Summer with the Pine Twins: Summer's Coming to an End

A Tale of Two Stans: Part 2

Grunkle's Stan's p.o.v.

"I had made my mark alright, unfortunately so did the shammies, apparently the cheap dye I had used to color them only made stains worse. Customers weren't crazy about that luckily they were chasing me with Stan. co-brand pitchforks. I was officially banned from New Jersey and with a quick name change Steve Pennington was ready to take on Pennsylvania." I then explain my next sham.

"Hi! 'm Steve Pennington, are you sick of bandages that are hard to remove? Then what you need is the Rip-Off, it won't give you rashes, I repeat it won't give you rashes," It gave you rashes.

"I traveled the whole country, sometimes outside of it, always one step ahead of the law. Looking for something to be my big break." "Woah, so that explains all the fake IDs," Mabel comments and Dipper turns to Ford and Grace. "But wait what about you two? Did you end up going to your dream school?" The two grimace as he's given an answer. "Not exactly."

Grace's p.o.v.

"Alright, I know Backupsmore wasn't anyone's choice but what we lack in prestige we make up for in mostly bug-free dorms!" The dean tells the incoming freshmen and I sigh, turning my head to see Ford staring down at an old family photo of his, depicting how close he and his brother used to be.

"In a place like that we had to work twice as hard, luckily that's what we do best when working together. We went from undergrad to Ph.D. three years ahead of schedule, wrote a thesis that was nationally ranked, and were awarded an enormous grant for our own scientific research. But what to study? For his whole life, Ford had been teased for his six-fingers but that had us thinking about anomalies, things that were odd and unusual, statistically impossible, and according to our investigations there was one place with a higher concentration of these things than anywhere else, a small lumber town in roadkill county Oregon: Gravity Falls."

Grunkle Stan's p.o.v.

"Meanwhile your old Uncle Stan was doing great, I had come up with a sophisticated new business strategy."

"Come on, come on, owl, owl, football player with an omelet?!" I scratch the lotto ticket, soon crumpling it up and tossing it away before my attention turns to an image of me and Ford wrestling and frown.

"I was in great shape! Living on my own and the best part was I didn't need help from nobody."

Stepping out of the car I approach the telephone and call my brother, I play with the cord as I hear the phone ring. "Hello, this is Stanford Pines," He answers ad guilt washes over me and I quickly hang up before leaning on the phone.

Grace's p.o.v.

"We were heading out as well, we set work using the grant money to investigate the strange properties of this town, what would we find here? We began investigating at once, knowing we'd have to record our findings and we began to keep a journal," Ford explains when Dipper lets out an excited shriek about the journals. We all stare at him and he nervously coughs while (y/n) gives him a smirk. "Sorry, sorry just um got excited there about the journals, keep talking." "We began to keep a journal."

Another excited shriek. "Ahem, just going to ignore that. It wasn't long after we began them that (y/n) was put into our care and unsure of how to keep a watchful eye on her, we decided to take her with us as we searched for anomalies and they were everywhere, the more we looked, the more we found."

We explain a few things we found such as the eye bats, the shapeshifter egg, gnomes, and more. "I had finally found a place where I felt at home, and with the woman I love but something nagged at us: where did it all come from? It came to us that the answer must lie outside of our world. A dimension of weirdness leaking into ours. We realized the only way to understand Gravity Falls was to build a gateway, a portal to the source of its weirdness, but we needed help. I had decided to call up my old college buddy Fiddleford McGucket, a young and brilliant mechanic who was wasting his talent trying to make personal computers in  some garage in Calalto."