Return to the Shack - A Dipcifica Story (Book 1)

Chapter 6: And Then There Were Some... Stories

Mabel's eyes fluttered open at the sunlight beaming into the twin's room. In response she pulled the blanket over her head and cuddled up to Waddles. Except he wasn't in bed with her. She shot up and looked around, only to find him sitting patiently in front of Mabel's bed. A sigh of relief was released.

Just then, the bedroom door was opened by Dipper. He was rather surprised to find his sister awake at this hour... and it was 9:37 in the morning. To be fair, they had sent a long time at the party last night. She then ever so slightly blushed at her dance and time with Robert last night.

"Morning, Waddles. C'mon, I'll grab you some food." He said as he patted the farm animal on his head before leaving the room, with Waddles following suit.

Already being wide awake, she decided to head downstairs for breakfast. From the smell of it, Grunkle Stan was making his signature Stancakes. The mere scent was all she needed for her to run downstairs and grab food.

The older Pines girl grabbed a plate and proceeded to pour a gratuitous amount of syrup on her pancakes. Dipper, Ford and Stan were all staring wide eyed at the "meal" in front of her. They were concerned for her health later on in life as well as surprised at how she has such a sweet tooth and yet still can maintain her figure, not that she worked out all that much. She would sometimes skip gym class (with some tips she gave to her brother). Mabel just discarded the opinion of her relatives and enjoyed her food.

Her meal was interrupted however by Pacifica Northwest. She had sent a text to Mabel in all caps. Fear and worry consuming her...

"MABEL, I JUST DISCOVERED THE MOST FUCKED UP THING EVER!"

"first of all, language, paz! What is it?" She typed quickly as a billion thoughts came into her head of what could possibly have happened. Suddenly the three dots in a text bubble popped up, indicating that she was typing back.

"I just found fanfictions."

Mabel let out a sigh of relief. She thought it was a dead body or some website or something like that.

"oh that's nothing, pazzy. i've read and written so many of them. heck, the first one i wrote was destiel, this is nothing!"

"Here's the thing, Mabes....... the fanfics are about us."

She choked on food before managing to swallow it and let it sink in. There were fan fictions... about her... and Pacifica. However, the blonde heiress had one more message for Mabel.

"It's not just us, there's stories about Dipper and I, Dipper and Bill, you and Wen, Ford And Stan. And yes, it's them being together together."

She stopped her chewing and began to struggle what she just read. But quite frankly, it just scrambled her thoughts to no end. I mean why would someone write fanfictions about real people, some of which who were related?! If it were Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt (or Angelina Jolie), it would make some sort of sense considering the shipping name, but still! 

Just then, there was a frantic knock at the door. Ford and Stan perked their heads up like meerkats. Ford whipped out his ray gun from his trench and Stan loaded his shotgun. Stan has the gun pointed to the door until...

"Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford? It's me, Pacifica. I accidentally fired the gun at Ford in March!"

They lowered their weapons and welcomed the young girl, as Stan embraced her a hug. The sight was baffling to the young Pines' twins. Stan loathed Pacifica the previous summer yet here they are, treating each other like family. To be fair, she never really had a family that cared.

"How you doin', Paz?" Said Grunkle Stan.

"I'm doing great, thanks. Kinda wished I could've seen you and Grunkle Ford more at the party last night." She responded eagerly.