Grabmebythepiines

At the entrance to town centre stood a happy and eccentric Dipper Pines. He sported brand-new dark blue jeans, a colourful red and blue hoodie with a pair of casual shoes. He had been psyching himself up for this from the beginning of last week. For this was the day he and Mabel would go on a date.

The cool summer breeze lifted the nerves and stress off of his head and swished it into the bushes. He would finally have an entire day to share with her. It was unreal, but it was also too short. The number of things he wanted to do with Mabel at his side, to have her there just smiling at him whispering ‘it’s okay’. The reassurance of her voice gave him an ultimate surge of confidence. One that he could not live without.

As his heels began to give way and stiffen up he decided to take the load off. He spotted a nearby park bench and eagerly planted himself firmly on it. Silently awaiting her voice or footsteps. As his ears stayed alert his mind began to drift among the cloud of imagination cluttering his mind. His brain incredibly high off the chain of love the two had gradually welded together. Although today was a wonderful day, it would also be a test for how durable their chain would be.

‘Hey, Dipper!’ A siren of happiness rung throughout her voice, it was clearly Mabel.

He lifted his head off the wooden railing to see her glittering in the sunlight.

A sparkly top, skirt, shoes and socks. He wondered if he’d even be able to look at her today. He might have to wear sunglasses otherwise it’s bye bye eyes.

‘Hey, you look really nice today Mabel!’ While she had been strengthening Dipper, he tried to do the same with her. Mabel attempted multiple methods to make herself look better for him. For the sake of keeping their relationship going, she focused on her exterior, rather than the interior. In ways that Dipper himself would not be pleased with. Sometimes starving herself to the point of nearly fainting in the hallway, just to get rid of the miniscule amount of fat on her tummy. Applying creams to get rid of tiny spots only to give her large scarlet red rashes.

He’d thought for some time on how to tackle the situation. A matter of confronting it head-on wouldn’t end well. For Mabel, approaching things carefully was what did the trick. Dipper had to gradually get her to realise that these compliments were true. Infecting her mind with positive thoughts and cleansing the virus of insecurity was the way to go.

A graceful impact of acceptance from Mabel had shown his remark hit the spot. However, the warmth her smile brought was short to live, as her ego tucked it away behind closed curtains. She was quick to knock her confidence, anyone who was confident always seemed to be cocky in her eyes. It was best to stay neutral and average.

Dipper attempted to keep her at ease, as they began to walk towards the gates he eyed Mabel’s hand. It hung beside her right thigh motionless, with a forceful clench of his fist he bit down on his lips and shot his hand out to grab hers. His eyelids shut tight to the brim in fear of a severe punishment. A cascade of silence followed it clawed into the canals of his ears. No sound or movement, it all fell dead for those 10 seconds.

‘Thank you, Dipper.’ A signal of hope echoed among the gates and ears of her lover. As his tense posture fell off, he seemed relieved. He wanted to give it back to her. The confidence that she deserved. His eyelids open he turned to see her face. There was no fault, no shame but a slight resurrection of courage. A genuine smile that lit up the first tunnel in this maze of frustration.

As time floated by glancing at the two, the sun had commenced its descent. It’s unstable and vibrant colours reached across all corners of the sky, before a silent goodbye. The twins were in the perfect position to catch it but only had a few minutes. Dipper hurried Mabel into the right spot and yanked his phone out.

‘Okay, Mabel hold on, just stay there okay? Trust me you’ll love this.’ The anxious nature of his voice led her to think something was happening behind her, but of course, she couldn’t see. She had unfortunately thought that he was playing a prank on her. After all the excitement she had been through today, this wasn’t how to end it on a happy note.

‘Dipper what are you doing?’ she asked impatiently, as he was taking longer than expected.

‘Hold up Mabes I got it! Okay, you gotta' smile for me alright?’

Holding her pose, she tried her best to do a faithful smile. As she heard the shutter go off she witnessed the look on Dipper’s face. He was mesmerized, she called out to him but he didn’t reply until the third time. He walked over to her silently pushing the phone over to her hands. As she held it in her view it all became clear.

Dipper had positioned her directly behind the sun, allowing her clothes to glisten and sparkle amongst the dashes of light. It crawled around the outskirts of her shape, creating a luminescent glow to her body and face. She couldn’t believe it. She looked like an angel. One that had been long forgotten, torn apart by pessimism and despair spawned by self-judgment.

She looked up to Dipper, on the verge of tears her lips began to quiver. He simply leaned in to hold her closely.

‘Plus it’s a shortcut back home, wanna give it a try?’

A short glance from Mabel and a smile on her face told Dipper the answer. They took the steep hill down and ventured along the winding roads of the valley. Their conversation became rather minimal, shortened to a quick ‘oh my god’ or ‘jesus christ’ from Mabel occasionally. He enjoyed showing her the simple spots of rivers and ponds teaming with wildlife.

A spot for the ducks to quack and birds to tweet, it all felt familiar. But she couldn’t put her finger on it. The evergreen trees dotted around the patches of grass like polka-dots were screaming its name at her. Though she still remained in a constant state of thought. Dipper noticed this and took a stab at it, ‘what’s wrong?’ she looked up at him in one jerked motion. ‘Well, I was wondering, doesn’t this place seem familiar?’ Dipper took a guess at what she was trying to rattle her brain about. ‘You mean Gravity Falls?’ as the words exited his mouth her face smile began to stretch across her cheeks.

‘That’s it! It was Gravity Falls!’ Her eyes followed the curve of the hills, the several houses placed at the bottom, middle and top each had their own unique view. She wondered, imagination unfettered, could they perhaps live out here? Alone among the wildlife, free of any jobs or mundane life in the cities. All the gas and fumes would surely get to their heads. Not to mention a headache most of the neighbours would be. A life among mother nature where the only thing that mattered was their own happiness and each other. Perhaps, once in a while they could take a visit to the stream to collect some water. The travel would be long, but the journey to witness the makeup of nature would be incredible.

‘Hey, speaking of Gravity Falls it’s almost time for summer break isn’t it?’

Dipper said excitedly, Mabel turned towards him, his eyebrow raised as an offer. They were both thinking the same thing. Even if their lives weren’t as busy eight years ago, they could afford to make time. The past was calling for them, howling back to the future. They wanted to respond.

With an agreement of visiting the past between them, Dipper wanted the icing on the cake. He silently reached out for Mabel’s hand in a gestured motion. As his fingernails scraped against her skin she was caught off guard and jerked her hand back.

‘Hey what’s the matter?’ Dipper questioned rather worried, everything was going so well up until that sudden moment of suspicious shock.

She seemed to show a paranoid look before whispering to Dipper, ‘look, I want to as well but someone from college might see us. I don’t want this to end so quickly.’

He stopped for a moment, puzzled in his tracks. Mabel ceased and turned around to look at him, their eyes were connected but Dipper wasn’t intentionally looking at her. He scrambled his brain for an answer, there definitely wouldn’t be anyone out here. No one he knows had found this pathway but him. Sure maybe someone from his class might see him but they probably wouldn’t know him personally. They might not be able to tell a sister apart from a girlfriend.

Mabel gave a heavy sigh as he stood silently, a surging tornado of ideas to help his heart flutter once more.

The poor thing, I hate to be like this with him. But I don’t want to get into trouble. I want this to last. I want it to go on every day. It’ll only stop for a while if anyone gets cautious about us. Yeah, I think if we lay down those kinds of plans before they happen, then we’re sure to be safe. In the meantime, I’ll think of a way to make it up to him.

She pulled herself away from the chambers of daydreams and called to Dipper, who immediately woke up from his thoughtful slumber.

‘Look, I’ll make it up to you some other time but right now we gotta be cautious, okay?’ she hoped asking nicely would persuade him to think about the seriousness of it all. As she watched it seemed to melt into his head like a block of butter. It came upon him in a sudden flash, everything that could happen. Everything that could happen if he didn’t take Mabel’s warning seriously. He heaved an incredibly long sigh, it rang of annoyance but also compliance.

‘Alright alright, I’ll uh, I’ll leave it for now.’ he said hesitantly.

She didn’t think it would annoy him this much, maybe it came back to that sentiment again. Perhaps she just wasn’t all that committed. When you love someone you try to please them as much as you can, right? Why wasn’t she doing her job? Love isn’t a one-way street. It takes two to tango as they say. It could be that way, or Dipper just might be o-

‘Mabel? What are you doing?’ Dipper questioned her rather again. It seemed that she had kicked him out of his thoughtful slumber to only take up shop.

He noticed her eyes began to focus, large black pupils spreading out and taking up all the room.

For a moment he saw something in the distance. A ray of colour, orange and yellow combined. They began to swarm together in a whirlwind amid the clouds. A grey would have surely thrown them off balance but it seemed to lighten the effect. A spread of this light affected everything around it, blasting it with waves of abrupt and glistening colours. It erupted among the trees and wildlife, creating a rainbow effect of beauty spreading across a blanket of swarming pessimistic green and honeybee yellow.

After the anxious and painful dinner that awaited them downstairs the two set foot to their bedrooms. Away from prying eyes their hands intertwined as they met by the staircase. He leads her by the hand upstairs, a silly and amateurish attempt at romancing her. However, the ecstatic smile on her face encouraged him to continue. As they reached the top, she slipped her hand away from his passive grip. Dipper’s smile faded as he turned towards her, wondering why she had let go. Mabel had dreaded the idea before reaching the stairs but reconsidered after the journey that Dipper had taken her through. She pushed herself forward and laid a bare kiss on Dipper’s cheek. A soft and immediate press of her lips felt like a fleeting feeling. He wanted more of it and Mabel knew this. The act of this tease was simply meant to inspire these exact thoughts. As he faced her, a press of her finger against his lips silenced him.

‘We will don’t worry. When I’m ready, you’ll know.’

In a hushed and erotic tone so beautiful the very angels of heaven would be stomping their feet with jealousy. With that message, she took a stride over to her door and opened it.

‘See ya next time bro bro’. She then slipped inside and closed the door.

Why...why was she so god damn sexy? He thought to himself. Who knew Mabel was his dream girl, she was there with him the whole time and he didn’t know. The exciting, adventurous and creative significant other he had always dreamed of. She was there to have and to hold from now on.

‘I don't think I'll find anyone as good as you.’ He whispered aloud to himself.

Dipper entered his bedroom and closed the door behind himself. A rush of thoughts so chaotic they started to punch his head left and right, spinning around on the fragile crane of his neck. A flavorful knock of unconsciousness is what the two needed. As they prepared themselves for bed, the commonplace negative thoughts had ceased.

In their place grew delightful and joyous plans for their future. What if they could get jobs and still be together? Just them with no Mum and Dad around to look out for. Dipper would come back from his 9-5 job tired and erratic. Mabel would be working from home and cooking up some grub before he arrived to surprise him. She would always make an exotic dish for him so that every day would never be the same.

It would change for the both of them. It was all they wanted, privacy and peace of mind. However, they knew nothing ever came easily. It didn’t just fall from the sky and into your palms, it does so only if you work hard enough for it. From that point on, they promised to work their hardest in order to achieve that dream.

The next morning approached their bedside, squirming around on the floor and shining through their open windows. The first day of their new life had officially begun. The dread, anxiety and anger had all seeped away into the dry walls. Now the thrilled and upbeat parts of the two were coming out and ready to play.

As they were both getting dressed and ready they noticed they were both looking forward to College as well. That was something they couldn’t anticipate. Dipper was the first to reach downstairs as he grabbed his two pieces of toast and spread them with a tinge of pure honey. Mabel was taking a little longer than normal, however, and it triggered Dipper’s curiosity. After he had finished, he started to time her, looking at his watch he predicted another two minutes. If not, then he would confront her directly.

With thirty seconds left on the clock, he heard the familiar voice, ‘hold on I’m coming!’ in a way that made it all sound like one word. There she came face to face with her new lover and Dipper had a surprise for his eyes. She wore a polka-dot sweater with pigtails sprouting at the sides of her head. Along with black tights, skirt and knee-high boots. It turns out she really had class after all. She turned her head to the side, almost too embarrassed to make eye to make eye contact with him.

‘Do you like it?’ From the nervousness in her voice, Dipper could tell. She really did put a lot of effort into it.

‘Of course. You look amazing Mabes’ He said with a short chuckle. He watched as her face lit up with excitement, cheerful rainbows of fireworks exploding within her eyes. It gave her passion, drive and determination. She now had a reason to look to the future instead of obsessing over the past.

‘Oh my God Dipper! I just love you so much!’

The atmosphere around College begun to transform. They both stopped their habitual behaviour from skipping classes and studied hard to catch up. The determination and drive they had could very well rival the highest ranking students in their College. As long as they had their dream in sight, nothing could stop them. Dipper tried his hand at being more romantic than usual and although it was appreciated, Mabel did get a few chuckles out of it. He bought her a plate of sushi as a little present for their first day. It was all too sweet for Mabel as the look on Dipper face looked almost the same as hers that morning. She squealed with glee and snatched the fork and plate away from him just to gobble it all down. Dipper watched with a peaceful smile on his face. She’s just too good for me. She really is. I promise I’ll take care of you Mabes, all the way to the grave.

The trip back usually consisted of taking the bus all the way back but Dipper had another idea. There was a local field nearby, and he wanted to take Mabel for a stroll there. When he told her she excitedly accepted the idea and waited for him outside of the gates that afternoon. As Dipper approached her, he pointed the way and she followed suit. The walk was short but still full of surprising and interesting conversation between the two. Dipper had brought up the topic of the dream and the chit-chat became more of a serious verbal blueprint. He carried it forward with his discussion about what jobs they would have, how they would care for one another when sick. If Dipper would work the night shift or day shift. Mabel gazed in awe at him as verbal diarrhoea came spewing out.

‘I didn’t realise he cared this much.’ she thought to herself and it made her rather worried. Was she not putting enough effort into the relationship already? They just started but Dipper’s going all out guns blazing. Maybe she should follow after him. She felt a sudden tap on the shoulder and looked towards Dipper.

‘Here we are Mabes, check it out.’

She turned her head to witness an explosive array of bright pinks and dazzling oranges above the horizon. They spread across the blankets of the sky like wings on an elated vulture. She hadn’t realised how much time had passed. It felt like the exact opposite of last week. She didn’t know what to say, it was too good to be true. The colours in her vision blurred the thoughts in her head. She turned to Dipper eyes wide with wonder ‘how did you even find this place?’

Dipper let out a nervous chuckle, she knew she was in for a story.

Beauty

As the twins slowly begin to realise their feelings for each other, it only creates more havoc and turmoil. The attempts of trying to keep it a secret make them question if it’s even worth it in the end. 

I made this story to try and deconstruct their relationship, make it seem less bubbly and have a more realistic spin on it. I don’t know if I succeeded in that though, let me know if I did. It helps a lot, let’s me know I’m doing a good job. 

A Means to An End

His job wasn’t done just yet. Something from Gravity Falls was coming back and it was coming for him. One last fight for survival. 

This one was kinda abstract and I wanted to try something like that.  A chance for me to go all out with a place and setting. It even let me try incorporating some horror elements, however bad it was. I will continue it for the people who want it, I’ll do that after I finish Beauty though. I haven’t got around to linking chapters and all but I will sometime tomorrow hopefully if life lets me. 

The realisation on her face was clear, it would soon come to an end. He sat isolated in darkness, anxious, dreading the moment she would open it. To view his distorted and warped expression, drilling the current situation into her brain further. He pulled the blinds of his eyelids down as her hands came closer. The clenching of the handle, a slight creak as it was pushed aside. A flash of light eclipsing his murky pit of self-loathing. His eyes opened passively, awaiting the expression of his beloved twin. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. Her face brutally torn apart by frustration, anger and lust.

‘Dipper, y-you didn’t really, did you?

He could hear it in her voice. The collapse of hope, it had built itself up inside her all that time, only to come crashing down in an instant.

‘I can’t do it, Mabel... I-I’ve tried everything. Nothing works. I’m s-sorry. I should have stayed with you. Not leave you alone. It...it won’t happen again.’He hated words he spoke. They were empty, meaningless drabble he had previously spit out before. All of this pent up anger forced his lips to quiver at them. His fist tightened, rounded nails digging into his palm. There wasn’t a way to get out of this. The affection of lust became his own escape.

Mabel began to lean in a little closer, attempting to offer in help. Although an empty excuse, she wanted to be close to him. It was the tug of war in her mind that kept switching sides. It would never stay put. Never stay the same. The emotional turmoil would win over, as the desire and yearning could just as easily turn the tides. Her balance came off, and she fell into the space of Dipper’s lap.

A rush of adrenaline surged through their bodies as they both kicked away into their respective corners. Each type of contact between them only amplified the abnormal growth of their feelings tenfold. All sound fell on deaf ears once they had pushed themselves into their respective corners.

‘Dipper?’

He didn’t want to reply. He wouldn’t be able to control himself.

‘Dipper please.’

There was no acknowledgement of her presence.

‘Please...I need you. Pl-Plea-’

She could hardly finish her sentence before she burst into tears. A loud and heaty whimper bellowed into Mabel’s chest. He could hear her clothes shuffling around as she kicked against the thin blanket of air between them. She made sure to go out with a whimper and a bang. Dipper sat there taking it all in. The agonising cries of his sister. The total obscurity of his vision, only able to visualize how painful her face must look. It stayed this way for a while. Time began to creep outside the door again. A sick and tormented call echoed in her room as it scratched at the door frame. As time faded, the screams gradually drifted away. Along with his sisters, her cries had softened but were still audible. He didn’t want to listen to it any longer. He wanted her smile back, her bad joke telling, creative creations all of what made her who she was, regardless of her feelings.

‘Mabel..’ Dipper called out to her in an attempt to calm her down. Her sniffling had ceased, but she didn’t respond back.

Although Mabel couldn’t see, Dipper threw his arms out in front of her, it was enough. The amount of time they’ve both been suffering under this so-called spell of ‘love’ was pathetic. It only brought them to the closest confines of their mind which they kept shut away. This single moment of their lives allowed it to blossom, entangling their vines around such young and confused minds.

‘Come here, I’m sorry for everything.’

‘D-Dipper?’

‘It’s okay. Just let it go. I’ve had enough of this shit.’

It felt like an entirely new person was talking to her. Her previously spiteful brother, replaced by the broken shell of hope. She felt her arms untangle themselves and try to reach out to him. She didn’t bother stopping them this time. It had gone on long enough. She didn’t have the energy to stop. That dried up long ago. They begin to embrace each other with a hug, a steady turn of communication. It’s alright now. We’ll be safe. They moulded in place, frozen in time within each other grasp. If life never ended, their place never would have moved. Their fingers wrapped around the other, tense but nervous to touch.

The moment drowns them both in ecstasy, regret and misery. No one could know about this. No one would know. They would never find out. Time would stand the test of their love if it really was true. Or a mere sadistic trick their minds had played on them, simply to sit back and watch the fireworks. If only they could stay frozen like this forever.

A thunderous shout from downstairs woke the two from their pleasurable play. ‘Mabel! Dipper! What are you two doing up there?! Get downstairs right now!’The familiar call of their Mother caused them to tear apart and wither in the chaos left over. They were left to gaze at each others faces through the darkness. The barely visible outlines of them staring back. A surge of emotion so monumental, that it could cease all of their previously pessimistic nature. It happened, and if felt amazing.

They had to snap back, return the call to their mother quickly. The twins didn’t want her coming upstairs to witness such a positive tragedy. Dipper hopped up and pulled himself out of the cupboard. He shouted back down to his Mom as nonchalantly as he could ‘we’ll be right there hold on!’He looked back to see Mabel, closing the cupboard behind her. A nervous and worried expression plastered on her face, Dipper knew how she was feeling. The butterflies in their stomachs began to flicker their delicate wings against the skin of their abdomens. It felt wonderful. It felt horrible. It didn’t feel right. There was nothing better than this. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Why didn’t I do this sooner? They both couldn’t think of a straight answer. But for them, that was okay. It meant that their love was genuine. As Dipper led Mabel by the hand downstairs, he assured her with the grasp of his hand. That everything would be okay.

A plan sprouted from his mind. Perhaps...yes maybe he could. However, planning it carefully would be best. Dipper set it into action, drying as much water as he could before stuffing them back into his pocket. Away from his sight and mind. Pushing aside the door he slid patiently but quietly through the hallway to his own. His ears perked up, not a sound from her. She was silent, all sound at the level of her room seemed to collapse and suffocate. Unable to sing from their natural remedy they lay and succumbed to death at her feet.  He didn’t blame her. The turmoil of their love caused it to spiral down the constantly expanding staircase of confusion that was their relationship. It all came out of nowhere and nothing could fix it. The only temporary solution was to separate themselves from each other. However long the solution took, they would wait. It was over for him, hopefully, Mabel hadn’t given up. He stepped into his room and closed the door, waiting calmly for it.

He sat at the foot of his bed, back hunched over and shoulders closed inside his chest. The ears began twitching, trying to drown out all sound. The top priority was the signal. ‘Dipper! Mabel! Dinner is ready come and get it!’

There it was. Now the second one, he twisted his head to position his ear towards the door. The creek of her door echoed in the hallway, then the sound of it shutting. He approached his door, as she trickled down the stairs he opened it and slid himself out as if he were a contortionist. A stride of confidence as his plan had gone relatively well so far. Everything was going according to plan. He pushed the handle down and opened the door, checking that there was no one around, he carefully shut the door.  

Once inside the next phase of his plan begun, looking for a ‘forgettable’ place. It was helped by the fact that Mabel was an artist. All of her utensils and equipment were scattered across the land. It meant to Dipper, that just about any spot could be ‘forgettable’ to her. He stood there for quite a while, scanning the area looking for a place to put it in. Time is against him, she could be coming back up here. He needed to get it over and done with. He found it, a spacing between her draws and cabinet. The perfect place for something to go missing. He rushed over, positioning it just right as to not look suspicious. Now all that was left to conquer was dinner.

It wasn’t over yet though. The familiar footsteps that once tread down the stairs, dared to go back up into their resting place. She’s coming, what could he do? What could he do? What could he do?! The panic of the situation began to set in on Dipper’s physical and mental being. His fingers started to twitch, a nervous quiver in his lips popped up. The flurry of situations that could happen if he got caught was immense. His head spun around on the corkscrew thinness of his neck. Looking for a place to hide from her. He spotted a half-open cupboard and dashed towards it, remembering to keep it as quiet as possible. His contortionist act was to be replayed if he ever had a chance of getting inside without inviting the voices of sound to join him. It was a few seconds of waiting before she entered the room. Dipper etched the door slightly so he could keep an eye on her. He hadn’t seen her today, not even yesterday. He was sure that when she came into sight, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. When her face came into view, however, it had the opposite effect. 

As she walked past the crack in the cupboard, he saw the nervous and anxiety-ridden nature of her face. She was panicking fast panting-like breathing. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. When she approached the clothes draw she saw it. Dipper didn’t plan for her to see it immediately, perhaps a day or two after. This wasn’t good, it already started to fall apart. The cracks were sparking up, shining through his confidence and ‘bright idea’. Her head spun around, looking at all corners of the room. It didn’t make sense. What was she even looking for? 

She'd already found the panties, hadn’t she? As he stared it only got worse, she threw pillows and art pads on her bed trying to find it. Her gaze drew her closer, Dipper motioned himself back into the confines of darkness that held him there. It’s over. She’ll find me now. I can still hear her, clawing her way through stashes of utensils pencils and pads. I should never have come in here. Why didn’t I just keep it with me? Why didn’t I use them when those fucking feelings came back to me?! Why didn’t I help her a week ago when she cried painfully next to me?! Why can’t I be the best brother she’s ever wished for?! What is the point of us even being brother and sister if we can’t love each other?! Why?! Why? Why...why does it have to be like this? I don’t get it, what have I ever done to deserve something like this. It doesn’t make sense. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.