Haircuts and Tiny Girlfriends

Multicolored and a Burgundy Wall

"Waddles you scallywag," Mabel chuckled, pulling her now frayed and chewed up sweater away from her great mass of a swine. She looked at which sweater it was, and was slightly upset to find that it was her favorite shooting star sweater. She shrugged. "Oh well, it was too small anyways."

Mabel always looked on the bright side things like this. Even if the thing upset her, she always finds something in the situation to smile about. Mabel tossed the slobbery chewed up sweater onto her bed. Maybe she could make a bigger one that actually fit her, since that sweater was five years old.

She started measuring herself around her waist and bust, trying to get the best fit, when she started hearing a weird hissing sound outside her window. Mabel put down her measuring tape and walked over to her window and looked down and out of it. She saw a petite figure spray paint on the outside wall of the Mystery Shack.

"Hey! Who are you?" Mabel called out, leaning against the window sill. The figure looked up and pulled down their hood. The first thing Mabel thought when she saw the figure's half-shaved head of hair hair was 'Multicolored'.

The figure, who turned out to be a girl, grabbed her duffel bag of spray paint and bolted. A can of spray paint fell out of the weighted bag. The girl looked back, but decided not to retrieve the can. She must be of a somewhat middle-class, since she can afford to drop a can of spray paint. That stuff isn't the cheapest thing in the world.

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"I'm telling you Dipper! Her hair was like the rainbow, and I really wanted to touch it!" Mabel exclaimed, telling her brother about the girl with the multicolored hair. She handed him the abandoned spray paint. "And she dropped this when she heard me."

Dipper grabbed the spray paint. "Who would have a burgundy spray paint?"

Mabel shrugged. "Maybe she's rich?"

Dipper looked at his sister as if she had gone bonkers. "The only rich girl in Gravity Falls is Pacifica Northwest, and she still has bright blonde hair."

Mabel rolled her eyes. "Well maybe it's a wig, dum-dum. Ya ever think about that?"

Dipper handed the spray paint can back to Mabel and leaned back in his chair. "Mabel I highly down Pacifica Northwest's hair is a wig. It looks too real to be fake."

"She is rich Dipper," Mabel reminded him, shaking the can of spray paint. "She could have gotten the wig from a super fancy hair salon in Paris or California or something."

Dipper nodded in understanding. Mabel pressed her finger on the spray nozzle, blasting the nearest wall with burgundy paint. The twins looked at each other and started laughing. Their Great Uncle, Stan (Grunkle Stan), came into the living room.

"What am I hearing? Laughter? Why're you kids laughing?" He groaned, popping his back. He was clad in a greasy white undershirt and boxers. Today the Mystery Shack was closed, so Stan was able to dress as he pleased.

Mabel stood in front of the new burgundy paint stain. She gave Stan one of her super cute smiles. "Nothing Grunkle Stan, just watching the TV,"

Mabel wished she had scanned her surroundings a little more closely, because the TV was shut off. Stan squinted at her.

"Whatever kid," he gruffed, belching. He left the room pounding his chest. "Ugh, everything hurts."

Dipper turned the Mabel. "That was way too close, Mabel. You need to figure out how to get that paint on the wall." He said, matter-of-factly.

"Me? Wha- why? Why should I, the sweet and lovable Mabel, have to clean up the wall? It almost looks like the wall color at a certain angle." She said, cocking her head to the left. Dipper looked as his twin as though she was stupid.

"Mabel the wall is a pale brown. That looks nothing like burgundy." Dipper told her, gesturing to the other walls of the room.

Mabel patted her brother on the back. "No no, it's okay I got this."

She shook up the spray paint can and began spraying the wall.

"Mabel- what are you doing?" Dipper coughed, gasping at the fumes from the aerosol paint.

"Fixing it!" Mabel exclaimed, spraying the whole surface of the plaster wall. "If this entire wall is burgundy, then nobody will notice!"

"Mabel everybody's going to notice," Dipper wheezed, covering his eyes with his hands. "It's a wall that's several shades darker than the others."

Mabel shook her head at her brother, as if to say Whatever and continued to fumigate the room with the spray paint. It took almost the entire can to coat the wall, and when Mabel was done, both she and Dipper went outside to allow their lungs to relearn what oxygen is.

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They both passed out once they were in the front yard. Mabel felt incredibly light-headed, and closed her eyes for one second but when she opened them again everything was dark.

Probably because some was smothering Mabel in their busom.

Mabel let out a muffled sentence, "Whaffs giin nn?" And the stranger quickly grabbed the nearly empty spray paint. They nearly made a run for it, but Mabel used her kitten-like reflexes and grabbed their ankle. The girl fell forward and landed with a single 'ow!'. She got up and rubbed her head.

"That really hurt- what the hell?" She complained, hunching over.

Mabel looked at the girl in disbelief. "Pacifica?"

Pacifica looked up at Mabel in alarm, her icy blue eyes widened in panic. Pacifica looked completely different than she did last summer; she was wearing skin-tight jeans, heavy biker boots, and a neon pink crop top cladden with a thin black hoodie. Her eyes were covered in dark blue eyeshadow with bright pink eyeliner. And her hair was just like earlier today; half-shaved and dyed multiple colors like the rainbow.

She looked...

"Beautiful," Mabel whispered, not realizing that she had said that allowed. Pacifica's face turned an absolute shade of red.

"What?" Pacifica scoffed, looking Mabel up and down. Pacifica started to stand up when Mabel took her hand. "What are you doing? Let me go."

But Mabel didn't want to let go. She just wanted to stare at Pacifica. She was completely different and so startling, that Mabel didn't know what to think of this new her.

She couldn't look away.