Life In Gravity Falls

The Room - Part Three

You pound on the door desperately. "C'mon - let me in! Please? I'll-" you sigh. "I'll let you put makeup on my face!"
The door creeks open slightly. "It depends." you hear Candy's muffled voice. "Team Fernando or team Julio?"
You make a confused face. This must be from one of their over-aged romance novels. "Uh . . . Julio?" you guess.
"Wrong answer!" Candy yelps, and slams the door shut.
"I meant to say Fernando. . .?" you call out in a last attempt.
"Nice try, but no." Candy chuckles.
You feel so bad for Dipper. You can't even imagine what they're doing in there with him. Hopefully Mabel is trying to help.
You're pressing your face against the door, trying to see through the tiny keyhole, when you hear footsteps behind you. You jump up and turn around to see Stan staring at you with an odd expression on his face.
"Uh - I can explain." you start.
"No need, kid. I know exactly what this is about." Stan says.
How is that possible? Surely he couldn't know what the carpet can do - unless he somehow found out by accident, but no one had been in that room all day-
"You like that Candy kid." Stan tells you rather than asks you, his mouth morphing into a smirk.
You stare at him, a shocked and somewhat disgusted expression on your face.
"Am I right, or am I right?" Stan asks triumphantly.
He actually couldn't be more wrong, but there's no way that you're going to confess about the carpet. You decide to go with it. Sorry Dipper.
"Yes." you say stiffly, trying not to imagine Dipper's reaction when he finds out. "Yes, I like Candy."
Stan laughs. "I knew it! But - just so you know, girls get pretty creeped out when you're constantly spying on them." Stan chuckles again and walks away, leaving you to stand there with a dumbfounded look on your face.
You still can't believe thought you were spying. You feel your face heat up, and decide it would be a good idea to find some other way into the room.
You walk down stairs to find Soos fixing the vending machine.
"Hey Soos." you say.
Soos looks up from his work. "Hey, Dip - woa! Dude, you look like you just swallowed a red hot chili pepper. What's up?"
"What? Oh, it's nothing." you say, turning to look in the other direction while you wait for your skin to return to its normal color.
Soos raises his eyebrows at you. "If you say so, man."
"So, I've been meaning to ask you," you start, adjusting Dipper's hat on your head. "Is there another way into the attic room? Besides the door?"
Soos looks at you. "I guess you could crawl through the air ducts, but that seems pretty extreme. The one in the living room should be connected to the attic. . . .Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. Thanks." you say, casually strolling away. You enter the living room, and grab the red screwdriver that you know Stan keeps in the draw under the television. You clumb up on the couch, and start unscrewing the silver vent that's set into the wall above it.
Soos sticks his head through the doorway. "Dude, I'm not usually one to judge, but are you feeling alright? You've seemed . . . different lately. And now you're doing this." he gestures to you standing on the couch.
"I, uh . . . it's complicated." you say, and jump up into the duct before he has a chance to respond. You crawl through the dark compacted space until you see a light up ahead, which is coming through another vent on the floor. Once you're directly over it, you look down to see that you're directly above Dipper's bed in the attic room. You start unscrewing the vent, and notice that you can hear the conversation Grenda, Candy, Mabel/you, and Dipper/Mabel are having. It doesn't exactly sound fun.
"I don't want to play play truth or dare." Dipper/Mabel whines, and you can see that he's sitting on Mabel's bed.
"But we have to!" Grenda exclaims, "That's what you do at a sleepover!"
You take out the last screw, thankful to end this madness. That's when you realize that you're sitting right on the vent. Instead of lowering yourself down, like you had planned, you fall straight out of the ceiling and onto Dipper's bed.
"Ahhhhhh!" everyone else screams, jumping into a standing position.
"What are you doing here?" Grenda asks angrily, after recovering from the initial shock..
Now you have to think of an excuse, which you probably should have done before you started crawling through the air ducts. There's only one you can think of off the top of your head, so you'll just have to go with that.
"I, uh, am having girl problems. And I need advice, from, uh, the professionals - Mabel and y/n." you say awkwardly.
Dipper/Mabel sees this as his cue. "Sorry girls, but my, uh, bro-bro needs me. Maybe we can do this some other time."
"Fine." Candy and Grenda groan, picking up their things and trudging out the door.
"Yes!" Dipper/Mabel high fives you, "Thanks for that."
"No problem." you say.
"Lets go switch back," Mabel/you says excitedly as the three of you run out of the attic and down the hall.
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Later that afternoon, after you've all switched back, you're sitting on the porch sipping lemonades when Grunkle Stan walks out of the shack.
"I've made my decision." He declares, twirling the key around his finger. "Dipper Pines, please step forward."
A surprised Dipper stands up, while an even more surprised Mabel watches with raised eyebrows. 
"I have decided to award the key to Dipper. Trust me, this young man needs this room more than any of you." Grunkle Stan hands the key to Dipper and winks. He then laughs and walks away.
"What was that about?" Dipped asks, confused.
"I'm sure it was nothing." you answer, a little too quickly.
Mabel and Dipper stare at you, while you try and keep a straight face.
"So, uh, we won!" you say, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, we did! Now we can create our very own mystery room! Hah!" Dipper exclaims, jumping up and down.
"But we have to get rid of that rug first." Dipper points out.
"Right. Lets go do that now." you say, and the three of you take off into the shack, leaving your lemonades out on the porch.