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Autumn had come and gone in what felt like the mere blink of an eye. Tyrone didn’t mind, he liked the drier seasons, it meant less rain to worry about. Although, he wasn’t sure how he felt about the absurd amount of leaves he had to sweep up from the porch of the Mystery Shack. Man, he always got the short end of the stick with chores – even more so than Dipper did! But, whatever, it wasn’t like they were all that busy anyway. It gave him something to do.
In the distance, Tyrone could see a strange pointed red hat, one that was nearly identical to what he recognized as typical gnome attire. Tyrone wasn’t personally versed in the fashion choices of gnomes, but, he did share Dipper’s memories, and Dipper had seen plenty of gnomes in his time. The person in the distance looked a whole lot like he was impersonating one. As the teen approached, it became clear he was the near opposite of a gnome, in fact he was a total beanpole.
“Welcome to the Mystery Shack,” he called out, accustomed to greeting customers out of habit. Not looking up from his sweeping, his cleaning slowly comes to a halt when he notices the boy’s distraught expression out of the corner of his eye. Pausing, he leans on the broom, giving the caped teen a once over before talking to him. Tyrone knew that look, the kid was probably new to the city. He looked so confused, so lost.
“You okay, man?”
