Grunkle Fidds (-A Fiddlestan Oneshot-)

Tourist Trapped

Fiddleford Hadron McGucket-Pines woke up with a cup of cold tea on his bedside table.

He looked around his bedroom, but his husband was nowhere to be seen.

He got dressed quickly, into a pair of slacks and a green 'Grunkle #1' sweater that Mabel had made for him.

"Stan?" He called one he stepped out of their room.

When he received no answer, he made his way to the gift shop.

"Hey, Wendy, where's Stan?"

"He's doin' a tour," the redhead replied.

"What about Dipper?"

"Puttin' up signs."

"Mabel?"

"I think she's out lookin' for a date or something."

"What time is it?"

"Uhh... morning? Afternoon?"

"Thanks fer the help."

"No problem, Mr Pines."

While he waited for Stan, he made himself some more tea and entered the living room.

Dipper was sitting on the armchair reading.

"Hey, what'cha readin' there, sport?"

The boy yelped, and hurriedly hid the book, switching it out for a magazine.

"I was just catching up on..." He paused to look at the cover. "'Gold Chains for Old Men Magazine'?"

Fidds raised his eyebrow, but before he could question it, his husband wrapped his arm around him from behind.

"That's a good issue," he commented. Then he looked at his partner.

"Mornin', toots."

"Afternoon, sugar," he corrected. "Why didn' ya wake me up?"

"You looked comfortable," Stan shrugged.

"Hey, family!" Mabel called out. "Say hello to my new boyfriend!"

The three turned their head to see a taller guy, in all black and a fringe covering his eye. He looked very pale and had a red substance on his cheek.

"Sup?" He said.

"Hey..." Dipper replied suspiciously.

"Hi there," Fidds smiled.

"How's it hanging?"

"We met at the cemetery. He's really deep," she grabbed his arm, then made some quiet remarks about his muscles.

The couple exchanged a glance.

"So... what's your name?" Dipper questioned.

"Uh... Normal... Man?!"

"He means Norman," Mabel beamed.

"Are you bleeding, Norman?" Dipper pressed.

"It's... jam!"

Mabel gasped. "I love jam! Look. At. This!"

"Uh, Mabel, sweetie--" Fidds started.

Norman interrupted him. "So, you wanna go... hold hands or whatever?"

"Oh my... Oh my goodness!" She squealed. "Don't wait up guys!"

"Uh... doesn' he seem a li'l... different?"

Stan shrugged. "Eh, she can handle herself."

Fiddleford hummed, taking a sip of his tea. "Dipper? Somethin' botherin' ya?"