An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
After millions of texts and dozens of video chats over the long wait between winter and summer, the Mystery Best Friends are ready for a summer full of fun and romance in Gravity Falls.
After too many years of waiting and planning, something else waits in the shadows. And this time, he has Hellish help and enough power to draw the attention of one angel and one demon who would so much rather be doing anything other than trying to prevent another Armageddon.
Co-written by @syl-writes-stuff and @skimmingmilk
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Chapter 6
Mabel leaned forward, delighted to have Pacifica there and intrigued by the magic tricks she claimed to have seen, but there was something even more important to ask than if she'd been able to hear incantations or whatever was running through Dipper’s conspiratorial mind over pancakes.
"Big question time," she began.
"Here we go," Dipper muttered, jumping a little at a swift kick in the shin.
"Were either of them cute?"
"They were old," Pacifica replied, but Mabel continued to look expectant. "No."
"Oh, come on."
"No. Ugh." She propped her elbow on the table, chin in hand in a move she was definitely not able to get away with at home. "One of them was, like, giving off some rockstar vibes but in a way that makes you think he was cool back when Queen was."
"Queen's still cool," Dipper protested, listening to her description. They had to know who to keep an eye out for, after all. "Their music is timeless. They'll never not be cool."
"Yeah, whatever. He never took off his sunglasses, so he's probably a dou-" Greg was listening, his trusty frog on his head, so she corrected herself. "He's probably a jerk. And the other guy looked like a lame librarian. He was wearing a waistcoat and a bowtie."
"There's nothing wrong with bowties," Dipper muttered.
"There is when they're tartan."
"I don't know what that is."
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