#dxpperpinetree

This town... Was-- no, wait-- felt a lot ‘better’ than the one he had grown up at. 

It had only been nearly two years since his mother had died. Thinking that it would be a good idea, two people who used to be close to his mother, had taken both him and his younger sibling on a ‘vacation’. In all honesty, Ade didn’t have anything against it. After spending two years at that place which was filled with memories, he had yearned for something new. To go somewhere he had never been before.

They had driven around for a while and ended up stumbling upon this small town-- which was weird. Why? Well, they couldn’t really find it on the map. Not that Ade minded that, really. Not knowing anything about this place gave him a subject to talk to people about. This was why he had also approached just a random stranger.

‘Save me!’

She offers her arms out for a hug.

‘Bill... please don’t make my poor Dipper wear a dress...’ @dxpperpinetree

It was a couple of nights after Dipper and Mabel had arrived, and Stan was doing what he always did, skulking the corridors of the Mystery Shack after night like some recalcitrant spectre. He tried his best to be quiet though, after all with him, Ford, Soos and Melody (and their little one on the way) not to mention Dipper and Mabel, it was a pretty full house.

Passing by the entrance to the skylight which led to the flat platform on the roof, he noticed it was slightly ajar. Huh. Funny. He swore that he had locked it. Grunting with difficulty as he managed to squeeze himself through the frame, he eased himself out onto the small, veranhdah-like area which he had launched fireworks off with the kids the previous summer.

(( Under-new-management: A zombie apocalypse AU, where the zombies cannot be killed through song.

Role play between nodicecowboy and  @dxpperpinetree .))

-It was now a few weeks into the apocalypse, yet everything still had that new horror to it. None of the two had gotten used to the awful situation. But was this surprising? Not at all. What they were witnessing was awful. No one should ever witness this sort of tragedy, especially not a thirteen year old boy. Yet, there was nothing Stanley Pines could did to prevent the poor child from seeing what he had seen.

Now even if the fossil continued to be his dumb, obnoxious self as much as possible, he still found himself with a consistent underpinning sadness. Dipper was all he had left now and he was all that Dipper had. They had each other. That was it.

He only wished he could say the same for...

Mabel.

Just the thought of the little girl brought salty tears to the man’s pupils. Two whole weeks (which bare in mind felt like months) had passed since the tragedy, but none of them were over it...How could they be? It was as if someone had blown out their only hope of light. As if someone had taken their hearts and tossed it coldly into a blender, shredding it into millions of pieces.

Not to mention Ford had been missing for five days now. The intellectual man took his turn to scout for food and never came back. The arrangement was that Dipper would permanently stay in the abandoned store that they called a base, while the Stan twins took it in terns to scout for nutrition. Why did he ever let Ford go? It should have been him doing the high risk maneuvers. Only him. Risk was what he was best at. But now of course, if the old timer left to find food, Dipper would be left all alone, so Stan decided they should look for his brother together. Even if it meant risking the both of them. A stupid move, but he couldn’t afford to lose his smarter sibling again. As for Dipper, he would rather die than leave him alone. Not after Mabel...

As they walked through an abandoned town, the grey male brought his arm up to his eyes, so that he could wipe them. Of course his glasses got in the way a little. Stan had walked in front to do this as he was too full of pride to cry explicitly in front of his nephew. He also didn’t want to show the child his vulnerability as he had to be strong for the both of them. Besides, he was the fun,less serious grunkle,right? And that’s how he wanted to be remembered. Not as some cry baby wuss.

Now that his orbs were cleaned of any liquid, they darted over his shoulder to see a sulking Dipper. Hm. Poor kid. The best thing Stan could do for him was to get him back home. His parents were more responsible than his great uncle after all. That had been the aim all along. Get the kids home and fast. But of course the car ran out of gas and all sorts of crisis made themselves present. What would you expect from an apocalypse?

Stan frowned at the young Pines’. Perhaps he should lighten the tone a little, if he could.-”Hey, Dipper. Wanna’ here a joke?”- The face the brunet had told him that now was not the time.- “Ugh...oh...yea’...alright, maybe later.”-He almost pouted as he lowered his head, but once again he pulled him together.-

@dxpperpinetree

    Echoing thumping footsteps became louder as they approached his door. The doorknob of their attic bedroom clicked open and the shameless and impatient figure of the girl emerged inside. 

     “Are you sure? I think I left it here, somewhere.”

    Halted at the center of the room, Mabel scanned with narrowed eyes the visible contents for the glue gun. “Hmm...” She nibbled on her thumb’s fingernail as a frown appeared. No sight of the glue, yet. That was truly odd, for she could’ve sworn she’d seen it here that morning. She glanced over a last time before her eyes set on her curled up brother on his bed. 

     “What’s up with you?”

     The bed jolted with them as she practically slumped down at the edge of it. 

     “Are you sick, or something?”

     She asked as she stretched her neck and body over him, her teasing curiosity to see his face eating at her. Why was he still in bed, she wondered. The sun was already up and shining!