I. Tourist Trapped

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[May — June 1nd, 2012]

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[May — June 1nd, 2012]

Dipper Pines's, 3rd POV



𝑨𝒉!~ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌!





"So, you want cheese on that, hon?" A man, Hank, asked his wife as he flips a steaming juicy patty.

𝑨 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚.


"Sure Hank." His wife agreed as they watch their kids run around in a circle enjoying the beginning days of Summer alongside friends at a nearby picnic table, eating delicious burgers.

. . .𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆.


A group of screaming preteens riding in a white gold cart burst through a huge sign, welcoming travelers to "GRAVITY FALLS" as they land back onto a tail, swerving around carelessly.


"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"GGRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

"It's getting closer!"

"Take this—! HOME RUN!"

"GGRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒀/𝒏).

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓.

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