Journal 2 - A Gravity falls Au

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The party is loud and annoying. Mabel is in charge of fun, Wendy and Robbie are running the ticket stand, and Soos is the DJ. Then, I have to behave and not crash it completely. That proves how responsible they think I am. Or how little of a man they see me as. I stay above on the stairs landing, watching the party. How will I show Northwest weirdness, without breaking the only job I was given, don't completely crash the party.

Its best for me to just sit in the attic and wait for the party to die out, but that breaks the job Bill gave me, what can I do, how can I stay where there is no party, but still show Northwest weirdness? One of Mable's boyband posters falls off of the wall. I have an idea.

I place a Pitt Cola on the table in the copier room. I stretch my arms and lie down on the copier. I take a deep breath and hit the copy button. As the green light passes over my body, I begin to question how big the copier is or how short I am? The machine beeps to indicate that it's done. I climb off the machine. The paper is already on the ground. I watch as it comes to life.

An identical clone to me rises up off the ground out of the paper. I say identical, but his colour pallet has been slightly drained, and the Pinetree from my hat has disappeared. "Your name will be 2." I tell him writing a 2 on his hat where the Pinetree should be.

"No, no, no. Not having 2 as my name." 2 argues.

"Ok? " I say.

"You know what name we always wanted." 2 says.

"Tyrone!" We both shout at the same time.

"Ok Tyrone, heres' the plan, you go downstairs and try to show a form of weirdness. While I will distract Stan downstairs."

"Shouldn't I distract Stan?"

"No, I Dipper was told not to crash the party, Tyrone wasn't told not to crash the party."

"We are smart, but what if I need help?"

"Easy, make another clone. He will be 3."

"Do we make another just in case?"

"Defiantly." I lie on the copier machine and let it go over me. 3 is born. I get up and label his hat, while Tyrone says, " Your name is 3, and your job is to help me."

"I'm not being called 3" 3 moans.

"Then what do you want us to call you." 2 sighs.

"TRACY!" 3 shouts.

"Weirdo." 2, and I both say.

"Oh well, we have to accept Tracy's choice." I say. "Is everyone good to go?" I ask.

"Shouldn't we get four, so we have an even number?" Tracy asks. Without question, I lie down on the copier for the fourth time today.

"PAPER JAM!" Tryon shouts, I stay lining down on the copier, I don't want to deal with it. Tyrone says that he has adopted Paper Jam.

We go again, Tracy explains to 4, 4 doesn't like his name and wants to be known by Quattro. Why would he want to be known by Quattro? Weird name of you ask me.

The plan was simple, I would distract Stan from any possible wrong doing that the clones happen to commit. Meanwhile, the clones will display the weirdness by all being in Northwests sight at the same time.

I walk down to the dance arena and begin to look out for Stan. It's been less than a minute and I already want to give up and drown out all the noise, or cover my ears and run into bed and block out all the noise with a pillow then lie there until the party's over. As if it was my unlucky day, Soos makes an announcement. I cover my ears, I don't need a stupid announcement. When I find Stan I'm dragging him right out of here and then outside into the woods where I will never hear the word party again.

Mabels runs up to me and grabs on my arm, "What the he'll Mabel!" I shout, but the music drowns out my voice. She pushes me on stage, "Hey Soos, me and Dipper can compete!" Mabel exclaims.
"Compete in what?" I question. I get ignored as the crowd parts.

Out comes  a blonde haired blue-eyed perfect body rich girl. She steps on stage, she is wearing a tight fitted light purple dress, with a grey belt and dark purple jacket. She has black tights, with brown boots that had fur on the top of them. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, dangling from her ears were two large light pure hooped earrings. "I'll be taking that party crown, thank you." Her voice is sour, but easy to listen to.

"I'm sorry, but you have to win the crown." Soos explains.
"I'm sorry, but who is going to compete against me, 5 year old wanna   be," She points at Mabel," Party hater," she points at me, " Wesler voice," she points at a girl in the crowd, "fork fingers." She points at the girl next to 'wesler voice'.
"Listen stuck up brat, I don't have a clue on what this competition is for, or who you paid to come up with those lame insults, but if you are going to insult my sister you are gone away." I shout.
"Oh, it's on nerd." She says.

And so me Mabel and rich stuck up blondie are in a competition where I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing.