Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Mabel's Miseries

Time Skip

After we somehow managed to knock the Gremloblin out cold and drag its body into a cage, we made our way back to the Shack. We miraculously managed to get the cage in through the back door of the Shack and before showing the monster to the audience, Dipper covers the cage with a drape. "Ladies and Gentlemen! My name's Honest Dipper and this is my triplet, Magnus, unlike my cheating uncle, we have something to show you that isn't a hoax! It nearly killed both of us trying to get him into that cage (I can confirm this), behold, part gremlin, part goblin, the Gremloblin!" Dipper unveiled the cage and presented the now conscious Gremloblin in its glory for everyone in the Shack to see.

The Gremloblin snarls in fury and pulls on the cage bars, roaring in protest and spitting out a human bone.

The bone lands in front of an unsuspecting tourist donning a blue shirt with a pair of glasses, a camera draped over his neck. "Well, that's fun." 

The woman, presumably, the man's wife standing next to him, had the absolute effrontery to call the Gremloblin fake.  "It's fake, honey. You can see the strings." 

"Could a fake monster spit out human bones?" I argue. 

"Well, that's obviously fake too," the woman laughs scornfully. I could almost sense Dipper's frustration grow.

The woman notices one of Stan's made-up attractions and ambles over to it, somehow enraptured by it more. "Oh, look at this dear. The Six-packalope." 

"Wordplay!" the man chuckles in delight, taking a photo of the Six-packalope.

Dipper's frustration finally boils over as he walks over and pulls the couple back to the cage. "No, everything else here is fake. This is a real paranormal beast. Hey, fun fact about this little guy, if you look into his eyes, you can see your worst nightmare," Dipper declared proudly.

"Wait, don't actually look into his eyes!" I attempt to stop the couple, stepping in front of them and waving my hands but I was too late. They had already stared into his eyes and before I knew it, they lay on the floor paralysed and probably traumatised for life.

"Dipper, really?" I scold.

"What?" he questions innocently. "I just told them a fun fact." 

"Whatever, just call an ambulance," I urge. He complies, darting over to the Mystery Shack's phone and dialling for an ambulance.

Minutes later, an ambulance arrived, the poor couple taken into it and driven away to the nearest hospital tout de suite.

Mabel, on the other hand, was preoccupied with everything else going on in the Shack as she gave Wendy the day off. After she finished sorting everything out, she slumped down behind the counter, fatigue finally catching up to her. We join her, also jaded from today's events.

"Well, both of us just made two people go insane. How about you?" 

"I'm so tired," she admits and sighs. "I gave Wendy the day off so I had to do her job." 

"Well, maybe you need to start being a little bit tougher around here," Dipper advised.

"Yeah Mabel, it's good to be nice but not too nice to the point where people start taking advantage of you," I counsel.  

"No way, that's what Stan would do! I just need to think positive, be friendly, and everything will work out fine," she reassures. 

Of course, everything didn't work out fine as she had promised earlier because the Gremloblin emerges from nowhere, breaking down the Shack's wall, causing tourists to stream out of the Shack in numbers, screaming and fleeing in fear.