(When I am talking in 1st person it is Dippers pov unless I say otherwise)
"That's an odd question" Dipper remarked. "Well I'm basically a god of destruction, soo" Dipper covered his sisters mouth, "Why do you ask?" "Uh, no reason heh, alright hurry up lets go, Soos will carry your bags." Dipper reluctantly handed the man named Soos his and his sisters bags, "You don't seem like the type to have someone come to carry bags." "Eh, I'm not, but Soos here begged to come." I didn't think to much about how a grown man would act that childish, Mabel was my sister after all.
We soon arrived at an old looking shack, some of the wood was even rotting, and in big bold letters on the roof it said "Mystery shack" A tourist trap? I thought but didn't ask anything about. Our great uncle Stanford seemed rather insistent on being called Grunkle Stan, so we did. When Soos showed us our attic bedroom I wasn't even upset about how small it was since Mabel and I had a pretty small bedrooms back at home.
"This place is awesome!"Mabel exclaimed flopping onto her bed. "Yea" I said in agreement, I haven't been misgendered or dead named, so I think I pass. Plus our Grunkle Stan knew no information about Mabel and I prior to our arrival so we told him our names when we came.
Gravity falls seemed fun.
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trans dipper
Fanfictiondipper is trans, and a sad boy, also angst. trigger warning btw, I also don't own any of the art.
