Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Wax Terminators

"There were a lot of unhappy customers at the unveiling. The murderer could have been anyone," Dipper said in a tone that indicated that he was deep in thought.

"Uhh, guys, I think I found something," I interrupted Dipper from his train of thoughts, pointing at the axe behind the couch. 

"Great job Magnus! I think we just found our first clue guys."

Time Skip

"In my opinion, this is an axe," Soos concludes after we show him the axe we found earlier. 'As useful as ever, Soos.'

"Wait a minute," Mabel's head suddenly perks up in realisation. "The lumberjack!" 

"Of course!" we cry in unison.

"He was furious when he didn't get free pizza," Dipper noted.

"Furious enough, for murder!" Mabel waves her fist in the air irately.

"Oh, you mean Manly Dan. Yeah, he hangs out at this crazy intense biker joint downtown, Skull Fracture," Soos chimes in.

I decide to steal Mabel's line. "Then that's where we're going." 

"Dude, this is awesome. You three are like: The Mystery Triplets!"

"Don't call us that," Dipper told Soos off in embarrassment.

I gave Dipper my honest opinion. "Well, I like that nickname." 

"I do too!" Mabel agreed, nodding her head eagerly and thus settling the argument once in for all.

Time Skip

Dipper, Mabel and I were now standing in a dark alleyway adjacent to Skull Fracture, hiding behind a garbage dumpster, the fetid odour emanating from it pervaded the air around us, making me pinch my nose in disgust, wanting to get away from it as soon as possible. Dipper sneaks a few furtive glances at the burly bouncer that stood in front of the infamous bar, the queasy look on his face right now indicating that he also wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.

"This is the place. Got any fake IDs?" Dipper questioned silently, looking towards Mabel.

Mabel hands us our respective fake IDs, unruffled by anything it seemed, a goofy grin still on her face. I don't even bother to look down at my fake ID because of the sickening and nauseating stench I was forced to inhale right now.

"Well, here goes nothing," Dipper muttered silently, walking off quickly to the bar with Mabel and me in tow. I help myself to generous gulps of fresh air along the way, thankful that everything smelt so much better now. The nausea that hit me in sickening waves earlier had finally eased up as well and now, I could focus on the task at hand.

"We're here to interrogate Manly Dan the lumberjack for the murder of wax Stan," Mabel told the security guard standing guard in front of Skull Fracture casually, all of us showing him our fake IDs like professional FBI agents even though we were the total anthesis of that.

"Works for me," Tats the bouncer in front opens the door to let us in, not even a scintilla of suspension present in his voice or gaze. We didn't even need to be told twice to walk in so we walk in instantaneously to avoid arousing suspicion of any sort from Tats.

We breathe a collective sigh of relief once we enter, the three of us firmly inside the bar now, standing in the epicentre of the bar. Dipper installs himself as the de facto leader of our trio unconsciously, taking charge of the situation. "Alright, let's just try to blend in, ok?"

"You got it Dippin Sauce," Mabel gave him finger guns while I nod affirmatively.

Dipper then walked over to Manly Dan to interrogate him, I tail him from behind, interested to see if the show would follow its natural course.