Gravity Falls REBORN

'Wax' Murderer

We all gather in one of the shacks' rooms for the funeral. Soos then runs out after Stan, who at that time, ran out 'totally not' crying. 'I never understood why he was so invested with his wax clone until after I watched the entire show. It's really sad when you think about it.'  Dipper then gets up, Mabel following closely behind, and inspects the coffin, probably wondering where he went wrong in the investigation. 

He sighs sadly, rubbing his finger down wax Stan's leg, reaching the shoe at the end. "Wax Stan's shoe has a hole in it....?" He asks quietly, most likely thinking he wasn't going to say it out loud. 

"Yea all the wax figures have that, it's where the pole thingy attaches to the stand dealy." I walk over hearing Mable explain. I decided to join in on the conversation, feeling left out, 'Not that I really mind.'  

"Wait, what makes a hole in the carpet and no fingerprints?" I asks indiscreetly. I also make sure I have the ax, not wanting the wax lady to get a hold of it.

Dipper looks up, gasping loudly, "Mabel! Macie! The murderers are--" He gets cut off by the wax guys. 

Me, already turned around, shields the two, holding the ax, protectively. "--Are standing right behind you." Sherlock finishes, all of the others getting up in the process. Dipper starts naming the wax figures one by one, amazed 'probably scared'. Wax Lizzie Borden 'I don't even know who that is..' walks up, lunging towards me to grab the ax. I step back, pulling it to my chest, not wanting her to gain it. She growls, but stands down when Sherlock comes over. 

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Mabel backs up, gripping Dipper's shirt for safety.

"Bravo, Dipper Pines. You've discovered our little secret." He takes wax Stan's head out of his cape. 

"But how is this possible?" Dipper asks nervously, in disbelief. 

"Are you....magic?" My triplet asks in wonder and amazement.

Sherlock laughs at her incompetence, "Magic? She wants to know if we're magic?" he turns to his comrades and stops laughing, suddenly looking very deadly. 

"Cursed! Cursed!" All the others shout weirdly, their heads spinning, arms flailing.

The wax detective starts telling us his backstory. I zone out, kinda bored. 

I come back to my senses when Mabel and Dipper grab my hand, pulling me to the table with the candles. It was then that I noticed my ax was gone. Looking up, I see the lady has it.'Dangit! I lost the ax because I got bored. Really Macie? You got bored? Yea, yea,I got it, I suck ok? Let's just get this over with!' I end my internal battle with myself, turning around to grab a candle. "Here Dip!" I hand him a candle, then grabbing one for myself. 

I charge to Lizzie, hoping to get the ax back for Mabel. 'I mean, who doesn't want to see Mabel wield an ax!"  "Ahhrgh!" I shout, ignoring Dipper and Mabel's worried cries, slicing her arms off 'So satisfying!' and catching the ax in my right hand. 

"Mabel!" She looks over, "Catch!" I toss her the ax.

Battle over, it's just Mabel and I left in the room, Dipper having his one on one match on the roof. I laugh, watching Mabel throw Shakespeare's head into the fireplace. I start to worry about Dipper, knowing it's silly, I try to brush it off, blaming my anxiety. I chew my lip, fidgeting my right hand. 'I can't take it anymore, I need to move' After my nausea gets worst I sneak past Mabel, not wanting to worry her, and get out the door. I rush outside, wanting to get fresh air, and take a deep breath.

I look up at the roof, wondering if I can see Dipper and the wax man, squinting my eyes at the darkness, adjusting itself to my eyes. 'Where is he......THERE' I smile, seeing Dipper. 

My smile fades, seeing Dipper almost get hit by the very REAL sword. My anxiety just gets worst from the sight. 'Ok, calm down Macie, this is a fictional CHILDRENS' tv show, nothing bad is going to happen! I'll just let it play out and everything will be-'  My thoughts get cut off by Dipper's screams. Thinking on my feet, I shout, "HEY! Sherlock!" He looks over, stopping his hands that were going to strike Dipper down. "Why fight his scrawny noodle arms when you can have a real fight!" I challenge, honestly not even knowing what I'm doing. 

"Heyy..!" I hear Dipper cry, offended. 

"Sorry Dip" I mouth, hoping he can decipher it. 'Heh, deCIPHER, ok I'm done.' 

"Hmm, you're right, you'd be more worthy then this boy in short pants." Holmes accepts, withdrawing his sword.

I see Dipper smile from where I was on the ground, seeing the sun come up I assume. "Uh, got any sunscreen?" Dipper asks awkwardly, getting the detective's attention. 

He turns around, taken aback from the sudden, odd, question. "Got any---? What?" Turning around again when he feels the heat, he gasps, sighing in defeat and saying "No". 

"You know, getting distracted from a mere child is pretty pathetic for the mighty Sherlock Holmes." Dipper smirks in success.

Melting, Sherlock cries in defeat, "Defeated by a boy in short pants! No!" He starts sliding off the roof, finally falling and making a 'Splatt' when hitting the cold earth beneath. 

"E-ew." Dipper waves his hands off, disgusted by the sight, while I'm laughing on the ground.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: "There once was a dude from Kentucky..."~~

Me and my brother walk back into where Mabel was, just catching her throw Shakespeare into the fire. She sees us and gasps, running over to hug us. Releasing the hug she smiles and gives Dipper a separate hug. "Dipper, Macie, you guys are okay! You solved the mystery after all!" She praises Dipper, having him awkwardly scratch the back of his neck shyly. 

While they bond some more, I grab a chair and grab the Stan head off the rhino horn. "Hot Belgian waffles!" Stan cries, walking into the parlor, seeing the waxy mess. "What on earth happened here!?"

Dipper panics, probably thinking of an excuse for a way out, when Mabel takes it into her own hands. "Your wax figures turned out to be evil, so we fought them to the death!" She exclaims, happily. 'Why would that be a good thing? I will never get her...'  

"Dipper decapitated Larry King." I point to him, nonchalantly, sounding like it was the most common thing in the world.

He glares at me for a second. "Haha you kids and your imaginations!" Stan noogies me. 'Why meee?'  I pry myself from his grasp and pull out his wax head, showing it to him. He gasps happily, taking it and praising us. 

My eyes start to close by themselves, feeling heavy, I think about how tired I was from being up all night from all that fighting and anxiety wearing me out. I ignore the three's playful but mostly mocking banter towards the police men. Finding a seat I sit down and instantly fall asleep.