Looking Out For Mistletoe -Parapines

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Please check the A/N at the end if you have patience! Also, Merry Christmas!

I don't own the fanart in any way.

I have no idea of what's going on...

That was the first thing that popped into my head as I followed Dipper across the roof and back into the shack.

I didn't dare to say anything though, my previous words leaving me a little unsettled.

I had told him about Aggie. About how she was 300 years old when she finally took off to a peaceful slumber. Or so I thought.
And just when I had gotten out the first few words of what I was so insecure to tell him, this happened.

It was just making me tired at this point. Should I tell, should I not tell...

No. I shouldn't come back to this point again.

I shook the thoughts away. It was true. I hadn't spent all that time dwelling to back away again.

But what if...
Argh, god damn it! Now's not the time!

We reached the interior in about three minutes.
Dipper seemed way too ansious for my liking, something was definitely not right.

"We gotta stop Mabel now! It's important that she doesn't get her hands in the board! If Gruncle Stan finds out what she is doing, he will ground us for weeks. And with us, I mean me!" He explained quickly, still not making much sense to me.

He was rushing over to the door that connected the gift shop to the rest of the house, but when we were trespassing the door, a large figure blocked our way.

"Mind to tell me what is taking you so long to close the shop?" Stan asked, seeming way more angry than earlier.

"G-Gruncle Stan! Hey!" He stopped, putting on a nervous smile. He pointed to the door" can you let us pass? It's important, please let us through!"

"Not until you close the shop! What do you want, robbers and thieves stealing my money right under my nose just because your little teenage hormones don't make you care about this business?" He waved a hand above his head, like he was tossing something away.

Dipper, still looking panicked, threw me a frightened look.

I understood what he was asking in seconds. I nodded.
"I'll go." I said quietly.

Dipper looked over at his uncle.
"Oh, yes, of course! The shop! How could I forget! Ha ha..." he walked in the opposite direction we were intended to go, instead advancing to the other door, but always looking over his shoulder.

Stan shook his head.
"Kids..."

"Excuse me." I snicked past him, heading to the same stairs Mabel first took me through two days ago. I skipped steps to make it faster, and then bolted to the twin's room.
It was no surprise to see the door shut.

I tried the doorknob to no avail, only getting giggling from the three girls in response.

"Mabel!" I tried the door again. "Open the door, please!"

More seconds went by, and just as I was going to open my mouth again, the door opened.
"Mab-"
I was cut off when a hand pushed me inside by the sleeve, and the door was shut once again.

Grenda was the one holding my arm, and Candy was the one who shut the door. She then proceeded to lock the door.

I looked around, only to find Mabel sitting on the ground with some candles around her, and a board in front of her.