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the-lighthouse-lit · 1 month

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I was tagged by @cruulsummer

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you’re given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story if you want. But honestly, these are guidelines at best - do what you want.

I’m tagging: @lunarmoment @scorpioaqua @laestrellapanda @raevenlywrites @blushroomx @fiora-miriel

My words to find: Red - Sleep - Writhe - Shallow - Bet - Safe - Look - Anger - Help

Your words are: Intention - Suit - Dark - Smirk - Heavy - Spread - Music - Stop - Alcohol

Red and Help (double whammy because it’s a long bit!) from The Invention of Gravity (a Gravity Falls 1800’s AU that will probably never be finished…):

“What’s your name?” Mabel asked.

“Wendy Corduroy!” Grunkle Stan shouted from the ground. The three looked down. “Get in here!”

Wendy descended from the tree in a series of exact movements that told the twins she’d been slowing down for them before. The twins observed as she ran into the house after their uncle, long red hair mostly out of its cap flowing freely behind her.

The two looked at each other, finding themselves higher up the tree than they’d ever intended, and now alone.

“…How do we get down?” asked Dipper.

Inside, Wendy Corduroy was telling Stan, “I can chop wood, make pegs, I can empty up a mattress and fill it up and sew it back up again with help, I can almost cook on the spit without burning it, and I can clean and shoot a rifle.”

“You’re already hired, Miss Corduroy, I spoke with your papa,” Stan told her.

Sleep from There’s Probably a Moral at the End Somewhere (my Teen titans play-format Fairytale AU, posted here)

STARFIRE: She is floating two feet above the ground. You who know her best, is this how she sleeps?

ROBIN: I don’t even know if she sleeps. I don’t know anything about her. And everything I thought I knew about her was wrong.

I’ve got nothing for Writhe, or Squirm, or Thrash, so I offer you Struggle lol, from a roooough draft of my original story Surot (found absolutely nowhere):

“But if the bathrooms are closed, you can get the key from the hut over there, just ask for Laura…”

I stopped myself. Stella looked kind of jittery and nervous. When I’d motioned to the bathroom she’d dove forth, and now that I’d presented her with a challenge, her eyebrows arched, like she was slightly shocked she’d have to struggle in this way—or like she was calculating she’d spent too long talking to the class freak and was panicking about it.

“Hold on,” I say, and I hold my camera to my chest as I go to the hut myself, all the while wondering why I insist on doing things for pretty girls. It made me feel like a boy. Or like a rough maid from a period drama doing stuff for her delicate ladies.

Shallow from The Club of Unauthorized Heroes Year 3 (yet unpublished):

Dick’s breaths were shallow. His mind was stuck on the here and now. He felt like he should be reviewing the mission—searching for where they went so wrong. But really all he could think about was how much Gar hated hospitals. How annoyed he’d be when he woke up.

Bet from Feral (an entry for BBRae Week 2022, found here):

“That was cool. Quick and clean. Bit sloppy at the end, though. Anyone could see what you were doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The girl’s voice was a grave whisper. Nearly a hiss.

“You chose a good area, too,” Gar went on regardless. “Lots of distracted loaded pockets around. I bet there’s even some left for me.”

Safe from Over Again (my Teen Titans-Miraculous Ladybug AU, first two chapters found here):

He took in her sarcasm and decided to one-up her. “Hm. You tell your crush you like them yet?”

She groaned, all her coolness gone. “I never should have told you about that.”

“But you did,” he reminded her with a big grin.

And she still didn’t know why. How had she told Beast Boy when she hadn’t even told Kori? She guessed she felt he was safe. Kori might try to set her up with Gar if she knew; it wouldn’t take her long to figure out who her crush was. But Beast Boy was detached from her world—he went to her school, but he couldn’t let her know that.

Look from The tide is full, the moon lies fair (my only She Ra fanfic, a Seamista oneshot, posted here):

He laughed, and it rumbled through his chest. “Really. A small fire. Without me needing to be there?”

“Maybe the venue missed you,” she returned, moving away to look at his face—his handsome face with the jaw and the ridiculously sharp moustache and the hyper-expressive eyes. She’d missed the chance to really look at it, before.

She tilted her head up to kiss him, and the whole world fell into place. To come back into his arms after a long time was a feeling she wouldn’t trade for anything.

And finally, Anger from The Club of Unauthorized Heroes Year 2 (which is published here, but not this bit yet!):

Gar looked back and forth between the faces in the car windows. “Jen?” He turned to Terra, whose face turned from anger to panic when he did.

“You haven’t figured it out yet, slug-face?” taunted Mikron. “Are we gonna have to spell it out for you?”

“Figure out what?” Gar returned. “That you’re Hive? We knew that for ages.”

“Do you wanna tell him?” Baran asked Terra. He was clearly having the time of his life.

#again. sorry I’m over a month late to this tag!#The very sad circumstance that I had writer’s block on a week off work of all times is the only reason I got to this #that also means I hate every line of this ha😭. anyway #tag games #writing tag game #fanfiction tag #writing

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artist-in-an-ugly-sweater · 4 years

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So- people seem to be curious about what happened prior to the drawing I made of gar grunkle Stan and sphynx Ford, thus I decided to try some writing? Just a short to explain what is going on. If it gets too long and boring for anyone who's curious about the story to that picture can simply scroll down all the way. I'll put a summary there so I don't spoil anything to someone who'd like to read through this.

Now, without any further ado, let us begin!

Stone cold treatment

a "short" monsterfalls story

Stone. One of the thing a living creature would never like to be. Alive, but not really, trapped underneath a shell of stone. Able to hear, able to feel everything, yet unable to do anything about what you heard or felt. That was how he'd been feeling ever since the first time he turned to stone. It was natural for a gargoyle like himself, thus one would think he is be able to control it, right? But he was not. Ever since he turned into a gargoyle, Stanley Pines simply couldn't control this new ability of his; the ability of turning to stone. The first time it happened, it was a brand new, terrifying experience, and it was honestly no different each time it happened without his control. This one time, however, it was a bazillion times worse.

His nephew Dipper and worker Wendy were hanging out in the back yard of the Shack when it happened. He was sitting there on the porch by his niece, Mabel, who was basking in her small pool, cheering for her brother and Wendy. The two of them had been having a hard time adjusting to their new forms, too, but honestly, who hadn't? Dipper had trouble walking, thus he required quite the bit of practice. It took him a while to even make it to the back yard. Luckily, he had his family and friends to help him out once he quit his "I can do it on my own" phase of his walks. That was partially why Wendy was there. She was helping him walk, watching over the cervitaur and his attempts to get a hang of walking on fours. It was for her own benefit, too. Wendy was a werewolf and ever since her transformation had trouble handling herself when it came to wildlife. She'd been struggling with pouncing and attacking things that seemed huntable, making it especially hard to keep it cool around Dipper who was half deer.

She honestly wanted to stop seeing Dipper and giving up her job at the Shack just to keep him safe. She would've done it if it wasn't for Grunkle Stan, who encouraged her and convinced her to try and get a hold of her new wild tendencies. He promised to provide supervision over the two in case something went wrong, but fortunately, everything had been going smoothly. Soon enough, Dipper's slow trots turned into faster paces back and forth with Wendy by his side. “You're doing great, deer brother!” Mabel cheered, giggling over her own joke. Wendy gave a light laugh whilst Dipper's cheeks flushed a tint of red as he yelled back: “Not funny when you say it all the time, Mabel!” “Come 'ere you dork! ” Wendy laughed as she ruffled the cervitaur's hair, receiving quite the nervous laugh in response from the now bright red boy. Stan gave a light chuckle himself. Everyone was having fun. There was nothing to worry about, he thought. For once after this huge change in his and everyone's lives, Stan felt at peace. He felt like he could rest without things turning against him. Close his eyes and...relax. And so he did. Stan let his eyes close, leaning back into the backrest of the scruffy couch on the porch gently, minding his wings as he didn't lean in completely.

The next thing he knew, however, he heard a yell. His niece was yelling for help. “Grunkle Stan!! Grunkle Stan, do something!!” she cried, but to no avail. Her great uncle Stan gave no response, simply resting upon the cushions of the couch without a single twitch despite what was going on. Despite the loud snarling, growling and yelling of both his niece and nephew who begged for help. It was happening again. His eyes wouldn't open, his arms and legs wouldn't listen, but he could hear it. He could hear it all. The terror in Dipper's voice as he yelled “Wendy stop! P-please!!”; the dismay in Mabel's voice as she begged for her grunkle to do something- anything! Mabel herself couldn't do much. She was a mermaid and she couldn't leave her pool just like that. It were times like these that she wished she'd turned into something alike to Dipper, with an extra pair of legs instead of none. Stan began to panic. He couldn't see, say or do anything despite how much he tried to. The stony shell he'd formed once he relaxed his body held him prisoner, making him listen helplessly as his nephew was chased about, getting hurt- or worse. It was alike to a nightmare in which you couldn't do anything to save the day, only watch as your loved ones were taken away. Or in Stan's case, listen.

It wasn't till he heard the door fly open by his side and his niece cry out his brother's name that a brief wave of relief washed over him. “Grunkle Ford!!” Mabel called as her great uncle Ford rushed out of the house, ready to tackle whatever danger his grandniece and nephew stood against. A roar from the Sphinx, cries and whining followed and then – silence. Everything went silent. Was it over? Was everyone alright?

Stan felt his panic ease up along with the stone keeping him in place. Hearing it crackle, he didn't hesitate another second and broke free, lunging forth. He caught his balance and stepped out towards what he assumed was his nephew, brother and Wendy, his vision blurry at first. He could see it all clearly within a moment's notice: his brother, standing tall with Dipper cradled in his arms, Wendy pinned under one of his feet.

“Dear Mozes! Are ya kids alright?! Dipper, are ya--” Stan exclaimed in concern as he approached almost instantly, receiving a piercing glare from his brother that made him stop in his tracks. Ford looked mad, mad at him, but for what? He didn't do anything wrong- “Stanley what were you thinking? Do you have any idea what could've- no, what would've happened if I weren't near by?? You've left the children unsupervised and you know how troublesome it is with the young Corduroy these days!” Ford yelled in his Stan's face, who simply stared down at the bloody wound on Dipper's side held by his brother in silence. “I am sorry, it wasn' intentional! I-I've been watchin' the kids, I swear! I jus'- i-it happened again and I- ya know I can't control it!” “Well then maybe you should!” “W-wha-” “Maybe you should know how to control it! Maybe you should do your best to learn to control it instead of sitting around, drinking soda and watching as your nephew gets torn to shreds!! Quit acting like a child and be the adult these children need you to be!” With that, neither of them spoke no more, only exchanged looks. A look of disappointment and anger piercing through that of defeat and guilt. Mabel watched silently as the two older twins parted their ways.

Ford made his way inside to tend to Dipper's wound while Stan took care of Wendy, then his niece, bringing her into a small preset pool in the living room. He said nothing when Mabel tried to tell him it was not his fault, because he knew better. It was his and his fault only. He offered to watch them and he failed. After bringing Mabel some snacks for the time she'd have to wait for his and her brothers' return from the bathroom, he left, not to be seen again for the rest of the day.

The shack was silent from there. Mabel was already fast asleep by the time Ford returned with his nephew bandaged up and asleep in his arms. He set the cervitaur into the armchair by Mabel's side, putting a blanket over him before he left for his room, making sure the shack was locked and secure before he himself retired to sleep.

The next day started alike to any other day. Ford went down into his study in the early morning like he always did, trying to find a way to reverse the effects of the mythical river Fluvius Cantus on himself, his family, and the whole town. It was around 10 AM that his niece called out for him upstairs. Bless his enhanced hearing on this one, for her call sounded once again like an emergency.

“I am coming!” The sphinx yelled as he rushed upstairs, only to find Mabel's call was not quite due to what he imagined. He found his niece and nephew in the living room, both awake and, inarguably, worried. The two of them were surrounded by the packets of snacks Stan had brought them yesterday, and shortly, Mabel was explaining why accordingly to Ford's questions. “What is the problem children? Did something happen? What's with all the packets?” “Grunkle Ford, Grunkle Stan hasn't shown up since yesterday!” “Yeah, we're worried.” Dipper added weakly. “He left me some snacks yesterday while I was waiting for you and Dipper and I haven't seen him since! We had to eat those for breakfast when he didn't show up to make some...” “Grunkle Stan never leaves just like that,” “Not without rambling about his 'evil' plans for the day,” “Wendy hasn't shown up, either, do you have any idea where the two of them could've gone?” Dipper asked, shooting his grunkle a worried look.

Stan was missing? He knew where the young Corduroy had gone- earlier that morning, she'd called to apologize for yesterday to which Ford advised her to take some time off and try meditation to handle her inner demons. Stan, however, had no reason to be missing. “I've told your friend Wendy to take some time off and gather herself, but I have no knowledge of my brother's whereabouts. Perhaps he'd left to commit some sort of misdeed of his, or restock for the Shack, who knows.” Ford commented, crossing his arms behind his back in thought. “Could you please look for him Grunkle Ford? Pretty please?” Mabel pleaded, holding her hands together as she puppy-eyed her great uncle. Ford was powerless against those eyes. “I suppose I could take a look around the Shack...” he murmured. “YAY! Thanks Grunkle Ford!” Mabel exclaimed, beaming. Dipper smiled lightly as the two of them watched their great uncle leave to check the shack for Stan, awaiting his return while turning on some Duck-tective to shorten their wait, although the two of them chattered about their Grunkle in worry for the main part, anyways.

Ford searched the whole interior of the shack in search for his brother. The bathroom, the attic, the bedrooms, museum, everywhere. It was when his search inside was in vein that he walked outside to look there. Fortunately for him, he could very easily look over the entire shack by taking a soar through the sky. Spreading his wings wide as he stepped out at the back of the shack, he was about to take off when he spot something with the corner of his eye. There he was. There was no mistaking the gargoyle statue settled atop the roof looming over the porch. Wheeling around, Ford looked up to his brother, closing his wings as he spoke. “You've been here this whole time? Hiding like a child? Stanley, the children are worried sick. I searched the entire shack in attempts to calm their concerns. Did you even think about that? About them?” He questioned, yet his twin gave no response. “You won't talk to me, will you? Well I don't have to bother, either. I shall tell Mabel and Dipper about your whereabouts. If you have any sort of conscience you'll come down and apologize. Don't leave the children waiting.” And once again, the older twin was on his leave, coming inside to inform his niece and nephew of Stan's safety.

Throughout the rest of the day, the twins were expecting their Grunkle intently, although to no avail. He didn't show up for the rest of the day, leaving Ford to take care of the twins on his own. The next day went down alike to the last one. No Stan, only Ford, having to drop his daily research to care for the twins. Change Dipper's bandages, check his wounds, change the water in Mabel's pool, feed the two, all that and more. He never thought his brother did so much for the kids and didn't just slack off. There were times the children asked to see their other great uncle, and so, eventually, Ford did bring the two of them outside to show them their Grunkle Stan. Nothing. Despite their attempts to call out to their Grunkle, the twins didn't get a response, either. It pained them to see their Grunkle like that, for they knew how much he disliked when he turned to stone, yet they knew that this time, it was possibly his own choice. Nonetheless, though, they couldn't help but ask a few questions. “Is this permanent?” “Is Grunkle Stan alright?” they questioned almost in sync. It was when Ford realised that, honestly “I don't know...” He had no idea whether his brother was ok, whether he was going to be alright, whether he would stay like this forever. The fact that the last thing he said to him was that he was pretty much a horrible caretaker with tendencies beyond childish didn't help him feel any better. This could all actually be his fault. Stan came out here and turned to stone just because he thought how worthless he was. It only made sense. He'd probably have to apologize to get him off the roof eventually, for the kids' sake if anything. Maybe he just needed some time? “Let's get you two back indoors, I'll find a way to get your great uncle off the roof.”

And with that, the three of them headed back inside. Soon enough, Ford tucked the twins in, although he couldn't quite sleep himself. He kept on thinking about Stanley, whether he should or shouldn't apologize. He was still angry about his brother's habits, but thinking about it now, Stanley really didn't mean it. He was in no control of what happend, and what happened happened. Perhaps he could help him control it? Help him meditate and learn how to take cont- BOOM! The loud sound of thunder interrupted his train of thought. It was past midnight when the storm struck up, waking up the twins upstairs. “AAAAH!!! Grunkle Ford!!” They screamed. Ford ran out of his room almost immediately, rushing up into the twins' bedroom to check up on the two. “Don't worry kids! It's just a storm... It'll be over shortly.” Ford said as he came into the room, trying to comfort the two. “B-but Grunkle Ford, Grunkle Stan is still outside! Could you please go check on him?“ Mabel asked with worry in her pleading eyes. It seemed they were not afraid of the storm itself, but afraid of what could happen to their Grunkle.

“Alright, stay here, I'll be back shortly.” Without any further hesitation, Ford left the shack for the back yard, stopping in front of the porch. With a light flap of his wings, he brought himself to the rooftop his brother sat upon, landing by his side as the rain slowly drenched his clothes. “Stanley!” Stanford called, grumbling lowly as another lightning struck, shaking the ground with its shortly following thunder. Frowning, the older twin spread a wing out over his brother to shield him off from the rain, leaning forward in attempts to see into his brother's face. “Stanley, the children are worried, quit this little act and get inside!” No response. Sighing, Ford settled down by Stan's side, keeping a wing spread overhead to keep him out of the heavy rain, although to a stone statue, it mattered none. Glancing aside, Stanford grumbled, setting his hands into his lap as he began his little confrontation. “Quit acting like a child, Stanley, it’s been three days... I am sorry, okay? I know you can't control it. I know you couldn't when Wendy attacked Dipper and I know it wasn't your intention. The things you do for the kids, the way you treat them... I know you would never intentionally stone yourself and let them get hurt. I was angry, I was afraid. Afraid of what could've happened if I hadn't come in time. I am sorry that I blamed you for something out of your control. Please, come inside and stop punishing yourself like this. I can try to help you with controlling it, help you learn how to prevent it just...please don't do this to yourself... To the kids... To me...” Receiving no response, the older twin looked down helplessly, giving a heavy sigh. “I-” “What do ya think I've been doing?” Ford started, only to be cut off by- Stanley. Dazed by the sudden response, the sphinx had a hard time speaking again, stammering. “W-w--what do you mean..?” “I am not stupid, Ford. I know I have no control over it, and I know I shoulda learn how to control it. So I've been here, tryin' ta' learn how ta' do it.” Stan explained as he lowered his wings, the stony shell around him crackling and falling off slowly, leaving the gargoyle dry and refreshed. “W-wait- so you are...you were not doing this to punish yourself...? You were not angry with me?” Ford questioned as the two of them met eyes. “Oh, no no, I was angry with ya, Poindexter. Glad ya figured ya'd come apologize now. I was about ta' give up to da rain. Don't get me wrong, da rain's nice, but the thunder part of it all is unnecessary.” “...So you were childishly ignoring me.” “Maaaybe?” This received Stan a light shove and almost immediately after a tight hug around the neck with a nuggie that almost instantly threw his fez off into his lap. “You little!-” “Little what?!” Stan exclaimed in between his chuckles, tackling his brother off the roof with laughter. It was a safe fall for the two of them, leaving them playfully rolling about in the mud on the ground as they laughed together, soon sitting up with light chuckles and huff while the rain slowly washed bits of the mud away. “Sixer?” “Yes, Stanley?” “Sorry fer actin' like an oversized kid.” “Heh... Sorry for acting like an adult know-it-all.” “Apology accepted.” “I suppose I need to ease up a little.” “I guess I need ta' grow up a little.” The two of them said in sync, laughing before smiling at eachother.

“GRUNKLE STAN!! GRUNKLE FORD!! ARE YOU GUYS-- oh...” The cervitaur kicking the back door of the shack yelled, carrying his sister on his back. The two of them were sure they'd just seen the two of them argue and fall off the roof in a scuffle- then again, it was hard to actually make out what they were saying through the window. “Dipper my boy, you-- you made it down the stairs? On your own? With Mabel on your back?” “I-” Dipper blushed. “Y-yeah I- I guess I just uh- we needed to check on you guys and- I am sorry I didn't listen-” “Don't be sorry, Dipper, you listened to your instincts and those told you your family might be in trouble. You acted very selflessly. I would've done the same. I am proud of you.” The sphinx and the cervitaur exchanged a smile, although it was soon replaced by an expression of shock as Mabel yelled: “Could you guys stop nerding out about this and focus on the important stuff?!” “Ouch-” Dipper huffed. “Grunkle Stan is back! And you guys made up! But uh- we should get inside. You guys could catch a cold and I am gonna *huff* I am gonna suffocate here.” “Ah- yes, let's get all back inside, quickly. Dipper, I'll need to check your bandages! Stanley, could you take care of Mabel?” “Sure thing Poindexter!” With that, the two of them stood, coming up to cradle their respective twins in their arms to care for them inside.

Getting a little moisture from her great uncle's wet suit, Mabel smiled as she was carried towards her pool, looking up to her Grunkle with a murmur: “I am glad you're back Grunkle Stan.” “I am glad ta' be back, too.”

WELP- Here you have it guys! This was one hell of a ride. It's the longest and the first thing I ever wrote and actually published. Is it good? Is it not? Who knows! I tried to keep it as short as possible. Hope you guys like the answer to what happened prior this picture:

Either way, hope you're having a swell day!

And as for the promised summary:

Summary: Grunkle Stan and the kids have a little accident with Dipper and Wendy, which Grunkle Stan sits through, being in his stone form. This angers Ford and he tells him to learn how to control it. From there, Stan disappears and is nowhere to be found, only to be later discovered on the roof in his statue form. He is irresponsive, everyone os worried, but in the end, everything turns out well.

#monsterfalls #monster falls #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #stanford pines #stanley pines #gravity falls #mabel pines #dipper pines #sphinxford #gargoylestan #gar grunkle stan #mermaid mabel #cervitaur dipper #deer dipper

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littleogreboii · 4 years

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thanks @yadelinzee for the weird asks

28 - five songs to describe you?

gay or european from legally blonde because i am both not straight and european.

lie by jimin (bts) because i often tend to hide my true feelings behind a mask so as to not burden people

simple by woozi (seventeen) because i dont want to over-complicate everything. i just want a simple solution to everything rather than constantly second-guessing myself

365 fresh by triple h because im a fresh hot mess and im dramatic as fuck

my childhood story by sandeul because i cling to my memories as tight as possible. i dont want to forget any moment good or bad yet it’s an impossible wish

honorable mentions include: im still standing by elton john, mr sandman by the chordettes and time adventure from adventure time

49 - what saying or quote do you live by?

“expect disappointment.” - if i get my hopes up then i risk upsetting myself, but if i expect to be disappointed then im either pleasantly surprised or just average

62 - seven characters you relate to?

ninjago - jay walker

he’s my least favourite ninja, but god is he a mood. annoying? me. anxious? me. having a mental breakdown and giving up all hope? me. hotel? trivago

ninjago - lloyd garmadon

daddy issues. just daddy issues.

avatar the last airbender - zuko

its the emo and being an awkward dork when it comes to making new friends.

avatar the last airbender - sokka

STRAIGHT UP DUMBASS! I FEEL IT IN MY BONES

gravity falls - grunkle stan

grumpy man who struggles to openly show affection? check.

teen titans - beast boy

boi be drinking dumbass juice for breakfast as well as poorly timed jokes, but unlike bb, I AINT NO FURRY

miraculous ladybug - nino lahiffe

100% ready to fight friend’s parents at any moment

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honeye · 4 years

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Okay @darylstorey I'll give ya everything I got for the Gar-grunk!

Ford was the first one to learn how to fly when they were young, making pops proud as always. Stan was once kinda overtook with jealousy and refused Ford's help on learning how to do it and tried on his own. He had no idea how, how high he could go and that, for instance, rock is way too much eavyer and fragile than what Ford is. He tried to jump off the lighthouse over the beach, he fell right into the ocean with a big splash. It's a miracle he survived and that's where he got his first scars.

He never flies, he's scared of heights and always will be until he actually has to do it to save his skin after he's been kicked out. Need a quick shortcut? Better than dying I guess. Over the years he made his fair amount of falls and cracks, he knew he could fix those with gold but it was getting harder and harder to find, at first he got his slice my making shady jobs but over the time he just kinda got tired of doing that, what's the point of keeping himself from crumbling to pieces right?

One day he receives Ford's card. A new reason to keep going! He uses all his remaining gold to pay for gas and runs straight to Oregon, weak and almost falling apart, but this is nothing if it means seeing his brother again.

Then the fight. His brother didn't even care about his scars, he was litterally losing pieces all over the floor and ford didn't even ask him how he was doing? The fight was pretty intense, to the point where Ford shoves him into the wall, the Magic burning simbol only amplifies the damage and his wing crumbles unter all the pressure and the strength Ford put into the kick.

It hurt, it hurt like nothing Stan has ever felt. He was weak, he had nothing to stitch himself up with, his wing shattered on the floor, he could see the golden bones under it. He was hurt both phisically and emotionally, he almost didn't realized he had pushed his twin into the portal.

Now he's there, in front of him a cold soulless portal who took away all that was left for him.

Ford didn't deserve to end like this, he was the better twin, he was everything he could never be... He needed to bring him back.

But first, he needed to stitch himself up. Thank goodness the other citizens had never seen his brother into town, all they knew was he had wings, well, kinda.

He started running the mystery shack to earn gold and keep his pieces togheter, he had a new reason to not let himself shatter into pieces, not because he cared about his well being, but because he couldn't let himself die without making sure his brother was alive and safe in the house he was currently living in.

The twins came around after so many Years, they are so small and fragile, he needs to protect them like he used to do with his own brother when he was young. He would give his life for them.

Stan usually covers his wing with some kind of sheet and rope, like one would cover an old umbrella or something, Noone can see how badly demaged his wing his. It's a sign of weakness, he can't show anyone how weak he actually is. He needs to be strong, just for a little linger.

The first time the twins see the shattered wing is durning ScaryOke, in the rush of the moment Stan had forgotten to cover it up so save the twins from the zombies.

Dipper tries not to ask any questions and Stan tries to hide it when the waters had calmed and they shut themselves up into their room to read the invisible ink from the journal.

Mabel, on the other hand. Can't stop looking at them with a worried expression.

After the whole zombie thing.... Things get kinda awkward, Dipper now understands why his grunkle was hiding his wing this whole time, Mabel.... She doesn't ask questions, but tries to stay much closer to her grunkle as much as possible, lots of comforting and hugging from both twins. At first Stan is against it, he doesn't need hugs! But then.... He actually let's himself go and enjoyies as Mabel tries to find new ways to make his wings look Badass and fix them with Paper, lots of glue and stickers.

Then the portal reopens, Ford comes out of it and first thing he does is, as Canon, punch Stan in the Face. The jerk. Only after the damage he's done he notices the little rocks falling on the ground from his brother face.

Ford looks at Stan, his Body is covered on thin lines of gold, way too many since last time he has seen him, right? He didn't actually get much time to fully look at him last time.... Especially after the -

Ford eyes fall into his brother wing, now way too obvious not to notice.

The golden skeleton shining against the portal light, he wants to apologies, but the Rage he felt just moment before still lies into his lungs, so instead of a quiet sorry what cames out of it is a frustrated roar that turns into a scolding to his twin.

Apologies can wait, what his twin has done has put everyone in danger. EVEN HIMSELF! How can Stan be so selfish and careless?! (Shut the **** up Ford)

Things are awkward, Stan decides not to hide his wing anymore cuz it hurt Mabel to see him do that, he needed to make the twins feel like they were trusted.Ford, on the other hand, he tried to cover his broken wing with his good one everytime they crossed path, feeling ashamed of his own weakness. This only increases Ford sense of guilt toward his twin.

After Weirdmagetton Ford makes him a substitute wing, something like what Hiccup makes for Toothless in how to train your dragon, u kno?

He might not be able to fly with it, but at least he won't feel ashamed by it anymore.

Stan will showoff his new wing anytime he could, opening them up as he stretches and as he fights, feeling proud and secure for the first time in a long long time.

Ford still feels so guilty about it, he apologies everytime it crosses his mind, wich is a lot of times.

#Monsterfalls #Monsterfalls au #Gargrunkle #Stan pines #Stanley pines #Grunkle stan #gravity falls

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After the Years, we meet again

Fandom: Gravity Falls Characters: Bill Cipher, Human!Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines Length: 1/26 Chapters Wordcount: 3800 Words

"Wie genau hast du dir das vorgestellt, Dipper? Wir können uns nicht trennen! Wir sind die Geheimnis-Zwillinge!", rief Mabel aufgebracht und lief in ihrem gemeinsamen Zimmer auf und ab. "Mabel, aber du möchtest doch...", fing Dipper an, doch seine Schwester unterbrach ihn sofort. "Was ich möchte ist egal, Dipdop! Was du möchtest, ist egal! Was wir möchten, das zählt. War das nicht immer so? Wir gegen den Rest der Welt?", fragte Mabel und sah ihn mit ihren riesigen Augen an. Dipper hasste es, wenn sie dies tat. Dann konnte er ihr niemals einen Wunsch abschlagen. "Mabel, es wären doch nur drei Jahre. Und es wäre ja nicht so, das wir uns gar nicht mehr sehen könnten.", versuchte Dipper seine Schwester zu beruhigen. "Nein! Du hättest keine Zeit mehr für mich, weil du dann ständig mit deinen Nerdfreunden abhängen würdest!", Tränen stiegen ihr in die Augen. Am liebsten hätte Dipper angefangen auf etwas herum zu kauen, aber er versuchte nun seit Jahren dieser furchtbaren Angewohnheit nicht mehr nach zu kommen. "Mabel, du wirst für immer meine Nummer Eins bleiben. Das verspreche ich dir. Komm schon Mabel, Geheimnis-Zwillingsversprechen.", Dipper streckte die Hand nach seinem Zwilling aus. Doch diese drehte ihm den Rücken zu und begann zu schluchzen. "Mabel, das ist wirklich unfair...", murmelte Dipper. "Unfair ist, das du mich alleine lässt.", schniefte sie. "Ich... Mabel, ich würde dich niemals alleine lassen. Wie könnte ich dich auch alleine lassen?", fragte Dipper und stand von seinem Bett auf. Vorsichtig ging er hinüber zu Mabels Seite des Zimmer. "Mabel, du wolltest doch schon immer an diese komische Designer-Schule. Und jetzt ist deine Chance! Mum und Dad haben es dir ermöglicht. Du kannst Mode für Schweine machen, wie du es schon immer wolltest." "Aber nicht mit dir...", schluchzte Mabel. Dipper setzte seine Cap ab und kratzte sich am Hinterkopf. "Mabel... Irgendwann... Ach Mann, Mabel, mach es mir doch nicht noch schwerer als dieser Abschied schon ist.", flüsterte er und starrte seinen Zwilling an. Diese drehte sich wieder zu ihm um. Ihr leichtes Make-Up, welches sie gar nicht nötig hatte, wie Dipper fand, war verschmiert und sie sah aus, wie ein kleiner Panda. Mabels lange, braune Haare waren zu einem lockeren Dutt zusammen gebunden, einzelne Strähnen fielen ihr ins Gesicht und ließen sie noch trauriger wirken, als sie es sowieso schon war. Dipper unterdrückte ein Stöhnen. Mabel kaute auf ihrer Lippe herum. Man sah ihr an, das sie nicht weiter wusste. "Pass auf Mabel, ich verspreche dir etwas. Wir werden jedes Wochenende, wirklich jedes Wochenende Skypen. Und ich schreibe dir jeden Abend einen genauen Bericht was am Tag passiert ist. Und in den Ferien wechseln wir uns ab. Mal kommst du zu mir und mal komme ich zu dir.", versuchte Dipper einen Kompromiss zu finden. "Jeden Tag?", Mabel wischte sich mit ihrem blinkenden Pullover über die Nase. "Jeden Tag.", versprach Dipper lächelnd. "Aber das gleiche gilt auch für dich. Jeden Tag und jedes Wochenende wird geskyped.", fügte er schnell hinzu. Letztendlich hatte Mabel zugestimmt. Erleichterung machte sich in Dipper breit. Natürlich, es war auch furchtbar schwer für ihn Mabel zu verlassen. Aber sie würden bald 18 werden und bald war es Zeit für sie, das Nest zu verlassen, wie sein Großonkel Stan immer sagte. Auch ihre Eltern waren dieser Meinung. Sie konnten nicht für den Rest ihres Lebens nur Zeit miteinander verbringen. Sie mussten hinaus in die weite Welt und neue Leute kennen lernen. Sich weiterbilden. Ihr Leben leben. Aber es war einfacher gesagt als getan. Vor allem, wenn man so wie Dipper und Mabel, ihr komplettes Leben miteinander verbracht hatte. Ihre Eltern verstanden diese Beziehung nicht. Mabel war Dippers bester Freund, genau wie Dipper Mabels bester Freund war. Sie hatten gemeinsam ihre größten Abendteuer erlebt. Großonkel Stan und Großonkel Ford sollten sie doch am besten verstehen und nicht jedes Mal versuchen, die beiden Geschwister auseinander zu bringen. Seufzend packte Dipper die letzten Reste seiner Kleidung in den Koffer, dann zog er den Reisverschluss zu. "Du fährst jetzt schon...?", hörte er seine Schwester hinter sich. Dipper drehte sich um und sah Mabel im Türrahmen stehen. Sie hatte die Arme vor der Brust verschränkt. "Am Samstag. Stan und Ford warten dann auf mich.", erklärte Dipper. "Okay...", flüsterte Mabel und wieder konnte Dipper Tränen in ihren Augenwinkeln sehen. "Hey, nicht weinen. Wir haben uns doch etwas versprochen, oder nicht?", lächelte er aufmunternd. "Richtig.", nickte sie und schon waren die Tränen wieder verschwunden. "Siehst du. Und jetzt, wie wäre es, wenn ich dich auf ein Eis einlade?", grinste Dipper. "So viele Kugeln wie ich möchte?", hauchte Mabel ehrfürchtig. Dipper bereute diese Antwort bereits, aber nickte dennoch. Sofort machte Mabel Freudenspringe. Kopfschüttelnd folgte er ihr hinaus, zu seinem Wagen. Zum 17. Geburtstag hatte ihr Dad ihnen beiden den Führerschein finanziert. Weil, man konnte ja nie wissen wann man mal einen Wagen brauchte, um seine Worte zu zitieren. Allerdings hatte Mabel dieses Geschenk abgelehnt, weil es reichte ja, wenn einer der beiden Auto fahren konnte. Und da die beiden fest davon ausgegangen waren, das sie sich niemals trennen würden, war es beschlossene Sache. So hatte Dipper seinen Führerschein gemacht und Mabel hatte ihr Geld für lustig bedruckte Stoffe ausgegeben. "Ganz ehrlich, ich bin schon ganz aufgeregt.", Mabel hüpfte förmlich in ihrem Sitz herum. "Mabel, bleib ruhig sitzen, ansonsten lenkst du mich ab und dann fahren wir in einen Baum.", maulte Dipper und konzentrierte sich auf die Straße, welche heute wieder einmal außerordentlich stark befahren war. Es war schönes Wetter, viele der Einwohner fuhren ins örtliche Freibad oder den See von Piedmont um in der Sonne zu liegen oder sich abzukühlen. Dipper fürchtete sich vor der Schlange an der Eisdiele, welche er eingeplant hatte. "Aber Dipping Sauce! Ich kann endlich Mode für Waddles machen!", rief Mabel aufgeregt und kramte aus ihrer Hosentasche eine Packung Lutschbonbons heraus. Dipper vermochte nur zu raten, wie lange die Dinger schon da drinnen waren. Diesen Sommer hatte Mabel diese Hose auf jeden Fall noch nicht getragen, so viel war sicher. Sie warf sich eines der Bonbons in den Mund und fing dann an, die Melodie ihres Lieblingsliedes zu summen. "Mach das Lied doch einfach an.", brummte Dipper. "Du klingst schon wie Grunkle Stan.", lachte Mabel und schaltete das Radio an. Dann wechselte sie auf den CD-Player und schon dröhnte 'Disco Girl' von BABBA aus den Boxen. Seufzend schüttelte Dipper den Kopf, blieb aber stumm. Mabel tanzte wie verrückt zur Musik. Nun gut, viel Bewegungsfreiheit hatte sie nicht, aber irgendwie schaffte sie es dennoch, exotische Bewegungen zu vollführen. Dipper konnte nur hoffen, das seine Schwester sich keine Knochen brach oder andere Verletzungen zu zog. Oder noch schlimmer, seinen Wagen zerstörte. Nachdem Dipper einen Parkplatz gefunden hatte, welcher nicht in der Mittagssonne lag, sprang Mabel aus dem Wagen, noch ehe Dipper den Wagen ausgeschaltet hatte und rannte davon. Seufzend sah Dipper ihr hinterher und ließ seinen Kopf auf das Lenkrad fallen. Ein lautes Hupen ertönte und erschreckte eine Familie, welche gerade an seinem Wagen vorbeigingen. Dipper machte sich so klein es ihm möglich war. Dann schaltete er den Wagen aus und stieg ebenfalls aus. Von Mabel war keine Spur zu sehen. "Manchmal...", murmelte er, steckte die Schlüssel ein und schulterte seine Tasche. Er lief über den Parkplatz, bis er Mabel entdeckte. Sie stand bei einem kleinen Verkaufsstand und besah sich die Blumen, welche der alte Mann ausstellte. Sie drehte sich zu ihm um und lächelte breit. Dann winkte sie ihm zu. Lächelnd ging er zu ihr. "Dipper, welche Blumen soll ich nehmen? Die weißen oder die blauen?", fragte sie, als er bei ihr angekommen war. "Die Weißen.", zuckte er mit den Schultern. "Du hast nicht mal hingesehen. Das haben sie auch gesehen oder?", fragte Mabel den Mann aufgeregt. Dipper verdrehte die Augen, dann besah er sich die Blumen. "Die Weißen. Und ich habe hingesehen. Jetzt hör auf den armen Mann zu belästigen, nimm die Blumen und lass uns Eis essen gehen." "Dipper du bist langweilig. Was sagen sie, welche sollte ich nehmen?", fragte Mabel und lächelte den alten Mann an. Dieser legte den Kopf schief. "Wie ihr Freund schon sagte, nehmen sie die Weißen.", lächelte er. Dipper und Mabel starrten ihn mit offenen Mündern an. "Das.... Das ist nicht...", stotterte Mabel. "Wir... Oh Himmel! Das ist meine Schwester!", zischte Dipper. Der alte Mann lachte nur, dann reichte er Mabel die Blumen. "Ich schenke sie ihnen, junge Frau. Als Entschuldigung." Mabel nahm die Blumen entgegen. "Vielen Dank.", lächelte sie. Endlich hatten sie es in die Innenstadt geschafft. So lange hatten sie für den Weg noch nie gebraucht. So viele Menschen konnten bei diesem Wetter doch nicht unterwegs sein. Dipper wollte am liebsten auf irgendetwas herumkauen. Er mochte diese großen Menschenmengen nicht. Sie machten ihn nervös. Das letzte Mal als er einer großen Menschenmenge gegenüber stand, waren sie alle zu einem riesigen Steinthron gestapelt gewesen. Nervös zuckte Dippers Auge, bei dem Gedanken an die Fearamid und deren Besitzer. "Alles gut?", fragte Mabel besorgt. "Ich hab nur gerade an den Sommer gedacht, als wir 12 waren.", murmelte Dipper. "Hey, Brobro! Keine Panik. Denk nicht mehr dran. Bill ist Geschichte.", munterte sie ihn auf. Dipper nickte. Einfacher gesagt als getan. Bill Cipher hatte seinen Körper übernommen und nicht ihren. Bill Cipher hatte ihn beinahe getötet und nicht sie. "Schau mal, die Eisdiele ist ganz leer! Lass uns schnell hin, ehe sie voll wird!", rief Mabel aufgeregt und zog ihn hinter sich her. Stolpernd folgte Dipper ihr und die dunklen Erinnerungen an ihre Kindheit waren vergessen. Dipper wusste, dass er die Entscheidung bereuen sollte, Mabel so viele Kugeln Eis zu versprechen, wie sie wollte. Sein Geldbeutel dankte ihm bestimmt nicht, nach dieser um ganze zehn Dollar leerer war. Nachdem Mabel stolz mit ihren sechs Kugeln Eis aus der Eisdiele marschierte, folgte Dipper ihr, mit seinen zwei Kugeln hinaus. Traurig streichelte er über den leerer wirkenden Geldbeutel. "Lass uns noch ein wenig Schaufensterbummel betreiben.", grinste Mabel ihn an. "Wieso?", fragte Dipper. "Nur so. Wieso muss bei dir eigentlich immer alles einen Grund haben?", zog sie ihn auf. Dipper verdrehte die Augen. Nicht alles hatte einen Grund bei ihm. Manchmal tat er auch Dinge, weil er Lust darauf hatte und nicht weil er einen Grund dafür hatte. Wieder zerrte sie ihn hinter sich her, als wäre er ein Hund. "Mabel, ich kann alleine laufen. Und außerdem schmilzt dein Eis gerade.", Dipper riss seinen Arm aus ihrem Griff los. "Was? Oh je!", maulte Mabel und fing an den Papierbecher sauber zu lecken. "Mabel!", schimpfte Dipper. Wieso konnte seine Schwester sich nicht einmal in der Öffentlichkeit benehmen? Mit Hochrotem Kopf ging er weiter. "Warte auf mich!", rief sie ihm nach, doch Dipper ging einfach weiter. "Das wäre doch etwas für dich oder nicht?", fragte Mabel und zupfte an seinem Shirt. Dipper blickte auf und erkannte sofort was Mabel meinte. Es war eine Weste, auf dessen Rücken ein riesiger Baum abgedruckt war. "Nein. Im Leben nicht. Mir reicht mein Cap.", sagte er und richtete dieses. "Aber Dipdop! Das ist dein Markenzeichen.", rief Mabel empört. "Na und? Ich trage es doch schon auf dem Kopf. Das sollte reichen.", sagte Dipper mit verschränkten Armen. Mabel sah ihn wieder mit diesen riesigen, traurigen Augen an. "Ahh.... Mabel du machst mich fertig. Ich werde sie mir nicht kaufen.", Dipper blieb standhaft. "Aber wenn ich sie dir kaufe, kannst du nicht nein sagen. Hier halt das, ich bin sofort wieder da.", rief Mabel, ehe sie in das Geschäft flitzte. Seufzend sah Dipper ihr hinterher. Eine halbe Stunde verging, ehe seine Schwester wieder kam. Das schlimmste daran war allerdings, dass sie nicht nur eine Tüte in der Hand hielt, sondern vier. "Will ich es wissen?", fragte er vorsichtig. "Nein.", grinste seine Schwester breit. "In Ordnung.", murmelte er und beäugte ein letztes Mal die Tüten. "Also, neben der Weste habe ich noch zwei Hosen, drei Shirts und zwei Sweatshirts gekauft. Du hast eindeutig zu wenig Klamotten. Wie willst du denn mit nur einem Koffer, drei Jahre auskommen?", fragte Mabel grinsend. "Du hast... Mabel du... manchmal frage ich mich wirklich wie es sein kann, dass du nicht ständig pleite bist.", sagte Dipper. "Aber danke." "Nicht dafür, kleiner Bruder.", grinste Mabel. Dipper verdrehte die Augen. Als sie 12 waren, war Mabel größer als er. Aber das hatte sich geändert, als sie 16 wurden. Nun war Dipper größer als Mabel. Doch das hielt seine Schwester nicht davon ab, ihn immer noch so zu nennen. "Wollen wir dann langsam zurück? Ich wollte noch einige Sachen einpacken.", sagte Dipper. "Schon? Es wurde doch gerade so lustig.", schmollte Mabel. "Komm schon Mabel, wir haben noch drei Tage, an denen können wir auch noch lustige Sachen machen.", schlug Dipper vor. "Und zwar?", fragte sie und strich sich eine der lockeren Strähnen aus dem Gesicht. "Wie wäre es mit... Wir könnten an den See an unsere gemeinsame, geheime Stelle gehen. Oder wir fahren morgen Nacht an den Aussichtspunkt. Es gibt einen Sternschnuppenschauer.", schlug Dipper vor. Sofort war Mabel begeistert. Als sie zuhause ankamen, wurden sie gleich von ihren Eltern begrüßt. Es war ein seltenes Ereignis, das die komplette Pines-Familie mal an einem Tisch saß und meistens bedeutete das nie etwas gutes. "Hey Mum! Hey Dad!", begrüßte Mabel ihre Eltern. "Hallo Mabel. Wie wär euer Tag?", fragte ihre Mutter. "Lustig. Dipper hat mir sechs Kugeln Eis ausgegeben.", strahlte Mabel. "Mason, du sollst doch nicht immer so viel Geld ausgeben.", rügte sein Vater ihn. "Was? Aber... Es tut mir leid.", murmelte er und vergrub seine Hände in seinen Hosentaschen. Jedes Mal bekam er Ärger, wenn er Geld ausgab. Mabel nie. Manchmal war sich Dipper sicher, das seine Eltern Mabel deutlich mehr liebten als ihn. "Setzt euch, wir haben euch etwas wichtiges mitzuteilen.", sagte sein Vater und legte endlich die Zeitung beiseite. Das war auch ein Punkt, der Dipper störte. Sein Vater sah ihn nie an, wenn er mit ihm schimpfte. Als wäre Dipper und seine 'Schandtaten', nur eine Kleinigkeit, die zwar bestraft, aber nicht beachtet werden musste. Mit Mabel war es da anders. Sie wurde von ihren Eltern angesehen. Langsam setzten sich die Zwillinge an den Tisch. Ihre Eltern blickten sie ernst an. "Wir werden Morgen früh abreisen. Einige Freunde haben uns eingeladen, unseren Urlaub bei ihnen zu verbringen. Deswegen werdet ihr ebenfalls Morgen früh abreisen. Deine Großonkel sind bereits informiert. Und deine Schule ebenfalls.", sagte sein Dad. "Was? Aber... Ich dachte Dipper verlässt mich erst am Samstag!", rief Mabel entrüstet. Dipper konnte seinen Ohren nicht trauen. Hatte er seinen Vater richtig verstanden? Er sollte sich früher als nötig war, von seiner Schwester trennen? "Kein 'Aber'. Ihr seid alt genug. Deswegen wäre es nun besser, wenn du deine Taschen packst, Mabel. Dann können wir morgen früh pünktlich um 6 Uhr los. Dein Flugzeug startet eine Stunde später. Und du wirst ja höchstwahrscheinlich mit dem Auto fahren, Mason?", fragte sein Vater. Dipper biss sich auf die Lippe und nickte nur stumm. Dann stand er auf, packte Mabel am Handgelenk und zerrte sie hinter sich her, hinauf zu ihrem Zimmer. "Das können die doch nicht machen!", rief Mabel. "Siehst du doch. Sie können es.", sagte Dipper lustlos. Er wollte sich noch nicht von seiner Schwester verabschieden. Er wollte noch länger Zeit mit ihr verbringen. Das durften seine Eltern ihnen nicht antun. "Dipper! Wir können nicht zulassen, das sie uns früher trennen als nötig ist.", Mabel streckte die Arme von sich und starrte ihn an. "Mabel, was sollen wir tun? Sie sind unsere Eltern und wenn sie meinen, das sie uns frühzeitig auseinander reißen müssen, dann tuen sie das. Und jetzt beschwer dich nicht, pack lieber deine Sachen.", sagte Dipper. Mabel starrte ihn entsetzt an. Sie verschränkte die Arme vor der Brust. "Du bist... Du bist echt das allerletzte Dipper!", schluchzte sie und warf sich auf ihr Bett, nur um dann in ihr Kissen zu weinen. "Mabel. Es tut mir leid. Ich finde diese Entscheidung auch nicht toll. Ich wollte morgen mit dir an den See fahren und Abend Sternschnuppen beobachten. Ich möchte so viel Zeit mit dir verbringen. Aber du kennst unsere Eltern. Sie werden nicht von ihrer Meinung abweichen.", erklärte Dipper. "Das ist doch unfair...", Mabel hatte Schluckauf bekommen. Und wieder sah sie aus, wie ein Panda. "Natürlich ist das unfair.", stimmte er ihr zu. "Ich wünschte wirklich unsere gemeinsame Zeit würde niemals zu Ende gehen.", flüsterte Mabel und drückte ihr rosafarbenes Kissen gegen ihre Brust. "Pass auf was du dir wünscht...", murmelte Dipper. Mabel starrte ihn an. "Es... Oh Gott Dipper, es tut mir furchtbar leid!", rief sie, warf das Kissen von sich und stolperte über ihre Kuscheltiere zu ihm. Sie schlang ihr Arme um ihn und drückte Dipper an sich. "Schon gut. Mabel, schon gut.", lächelte Dipper. In dieser Nacht träumte Dipper das erste Mal wieder furchtbar schlecht. Er war es gewohnt, schlecht zu träumen, natürlich, immerhin verfolgten ihn die Dinge, welche er in Gravity Falls erlebt hatte auch jetzt noch. 5 Jahre, 4 Therapeuten und unzählige schlaflose Nächte später und er fürchtete sich immer noch vor einem Traumdämonen, welchen sie vor 5 Jahren besiegt hatten. Dipper würde niemals von Bill Cipher loskommen. Immer noch, hielt dieses Monster ihn in seinen Klauen fest. Dipper würde niemals frei sein. Dipper wachte gegen 4 Uhr auf. Schweißgebadet und keuchend. Er starrte in das dunkle Zimmer und vergrub seine Hände tief in seiner Decke. Wie gerne würde er endlich aufhören, diese furchtbaren Alpträume zu haben. Er wollte nicht mehr daran denken, was Bill ihm, seiner Familie und Gravity Falls angetan hatte. Schon gar nicht wollte er daran denken, was Bill getan hätte, wenn er das Kraftfeld hätte durchbrechen können und die komplette Welt in das totale Chaos gestürzt hätte. "Dipdop?", flüsterte Mabel in der Dunkelheit. "Hey...", murmelte Dipper und strich sich durchs Gesicht. "Ist alles gut?", fragte sie leise. "Ja... Ja, natürlich.", nickte er und wusste, das Mabel sein Nicken sowieso nicht sehen konnte. "Kann ich rüber kommen? Irgendwie... fühle ich mich einsam.", murmelte seine Schwester. "Klar...", antwortete Dipper und rückte näher an die Wand. Keine Minute später senkte sich die Matratze und Mabel lag neben ihm. "Was ist, wenn mich die Leute an der Designer-Schule nicht mögen?", fragte Mabel. "Wie kann man dich nicht mögen?", fragte Dipper und drückte ihre Hand. "Immerhin, warst du immer der coolere Zwilling." "Dabei warst du der coolere Dipper. Du wusstest immer eine Lösung, egal für welches Problem.", sagte Mabel. "Das stimmt nicht. Viele Situationen konnte ich nur dank deiner Genialität lösen. Wie beispielsweise das Geheimnis um Quentin Trembley und den Betrüger Nathaniel Northwest.", sagte Dipper. Mabel kicherte neben ihm. "Ich hatte aus dem Papier einen Schiffshut gebastelt und damit haben wir die Karte gefunden." Dipper lächelte. "Siehst du? Ohne dich wäre ich aufgeschmissen gewesen. Oder als wir gegen Gideon gekämpft haben und beinahe in den Abgrund gestürzt wären, du uns aber auf magische Art und Weise mit deinem Enterhaken gerettet hast. Mabel, die Leute werden dich nicht mögen, die werden dich lieben und feiern. Du wirst überall Freunde finden.", sagte Dipper. Das war die Wahrheit. Mabel konnte schon immer besser Kontakte knüpfen als er. Er vergrub sich lieber unter Büchern. "Und du wirst überall Nerdfreunde finden.", lachte Mabel. "Auf jeden Fall.", nickte Dipper. Eine halbe Stunde später, es war 5 Uhr am Morgen, riss sein Vater die Tür zu ihrem Zimmer auf. "Aufstehen ihr Schlafmützen. Wir fahren in einer halben Stunde. Bringt Mabels Sachen ins Auto, macht euch fertig und dann verschwinden wir.", brummte sein Vater und donnerte die Tür wieder zu. Seufzend standen Dipper und Mabel auf. Nachdem alles verpackt war, sie sich fertig gemacht und gefrühstückt hatten, standen sie in dem nun leeren Raum und starrten sich an. Tränen schimmerten in ihrer beiden Augen. "Tja... das war es dann wohl?", fragte Dipper. "Das war es dann wohl.", nickte Mabel. Es herrschte diese merkwürdige Stille zwischen den beiden. Von unten hörten sie ihre Eltern durch das Haus laufen und irgendwelche wichtigen Sachen suchen. "Dipper... Ich..", fing Mabel an. "Sag es nicht. Es ist kein Abschied für immer. Denk an unser Versprechen. Jeden Tag einen Bericht und jedes Wochenende Skype. Und die Ferien verbringen wir ebenfalls gemeinsam.", grinste Dipper und hob seine Arme. "Und jetzt komm. Eine letzte peinliche Geschwisterumarmung." "Peinliche Geschwisterumarmung.", lachte Mabel und schlang ihre Arme um seinen Oberkörper. Einige Minuten später standen sie im Vorgarten und starrten hinauf zu dem Fenster, hinter welchem sie vor nicht einmal Fünf Minuten noch gelebt hatten. "Ruf mich an, wenn du angekommen bist.", sagte Mabel. "Heiliges Ehrenwort.", sagte Dipper. "Grüß alle von mir.", lächelte Mabel und strich sich ihre Haare aus dem Gesicht. "Mache ich auf jeden Fall.", nickte Dipper. "Gut. Und pass mir ja gut auf Waddles auf.", Mabel sah ihn böse an. "Natürlich passe ich gut auf Waddles auf.", lachte Dipper. "Komm jetzt Mabel!", rief seine Mutter. "Komme! Pass bitte auf dich auf. Und wenn irgendwas ist, egal was, dann ruf mich an! Für dich werde ich immer Zeit haben!", rief Mabel, ehe sie ihm den Rücken zudrehte und zum Wagen ihres Vaters lief. Dipper blieb einige Minuten länger stehen und sah dem davonfahrenden Wagen hinterher, ehe er sich selbst seinem Auto zudrehte und einstieg. Im Radio lief nichts, also schaltete er auf den CD-Player um. Wieder lief BABBA. Lächelnd lauschte er dem Lied und sang aus voller Kehle mit. Nur Mabel wusste von seiner geheimen Leidenschaft für diese isländische 70er Jahre Band. Er würde es auch niemals zugeben, das er alle Lieder von BABBA kannte. So kam es, das die komplette Fahrt bis nach Gravity Falls 'Disco Girl' in Dauerschleife lief. Als er das Willkommensschild von Gravity Falls hinter sich ließ, wechselte er auf eine weniger peinliche Band. Erleichterung machte sich in ihm breit. Endlich war er wieder zurück. Zurück in seinem zuhause. Zurück in Gravity Falls.

Ich hoffe es gefällt irgendwem... <3

#gravity falls #Bipper

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