Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Dreamscaperers

The tempestuous winds howl outside, spurred on by the stentorian crackles of thunder and the raindrops that pelt against the Shack unwaveringly. Yeah, very gloomy weather right? Since we couldn't really do much, the twins and I settle on playing a board game, specifically Conflict Boat to pass the time. Right now, Dipper was facing Mabel

Dipper finally made up his mind after an interminable amount of cogitation. "I'm gonna say... B5." 

"Miss! Whop!" Mabel places her peg in the centre of her board, effectively creating a cat face from all the pegs that she had strategically positioned earlier.

"I don't think you're playing this right," Dipper looks to me for confirmation.

"I don't even know the rules of this game Dipper. I don't know everything you know that?" I sigh, telling the 12-year-old boy candidly.

Before he could reply, Stan calls for us to come downstairs. 

We obey his command, rushing downstairs from our room to the living room to check out what was up.

"I need you to laugh at this with me!" Stan gestures at the TV, where a commercial for the Tent Of Telepathy, featuring Gideon of course, was currently playing.

Dipper stares at the TV screen in disdain. "Ugh, Gideon!" 

Mabel looks on uneasily. "Remember when I wouldn't date him and he tried to destroy us?" 

"Yes, I do remember because I was almost destroyed by him," I answer, my mind drifting back to the previous fights I had with him.

Stan pounds the sofa in anger. "He's always trying to trick me into losing the Mystery Shack." 

"One time I caught him stealing my moisturiser," Wendy narrows her eyes in suspicion. 'That is disgusting, I don't even want to know or imagine what he does with the moisturiser he steals.'

Soos walks into our conversation, dispensing his wisdom. "And yet, our mutual hatred for him bonds us together." 

"Come on down to Lil Gideon's Tent of Telepathy, opening soon at this location," The TV shows the Mystery Shack being crushed by the Tent Of Telepathy.

Dipper wears a perturbed look. "Uh, should we be worried about that?" 

Stan only downplays his concerns. "Please, the only way Gideon's taking over this shack is by breaking in and stealing my deed."

All of a sudden, a 'crash' was heard from upstairs, the raucous sound floating all the way to our ears. 

Wendy's gaze shifts upwards. "You mean like, right now?" 

All of us dart upstairs to Stan's office and sure enough, we find Gideon sitting down, attempting to crack open Stan's safe by inputting a variety of passwords.

"Gideon!" Stan exclaimed incandescently, making Gideon turn around to face him.

Gideon tries to reply Stan wittily, "Well, well, Stanford, my arch-nemesis. We seem to have entered a dangerous game of cat and mouse. But the question remains, who is the cat, and who is the-"

"Soos, broom," Stan extends his hand plainly, Gideon's brief speech not producing the effect intended. Soos complies, handing Stan the broom he was holding.

"Oh no, not the broom!" Gideon shrinks back in terror, fleeing away from the elderly man as he presses on with the broom. Gideon scampers out of the Shack and into the unforgiving run, not before he was whacked by the broom twice. "You mark my words, Stanford, one day I'm gonna get that combination. And once I steal that deed, you'll never see the Mystery Shack again!"