Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons

I wake up the next day, already feeling much better, sleep and rest taking the edge off the pain that wreaked havoc on my body yesterday. I check my phone, which now read 8.30 am, indicating that I had woken up at my usual time.

After taking a reinvigorating and rejuvenating shower and noticing that the swelling on my chest had reduced immensely while I was at it, I sauntered downstairs to find Stan, Mabel and Dipper unwinding in the gift shop, just remembering that the Mystery Shack was closed today for repairs.

"How productive," I commented sarcastically and lay down next to Mabel on the brown, wooden-boarded floors of the Shack.

"Oh, you're just in time Magnus! Look, I just ate a bag of Cheese Boodles without using my hands." She blew the empty and barren packet of Cheese Boodles up in the air, the air carrying it downwards in a sedate and leisurely spiral. "Lazy Tuesday, you are delivering in a big way!" 'I think I would be able to do that but I think that would constitute as an abuse of my powers.'

"Uhhh, good job. I guess?" I said awkwardly, not really knowing how to congratulate her.

Stan concurred with Mabel. "Heh. Yeah. It's nice to finally have a day where nothing interesting happens whatsoever." The instant he completed his sentence, a gust of wind breezes and combs our hair, knocking our hair back. We soon find out that the abrupt rush of wind originated from the vending machine which Ford came out of with a Cycloptopus on his wrist, prompting shrieks of terror from us triplets. I get up with Mabel and immediately extended my arm in front of her protectively. 'Yikes, it looks scarier than what I had imagined.'

"Get down! Don't let it taste human flesh!" Ford ordered, his left hand curling into a fist and punching the Cyloptopus on his right wrist, causing the slimy, green, octopus-like monster to tip-toe across the room in order to evade inevitable death.

"What is it?!" Dipper jumped aside as the monster skittered past him.

"Can we keep it?" Mabel asked, her curiosity almost getting the better of her as she reached out to grab it when it was slithering past her, only prevented from doing so by me.

"Magnus, I wanted to touch it," she whined and pouted, swiping her hand away from me.

"Mabel, did you not hear what Ford said earlier?" I asked, letting out a sigh of disapproval.

"Shhh," she put her finger on her lips, pointing to Ford who was now closing in on the creature, who was now backed up into a corner.

"Patience... and," Ford approaches it cautiously, biding his time and waiting for the right moment to grab the monster. The right moment eventually came when the monster's eye suddenly turned into a screaming mouth, Ford seizing the golden opportunity and killing the beast. "Gotcha!"

Ford presented the monster to us proudly, its remains coal-black and charred as if it were barbecued. However, Ford did not seem the least bit bothered by this, as evidenced by the broad grin that spread over his face.

"Great. Now get it outta here. It smells like if death could barf." Stan pinched his nose as Ford passed by him, the corpse of the monster leaving a trail of white smoke behind him, the smoke reeking of its acrid and foul stench.

"Goodness, that is stinky!" I agreed with Stan, pinching my nose at once and feeling my stomach churn within me when its scent found its way to my nose.

"Great-uncle Ford! You need any help with that? I've read all about these creatures in your journal, and I think I know how to-" Dipper was cut off by Ford respectfully.

"No! I'm sorry, Dipper, but the dark weird road I travel, I'm afraid you cannot follow. Well, call me for dinner!" Ford departed and closed the vending machine door behind him.