Mabel walks up to your table, and asks for three bags of popcorn.
"What was that about?" she asks, gesturing towards Robbie, who's standing alone in the corner.
"Robbie was just asking where Wendy was, and he wasn't too happy when I told him that she's with Dipper." you answer. Mabel laughs, and you smile.
"So what was the deal with that blonde girl? I saw you two arguing." you say.
"That's Pacifica. There's this competition Soos is hosting, to see who can 'party harty', and I guess she really wants to win." Mabel shrugs. "Thanks for the popcorn, though. See you later." she waves and walks off into the crowd.
You're just going to work filling more bags of popcorn, when someone interrupts you.
"Hey, have you seen Robbie?" you look up to see Wendy leaning against the table.
How was she here? You look out the window to see Dipper sitting alone outside at the ticket booth, resting his head on his arms.
"Hello? Earth to y/n." Wendy waves her hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your daze.
"Oh, uh, he's here somewhere. Not sure where, though." you lie, pretending to busy yourself with the popcorn.
"Alright." Wendy's just starting to walk away, when you reach out and grab her arm.
"Wait. How are you in here? Didn't Stan say that you and Dipper had to stay outside all night?" you ask.
"Well, yeah, he did, but I got Dipper to cover for me." she says and smiles.
"Oh." you frown. "Cool."
Wendy walks away and disappears into the crowd.
You decide to ditch you station and go talk to Dipper. What's the harm if a couple of people pour their own drinks? Besides, he's your friend, and right now he needs your help.
You stand up and walk in the direction of the door, being sure to keep your distance from Grunkle Stan.
Dipper looks up at the sound of the door opening.
"Hey y/n." he says half heartedly.
"What happened with Wendy? The first time I look through the window you're both laughing and having a great time. Then about thirty seconds later she's inside telling me that you agreed to cover for her." you sit down in the empty seat next to Dipper.
"I don't know. I didn't want to ruin her fun, or make her think i'm not cool." he looks down.
"I thought you learned that lesson on Summerween." you frown.
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." he sighs. "I really want to ask her to dance, and I would, if I didn't have to work this booth."
"If only you could be in two places at once." you mutter.
Dipper looks up at you. "Yes! That's it - I could clone myself with the copy machine!"
"I don't know if that's such a good idea." you say nervously. "Don't clones always turn against their originals in the movies?"
"Come on, y/n." Dipper begs. "Please?"
You groan. "Fine. But if I get murdered by Dipper two-point-oh, it's your fault." you stare pointedly at Dipper, and he laughs.
The two of you walk inside and upstairs. Once you get to the room with the machine in it, Dipper reaches over and flips the light switch. The overhead lights flicker, then turn on. The Pitt-Cola puddle is still on the floor, and you do your best to avoid it. Dipper reaches over and turns on the machine.
"How many clones should we make?" he asks.
"Four." you reply. "Two of me and two of you."
"Fair enough." Dipper says and lies down on the machine. You walk over to close the door before hitting the print button. You type in the number two, then hit start.
The machine makes whirring and clicking sounds, and just like before, a bright lights sweeps up and down, scanning Dipper. It then beeps, and two pieces of paper with Dipper's back printed on them slide out.
You lay the papers next to each other, and they start shaking. Two Dippers sit up, each identical copies except for the fact that their hats are just plain white, with no pine tree.
Dipper grabs a permanent marker and scribbles the numbers two and three on each of their hats.
You then proceed to make duplicates of yourself. When they come to life, you write the numbers two and three on their shirts, since you don't have any hats.
"Okay." you say once you've finished. "Dipper 2 will cover the ticket booth and y/n 2 will work the snack table. Dipper 3 and y/n 3 are going to take Robbie's bike and ride far away with it, and then stall for as long as possible when Robbie catches them. I'm going to distract Soos with this laser pointer and then slip the Wendy Mix CD into the player when he's not paying attention. I'm also going to keep Stan from checking on the ticket booth, so he doesn't get mad when he sees that Wendy isn't there." you look over at Dipper. "The only thing you have to do is wait for my bell signal and then ask Wendy to dance."
"Wow. That's so complicated, it might just work." y/n 2 says.
"Yeah. Thanks for helping me." Dipper looks at you.
"No problem. Now let's go! Dipper, you stay here and wait for my signal. The rest of you, follow me."
You walk out of the room and down the stairs, clutching the laser pointer in your hand. Once you get downstairs the four of you split up, and you walk across the dance floor to get to Soos.
"Hey, Soos." you say as you approach him.
He looks up. "Hey y/n."
"Woa, what's that?!" you exclaim, pointing at a glowing green dot on the wall. You move it up and down slowly.
"I - I don't know. But I have the urge to . . . catch it." Soos's eyes go wide, and he lunges at it, but you point it upwards so it's just out of his reach.
You reach into your pocket and pull out the CD, popping it into the player and pressing play. You look around to see that y/n 2 has struck up a conversation with Grunkle Stan, and Robbie is sprinting out the door.
"Get back here, you little criminals!" he yells.
You smile, and reach up to yank a piece of string hanging from the ceiling. You here a faint bell chime and know that Dipper's on his way down. You look around again and frown. You see Mabel, her friends, Stan, and of course Soos.
The only person you don't see is Wendy.
YOU ARE READING
Life In Gravity Falls
FanfictionReader Insert: Imagine going on all of the Gravity Falls adventures with Mabel and Dipper. Wish that was real? Now it is! This is NOT a Dipper x Reader. I do not own Gravity Falls or any of the characters.
