Gravity Falls: BlueRoses (S1)

Dipper V. The Court

This feels rushed but like I like it rn so 

The mornings in the Nightmare Realm was fine. Eye bats slammed into windows and loud birds chirped outside. Unfortunately, the morning was not being kind to the dear demon.

Dipper slammed the door to the bathroom shut, glaring at the chaos of his hair. He groaned, not even attempting to shove a hairbrush in there. He poured water into his hands and ran it through his hair, shoving it into a hair tie. He'd have to cut it soon...

He glared at the heterochromic reflection glaring back at him, before scoffing and making his way to the breakfast hall. He'd rather show up at Bill's house for breakfast, at least Bill was capable of sneaking decent food to him.

Today's breakfast was some sort of oatmeal?? Maybe?? Dipper did not try to eat it, because why on earth would he submit himself to such torture, but he did try to remember to go get a granola bar or something for the day. While he didn't have time to spare, (Bill was off with family, which meant no Dipper, not until Aaron knew about him) he did have to go hide in his room. Today was the day that his uncles were getting here. While he loved them and their company, he didn't like their opini-ah, em, their impressions of what goes on.

Ford used to rule over the Nightmare Realm, before Dipper and Mabel were born and he stepped down to let Gregory and Rebecca into their ruling positions. (Health benefits).

Being a prince was fun, occasionally, when he wasn't in the news for slander (again).

But none of that was important.

He opened the door (which happened to have a massive pine tree shape on it, because of course it does) and entered the room, illuminating the room with a dark blue hue. He grabbed the most recent journal he was writing in and shoved it into his jacket pocket, before snapping and turning the light off and leaving.

He made his way to the throne room, where his father sat with the most annoyed look on his face. While he enjoyed the Stans company, the critique of literally everything he did was not enjoyable. The doors that Dipper has just shut after coming in slammed open, Stan there with his shape form and extremely happy. Ford followed suit, his trenchcoat flying behind him in a darker gold color. Mabel let out an unholy screech and slammed into Stan. Gregory got up, his stupid furry cape flowing behind him. "Stanford." He held out a hand, to which Ford shook. "Gregory."

They shook hands for an unnecessary amount of time, Dipper watching before Stan put him in a headlock. "Hey kid!" Dipper grabbed at Stan's arm, laughing. "Stan!" "You've gotten so tall! Soon enough you'll be putting me in headlocks!"

Dipper scoffed. "Yeah right, with my noodle arms?" He shimmied out of the headlock, laughing.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Dipper. You are very capable." Ford interjected, Dipper nodding along. "Speaking off! I am here for a meeting with some people here. Would you like to know the ins and outs of something you'll inherit one day?" He asked, holding out a six fingered hand.

"Hmm. Yeah, why not?" He grabbed Ford's hand, teleporting with him to the hallway.

Multiple people stood there waiting, such as Preston Northwest (ugh), Robbie's dad, a ghost affiliate, someone who's body was entirely made of tech, somebody dressed in a yellow-brick tailcoat, a Corduroy, and a few others.

"Dipper, I'd like to introduce to you my court of advisors. They helped me make a lot of political decisions in tough moments. Because you'll be next in line for the throne, I'd like you to sit in on my meetings with them, as I help come up with a few actions for your father as he plans for his next big move." Ford explained, Preston giving Dipper a dirty look. Dipper ignored him, seeing as Preston didn't even call him "Dipper" until he dated Pacifica, so his opinion was needed and unwanted. He looked over at the yellow man, who scrolled on a phone, eyes darting from phone to Dipper to phone to Ford.