Pinescone funtimes

Welcome To Gravity Falls!

*my first fanfic! I'll try to keep the people in character, I promise! Have fun reading this! ^u^*

We were walking in the woods again. Night was falling, and we had nowhere to go.

"George Washington is getting tired, Wirt," Greg said to me like it mattered.

"Greg, we're all tired. If only we could find a place to stay for a while, I'd like to settle for at least a few days," I responded.

"Look!" Beatrice exclaimed from my shoulder, " a light through those trees! I think there's a house over there!"

We cautiously walked up to the light, to find out it was a little town. The light we saw came from this building at the edge of town. I walked up to the door and knocked reluctantly. Nothing happened.

"Uh, Hello? Uhm...If anyone's home, can we stay a few nights? We're lost and very tired. We really need a place to stay for a while, if you can help in any way. Please?" I nervously yelled at the door.

Nothing happened.

"Well Greg, I guess we'll have to find somewhere el-" I was interrupted by the door opening.

A young boy stood at the door. He looked older than Greg, but younger than me. He wore an orange t-shirt and tan shorts. He had curly brown hair that covered his forehead. He looked very awkward. Hah, who was I to say someone was awkward? His eyebrow was quirked at our strange little group. He kind of just stood there with his hand on the doorknob for a while. Then he shook his head and seemed to remember why he was there.

"Er....Hello?" he said.

"Hi."

"..."

"..."

"Um....What's with the....everything?"

I sighed. As I was opening my mouth to explain, Beatrice whispered something in my ear. I wonder why she didn't just say it herself. I guess a talking bird is kind of weird.

"U-uh, If you let us in we can tell you the whole story."

"Hmmm....I'll go ask Stan."

Stan? Who was Stan? He walked away, closing the door. I stood there after that. I just stood there. I had hoped that they would let us in. And they just slammed the door in our faces.

"Come on guys. We should ask the people in town." Beatrice said.

But then the door opened again, and the kid was back.

"Hey, sorry about that, come on in. My name's Dipper." He said, motioning for us to come inside.

Greg ran inside laughing, his teapot almost falling off his head. I looked at Dipper. He was smiling at me. I thanked him and walked inside. The interior of this place was....intimidating. There were odd looking creature-things strewn about the room.

"My great uncle Stan owns this place. It's a tourist trap. The exhibits aren't real. You scared- Er...You never told me your name."

I was busy looking around at the fake monsters. "Huh? Oh, My name's Wirt. This is Greg and Beatrice." I said, blushing slightly.

"Wirt, huh? Hmm...Funny name."

Yeah, coming from the one named after a large spoon. We walked into a separate room that contained a TV, a big chair, and a rug. Oh, and three people. There was an elderly man in the big chair. I guessed that was Stan. I had no idea who the girl and the large man were. The girl looked at us, smiling, but the smile quickly left her mouth.

"Dipper. Dipper. Dipping sauce. DIPPER. Who is that. Is he....Is he a giant gnome? Is he the king of the gnomes? Go away Mr. Gnome! I don't want to be your queen!" the girl said. She hid her head under her sweater. Stan looked confused, but he didn't ask anything.

Dipper rolled his eyes.

"I don't think he's a gnome Mabel. He just has..." he looked at me, "questionable attire."

I waved at the girl named Mabel, "Hi. I'm Wirt. This is Greg and Beatrice. Oh and...Er..."

"Kitty!" Greg shared the new name of his frog happily. "Is that Ducktective?"

He sat down with Mabel, putting his frog in his teapot that he had taken off for that purpose, I guess. Mabel had come out of her sweater, but she still glared at me. I wondered why she didn't like gnomes. Or people who coincidentally resembled gnomes. I wasn't proud of the only clothes I had in this forest. But the cape was pretty cool, I'll give it that.

"Yo, hey dudes." The other man said to us.

".....Uhm, this is Soos and my Grunkle Stan. And Mabel." He whispered into my ear, "She's had a bad history with gnomes. Sorry about that."

With one raised eyebrow that was not in my place to exist, I nodded and continued to stand there awkwardly with a bird on my shoulder.

I felt the need to reassure Mabel that I was indeed not a giant gnome, but just an awkwardly attired boy- wow. That was almost poetic Wirt, good job. Now, what were we doing? Uhm....Ah, yes. Mabel.

"Er, Mabel, I'm really not a gnome. I mean, aren't gnomes short? I think a gnome would probably be more menacing than me. Hehe. Heh..."

I am so stupid. Beatrice smacked the back of my head with her wing to get me to stop laughing awkwardly. So I stood. And stood. And stood. Dipper eventually grabbed my arm and took me up some stairs. 

***

"So she sucked them all up with a leaf blower? That sounds a bit dangerous...."

"I'm just amazed that you believe me, I mean, no one ever does! They think that we're just kids making up stories." Dipper exclaimed.

"...Meh" I said, shrugging. Truth was, I wanted to tell him about all of our adventures and how weird- no, how strange they were. But I could never find the words. The most words I ever spoke at a time were in the poems I would record myself reading at night. Anyway, we talked about the weird things Dipper had encountered in this little town since he'd arrived until Mabel and Greg came up the stairs.

"Oh. I see why Dipper doesn't think you're a gnome. He shouldn't be so EASILY DECEIVED! TRAITOR!" Mabel said, glaring at us.

"I-I'm really not a gnome. I....I don't really know what I'm supposed to be, all I know is that we got lost on Halloween."

"Gnomes are pretty cool. They dig holes in the ground and find gems and stuff. And they stand in gardens and scare squirrels." Greg felt the need to interject.

"No, Greg, not those gnomes. And garden gnomes aren't meant to scare anything, they're just lawn ornaments."

"More like spawn of evil..." Mabel grumbled to herself. She was on her bed, sitting with her back facing us. Dipper on the other hand, was thinking deeply about who knows what. I mean, that looked like a pretty serious thinking face. Greg was eating the candies in his pocket that he'd somehow not ran out of. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want Mabel to be hostile our entire time spent here. So, I tried to make things better, which usually makes things worse.

"Mabel, I don't even want a queen. I'm only 15 years old, I don't even want to think about wives. I mean....I liked one girl....Once....Er....But that is irrelevant, I really don't want to hurt you or your future in any way. I don't even know how I could do that." Wow I needed to stop talking. Dipper even tapped my shoulder to get me to stop. I didn't even know why I was acting this way. I frowned and grabbed my cape, walking into a corner of the room. I lied down in fetal position, covering my body with my cape. I thought about things, and I realized that I was just traumatized from the feeling of rejection, yeah that was it. Totally. I just needed to sleep things over. Maybe when I woke up I'd be ok. Wait. Greg. I sat up scanning the room. He was setting his frog in his teapot again, this time he was sleeping. Greg himself was rubbing his eyes. I guess Mabel decided to give Greg a chance at least. Well, at least I'd be allowed to be alone with Greg occupied.

Knowing that Greg had a place to sleep was good. So I lied back down and let myself drift off into the abyss of my dreams.

**K so I feel like I did a bad job at keeping Wirt in character. And I didn't know what to do with Dipper. But this is just the beginning. Please tell me where I can improve and where I did good in the comments. And scenario ideas are always helpful! That's it for now, Devvie out!**