-Ch 3: tourist trapped-

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{a/n} writing on ao3 is hard bc i have yet to find the save button so yay my stuff got deleted and also school started this week so that's fun ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

Wirt woke up the next morning in a sleepy daze. He looked at the clock reading 5:12 and sighed. No point in trying to sleep anymore. Wirt has had another night of non stop nightmares and wasn't able to sleep longer than 3 hours last night. He sits up on his bed and yawns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Wirt gets ready for the day trying to be as quiet as possible as Greg and him are now sharing a room and he can't really deal with Greg's . . . Gregness this early.

He spends a couple hours in the living room writing poetry and music until his mom comes downstairs and greets him.

"Well good morning my little Edgar Allen." She said as she starts making toast, "What are you doing up so early?"

"I just wanted to wake up early and get ready for my first proper day in our new home." He lied. Wirt didn't want his mom to worry. She's worried so much for him before. He never wants to see his mom look at him the way she did in the hospital that night.

"Aww! I'm so proud of my big man growing up and adapting so well" she said in a loving voice as she pulled him in for a hug. "Ack, Mom!" Wirt yelled as he pulled away, face burning from embarrassment.

"Roger is taking you and Greg to a quaint little store in the woods later. You should also go and explore the town and such afterwards. It shouldn't be to hard with how small this place is. Before Wirt could complain, his mom said her goodbyes and went off to work.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  time skip  brout to you by bacon cola  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧


"Oh boy! It's a grand day to go adventuring, right Wirt?" Greg was nothing but chipper as he got in the car.

"It-it's not an adventure Greg. We're just going to some tourist trap on the edge of town" Wirt mumbled. He doesn't like the idea of being so surrounded by woods, especially in a town he doesn't know anything about. However, he made no complaints 10 minutes later as the car pulled up to a shabby place with a big sign that read 'Mystery hack' with a large 'S' on the roof. his step dad parked the car and the all got out.

They do the tour of the "mysterious oddocies of gravity falls". All the "exhibits", however, were obviously just bad taxidermy and fake findings. It managed to fool Greg and somehow a surprisingly large amounts of tourist. It wasn't until he entered the gift shop did things get interesting.

The gift shop was full of tourist and neat little trinkets when they entered. Greg and Roger quickly split up to look at all the interestings to buy as Wirt stood there, feeling overwhelmed at how lost he felt in the semi crowded room. One thing caught his eye, however. Standing behind the counter was a teenager, around the same age as him, with soft eyes and fluffy, chestnut brown hair. There was something with this boy that made Wirt extra nervous. He caught up with Greg and they went to go pay for their things.

"Thank you for visiting the Mystery Shack" the boy said, looking down at the register as he rung all the items, "is that all you're getting?"

"For today. We just moved here so we might come back." Roger said. At this, the boy perked his head up, looking a the three of them. "Oh wow, then welcome!" he exclaimed, "Gravity falls doesn't get a lot of newcomers. Is there anything we here can help with?" Greg peeked over the edge of the counter and answered very loudly, "You can help us with our adventure later today! We're gonna explore this weird place" Wirt unconsciously lowered his head and tried to look smaller so nobody would see him. He loved Greg but sometimes he was too much.

"That sounds like a great idea!" the boy chuckled, "How about after my shift, I take you two on a tour?" it was Wirt's turn to perk up, maybe it won't be so bad. As long as they stay in town and away from the woods, that is. And who knows, maybe spending more time with a kid his age would be nice.

"I'm Dipper, by the way." Dipper states, holding out his hand. Wirt shakes it slightly and says, "I-I'm wirt" 

Wirt couldn't stop thinking about Dipper on the drive home.


{a/n} kill me please writing is hard. also from now on imma try to do 3rd person pov if that's ok. tell me if there's stuff i can improve on plz

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