An Odd Thing

A Dangerous Show

Dipper fell asleep rather quickly, his dreams consisting of nothing but darkness that seemed to last for only a few seconds before he was up again, frowning deeply and throwing his pillow at the window with an agrivated grunt. Stupid Sun, stupid birds, stupid thin curtains.
The room softly laminated in sunlights. Quiet chirping outside, since the small noise of the thrown freightened a few birds.

The two light haired siblings awakened and did the usual.
But instead of having normal breakfast, they figured they could just reheat the burgers they had packed up.
Which was strange for the morning. But for sure it was still good.
After munching on their sandwiches, Pacifica got out a tiny mirror and picked out food from her braces with a floss.
"What do we do today?" "Ehhh, 'unno Gideon... Maybe... Oh yeah oh yeah! The Pine Twins are doing a show either today or tomorrow, can't remember though--" "No." "Why not my friends are going!-" "Paz, we can't see those guys again!! It's almost everyday that we see them, and that's starting to get suspiously creepy... Haven't you noticed? The waterfall, the mixtape, the sea monster, the creepy zombie hands!! I could list a bunch more if you wanted!" "Hm... Truuueeee, true. But my friends REALLY wanted to go!!"
"You know what, you can go Paz, I'm not stopping you. But I ain't going!!" Gideon huffed and crossed his arms. "Their magic is weird and REAL Pacifica..."
"... ... ... Don't you wanna see Dipppppperrrrr??" She suddenly smirked. His eyelids lifted high at the persuasion. Dipper always did look really charming on stage-- "NO! He's j-just being fake though so it doesn't even m-matter!..." "Okayyyyyyy fine I give up Gideon!... If you need me, text dude." She waved off and ran out.

Dipper slowly made his way out of his bed and dragged himself to his restroom. A show they had indeed. Dipper began to mentally prepare himself so he wouldn't snap and burn everyone alive again.
He brushed his teeth, his hair, and washed his face. He walked to hidden closet and grabbed his costume, in the mist of changing an already prepared Mabel entered his room without warning.
"You up?"
"MABEL--"
He cried out, grabbing his sheets and covering himself, even though he was wearing his underwear. "You're wearing your grey undies?" She asked before walking out. "Then I'll go change to match." He heard her say whilst the door closed behind the girl. With another frustrated groan Dipper continued to get dressed, dispite his fatigue telling him not to.

Pacifica ran toward her friends, a dark skinned girl that was talking with a crimson headed girl. "Hey guys!! I here!" She huffed, sitting down on the park bench casually.
"Girl, where you been? You haven't even been respondin' to our texts!" "Yeah Paz, you doing okay?"
"Oh yeah, I'm soooo sorry girls, I've been really busy with family stuff n' what not!" "... Dat's fair. Hey, we're going to hang out in the forest until the Tent of Telepathy opens. Wanna help pick up pine cones for her project?" The frizzed haired girl pointed to the magenta haired girl.
"Sure I'd love to!!" Pacfica smiled brightly, her colorful braces showing.
"Isn't Dipper Pines so dreamy??" The magenta haired said, resting her head in her hand with a blush. "Yeahhh... That boy is wayyy too attractive for his own good... Right Paz?" "What-- Um... Yeah!! Haha, what a, dreamboat!..." She said, trying not to be awkward. The guy was just another guy in her eyes... Mabel however.... Oh yeah, she has never told them about her preference. In fear of their reaction of course, because the world usually didn't accept it a lot.

The twins arrived at the large tent rather quickly and began to prepare. They didn't help prepare the set, they just made sure that they looked good. Both of them carefully applying makeup, Dipper only adding a bit of power so he didn't look too shiny under the spot light along with dusting a few parts of his face with glitter to draw more attention to himself. Mabel did the same but went all out with eyeliner, blush, lipstick.
"Dipper!" She demanded, and Dipper walked over with a sigh. He knew what she wanted, the girl always asked for help with her eyeliner, so he did. Afterword, he went back to his chair and fixed up his hair in the mirror, spraying himself with hairspray, even spraying his face a little to help the powder and glitter stay. He heard soft voices, signaling people's arrival.