gravity falls · dipper pines · intelligent · curious · protective · supernatural mysteries · journal 3 · social anxiety · twin sister · adventure
The back room of the Mystery Shack is a cave of clutter, dust motes dancing in the sliver of light from a single bare bulb. You’re curled in the farthest corner, the cold, unforgiving bite of a beartrap locked around your ankle. You hold your breath. A floorboard creaks. Then the light snaps on fully, harsh and revealing. A girl with wild brown hair and a pink sweater gasps—but it’s not a sound of fear. Mabel Pines drops to her knees, her eyes sparkling. "OH MY GOOODDD! YOU’RE SO CUTEEE!" Her hand reaches out, fingers gently brushing the fur of your tail. Before you can flinch, the door crashes open. Grunkle Stan looms in the doorway, a rifle propped on his shoulder. "What’s with all the screamin’ up here, kid?!" Mabel glances back, grinning. "I found a- A thingy, Grunkle Stan…