(Prelude: Dipper is a minizora. They're people born 1 in a million and can be 3 to 5 inches tall. They're durable enough to be stepped on and even survive stomach acid, but not invincible. Based on the story by https://www.writing.com/main/interactive...)
Dipper had had an eventful last few hours, to say the least. After being dropped off by their folks in this tourist trap town, he and his sister Mabel had a bit of an incident. And by incident, he’s obviously referring to Mabel being kidnapped and almost forced into marriage with 1,000 gnomes, followed by an epic chase in a golf cart from a composite gnome monster, and ending with the defeat of said monster with a leaf blower. However, now that the adrenaline had fallen and they were up in the attic for the evening, Dipper took greater interest with his initial big discovery: a mysterious journal with a six-fingered hand on the cover. Of particular interest to the three inch tall boy was that the book was sized to minizoras like himself.
“What’ch’ya readin’ there, bro-bro?” asked Mabel. The regular-sized twelve year old was hanging upside-down off the edge of her bed. She wore her usual purple sleeping sweater as her feet kicked idly in the air.
“The journal about the mysteries of Gravity Falls,” Dipper explained. “You know, the one I showed you a few hours ago back when I thought the gnomes were actually a zombie.”
Mabel gave a snorting laugh. “Yeah. Great job being the smart twin. Can’t even tell the difference between gnomes and zombies.”
Dipper narrowed his eyes on his sister. “Oh yeah? Well, you followed a strange guy you’d only just met out into the woods where anything could have happened! Honestly, it turning out to be gnomes was pretty lucky on your end.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault! I thought he was a vampire.”
“And that makes it better?”
Mabel folded her arms and turned away in a huff, still upside-down. “I won’t even dignify that with a response.”
“He’s been out in the sun all day wearing only a hoodie,” reminded Dipper.
“He could be using super vampire sunblock. You don’t know,” Mabel whined.
“Mabel, that makes literally no sense.”
“Sure it does. In fact, I know how to settle this. You’ve got a journal full of weird stuff, right? Go ahead and check.”
Dipper gave a soft chuckle as he flipped through the pages. “You know, that was a lot more mature than what I was expecting from you.”
“What is that supposed to mean? I’m super mature! I’m the most maturest mature person to ever… mature! Also, I’m a girl, and everyone knows girls mature faster than boys,” she finished with a dignified huff.
Dipper rolled his eyes. “Riiight. Mabel is sooo mature. She shops for teddy bear undies in the big girl aisle.”
Cheeks flushed, Mabel’s hands shot down (relative to her perspective) to cover her sweater over her unmentionables. “You saw nothing!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dipper said with a dismissive wave. “You and your… wait a minute.” He stopped flipping through pages and brought the book up to his face. “I found it! The section on vampires.”
“Show me!” Mabel tried to stand, but only managed to flip onto her face with a thud. “Ow. Ugh. Just read it to me.”
“Huh. Well, I’ll be. It says here that vampires do sometimes use a super sunblock.”
“Ah-ha!” Mabel shot a fist up in triumph.
“Buuut,” Dipper continued, “it’s made of ingredients considered repugnant by vampires. If a vampire were actually using the stuff, they’d also have to wear nose plugs so they don’t gag.”
Mabel’s arm fell limp. “Ah poo.” Once she grew bored of lying on the floor, Mabel sat up and walked across the room to the side of Dipper’s regular-sized bed and planted her chin on the sheets. She looked down at him with curious and thoughtful eyes.
“Mabel,” Dipper said warily as the big face loomed over him. “What’s that look for?”
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking how lucky I am to have a little,” she snickered, “brother like you.”
“Oh ha-ha.”
“I mean it. You’re so tiny, but you still came after me even when you thought I was about to be eaten by a zombie. You also drove a golf cart like a total pro. How’d you do that again?”
“Specially modified for minizora drivers,” Dipper explained, trying to focus on his reading. Now that he’d started, there were just so many interesting factoids about vampires he’d never considered before. “Besides, you’d have done the same for me.”
“Well, duh! But that’s different. You were in, like, way more danger than me back there. What if one of those creepy gnomes stepped on you?”
“I’ve been stepped on before. Not that big a deal,” Dipper explained dismissively. “Also, I wasn’t the target for what I assume to have been an attempted gang bang by said creepy gnomes.”
Mabel pouted cutely. “You’re making it really hard to give a heartfelt thank you for saving my life, you know. You put your life on the line for me when you didn’t have to, and that means a lot.”
Dipper finally closed the book. “Actually, I did have to.”
“Huh?”
“It’s like when someone’s driving and a rabbit runs out in the middle of the road. Technically they don’t have to slow down and let the fluffy adorable critters live, but if they don’t slow down, then they just end up feeling awful all day. I wasn’t about to spend the rest of the summer feeling awful about myself, so there really wasn’t a choice.”
Eyes shimmering, Mabel shot out a giant hand and snatched up her diminutive brother, and pressed him firmly against her cheek in her closest approximation of a hug. “I love you Dipper. You’re the best brother ever! I don’t ever want to let you go.”
Then there came a tapping from the floor.
“Hey, keep it down up there!” groused the gruff voice of their Grunkle Stan. “I don’t need to hear what a couple of preteens are doing so late at night alone in their room.”
“Ugh, gross!” growled Mabel as she stomped the floor in retaliation.
Dipper began to laugh as Mabel continued to hold him. “You’re not a half bad sister, either.”
“Watch it, bro-bro.” Suddenly serious, Mabel pointed an accusing finger at Dipper. “If you make me mad, then I’ll show you just how immature I can really be.”
“Oh really?” Dipper asked in taunting. “Well, that would certainly be a change of pace.” Even as Mabel fumed, Dipper couldn’t help himself and laughed at her expense. As her brother, he had a moral imperative to tease her at every opportunity, regardless of the consequences.
“Fine! If you like my teddy bear panties so much, then maybe you’d like to get acquainted for the rest of the night,” she warned, giving him a chance to back down.
Dipper’s eyebrow climbed up his forehead. “You realize that’d just prove Grunkle Stan right, don’t you?”
Ire gone, Mabel blinked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Shoot!” She kicked impotently at the floor. “That’s no fair. How can I be a good big sister and keep my little brother in line if I can’t use my go-to for punishment?”
Dipper rolled his eyes. “Are you actually asking, or are you just thinking out loud? Because if the latter, can I get the journal back?” He pointed back down at the bed. “I dropped it when you grabbed me.” When he caught a devious glint in his sister’s eye, Dipper knew he had to act quickly. “Keep in mind that this journal has all kinds of information regarding the dangerous secrets of this town. If it weren’t for that thing, I might not have gone after you in the first place. If anything bad happens to that book, I might not be able to save you next time.”
Mabel deflated and blew a raspberry. “Double poo.” She turned a longing eye on the mini boy in her hand. “Isn’t there anything I can do to punish you?” she pleaded pitifully.
“You’re seriously asking me that?” Were this anyone but Mabel, Dipper would be floored by the audacity of it all.
“Yeah. You’ve got some pretty good ideas sometimes. What’s something I can do to assert myself as the dominant twin that doesn’t cross the line into, you know, weirdness?”
Dipper smirked. “That’s never bothered you before. I think I’ve completed, like, half my homework while stuffed in your clothes somewhere.” He gestured up and down her body. “At this point, it’s not even really a punishment. More like my second room.”
“Pleaaase!”
“Oh fine. Let me think.” Dipper tapped his chin in thought, silently cursing himself for being unable to resist his sister’s cute antics. “Hmm. I guess we could…”
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3 Change perspectives to check on Stan
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