"Dipper! Dipper sweetie! Where is my little dipper?" Dipper giggled, hiding under the table. Every time his mother's feet passed the table where he was hiding, he made sure to tuck his knees into his chest tightly. He made sure his toes weren't sticking out of the bottom of the table. And he made sure to keep his tiny little giggles muffled. His mother's bare feet seemed to dance around the floor as she 'looked' for him. Her feet sprinted to the left of the table, than to the right, only to stop in the middle of the table in the end.
"Hmm.... Where could he be?" His mother tapped her chin, thinking for a moment. "Well... If he's not here..." Dipper's mother said, slowly bending down towards the hiding spot of her son, about to lift up the table cloth. There was a pause in her sentence, as her hand gripped onto the white cloth. "Boo!" Dipper then popped his head out from under the table, not giving his mother any time to even lift it up. His mother screamed, grabbing Dipper and lifting him into the air. "Ah! There's a monster in the kitchen!" Dipper laughed, making loud roars and making claw movements with his hands.
"I win! I win! I win!" Said a loud, high pitched, feminine voice. Dipper and his mother turned to there right, only to see a little girl in a puffy pink dress, dancing around in her victory. "You sure did!" Said her mother, putting Dipper to the ground to give Mabel a kiss on the forehead. She smiled at her daughter for a moment, only to feel a pull at her sleeve from her son. She looked into his eyes, seeing them filled with hope and desire. "Again?" Dipper asked, still holding onto her sleeve. His mother looked into his eyes, slightly unhappy.
"I'm sorry. I have to go to work. B-but I'll be back. And when I am, I'll play as much as you want!" Dipper and Mabel exploded into happiness. They grabbed each other's hands, there mother in the middle of their little circle, and began to jump around and sing in joy. "My talented little children! You have the voice of your fa-"There mother stopped herself, clamping her hand over her mouth. "I mean- How did you ever grow to be so talented?" Their mother laughed nervously, pulling on her collar to release heat.
"Mom... Why did he-"Dipper's question was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Coming! I'm sorry Dipper. This talk is going to have to wait for later." She stood up, going to the door, only to hear a faint whisper from her son. "Yah. I've never heard that one before..." She stopped for a moment, turning to face him. But she turned back. She reached for the door, pulling on the door knob. Who came in surprised her. "Stanford! Hey! Kids! It's your Grunkle Stanford!" She called for her children, only for Stan to wave his hands in distress. "No! This isn't the time. We need to talk. NOW."
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RomanceDipper Pines, age 17, has lived in Gravity Falls ever since his mother's mysterious death. Now living with his abusive caretaker, he and his sister Mabel are forced to perform for the town's tourists as magicians. With a reckless past and an endless...
