*presents image for bowtie* They do not look like that..... yet. This will also be the only 'rerun from the show' chapter.

"Mabel! Don't leave me alone!" Dipper wailed, grabbing his sister's pink sweater sleeve.

"Geez, calm down Dipilina, just grabbing my bags. Don't be such a worry wart with all your dumb conspiracies." Mabel said coldly, whipping her hair, along with white ribbon in her brother's face.

"Mabel, I know we just got here." Dipper said, reaching his blue skinned hand to knock on the door. "But there is something seriously not right with this town!" He complained.

Mabel rolled her eyes. "You used to say that about syrup."

Dipper frowned and shivered. "Yeah, it's unnatural... like food."

Mabel burst into laughter. "Out of everything you could've said, you picked food?" Dipper flushed. He didn't like taste in general, and he's never been fond of feeling mushed substances travel down his throat... Or expelling it from his body. He shivered. He tried knocking again.

"Yeah, yeah... I'm coming." A scruffy voice spoke. The owner of said voice opened the door.

"MONSTER!" Mabel yelled, picking up a rock and throwing it at him straight in the gut. Dipper flinched slightly and fumbled on grabbing a rock of his own. The door-opener cringed and held his stomach with one arm while his other lifted in surrender.

"Hold yer fire." He gasped. He looked up. "Kids!" The elder said, slapping his knee and laughing. "And I thought you were some teenagers, haven't seen you in years!"

"Family member we hardly remember meeting!" Mabel cheered, hugging the 'monster.'

"Two Christmases ago, right?" Dipper asked, tipping up his brown hat slightly and straightening his light blue vest cockily. "Uncle Stan?"

Stan scanned the runt. He was pretty... lanky? Small? "That's Grunkle Stan to you, slick." The kid seemed to become nervous, holding one arm in the other. Not at all he was expecting at his age... Maybe he's a late bloomer? Or do kids not bloom this early nowadays? Well, technically not kids, Stan smiled. "Make yourselves at home- but hey, don't get too comfortable.

Stan pressed away from his great niece and beelined towards a table in the living room. It was covered in papers. He straightened his glasses and looked at his papers. "Your room's upstairs." He grumbled. Mabel started hauling her things upstairs, Dipper trailing.

Stan glared up the stairs. Were they going to sleep in the same room? He was going to move the second bed into his unused study. Oh well. Wait... did they even need sleep?

Mabel plopped her things next to the far bed. "My bed!" A goat started munching on her sweater. She laughed. "Yes you can keep chewing on my sweater."

Dipper put his things to the opposite bed. He sighed "For a second there he had me thinking we'd be in separate rooms." He gave a slightly nervous laugh, relieved.

Mabel replaced her bow with a yellow headband. "I have a good feeling about this summer." She smiled, posing in front of the giant mirror that already sat in the room.

Dipper smiled. Maybe their first summer away from home won't be so bad. Maybe the siblings will even become friends.

He was wrong. "AND I WON'T LET YOU RUIN THIS WITH YOUR CRAZY CONSPIRACIES!" Mabel yelled, slamming the door on her brother as she pushed him out. It was only earlier that day he'd found an odd book. A journal. A journal about monsters that lived in the forest of Gravity Falls. It really freaked him out.

Dipper knocked on the door. "Mabel! Let me back in! You know I have separation issues." The light orange girl ignored him. He was always holding onto her. Well, he won't be able to do that today. This girl's got a date! Dipper thinks Norman is some kind of zombie or monster deely. Tch. As if. Although his skin is paler than anyone she's ever seen. Maybe he's a vampire...

Dipper paced in front of the door. "Okay... all I have to do is spy on her for a while, right?" He muttered. "Right."

He went down the stairs and went straight to digging in closets and drawers for some sort of camera where he could document his findings. He noticed his Great Uncle was following him around, watching him closely pen and paper on hand. "Grunkle Stan, what are you doing?"

His Grunkle coughed. "Heh, nothing important, kiddo. Need help finding something?"

"Camera or Video recorder." Dipper said. "I need it for uh... research."

"That's it? It's on the cards table. I have a blank sd card there too. If you're spying on your sister, use the red one." Stan replied. "Don't break it, or you'll be working it off tomorrow."

Dipper nodded, walking to the camera and inserting the red card into the it, taking out a blue one and setting it next to the black one that was on the table. "Thanks Stan." He said before going upstairs. He looked around the attic for his sister, but she was nowhere to be found. "Mabel?" He called, and got no reply. He sighed and looked out the window. "MABEL!" He practically screamed as 'Norman' put his hands on her shoulders. He lifted them up, revealing an orange flower necklace. It went well with her outfit, actually. He sighed in relief.

He seen the shack's handyman fixing a lightbulb. "Soos, do you think I'm crazy for thinking Mabel's boyfriend is a zombie?"

"How many brains didya see the guy eat?" Soos asked.

"Zero..." Dipper sighed.

Soos laughed a bit. "Dood, I have a mailman that walks by my bus stop everyday, I'm pretty sure he's a werewolf. No one would believe me without proof."

"Yeah, I already know that..." Dipper sighed again.

Soos chuckled again. "I mean, I always thought Mr.Pines was crazy before you two showed up. He's always talking abou-"

"Soos! I need you to unclog the toilet!" Stan yelled.

"Aww man, I am needed elsewhere." Soos said before backing away.

Dipper ran downstairs and out the door. He found his sister automatically. He was sure it was a twin thing. First, she and Norman bowling alley. Then, the diner. After that, they went outside to play games. They even went to the graveyard for some reason. Once he decided he'd seen enough, he went back home.

"I just don't get it. I could've sworn this guy is a zombie." He looked to the door. Man, he already missed Mabel. He looked back to the replays of the video camera. There were already a few that Stan took of Mabel eating and knitting, but he skipped those ones. "I guess I can be a bit paranoid at times..."

Norman's hand fell off at one of the replays, he reattached it.

"I mean, It's not like I have any- WAIT, WHAT?!" Dipper replayed it, his hand did fall off. "I'm not crazy!" He cheered. Wait... "Mabel!" He gasped.

"Mabel!" He yelled, fumbling out the door. He ran. Where? To tell you the truth, he had no idea. He stopped before he could reach the forest border. He knew Mabel was far, he wouldn't make it on time if he walked. "Wendy!" He called.

The red-headed teenager leaned against the golf cart. "Hey Dip. Too much sunscreen?" She joked.

"Wendy! I need the golf cart to save my sister from a zombie!!!" He yelled.

Wendy dropped the keys in his hand. "Try not to hit any pedestrians." She said, almost joyfully.

Dipper smiled. He hopped into the golf cart, driving until he was stopped. By Soos. "Dude!" He called. He handed Dipper a shovel. "For the zombie." He proceeded to hand Dipper a bat. "In case you see a Piñata."

"Uhh, thanks?" Dipper responded. With that, he stepped on it. Somehow, he knew exactly where to go. He could feel where she was. He parked by a mossy cave. Inside, the mini ponds glimmered, it was well lit. Beautiful, if it weren't for the little white men. Gnomes.

"Mabel!" He gasped. "I told you this place was weird!" He shouted.

The little monsters had her tied to the ground, there were a lot of them. Dipper hurriedly looked through the journal he had found earlier. Gnomes, the little men of the Gravity Falls forest. He skipped to the weaknesses. None. Shoot.

A gem-nosed gnome spoke up. "Calm down, she's jut becoming our queen by marrying us all at once for all eternity."

"Get off me you butt faces!" Mabel yelled.

Dipper frowned. "Hey, get off of her!" He commanded with a new found courage. They had his sister. No one separated them if they didn't want to. No one.

"You dare mess with us? You may not think so, but is gnomes are a powerful race! You cannot- AH!" Dipper scooped up the gnome with the shovel and tossed him away.

"Mabel, c'mon!" He half-yelled, cutting away the ropes with his shovel and dragging her to her feet. He held her hand as they ran to the golf cart.

He jumped in and started it, the golf cart drove at it's fastest speeds. "You think they'll catch up?" Mabel asked worriedly.

Dipper snickered. "Probably not, you see their little legs."

"Dipper..." She said, in a warning tone. "LOOK!"

Dipper took a brief look in the side mirror. The gnomes turned themselves into a giant mixture of gems and body parts. The gems stuck out of every which way and it had billions of eyes. Dipper screamed as he slammed the pedal harder. The giant gnome monster moved his arm in a throwing motion, releasing a bunch of smaller gem gnomes. "AAAAAHHHH!" Dipper screamed, one was scratching on his face, and really, they were everywhere! "Getitoff getitoff getitoff!" He yelled.

Mabel was able to punch the little man off his face, but Dipper's hat fell off.

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The twins sighed. Defeating a giant gnome monster was exhausting. They both walked inside, practically dragging their feet. Their Grunkle watched them walk in front of them as he counted the money in the mystery shack's register. "Uh... hey!" He called. The twins turned to him. "Hey, I might have overstocked on some merchandise... so, take one thing."

Dipper squinted. "What's the catch?"

"Do it before I change my mind." Stan said harshly.

Dipper looked around, his eyes immediately locked with a blue hat that had a pine tree on the cap. He grabbed it and tried it on. He tipped the bill upwards a little bit. "There we-" He gasped as tears easily dripped down his eyes.

Mabel walked up to her brother, but he backed away, hands clamped over his mouth. "What's wrong, Dip?" Dipper took his hands off his mouth and breathed quickly. He pointed his eyes up, as if trying to look at the gem. Mabel gasped. "Stan...." She called. "Something not good happened. I think it's bad... different and bad."

She brushed Dipper's bangs away. His gem was cracked.