What Now? -a Dipcifica Fanfiction :)

Getting ready

Sorry if this chapter sucks I had to rewrite it because WATTPAD THINKS ITS FUNNY TO DELETE A STORY YOU SPENT HOURS ON! ugh i'm just ganna go. I'm not going to stop typing so if I have a lot of author notes in this chapter its because I can't stop writing, sooooo Lets get on with it.

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Dipper's P.O.V.

(my hand hurts I ran into a tree, the world must hate me today or something.)

I looked at my very manly vanity. It had a huge mirror with a small picture stuck in the corner. I decided not to look at it now, maybe later. It has three drawers,

(You have no idea how hard it was for me to spell drawers, I had to google it I was so off.)

on each side, and all were very . . . neat, that's very unlike me. I looked in one drawer, to find my hairbrush, and hair gel, my arch enemy.

(Dude me too, dipper, me too. Jk I've never used it for real, only for play when I was young)

I don't even know how to style my hair, or how reverse me styled my hair.

(DIPPER FINALLY HAS A REASON TO SAY ME, MYSELF, AND I!!! That's it I am finding a way to fit that in my story, it's going to happen don't test me.)

While rummaging through my draws, to look for directions, or something on how my hair should be parted, I remembered the small square picture it the corner of the mirror. I lifted it up feeling accomplished.

"Iv'e found my destiny!" I shouted in a sing-song voice, that suddenly turned into a groan. I have to get this perfect, or else Mabel, this worlds Mabel, well, I don't know what she'll do, but she scares me. I thought.

*cheeky time skip*

After I finished sleeking my hair back,

(The cover photo is what is hair had to look like, I did not draw that, and I give full credit for the picture to whoever did.)

getting dresses, and putting that bill-forsaken amulet on, I was ready for show time. Picking up the script I muttered

"Guess I better read this a few more times or Mabel's ganna freak out." under my breath when I saw the door handle jiggle and heard her voice she pretty much sang

(indieflower612 AND DEATH THE KID CRIED OUT YOU HAVE NO SYMMETRY!)

"Dipper dearest I see you reading the script, as to be expected." then her voice changed to a sort of growl
"But still you. Better. Not. Mess. Up. Or. I. Will. Get. Upset. Okay?" she said the last part in a rather cheery voice again. She scares me.

*another time skip*

Show time in 1 minute and I'm not okay, I'm all fidgety and scared, and nervous. Is this stage fright, or is it just the fact that Mabels giving me a threatening look? Suddenly her scowl turned into a smile, and I realised Why. The first few cords of our song started.

(now I have to do a song, this is what I do to myself art.)

It was Showtime . I opened my mouth and . . .

(And CLIFFHANGER! MWAHAHA)

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Hi guys so that was my attempt at writing without stopping. I hope you liked this chaoter. And I want to know if you like the little tid-bits comment thingy, or otherwise known as my author noted throughout the story. Of you don't please tell me. Thanks for the reads and Live Long and Ship Onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!