#I just watched weirdmagedon with a friend and like

[imminent-danger-came]

tbob is driving me mad why does it go so much harder than the og show

[mockingjaylad]

Mystery twins in Gotham AU…….

Or even just one of them then it’s the stans situation all over again (if it’s multi universal shenanigans and not just making gravity falls real in DCU) and either dipper or Mabel are desperate to find their way back to the other

Both Dipper and Mabel I feel could have really cool dynamics with the batfam

Thinking about how it could have happened is also really cool whether it’s from an outside source from Gotham or maybe some strange unexplainable portal in gravity falls of which both Mabel and dippers pov from gravity falls would be really interesting how they solve the mysteries and figure out how to bring the other back

I feel like both are definitely able to do it because they are awesome and I care them very much

Ofc with the help of other people in GF

It would be really cool to see how they adapt to the DC universe with how much insane shit they’ve seen but ig this could also depend on what period in time the transfer happens

Like if it’s after weirdmagedon then they’d probably be a lot better at adapting and surviving (they adapt very well normally anyways) But maybe if it was before most of the really dark creepy stuff that happens in the show it would be like a kid with way too many questions about their own world gets put into a world with even more strange stuff to think about and how it would effect them

BUT WHAT IF IT WAS BOTH OF THEM!!!! Then their grunkles and friends are like freaking out course the twins have gone missing to some other universe and all the drama

But Mabel and Dipper despite still trying to get home are just kind of having a great time feeding off eachothers energy keeping the vibes high

Like hey at least it’s not a world ending apocalypse where a demon is actively trying to hunt us down and kill us! (That they know of)

Dipper would fit in pretty well with all the paranoid Gothamites but Mabel would instantly get into so much trouble all the time and be immediately on the bars watch list

Dipper and Mabel acting so much like Steph and Tim in those baby vigilante fics where they go out and Tim takes pictures while Steph goes crazy beating up bad guys

Mabel with her own sweater vigilante costume covering her face and a GRAPPLING HOOK!!!!!!!

“So what are you, a twelve year old girl, doing in the streets of Gotham clearly no clue about any of the unspoken rules beating bad guys up”

“… GRAPPLING HOOK!!!!”

She launches the grappling hook at them like the puffy sticker experiment

Them randomly dropping lore about their world to the Bats

“This remind me of that time I was kidnapped by gnomes to become their gnome wife forever” out of nowhere while in a hostage or kidnapping situation and their all just like “HUH???? UR TWELVE????? GNOME WIFE????????”

“this reminds me of the mini golf course people”

Sorry chat I have the gravity falls brainrot

These dumb tweens really thought they did something with these disguises

[cookiekitkat8484]

ive seen gravity falls a million times at this point but I've never been able to bring myself to rewatch weirdmagedon, not because its bad its amazing but its just always felt special and I didn't want it to end again. I rewatched it with my friend and wow it hits hard. the first time I watched it I was mabels age and id never related to a character more. i can remember sitting on the floor with my dad in silence and crying while the credits rolled. everything felt so big and scary and unknown and if I could have stayed in my own mabel bubble I don't think I can tell you I would have left back then. there were times in my life I really thought I wouldn't make it to 18, but I grew up. watching it now I think I've been able to get a new message from the show aswell. if you told her I relate more to old man mcgucket then wendy I don't think shed believe you. not only can I be brave enough to keep growing with the help and love of those around me, but I think I can look back on myself then and love her too. now Im able to relate more to some of the older characters there's a big theme of self forgiveness. once you know what growing up was like its easy to remember the bad bits and hold mistakes against yourself, but there's a quote from an old interview alex hirsch did that "With this series, there’s a chance to give a fictionalized version of myself all of those wishes I wished would come true." maybe we cant ignore reality and the bad stuff that comes with it, but that doesn't mean we don't deserve the fun and love and wonder and adventure we hoped for. i grew up but I never stopped being that little girl crying as she sat on the floor. i wish I could make all her wishes come true, and so the best I can do now is to keep living and making new adventures for the both of us. I've still got a lifetime of growing to do, but I did it. i made it guys. i just wish I could tell her we made it. maybe ill rewatch again when I'm stans age and ill think the same thing.

[nightmarealm]

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

smiles so widely this is a good one. here's the funny thing bill actually seems to be the most forgetful about things that are important to him. it lead to his downfall in weirdmagedon, he got so cocky in his plans he didn't even like. he can see the outcomes of the future and what's most likely! if he checked he could've probably seen oh this is heading down the path where i Die but he didn't because he was like psh... that's not even gonna happen. he's not very detail oriented like you might expect out of him.

however comma that's more of forgetfulness/careless rather then if he's forgotten anything. which he has. a lot of things, actually! He hasn't straight up forgotten what happened to his home dimension, he still like... knows what happened in the back of his mind. those memories are just so far repressed he basically can't pull them back up to the surface. at least not without a breakdown or blacking out. however! other things that are like.. adjacent to that do end up being entirely forgotten. like for example, taking over other dimensions! he goes into doing that, realizes ooooooh this is just like what happened to my home dimension, and sorta "reliving" that experience just causes him to like. black it all out. not saying that he doesn't make that active choice to do that or anything, he's like yeah i'll do this in aaaaa fun way yay!! and then things start burning and people start screaming and things start crumbling and hes like oh this is not as fun all the sudden. and then when its over and done with it sorta just gets really fuzzy until he cant even remember what happened there so he's like yay let's do it again! not to mention that like. the nightmare realm is a dimension that is actively crumbling and dying from very early on, dragging other dimensions into it is kinda the only thing keeping it alive so unless he wants to confront the reality of just letting it die, which we all know he has problems facing the music, he sorta cant do much else. plus! all his friends who live there with him are watching!! cant let them know that destroying things like that is a little distressing!! think of your merciless god persona!!

all that to say he tends to not remember important things whenever it like.. drags up those memories about home. stuff that reminds him of traumatic incidents. im sure if some like horrible medical incident happened to him in current day outside of the backstory medical horrors, he wouldn't remember that very well afterwards either, etc.

as for how afraid he is of it. well. it's less of like.. active fear and more of when he thinks about it too hard, theres this disquieting feeling. its unsettling. he tries to avoid those memories like the plague to begin with, so he doesn't think about it often, but yes, it is a little alarming to him that he can't recall it. what happened exactly? like. that's his life. he's supposed to know everything why can't he drag it up, what happened? why can't he remember if it was his mother or father who was red or blue? so he just opts not to think about it very hard. he'll have 5 more martinis to stop thinking about it, thanks.

[disregardcanon]

gf rewatch: the one that no one can spell

1. bill’s chaos is absolutely mortifying. i love this asshole

2. a friend of mine once said she’d like gravity falls better in an avatar the last airbender art style and i think that would have looked nice but... jesus christ that would have been a horror show.

3. weirdmagedon! weirdmagedon! here comes the pyramid, woot woot!

4. the weirdmagedon opening is truly iconic XD the parody imagery is great and the music is so ominous

5. dipper’s such a sweetheart. his IMMEDIATE reaction is “must save mabel”. his family is always top priority. stan would be so proud

6. i love how gideon is the prison mascot. they love their tiny lil adult prison buddy

7. my ex husband still misses me, but his AIM IS GETTING BETTER

8. ah here comes ford the trophy husband

9. dipper is literally always ready to fight for his family. he’s ready to physically fight bill immediately after seeing him turn ford to gold. he just punches the guy in the EYE

10. ford doesn’t see enough of the stan in dipper or the him in mabel

11. bill and his groupies are a group of chaotic frat kids

12. “i’m shandra jimenez, and IIIII ate a rat for dinner”

13. watching weirdmagedon live is such a dear memory for me. it was so fun to live blog and watch with my brother and just have a good time with

14. THE NACHOS TRICKED ME also of course wendy is the baddest ass of the apocalypse

15. “because then i had mabel” squeal i also think it’s so sweet how much wendy loves and admires them both, but especially together <3

16. bill’s “oh shit” face after he killed time baby is so funny. he definitely didn’t think he could actually do that

17. the mad max allusions in this one are so fun

18. gideon really looks like he’s straight outta the movie rhinestone in this one

19. philosophy major ghost eyes tho

20. the weirdness bubbles are all hilarious, but my favorite is voice actor bubble

21. bill really destroyed a universe to throw a rave and i, for one, respect that. class a dick

22. “the best you can do is strive to be someone worthy of loving” dipper gave a very good and heartfelt speech. i’m love

23. holy shit i forgot where grunkle stan is during this

[danvssomethingorother]

Up For adoption (the Holiday Edition)

Last year, I participated in the Fiddlestan Holiday Bonaza. I actually planned on doing all the days but only got three done. These are the left over scraps of half finished stuff.

If you wish to adopt them you may but I’m mainly posting them as look how far I’ve come kinda thing. And for you guys to get some enjoyment out of stuff I will never finish but at one point had big plans for them. 

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December 9th: Joy, Gold, Revelations 

-Not All Gold Shimmers-

Summary: Despite it being Fiddleford's favorite time of year, Stan notices a slow decline in his boyfriend's mental well being.

December 3, 1980

In any usual year, the little research shack in the heart of the Forrest would already be well into its seasonal make over. Last year, Stan hadn't been able to finish his third helping of Thanksgiving dinner before his boyfriend was dragging him into the attic to collect enough Christmas garbage to make Santa ask them to tone the decorations down a bit. Then adding the Hanukkah decor to the mix, that Stan had no idea where the love of his managed to drudge up in a sleepy country town where he and his brother were the only people of Jewish decent, it looked less and less like a place of research and more like one of those quaint Holiday stores that only existed to scam people like Fiddleford Mcgucket out of their hard earned money.

That's how it had been the last four years, any way. Stan would never forget the look on Fiddleford's face on their very first winter together. He had drug in three boxes worth of Christmas junk from his little beat up pick up and began happily describing where he wanted to hang everything only for Stan to make him drop his last box load of 'Holiday Cheer' as he called it, when he announced he and his brother were Jewish. He instantly began spluttering apologies about being insensitive and began looking desperately at an amused Ford silently asking him why he never told him. After smugly watching him gasp and gag on apologies like a fish asphyxiating on dry land and 'assuring' them he would take it all back to the store, Stan slung his arm around Fiddleford's shoulder and told him it didn't matter to him what they celebrated, he wasn't paying the electric bill, so go as nuts as you want with all the Christmas lights your heart desired. Ford of course disapproved about 'going nuts' but didn't seem to say much about it later when he saw how joyous his friend was with the finished decorations. Since then, they had been celebrating an unholy fusion of both holidays, complete with tacky sweaters and butchered Hebrew and just far too many sweets altogether.

It was nice over all though and Fiddleford's joyous nature at that time of year was contagious. It never mattered that their home was a glowing monstrosity or the homemade sweaters were itchy or that Fiddleford never made Latkes right and they always turned out way too salty, it was Stan's favorite time of year. Even if you would never hear him say that out loud.

That's why it came as such a surprise on the first day of Hanukkah that not a single decoration was to be found. Everything was still nestled away in the attic. Fiddleford hadn't been shopping all through November to get everything ready for his favorite time of year and not a single gift was poorly hid in their closet. If wasn't for the thick sheets of snow outside the window already freezing the interior of the cabin, you could easily mistake it for summer without the major landmarks indicating it was indeed December.

Stan sat in his favorite chair not paying attention to the tv already beginning to static over, contemplating hauling it all down himself just to get his boyfriend out the slunk he had found himself in over the past few months. He continued to sit there though watching the sappy soap opera he was too lazy to get up and find the remote to change come in and out of focus knowing decorating wouldn't be the same without Fidds by his side. He glanced over to the dark entrance way and wondered if they were still down in the lab. Fiddleford and Stanford had disappeared down to it at day break and it was nearing sun down and he hadn't seen them yet. Soon he would have to go down and make them call it day but for now he planned to just not move away from his warm spot until it was absolutely necessary.   

"---We still have so much to get done, Fidds," he glanced away from the now fully static TV screen  as he heard his brother's voice echoing from the next room.

"Tomorrow, Stanford Pines," he smiled at the hiss knowing you didn't argue with Fiddleford Mcgucket when he used that tone and your full name.    

(I don’t entirely remember where this scene was going)

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Something slamming into Stan's face rudely woke him up from his dream world.

(A scene I really like, talking about how this isn't the first nightmare and Fiddleford talking about how he just wants to get the portal done with.)

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( I was going to put a series of scenes here where Fidds was becoming more and more stressed out with Ciphford harassing him and making him lose more interest in the holidays as they take place and Stan not knowing what it is going on. Things becoming more tense between the three.)

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The day had at last come, the portal was finished but Fiddleford didn't seem very excited about his own announcement.

(When Fidds leaves after the portal incident. He tells Stan he doesn't know his brother as well as he thinks he does.)

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It had been three days since Fiddleford had left and the shack had taken on an eery silence since then.  

(This where the revelation happens that Ford was worshiping a damn demon and his brother may have been tormenting his poor boyfriend.)

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It didn't take that long for Stan to find his rusted over trruck parked under the neon glow of the little Holiday Inn a mile off from the bus station.

(This is where Stan wrestles the memory gun from Fiddleford and they have a cute conversation about the first time Ford called up Stan.)

"Welcome to 1981, Stan, ya made it," Fiddleford whispered between the sob stuck in his throat, leaning back into Stan's embrace.

Stan wasn't one for sappy emotional gestures but for Fiddleford  he always made the exception. He pulled him tighter against him and kissed him on the top of the head.

"Yeah, I guess we did make it. Here's to surviving another one..."

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December 17th: Sweaters, Kiss, Flurries  

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Ford wrinkled his nose as he took a sip of the juice Mabel had left in the kitchen. Upon further inspection he found  Christmas oranaments floating at the top of the punch bowel.

"I wouldn't drink that if I was you," he turned his head around to find Stan leaning smugly against the door way, arms crossed in a cassual manner,"Mabel loaded it down with so much sugar it may just stop an old man's heart."

"What is it? Its like if sugar procreated with my worst nightmares..." he groused dumping what was left in his cup down the sink.

"Its Mabel's 'famous' Christmas flurries," the sarcasm that oozed from the word 'famous' sent cold shivers down Ford's spine, he wondered if whatever came from that bowl was worse then anything Bill could ever conceive.

"Its made from snow blended with enough sugar to rot my dentures, hot chocolate, two pots of coffee, a case of red energy drinks she thought looked 'festive' and a bucket of green glitter. Then she put ornaments on top to put for a more Holiday feel...."

Ford stared with disgust down into the bowel wondering how that little girl could possibly drink that and if maybe he should start a new page in the journal dedicated to her.  

"Fidds drake a whole glass of it under Mabel's request this morning while you were down in the lab and he's so glittery he's took apart and put the TV back together like I don't know...a few hundred times..."

Under his casual facade Ford noticed genuine worry for his once again best friend in the subtle features on his face. There was a point in his life Ford thought his brother would look past his old research partner and not give him the time or day for his admitably strange mannerisms (that had become much much stranger with age). Then Weirdmagedon happened and the two had been close since then. Ford didn't quite understand when it happened or how it happened (and maybe didn't particularly want to for that matter) but his brother had decided to spend his golden years with Fiddleford and as long as they were happy Ford couldn't object. It was a strange life he lived, with or without the supernatural, nothing quite turned out the way he would have expected them to.  

"GRUNKLE STAN! HURRY BACK! WE'RE DECORATING THE TREE!"  

Stan tilted his head towards the yelling and jestered for Ford to follow him.

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As the twins entered the parlor, Ford took instant notice of Fiddleford's slow, lethargic way he hammered a nail into place on the chimney for the stockings. His eyes had a lack of foccus as he looked up to him and Stanly and smiled. He was coming down from Mabel's concoction it appeared...

"Well look who came out of labernation!" Mabel cried loudly setting her eyes sternly on Ford, hands on her hips in a manner he would take more serisously if he wasn't looking directly at the mistletoe she had tied to her forehead or wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater he had seen since his final Christmas with Fiddleford.

"You missed Hanukah! Your brains could have been useful to beating Grunkle Stan's cheating every time we played Dreidel!" She huffed, Ford had to take a cautios step backwards to keep her long fake Christmas themed nails from jabbing him in the stomache.

"Fat chance," Stan stated bluntly from the other side of the room where he had already settled next to Fidds, taking the hammer from him before he could accidently break his finger with it, "With gambling all you need is luck and I have all of it."

"You had a loaded dreidel," Dipper cut in entering the room with another box of Christmas decortations that he deposited next to the tree that was a bit too large for the room, its pointy top compacted tightly against the roof in an angle.

"Who does that? I mean serisouly, the kids are supposed to win. That's why we bet with candy..."

"Well, me and the pig done ate the candy," Fidds said casting a cheeky smile towards Stan who crossed his arm and he tried his best to glower at his boyfriend without breaking the mock anger but it broke the instant Fidds kissed him on the cheek (a shrill squee errupted from Mabel making Dipper cover his ears), "So I reckon I was the real winner any who."

Ford almost cast a thankful smile his friend's way for distracting his niece away from the reason she had been cross with him but the second the kiss was broke her attention was completly back on him.

"You're not missing out on anything Christmas related though, mister!" she stated her fake nail tapping against his chest in an uncomfortable manor as she stood on her toes trying to be eye level with Ford.

He glanced over to his brother and friend for help but they only seemed to giggle at his troubles as Mabel began to tick all the 'Merry Activities' he would be participating in. With or without his consent.

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Decorating the tree was more exhausting then it had any right being. The lights kept going out. Leave it to Stanly to find the cheapest lights he could find in the five finger discount aisle. Ford didn't understand why the kids snickered at him when he asked Stanly to return them for better lights. It was sensible since the darn things didn't glow right. He even offered to scrounge up some new ones in the lab, with Fiddleford's help he could make lights that never lost their glow. Maybe even keep the room warm without running up the electric bill but Mabel denied him access to the lab. It was his house, he shouldn't be bossed around by a thirteen year old.

Yet as he watched her stand on the step ladder shaking her mistletoe head piece at Fiddleford and Stanly before slamming their faces together to kiss when they didn't do so fast enough. Then she proceeded to do the same to her brother and Waddles, who had been trying to eat the garland rope Dipper was trying to string together. He knew he didn't want to damper their Holiday any more then he already had. He may not say it out loud enough but the four people in this room where the ones that mattered most in his heart and he never wanted to hurt them again.

As the mid after noon rolled in, they decided to take a break from their decorating. It looked like a seasonal store had already thrown up on the parlor. If the tree wasn't already crunched so tightly against the ceiling, it may have become a fall hazard with all the ornaments packed into every inch of it. Some of the ornaments were made of old tools painted red, green and gold. When he inquired Fidds about it, he flushed a bright red and said he always felt artistic around this time of year. As much as Fiddleford had changed over the years, being a bit too overjoyed about the Holidays was not one of them it seemed.  

The only piece of furniture in the room was an old tattered up love seat that Fidds had scrounged up somewhere last weekend when he was Christmas shopping with Tate. The only way to describe it was it was a ghost of the seventies that was haunting this house. It was an ugly puce green with a tacky design Ford swore he saw on Fidds's favorite shirt back in college. Maybe that was what attracted his friend to it. It seemed he was always dragging anything home with him if it vaguely reminded him of some forgotten memory. Ford never said anything about it, he wanted him to get better and maybe one day fully recover from his ordeal and if that meant transporting the shack figuratively back to seventies, he was sure no one minded.

Stan and Fidds sat curled into each other on the sofa, Fidds already half asleep forcing himself to stay awake to listen to everything Mabel was saying on the floor in front of them creating a new sweater that seemed a bit big for her. Dipper sat next to her excitedly going through Ford's new research journal, lost in his own world. Ford smiled, Dipper may never become his apprentice and he had his own path set out in life with his sister always at his side but for now Ford could take pride in the fact that his nephew was still his number one fan.

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[chocobro-prompt0]

Fandom: Gravity Falls Ship: N/A Words: 1073 A writing request for @waldorkler. In which Dipper is returning Home on the bus alone in an AU where Mabel dies during the Weirdmegedon. He soon learns he’s not alone.

This was going to be one of the hardest things Dipper ever had to do in his life. Taking on Bill with his friends and fellow towns people was so easy compared to what he had to do now. Dipper fidgeted with the tassels on his backpack while still seated on the Greyhound bus. It had been hours ago that he left behind both the town of Gravity Falls and the heart wrenching event of losing Mabel, his one and only twin sister, to the Weirdmagedon. They were supposed to grow old together and visit Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford at the Mystery Shack every so often. But those plans were dashed during the Weirdmagedon when Mabel selflessly sacrificed herself to save him from Bill’s last ditch efforts. 

Mabel was gone and he had to face that fact head on. In the empty seat next to him laid Mabel’s belongings, a bitter reminder of the task he had to do by himself when he got home.

“Boop!” Mabel attempted poke Dipper’s nose to maybe lighten the mood a bit, although he hand went right through her brother’s nose. “Oh right! I’m a ghost now, silly me.” Mabel gave a good laugh, though it didn't exactly make the mood any lighter.

Dipper did however look up. “Mabel?! How are you even here?!” He was stunned, sure he dealt with the paranormal before and even a ghost or two during his summer Vacation, but that was part of the whole dimensional rift wasn’t it? “When did you even get here?!”  He was full of questions he wanted to ask but he managed to restrain himself. The sudden outburst did catch the attention of the limited amount of passengers also taking the bus, but they went back to paying attention to what they were doing before.

“I’ve always been here, Dipper! Us twins we stick together!” Mabel grinned a great big smile. She’d give her brother a huge tight hug, but unfortunately she’d just phase right through him.

“How come i haven't seen you before now?!” Dipper blurted out, the dam of self restraint broke and he started blurting out other question for her. Mabel listened to her brother ramble off questions, some of which she really didn't understand, for a bit until she felt she could probably stop her brother.

Mabel positioned a finger over Dipper’s mouth and softly shushed him. Of course there was no mass to it, Dipper still noticed and quickly quieted down. “I barely understood a word you were saying, but I’ve always been right here as a little ghosty ghost the whole ride over, i even boarded the bus right next to you.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?! Why didn't anyone else say goodbye to you?!” Dipper shot off those questions faster than the speed of light. It was at that point one of the other passengers had set a hand on Dipper’s shoulder in a bit of worry.

“Are you doing okay there sir? You’ve been talking awfully loud to yourself all of a sudden.” The concerned passenger asked taking their hand off his shoulder.

Dipper looked at the passenger and back to Mabel. He looked between the two and figured that maybe he was just imagining Mabel was there with him? Or maybe they just couldn't see Mabel. Whatever the case he shouldn’t bring too much attention to it. “Yeah i’m fine.” The statement was a lie of course and the passenger didn't really buy it but they just shrugged it off and went back to their seat.

Dipper went back to looking at Mabel who was petting, or well attempting to pet Waddles, who had been fast asleep on the other side of Mabel’s bags. “so that's why...” He said while keeping his voice down in order not to cause anymore of a scene.

Mabel turned her attention back to Dipper and gave him a soft almost sad smile. “Yeah, i actually thought you couldn't see me either.” She admitted, but soon after the confession her expression changed right back to the classic doofy unserious smile Mabel always made. “But you can see me and look what I can do!” Mabel waved her arms inside her body. “I couldn't do that while i was alive!” “Mabel focus! You’re a ghost! How am i supposed to explain that you’re dead and now apparently a ghost to our parents?!” Dipper whisper yelled.

Honestly that was the last thing Mabel really wanted to talk about. She quieted down trying to think of what to say. Sure being a ghost was cool, but having to see her parents move on along with Dipper. “Well,” she started trying to find the right words, “don’t tell them about the ghost thing.” she smiled softly and what she said next was heartbreaking for Dipper to hear, more so because he couldn't say she was wrong. “I mean it’s not like they’ll be able to see me anyways.”

Dipper sat there silently. “But how am I going to explain that you’re dead and how you died? I can't just say a scentiant one eyes triangle being from another dimension stabbed you and took your body with him back to his dimension!” Dipper barely managed to keep his voice down.

“Look Dipper I don't know how you’re gonna explain this to Mom and Dad. You’ll have to make something up.” Mabel was just as stressed about the upcoming event. Even though she didn’t have to say anything to them, but she’d still have to watch her parents have to come to terms with the fact she was never coming back.

“How am i gonna make something up? You were the imaginative and creative one in the family!”

“You’ll think of something I’m sure of it.” The bus came to a smooth stop in front of their home. This was where they’d have to get off and face their parents. Mabel held out her hand to her brother who was still plenty freaked out. “But look Dipper, I’ll be right there with you, so you won't be doing this alone. I’ve got your back.”

“Thanks Mabel.” Dipper rubbed his eyes and got up grabbing all their things. Waddles came to life and jumped up into Dipper’s arms before going back to sleep. Dipper sighed and shuffled off the bus. At least he’ll have his sister right there with him. At least they’d still be together.