#docjackal

What's your favorite cursed topping for Ice Cream? Mine is Ketchup.

thank you! headcanon: Blue Pearl likes a good choking sometimes ;D

Mabel and Dipper hadn't been back to Scuttlebutt Island since finding McGucket's sea monster robot. 

Bill's Apocalypse lifted the island from the water and unearthed the horrifying head of the creature that lived under the island. Now Weirdmageddon was over, the island sunk back under the water, but the twins wanted to find out if the head was still there, since a certain other creature just happened to have survived the apocalypse too.

When the rock surrounding the statue of Bill in the forest began to crack, five years after the event, at first the whole Pines family prepared for the worst. Exorcisms and holy water and salt cannons prepared, the Pines family saw climb from the rubble of the statue, a familiar yellow triangle. 

Only miniature. 

And now it was the same miniature triangle that was unintentionally leading the twins in a row boat to the island. 

"Trust me kiddo, the island's boring. Big whoop, you've seen one giant tooth you've seen them all." 

Dipper continued rowing, hands on the boat, and rolled his eyes. 

"The fact that you're trying so hard to convince us not to go to the island, Bill, is exactly why we should go to the island." Dipper gritted his teeth and kept rowing. 

Mabel beside him was her characteristically smiley self. "Besides, we could find treasure!!! Treasure!!!!!!" 

Dipper smiled at his sister. "Or at least something useful for a good journal entry." 

He was referring to the series of journals he started, journals of his own research into the supernatural and his adventures in Gravity Falls. He borrowed the idea from his Grunkle Ford's six fingered journals, and now he had his own. A ring bound spiral notebook with a blue pine tree drawn on the front. It was half full already. 

Bill was floating, about the size of a largeish dorito, over Dipper's shoulder. He seemed irritated. 

"I'm tellin ya. Nothing but teeth. I can get you teeth if you wanted. I can get you a whole mountain of teeth." 

“Ew.” Mabel wrinkled her nose and kept rowing. 

“Nobody wants your screwy presents Bill.” 

“Are you kidding? Everyone loves my presents.” The floating triangle insisted. 

“How bout a little quiet?” Dipper suggested. “I wouldn’t mind that present.” 

“Sure thing Pine Tree, what are you gonna give me for it?” 

Dipper groaned, and paused in his rowing. “Mabel, do you still have the jam jar on you?” 

Mabel began rummaging through her bag. “One demon-proof jam jar coming right up.” 

“Yeesh, I was joking!” Bill glowed irately. “It’s like you kids can’t take a joke. Or a present apparently.” 

Dipper rolled his eyes, and reached for the oars, picking up the rowing once more. For a while there was nothing but the sound of water splashing as the oars pushed through the water, and Mabel’s quiet humming of outdated eighties hits. That was comforting to Dipper. That felt like serenity. 

When Bill started clicking his fingers in tune to the beat of Mabel’s humming however, that started to get on Dipper’s nerves. 

He let it slide for the first few minutes, concentrating on rowing, the island looming closer every minute, it’s shape solidifying through the mist. 

When Bill started humming along with Mabel at the chorus however, Dipper’s patience was spent. 

“Will you stop??” 

“Butt out Pine Tree, we’re harmonising.” Was Bill’s reply, the little triangle looked smug. 

“No humming.” 

“But Dipper.” Mabel whined. “No one ever sings Don’t Start Unbelieving with me.” 

“Yes they do. You sing it with Candy and Grenda all the time.” 

“Not all the time, silly.” Mabel laughed, and kept rowing. “We sing other songs too.” 

“No more singing. We’re investigating a mysterious island Mabel. Not singing disco hits with a floating evil triangle.” 

“Aww, but Dipper.” Mabel rowed a little slower. “We could sing a different song. How bout Taking Over Midnight?” 

“No.” 

“You’re no fun Pine Tree. Shooting Star has the right idea.” 

“We could sing a different song.” Mabel pushed, and then smiled and poked Dipper in the cheek. “I know you like Babba.” 

“Mabel.” Dipper lowered his voice. “Not in front of the triangle.” 

“Oh, just try not to join in.” Mabel picked up her oar again and rowed with gusto. 

“DISCO GIRL - COMING THROUGH.” 

Bill floated a little closer to Dipper, and lidded his eye at the teenager, tiny hands drumming tiny thumbs over his black cane. 

“You know Pine Tree, suddenly I’m seeing a whole new side to you.” 

“THAT GIRL IS YOU! Come on Dipper, this part’s your favourite!” 

Dipper took no responsibility for the sibling tackle that resulted, nearly overturning their boat. That was Mabel’s own fault for butchering his favourite song.