Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Weirdmageddon 3: Take Back The Falls

"Wait," Dipper throws his weapons to the side, Mabel imitating his actions. 

"Grunkle Stan!" The three of us run into Stan's outstretched arms. 

"Kids! I can't believe it! I thought I lost you three!"

All of a sudden, Soos joins in our hug, wrapping his arms around Stan in a bone-crushing embrace. "Mr Pines! It's really you! I've been hugging strangers to practice for this moment."

Wendy slammed into Stan and wrapped her arms around him, not wanting to miss out on our hug as well. "We missed you, you old codger!"

Stan places the three of us down gently and chuckled. "I've missed you knuckleheads, too. It's good to have you back."

"So...what's everyone doing here?" Dipper gasps in surprise, lifting his foot up so as to let a few Lilliputtians walk through.

"Yeah, there's like monsters and gnomes, and is Pacifica wearing a potato sack?" Mabel questioned. 

"Hey! Even in a sack I still look better than you," Pacifica retorted.

"It's-It's a long story," The Multi-Bear chimed in, his hands and heads mostly wrapped in bandages and covered with bruises. 'The apocalypse did not treat him well.' 

A familiar wax head appears in the vents behind Grenda, his head peering out through the vent's tiny slits. "Hey, is anyone gonna feed me? Larry King's disembodied wax head wants num-nums."

"We're trying to ration our food, remember?" Grenda reminded, only for Wax Larry King to chew on her hair. "Uhhh...it's happening again."

Multi-Bear helpfully closes the vents, sparing her the trouble of having to experience that again. 

Pituitaur looks out of the window, warning of us the impending danger outside. "Hey, everyone! Eye-Bat!"

Everyone, well, of course except me, gasps in response but recovers their composure rather quickly and after executing some hasty evasive manoeuvres, during which Stan slams the door and grabs us triplets in his arms, hiding us under him and asking us to remain silent. The refugees the Shack was housing also scattered, scrambling to find a place to hide.

"Hit the lights!" The gnomes ordered, someone doing as they commanded. Thankfully, after some lengthy and interminable surveying from the Eye-Bat, it flies away, leaving us all in peace. After we breathe a collective sigh of relief and Stan lights up the Shack, courtesy of a match and a can, he begins to explain everything that happened while we were away. "Welcome to what's left of normal around here. Home base."

The fire illumes and illuminates the room in the Shack, enabling us to survey everyone that was seated in the room. Almost all, if not all of the creatures or humans in the room were nursing some form of injury sustained or afflicted to them during the apocalypse. 

Dipper turns back, only to be met with a certain yellow pixelated figure that kicked me in the stomach the last time we locked horns. "Ah! Rumble McSkirmish?"

"Do not be afraid. Weirdmageddon has taught me, there are some battles I cannot win. I am now Humble McSkirmish." An ironic digital -50 despair popped up next to Rumble McSkirmish, evaporating and disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

"Grunkle Stan, how'd this all happen?" Mabel inquired in concern.

"So I was hammering signs out back when the sky started vomiting nightmares. I listen to a lot of AM radio so I knew what this meant: the end of the world. What I didn't expect was what happened next. Turns out whatever you and my brother did to the Shack with your unicorn voodoo made the crazy place invincible to weirdness."