Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Break-Up Call

Time Skip

It was already night, the moon illuming the night sky along with the countless other stars in the sky, the couple producing quite an extravaganza in the sky, one that was second to none and a sight that was as scarce as hen's teeth in urban cities. Were we admiring the view, you ask? No, we were doing the exact opposite, dismissing it as something trifling and of subordinate importance to the cause. Dipper, CD in hand was pacing up and down the kitchen in the Mystery Shack whereas Stan was stocking up on meat for the apocalypse. 'The apocalypse actually will come much later on. Good on Stan for making early preparations.'

I mind my own business, sitting down on a chair I had grabbed earlier, just watching Dipper wander aimlessly around the kitchen.

Stan finally notices Dipper and questions his action. "What's with the pacing, kid? You look even more freaked out than usual."

"Um, I dunno..." he pauses, letting out a long sigh. " You wouldn't understand."

"Just tell him, Dipper. What's the worst that could happen?" I coax.

Stan nods encouragingly. "Yeah, try me."

Dipper finally nods and tells Stan the problem he was facing.

Ok. This is gonna sound weird, but I think Robbie might be brainwashing Wendy with music," Dipper told Stan frankly.

"I've seen this before," Stan said confidently. "Her name was Carla McCorkle. Carla 'Hotpants' McCorkle." He allows his mind to wander back to a time that antedated ours.

After he finishes recounting his story to both of us, Dipper mood brightens immensely. "So, wait... you actually believe my theory?"

"You're darn right I do. And we're gonna get to the bottom of it," Stan said determinedly.

Dipper smiles upon hearing this.

"Right after I get to the bottom of this brown meat," Stan empties the content of the brown meat can into his mouth.

I turned away in utter revulsion.

Stan tries his hand at making a pun and fails miserably. "Om, nom, it's apocolicious!"

He eventually finishes eating and the three of us make our way to the living room, where the record player is situated. Stan then tells us about the music he uses in the Mystery Shack.

"Y'see, Dipper, Magnus, music has subliminal mind control hidden in it all the time. If you listen closely, even the music I play in the Gift Shop has subtle hidden messages."

"You mean music where you scream at customers to buy your merchandise?" I ask him matter-of-factly.

"Yes," Stan admits and scratches his hairy neck. "But anyway, the point is, if you wanna hear the mind-controlling messages, you gotta slow down the record. Gimme that LP," Stan retrieves the record player and places it on the dining table. He subsequently takes hold of the CD from Dipper's hand, placing it on the record player.

However, only the sound of crackling could be heard and the sight of stray electric sparks could be seen.

"Oh, right," Dipper focuses on the record players intently.

"We're doin' something wrong here, but I can't put my finger on it..." Stan rubs his chin in thought.

'I'll let them figure this out by themselves.'

My train of thought was interrupted after Mabel, Candy and Grenda enters the Shack with a girthy and bulky sports bag. Mabel was panting, breathing heavily and moaning from the effort she put in to carry the sports bag into the Shack. This seems to draw Dipper's attention so naturally, he goes over to greet them.