Warnings: some emotional manipulation near the end
Word count: 2077
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Recently, my cousins once removed or something (I don't truly understand how that works) came to visit for the summer. Mabel and Dipper Pines. And Grandpa Stan was kind enough to give them the attic. I'm just glad they aren't staying in my room.
"VICKIE!" Mabel bursts into my room. So much for privacy. She bounces up and down, grinning wide, braces visible from a mile away. Frankly, for this girl, it's the norm. It's hard to tell what she's excited about. She might have huge news or just found a cool rock.
I turn my head to look at the tween, "What is it, Mabel?" I ask. She looks about ready to take off into space and I can't help but smile. The kid is a riot.
"So like. You know boys, right?" she asks.
"Do you mean in general or a specific one?" I ask.
"Norman Mann! He's my boyfriend!!" she says. I didn't know it was possible to smile wider but the girl has found a way.
"Cool. Can I meet him so he can have the 'Older Cousin Stamp of Approval'?" I ask. Mabel rolls up the sleeves of her blue kitten sweater and grabs my arm, dragging me down the hallway into the living room where Grandpa Stan was sitting in his underwear, per usual.
She brings me to where a teen boy was standing. Well, sort of standing. He looked like he was trying not to fall. This boy has your average emo haircut and jacket, like Robbie Valentino, one of Wendy's friends. He has some sort of skin problem that I assume is acne. He seems like the average teenager, maybe a bit too old for Mabel, but as long as he's respectful, I'm sure it's fine.
"Hi, I'm Vickie," I hold out my hand for him to shake it.
"I'm... um. Norman. Norman Mann," he says holding out his hand as if he wasn't controlling it. I assume he's tired or something based on the bags under his eyes.
"What do you think?" Mabel asks, clinging to her new boyfriend's arm.
"As long as you're happy," I tell her and she bounces with boundless energy. "What do you think, grandpa?" I ask.
"Eh," he grumbles to himself in his usual manner, scratching the side of his stomach.
"Going on a date! BYEEEE!" Mabel yanked Norman and he quickly stumbles behind her, trying to keep up. Then she slams the door behind her and they're gone.
Grandpa is watching some sort of weird old-person show I could care less about, so I head into the kitchen where Soos and Dipper are sitting. "Y'know dude, you need some proof," Soos says, sweeping up a pile of spilled cereal.
"Proof of what?" I ask, opening the fridge to find an opened jug of milk. Grandpa must have drunk straight from the container. Disgusting.
"Proof that Mabel's boyfriend is a zombie!" Dipper exclaimed, holding out a journal and showing me a page that has a header that reads 'Zombies'.
"What is this?" I ask, looking over the journal. The cover has a hand with a three on it. "This hand... it has six fingers. Like me," I gasp in wonder, "I mean... how many people have six fingers? Who wrote this?" I flip through the pages, finding everything is about the supernatural and fantasy creatures.
"We don't know. I found it buried in the yard. There must be two others," Dipper thinks out loud. I look out the window onto the yard where Wendy is being picked up in a van by some of her friends.
I don't want to say what I'm thinking. Whoever this six-fingered guy is could be my father. My mom never left Gravity Falls before she died. Regardless, this journal interests me.
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Fanfiction"You don't deserve love". That's all Victoria Pines knew when she was six. Then she made a stupid deal with a triangle... and now she has the family she always dreamed of. But at what cost? He could take it away at any minute. He's keeping something...
