Why You Ackin' So Cray-Cray (Dipper x Reader)

Chapter 4 | Dipshit Pines

Your P.O.V

~Next Day~

It wasn't that I didn't love my aunt and uncle, but I wanted to get out of the cabin as fast as possible. I dressed in a plain blue sweater, jeans and converse. My wardrobe was nothing compared to Mabel's glittery and colorful one, but that was okay to me.

After eating another delicious breakfast, I rushed out the door. I didn't take me that long to get to the shack. I mustered up as much confidence as I could and walked up to the shack door. Loudly, I knocked several times. In mere seconds, the door opened and I was greeted by an Old man. He wore a suit, a pair of glasses, a hat with a bizarre symbol, and a red tie. "Well hello kid. Welcome to the Mystery Shack. The entrance is through the other door," he flashed his yellow-tinted teeth at me.

"Oh, I'm here to see Mabel. Are you Stanford Pines?"

"Its just Stan. Mabel isn't here right now, but come on in." He stepped aside, allowing me to come in. A few feet away, there was a nice sized chair surrounded by many objects, in front of a TV.  There was also, a table and a set of chairs next to a window on the other side of the room.

I watched Stan leave me alone in the room. Thumping was coming from upstairs, but I ignored it.

For a few seconds, I stood there deciding whether to sit in front of the TV or at the table. Finally, I walked over to the table and took a seat. A book sat on the table. A golden, six-fingered hand was pasted on the front with the number three on it.

Curiously, I flipped it open. The page was about gnomes, I laughed. Must be some Mystery Shack novelties. I scanned the page but quickly flipped it to another.

A triangle with one eye and a bow tie was drawn on the left page. "Bill Cipher" it was titled. It was silly, just a bunch of scribbles, drawings, and other stuff. Some of it was crossed out. In big red letters it said "DO NOT SUMMON AT ALL COSTS!"

"I wonder how many people buy this," I thought laughing to myself. 

Footsteps were coming down the stairs. "Its gotta be do-" I turned around to see Dipper. "What are you doing with my book?" Dipper asked accusingly.

"Um, just reading it," He eyed me suspiciously, like I wasn't telling the truth. He stomped right over to me and ripped it out of my hands. I heard a slight ripping noise and I winced.

Dipper gasped and looked down at the page. It was only a tiny tear but his eyes bursted with anger.

"You are no good aren't you? Mabel is blinded by her own friendliness to see it, but I'm not!"

"Its only a tiny rip. I'm sorry," I managed.

"You should probably leave," Dipper breathed.

"Mabel is expecting me, so I'm staying. But honestly I don't see what your problem is!"

Dipper let out an exasperated sigh, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You're my problem, Y/N. And I don't know what you are planning, but you won't be reading my book anymore."

"Dipper, or shall I say Dipshit, I'm not planning anything so if you can please get off my back so I can have a nice day with Mabel, that would be great."

"Dipshit? Soooo original," he yelled. I gave him my best attempt at a death glare and sauntered over to the chair. While making a noise of defiance, I sat down. The remote for the TV was right next to me. I eagerly swiped it and switched on the TV. The channels that Gravity Falls got were in my opinion weird, but addictive, especially "Why You Ackin' So Cray-Cray".

To annoy me, Dipper had walked over and started pacing in front of the TV, chewing on a pen-gross. I switched it off, and decided to scroll through my phone. Yet, even after I did so, he still paced.

A couple minutes went by, and then there was a popping sound, and I was covered in dark blue ink. I let out a small shriek. Dipper lunged toward me.

"I'm so sor-" Dipper stopped, looked at me and then backed away. "You deserved it."

We both turned our heads when we heard the door click open.