[🔶] Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

Chapter 22: Into the Unseen!

"Am I blanchin', girl we blanchin'. I live up in a mansion!"

Soos was sweeping to the beat without a care in the world, raising his hands in the air.

Y/n and Wendy were hard at work replenishing the gift shop's inventory, enduring the tenth repetition of the infuriating song. Y/n was nodding her head to the rhythm, while Wendy, on the verge of frustration, felt like tearing her red hair out. "Ugh! I can't get that terrible song out of my head!" She burst out.

"Oh, you mean "Straight Blanchin'" by 'Lil Big Dawg?" Soos piped up, stopping his chore. "It's the catchiest song of the summer!"

"What is "blanchin"?" Wendy argued, "Rappers can't just make up words!"

He stood his ground. "Rappers are visionaries, Wendy. If they told me to eat my own pants, I would do it."

"Eat your own pants. Eat your own pants, yeah!"

The three glanced at the boombox speechlessly, before Soos' face morphed into one of agreeableness. "Thy will be done, 'Lil Big Dawg." He began unzipping his pants as he hummed.

"No, Soos," Y/n ordered.

"Heh, okay!" he replied with a grin.

The song kept playing, making Wendy turn to Y/n. "Can you hand me a power drill? Because I will literally drill it out of my brain."

"I don't have a power drill at the moment," Y/n replied. "But I have this box cutter!" She enthusiastically provided, showing her the tool with a smile, unaware of the implications of her suggestion.

"Good enough for me."

Stan walked out from the living room, reading a newspaper as he made his way to the register. "Hey, guys," he greeted. As he passed by, the trio heard him sing under his breath, "Am I blanchin', girl we blanchin'. I live up in a mansion..."

Wendy looked exasperated as she shouted, "You too?!"

Stan sat comfortably on the stool, relaxing his shoulders. "It's catchy. Sue me."

Mabel and Dipper suddenly burst through the employees only door, panting. Their expressions were frantic. "Y/n!" Dipper called. "Wendy, Soos! We need to go see Old Man McGucket!"

"That's the first time anyone's said those words," Wendy remarked.

"Is it an emergency?" the handyman asked rather excitedly. "Can I break this glass?!" he pointed at the emergency box containing an ax. Nobody knew how it was installed in the first place, it was just there.

"We'll explain on the way!" Mabel screamed and the gang scrambled their way towards Soos' van, ignoring Stan's calls for them to go back.

While in the vehicle on the way to the junkyard, Dipper slowly began to explain the plan. "Okay, so don't freak out..." he started, taking out the journal. "But Old Man McGucket might be the author of the journals." His brown eyes were fixed on Y/n, closely watching her reaction. She responded with pursed lips, unblinking eyes, and slightly raised brows. Inside the van, there was silence, with only the sounds of the car's engine, Soos' chewing, and Mabel's tongue clicking. Y/n swallowed hard before averting her gaze. Wendy was the first to break the silence, asking, "Uh, Dipper, are you sure it's him?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't have thought that this kooky, deranged old man would write something like the journal," Soos added, turning left, nearing the junkyard.