Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

The Perculiar President

Time Skip

We arrive at the cemetery, somehow managing to evade the two policemen.

"Ah... " Dipper places his finger on his chin, inspecting the grey statue from our second clue from afar. "The statue must be pointing to the next clue." 

Dipper looks in the direction the statue is pointing, missing the moment Mabel play around with the statue by climbing up the statue, putting her nose under the statue's finger. "Oh, gross! She's picking my nose! Ha ha!" 

The tip of the statue's finger bends upwards, opening a secret door in the grave beneath her. Dipper is alerted to the sudden movement, gazing downwards and catching sight of the secret entrance. "Mabel, Magnus look," Dipper gestures downwards, pointing excitedly at the secret entrance.

"Ha! Who's silly now, Pacifica? Bam!" Mabel shouts exultantly, trying to jump off the statue but realises she is stuck. "Ahh! Ow. Ow. Ow." Mabel cries in pain as the statue's finger tugged on the interior of her nose. 'That has got to hurt. The fact that she doesn't sustain any injuries here is extremely surprising.'

She finally manages to extricate herself, jumping down from the statue and zooming over to us as if nothing happened.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice laced with concern. 

She smiles brightly, giving me a toothy grin to reassure me. "Yeah, I'm okay."

I nod and together, we go through the opening of the secret grave and descend down the stairs.

"Now we're getting into real conspiracy mode. I feel serious. Mmm." Mabel unwraps and munches on some candy, throwing their wrappers onto the floor without sparing a second thought.

I sigh, picking up her candy wrappers and putting them in my pocket, reminding myself to dispose of them in a dustbin later.

Dipper was already at the bottom of the staircase biding his time, instructing us on what we should do once we reach his position. "Okay guys, we should look out for booby traps." 

"Ha! Booby traps." We proceed forward until Mabel unwittingly steps on a tile that triggers a bunch of tranquillizer darts to fly out of the walls towards us rapidly, giving us little time to react.

"Tranquilizer darts!" Dipper warns, grabbing both of our hands and guiding us through. We somehow manage to elude all of the tranquiliser darts in all types of ways, pulling out all the stops just to get to a small room on the other side, abound with confidential and historical information.

Mabel's eyes dart around, gazing at everything that was present in the room. "It's a treasure trove of historic-y, secret-y things."

"Mabel, historic-y and secret-y are not words," I reminded, insisting on correcting anything I found to be erroneous in her sentences.

"Whatever, who cares?" Mabel flails her arms up in annoyance,  continuing to browse through some confidential documents. "Oh, man! Ben Franklin secretly was a woman!"

"Ooh, let me see!" I take a peek at the documents, finding that my actions weren't necessary because she hands them to me the instant I request them. 

In the meantime, Dipper picks up a document titled: 'Northwest Cover-Up.' "Hey, jackpot! Now we'll find out who the real town founder was." He begins reading from said document. "Let it be here recorded that Nathaniel Northwest, fabled founder of Gravity Falls, was, in fact, a fraud...as well as a waste-shovelling village idiot?" Dipper questions in incredulity but wears a gleeful smile, believing every word he was reading. "Oh, bad news for Pacifica. Wait'll the papers hear about this!"