sir!" She shouted and stood up on her chair to salute him. "Second grade...AWAAAAAY!" -o- "Alright class," Mrs Abigail said with a sweet smile. "This is your new friend, Morgan Pines. Would you like to tell us something about yourself sweetie?" Morgan placed her hands her hips. "It's a science-tific fact that one in seven people is an alien and I'm gonna find out which one of you suckers it is!" Mrs Abigail laughed uncomfortably before sending her off to sit down. "Your name tag is over with those girls over there," she said and sent Morgan on her way. Morgan walked over at sat down at a desk that was pushed together against three others. The one beside her was empty, and in front of her sat two girls. "Hello, my name is Candy," one of the girls said, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Your speech about aliens is very inspiring. I will help you hunt for the foe. "And I'm Grenda," the other girl all but yelled. She pushed her pencil bag across the table and coloured markers began spilling out. "We're not supposed to colour our name tags, but we do it anyway, and you should too." Morgan's eyes widened as she stared at the strange pair in front of her. "Okay!" She said finally and began digging into the markers. "I'm gonna draw gnomes and sea monsters on mine! You wanna know about the time that I caught the tooth fairy?" Morgan became fast friends with Candy and Grenda, and when she got home, she talked Stan's ear off about them. "They're going to help me catch aliens!" She gushed. "We think it's this weirdo named Jason, he smells like wet dogs!" Stan was pleased with how well school seemed to be going to Morgan. He wasn't sure why he didn't think of this sooner. School went well for about a week. Morgan had started stealing shorts from the lost and found and throwing her skirts up into trees. No big deal, Stan told himself, just dress her in shorts from now on. "It's easier to catch aliens in shorts," Morgan had explained. "And skirts are ugly anyway." The next week, Stan got a strange phone call from Morgan's teacher... "Alright class! We're going to play a game! Boys on the left side of the room, and girls on the right." The boys and girls scattered and made their way to their halves of the room. Morgan watched everyone move while she just stood in the middle. She looked back and forth and then ran over to the left. The class went crazy. "What are you doing you dumby?" One of the boys said and pulled on her pigtail. She grabbed it back from him and stepped back. "This is the left, not the right. Go over there!" "Morgan, sweetie, you have to go to the girls side," Mrs Abigail said. "Why?" Morgan asked defiantly. "I don't belong over there." "You're a girl," one of the boys said. "Are you stupid or something?" "Tommy! That's rude." Tommy pushed Morgan from behind. "Go to your side!" Morgan stood up and pushed him back. "This is my side!" She yelled back. Tommy pushed her again. She growled. "We just want to play, you idiot!" "Left hook!" Morgan yelled at the top of her lungs, and acted accordingly. -o- "Tommy's stupid, I hate Tommy." Morgan looked over at her uncle, pouting. "He was being mean to me! He called me names." She kept looking at her uncle. "I saaaid Tommy's stupid and mean." She dropped her pout. "Grunkle Stan?" Stan sighed. "What were you thinking? Why did you punch him in the face?" Morgan looked surprised. He...he wasn't taking her side. "Grunkle Stan! He was being mean and stupid. He pushed me! I had to punch him!" "Why didn't you just go to the other side?" Morgan groaned and crossed her arms. "Again with the stupid sides! I don't want to go over to the other side. I'm not a girl." Stan frowned and looked at her. "What do you mean you're not a girl? Of course you're a girl." "No I'm not! I don't like being called a girl. It doesn't feel right." She was back to pouting. The old man sighed again. "Alright kid," he said ruffling her hair. "No more punching boys in the face, got it?" "Not even Tommy?" "Especially not Tommy." -o- When Morgan turned 10, she had her first sleepover with Candy and Grenda. The three of them were close since the first day they met, but even as they got older, Morgan felt out of place with them. Even still, she went along with it when they dragged her to Candy's house for a sleepover. "Morgan," Candy said, crossing her arms. "You have not told us who you have a crush on. We know you like someone." Apparently that's was all girls said, no matter how much they insist they don't like anyone. It turned out, Grenda like Jason from elementary school who still sort of smells like wet dog, and Candy was interested in an overly confident ginger kid named Jeffery. "Come on, girl! Spill it!" Grenda yelled. The brunet felt herself cringe. "I don't really have any interest in boys," Morgan said, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I think girls are far superior." Grenda and Candy exchanged glances. "But you have to like some boy," Candy insisted. "What about Tommy? He is a nice boy." "Are you kidding me?" Morgan said, uncurling her legs. "He was a jerk in elementary school. I punched him in the face." Candy leaned over and whispered something in Grenda's ear. Morgan could feel her face heat up and she started curling herself in again. Her breathing felt weird and her heartbeat started to speed up. What were they saying? Are they talking about me? "Morgan, are you a lesbian?" Grenda said after a short period of time. "What? No! Seriously?" She stood up and grabbed at the ends of her hair. "What? What would you ask that?" "Well you are not interested in any boys," Candy said. "And you were really tomboyish in elementary school," Grenda added. "It just makes sense." Morgan grabbed the front of her shirt. Her heart was hammering in her ears and her breathing was off. "I..no! I'm not- I'm not a lesbian! Ugh! I can't do this!" She grabbed her phone and ran down the hall, stepping into the bathroom and locking herself in. She sat down in front of the door and gripped her phone tight. The front of her shirt found it's way into her mouth at some point. How could they say that? She asked herself, feeling tears slide down her cheeks. Am I really a lesbian? No...no I'm not...I'm a... She opened her phone and dialled her uncle's number. I'm a... "Hey sweetie, everything okay?" "N-no...please come get me..." The line went dead and her phone fell into her lap. "I'm a boy," she whispered to herself. Morgan pushed her palms across her cheeks and stood up. Her hands were shaky and she felt sick to her stomach. A boy? But what did that mean? She hiccupped, and wiped her eyes again. She was a girl? Wasn't she? It sure didn't feel that way. She left the bathroom five minutes later when she heard Candy's mom call out to her. Morgan didn't look at Candy or Grenda, but she was thankful that they'd packed up all of her stuff for her. At least they knew what to do. She walked down the stairs and slipped her bare feet in a pair of beat up red converse. She smiled slightly at the sight of her great-uncle standing at the door. "Thank you for having me, Mrs Chiu," Morgan said quietly. "Feel better soon," she replied with a choppy Korean accent. Morgan just nodded and walked outside in her pajama's, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She walked over to the car as fast as possible and tossed her bag into the back before crawling into the front seat. She watched briefly as her uncle talked to Candy's mom, then clicked her seatbelt into place and curled up, burying her face into her knees. She thought she was nearly cried out when Stan finally got into the car. "Everything okay?" He asked carefully. "I just want to go home," she said, sniffling. "Please."

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Separated | Chapter 5

"Wendy, I think I messed up." Dipper lay his head on the counter, his arms sprawled out, hanging over the edge. He had been sighing all morning, and he knew Wendy was watching him, even while she was folding shirts or adjusting bubbleheads. "What'd you do this time?" She asked, a slight tease to her voice. Dipper had known Wendy most of his life. She and her family visited the shop a lot when she was younger, and after a while Stan just threw a name tag at her and told her to get to work. "I...ugh. I don't know." He looked up, resting his chin on the counter. "There was this girl who was really nice to me and I was a total dick to her. I think she hates me now." Wendy leaned up against one of the clothing racks to listen to him. "I told her to leave me alone. And that I didn't need her." He took off his hat and pushed his finger through his hair. "I'm such an idiot." “You’re not an idiot,” Wendy said, shaking her head. “You just need to talk to her. If you feel bad, apologize.” “Oh Wendy, you’re so wise,” Dipper said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Well, that’s what four years does,” she said, ruffling his hair. “Now help me hang these shirts before Stan bites my head off.” -o- Dipper felt like shit the next day. His stomach was in knots, flipping and flopping around, loosening and tightening. There was a lump stuck in his throat that wouldn’t go away, not matter how many times he tried to swallow it down. He tried to convince Stan that he was sick, but he was met with “Wendy told me about that girl so don’t give me this sick bullshit, because I know you’re just trying to avoid your problems.” Dipper hated it when Stan was right. When he got to school, he saw Mabel almost immediately. She had bandages over her nose and her cheeks were still sort of swollen. She looked upset about something, but that didn’t stop her from smiling at him. The knot in his stomach tightened, filling with guilt. He grabbed his stuff and shuffled off to class with his head down. She sat down beside him in class. Come on Pines, don’t be a wuss, you can do this. He looked over and started to open his mouth. Mabel had a pin in her mouth and she was pulling her bangs back. She had a dark bruise on her forehead. Again, she saw him and smiled, pushing the pin into her thick bangs and pulling her hat back over her head. Dipper pulled his hat down over his face. This shouldn’t be so hard, he thought with a sigh. Just say sorry for yelling. That’s all. He looked over at her and his stomach tightened. But that’s not all. It’s also ‘sorry you got beat up at my expense’ and ‘sorry for making everyone not want to be your friend.’ Why did she chose him of all people to become attached to anyway? What made him so special? Dipper sighed and laid his head down on the desk. I'm not attractive, so it's not like she has a crush on me. And we don't seem to share any interests, unless I suddenly decided to become obsessed with covering everything in clumpy glitter. Maybe he should just stake out in the bathroom until school ended. He could tell Stan that he talked to her and everything was fine and blah blah blah. It wasn't like he wasn't already used to lying to Stan. It was practically his day job. "Hey." Dipper hesitantly flipped his head on the desk so he was lying facing the opposite direction. Mabel's head lay on the desk facing his. "Don't worry about it," she whispered. "Easier said than done," Dipper whispered back. "No really, don't worry about it. If you really want me to, I'll stay out of your way." "I feel like my opinion means nothing to you," Dipper said, forcing himself not to smile. "Like even if I said I wanted you to stay away, you wouldn't." "It's done," Mabel whispered. "I am officially out of your hair." She sat back up, gave him a little wave and turned back to the front. The teacher was only just now arriving, greeting the class with a slapped-on smile. That was weird...and surprisingly easy... He sat back up and faced forward, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She was fiddling with a necklace that hung around her neck, sitting comfortably in the fold of her whimsical turtleneck sweater. It was dark green and it almost seemed to be glowing. It really brings out the green in Mabel's eyes, he thought slowly to himself. -o- "What the fuck is a tent of telepathy?" Stan cuffed him up the side of the head. "Watch your language kid. You may be fifteen but it doesn't mean you can cuss at me all willy nilly." "Okay, yeah, great, but seriously, what the fuck is a tent of telepathy?" He held up a small ad in the newspaper. It was pretty vague, just a blue square with a star in the centre and the words "Tent of Telepathy" written across it. The old man pulled the lever on his recliner. It squeaked and groaned as the foot rest moved out and the backrest reclined back. The springs creaked under Grunkle Stan's weight. It was too old to still be in use, but Dipper knew the cheap old fart wouldn't be getting a new one until this one literally fell apart. Even then, duct tape was still a thing. "It's my competition," Stan grumbled, picking up the TV remote and turning the old picture box on. That thing was probably also too old to still be in use, but again, Dipper knew there were no plans to replace it, at least not in the near future. "This asshole "lil' Gideon" is stealing my customers. Why do you think the Shack has been so slow lately? This little diaper dick thinks he can just waltz on in and steal all of my business." Dipper rolled his eyes at his uncle's choice of cuss words. "Maybe I should go over and check it out. You know, scope out the competition?" "Absolutely not," Stan said plainly. He flipped through the television channels, stopping for a moment to watch something and then carry on. "You're forbidden from going to that godforsaken place." The teen crossed his arms. "Why?" "Because you have to pay at the door and I will not have you paying for such a place." "You pay at the door here too." "That place is a scam." Dipper slapped his hands over his faces, dragging them down his cheeks. "You're ridiculous. I'm going to bed." He left the room, glancing over his shoulder at his uncle. The old man didn't seem to notice him as he walked by so kept walking. He placed his foot up on the first step, grabbed the railing and- "You talk to that girl today?" Shit. -o- The next day, school was...weird. He made it to his locker without being harassed by anyone. Of course, his locker was already covered in sharpie slurs. But that wasn't unusual. His locker was almost always vandalized. But Mabel usually had it cleaned by the time he got there. Maybe she really was seriously about leaving him alone. Dipper opened his locker and shoved everything inside. He grabbed his books for class and shoved his journal up onto the top shelf for safe keeping. He didn't like bringing it, but he knew he couldn't risk leaving it at home. Books in his arms, Dipper entered the room. He nearly dropped his books at the site in front of him. Mabel was sitting on top of his desk, one leg crossed over the other. She wore a pair of tight skinny jeans and a pale blue turtleneck sweater- except it didn't have sleeves. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her face looked practically healed with the amount of makeup she was wearing. Her eyes glimmered a shade of green that Dipper thought had to have been contacts. Half the class was sitting around her, talking and asking questions. "What's he like?" He heard one girl ask. "He's perfect, I'm surprised he doesn't have big white wings sprouting out of his back!" Mabel gushed, looking at pale green nails. "Are his powers real?" A guy asked, wonder in his voice. "Of course! You think he's a scam or something? I mean, come on." Dipper bit his lip. What was this. She thinks she can just take his spot like that? Everyone knows that that's his spot. He sits there every day. He took a breath and walked over. No, he stormed over. Powerful, confident. He marched over there. "Excuse me," he said, clearing his throat. The group turned to face him. He kept his eyes on Mabel, who looked surprised to even see him. "You're in my spot." Mabel stared at him for a moment before rolling her eyes and scowling. "Sorry Hun, I'm using it. There's one at the front." Her voice was icy and laced with annoyance. Dipper seemed to shrink down. The...front. The front where everyone could see him. The front where his teacher could glare at him up close and personal. The front where he wasn't invisible. "Well, go on," she said, making a 'shoo' motion with her hand. "I'm talking with my friends." "Those...they're not your friends," he said quietly. "I want my spot back." "And I want a unicorn, we can't always get what we want." Her "friends" laughed. "Jesus, just move to another seat or something," he said, gripping his books as tightly as the anxiety was gripping his chest. Mabel slammed her hands down on the desk. "I'm not moving!" She yelled. "Now get lost, Freak!" Dipper stepped back. Hurt covered his face and he swallowed deep to try and force the lump in his throat back. His eyes burned with tears. Freak. Freak. Freak. "I asked you to leave me alone, not turn into a huge bitch!" he yelled before he could stop himself. He saw something flash across her face and the green in her eyes almost seemed to dim. What was it? Hurt? Surprise? Guilt? He turned and took the seat in the front before anyone said anything else. He shoved his things into his desk and pulled his hat down over his face. Freak. Freak. He buried his face in his arms. Freak. Tears slid down his cheeks. Freak. Freak. Freak. There were people laughing behind him. Mabel began talking again. Never had he ever wanted a class to start so badly.