Life In Gravity Falls

Summerween - Part One

"Here we are." Grunkle Stan says as he steps out of the car. "The Summerween Store."
"The summer - what?" you ask, confused.
"The people in Gravity Falls love halloween so much, they celebrate it twice a year. And it just so happens to be tonight." Stan explains cheerfully.
"Okay." you reply, strolling into the store. "So wait, why are there watermelons everywhere?"
"People carve Jack-o-mellons instead of Jack-o-lanterns." Mabel explains.
"Oh, okay. Cool." You start walking through the costume isle. "What do you think you're going to dress up as?" you ask Mabel, who's face instantly lights up.
"Me and Dipper are the kings of halloween! This year, i'm going to be jelly, and Dip is going to be peanut butter!" she enthuses.
"It's true." Dipper smiles. "Me and Mabel would get the most candy, then the biggest stomachaches."
"Sweet." you grin.
You then walk over to Grunkle Stan, who's dragging three jugs of fake blood over to the cashier. "That's a lot of fake blood." you point out.
"When the children come knocking on my door, i'm gonna scare the candy out of 'em!" Stan laughs. He looks down to see a red puddle developing on the floor. "Uh oh. I think this one's leaking . . ."
Just then, Mabel and Dipper dash around the corner, Mabel sitting in a wheelbarrow while Dipper pushes it. You jump out of the way, narrowly missing being hit. Instead of colliding with you, the twins go crashing into a costume display.
The cashier picks up her walkie-talkie. "Please get the police to come eject the Pines family from the store."
"Not today!" Stan yells. He throws down a smoke bomb, grabs you, Dipper and Mabel by the arms, and runs out the door.
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It's about an hour before trick-or-treating, and you're waiting for Mabel to get out of the attic room so you can change.
Dipper walks up the stairs, and you see that he's not in costume yet either.
"Hey, I forgot to ask you what you're dressing up as." he pauses next to you.
You smile. "It's a surprise."
"Oh, come on." he scoffs. "I bet you told Mabel."
"Nope." you say. "Not a single person knows except me."
"Fine." Dipper leans back against the wall. "Did you even buy a costume while we were at the store?"
"Nope." you reply. "I guess you could say that it's . . . homemade."
"Okay then." Dipper walks back downstairs and inspects the candy bowl that Stan placed on a little table by the door. "Ew! What is this stuff?"
You walk down the steps and peek into the bowl, reading the different candy labels. "Gummy chairs? Black licorice? This is loser candy!" you complain.
"I'm going to go throw this stuff out." Dipper disappears into the living room.
The door to the attic room opens, and Mabel steps out in her Jelly costume.
"Ta-da! What do you think?" she asks, striking a completely unnatural pose.
You laugh. "It looks awesome."
The door bell rings, and Stan yells from somewhere in the house, "It's the trick-or-treaters! Quick, give them that loser candy!"
"I'm on it!" Dipper calls out, reappearing and walking over to the door.
You walk up the stairs and into the attic room, and begin getting into your costume.
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You've just finished changing, and are now walking down the stairs. Candy and Grenda are already here, dressed as a piece of candy and a witch. Dipper's the only one still not in costume yet. Everyone stares at you once you come into view.
"Oh my gosh, y/n, you're Dipper!" Mabel says, laughing.
"Are you . . . wearing my clothes?" Dipper asks.
You smile guiltily. "I may or may not have stolen them from your closet. And since you're not wearing your hat while trick or treating, I kind of borrowed it." you look over at Dipper. "You're not mad, are you?"
"No! No, i'm not mad. It's just kinda weird, I guess." Dipper says stiffly.
"Ooh, Y/n! Do your Dipper impression!" Mabel exclaims. "I helped her with it." She adds proudly.
"Impression?" Dipper looks at you with an odd expression on his face.
You ready yourself. First, you adjust your hat, the same way Dipper always does when he's nervous. Then you say, with your best Dipper voice crack, "Let's solve a mystery! I kiss a pillow with Wendy's face drawn on it!"
"Hey - I do not!" Dipper protests, but even Grunkle Stan, who just walked into the hallway, is cracking up.
"She even got the hat thing down!" gasps Mabel, who looks like she might be having trouble breathing.
"Dipper, where's your costume?" you ask, glancing at the clock on the wall. "It's almost time to leave."
Dipper looks up. "Oh, uh, I'm not feeling too well. I think i'm too sick to go trick or treating with you guys. Sorry." he finishes with an obviously fake cough.
"Fight through it, man!" Mabel tells him.
You pull Dipper to the side. "Do you want to tell me the real reason you don't want to go? Because you're really bad at faking coughs."
"No, I really am sick! Seriously!" Dipper says unconvincingly. He coughs again.
You frown. "Yeah. Sure."
You walk back over to the girls, who are being told a spooky story by Soos.
"-and anyone who lacks the Summerween spirit, shall be eaten alive by . . . The Summerween Trickster!" he finishes.
"Yeah, right. That's about as fake as Dipper coughs." you mutter.
Just then, there's a knock on the door, and Dipper walks over to answer it. You can't hear who it was or what they want, but you do hear Dipper yelling, "Just get lost, man!"
Mabel runs over to him, and you follow.
"Dipper! That's no way to treat a trick-or-treater!" Mabel opens the front door again. "Sorry about that. My bro-bro has come down with a case of the grumpy-grumps. Here's-"
The man at the door cuts Mabel off, yelling, "You have insulted me! And for that, you shall be punished by me, The Summerween Trickster!"