The Mystery Shack was one to behold. After seeing one day of how Stan, or Mr. Mystery, acted, I was surprised that he let me stay. Until, that is, he gave me shifts at the register. Yup. I got to stay at a house and eat their food just for sitting in front of a computer all day, doing practically nothing. Dipper often sat with me, babbling off about his theories of what was actually going on in this town. These theories were logical, but I'm not the theoretical type. So I'd sit there, intrigued. He'd talk for hours on end. One day, I was bored enough to ask, "Where do you get most of these ideas?"
He stopped talking. His face grew cold, it was as if touching it would turn your hands to ice, that cold. Apparently that was the wrong question. He just stared at me and stared at me until I changed the topic. It actually scared me, how hostile he got when I questioned his sources. Nevertheless, I loved our conversations. Without thinking about it, the only thing I could think about was him. I wrote half asleep poems and later read them to find it pretty much said "Dipper" over and over again. My brain was clogged. I began faltering in everyday things, like drinking water, operating the cash register, walking, thinking. It was a problem, to say the least. I wanted to ask someone about this, to see if they could explain it. I couldn't ask Greg, I couldn't ask Dipper, who...?
Mabel.
AN: This is probably not what you expected, and it's really short, but it's a lead. I really have no Idea where to take this, suggestions would be appreciated.
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Pinescone funtimes
RomansaA story of two dorks in love. Pinescone is the ship with Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls and Wirt from Over the Garden Wall. Warning: This story contains homosexuality. If you don't like it, don't look. I probably won't put smut, so that isn't somet...
