[There should be a GIF or video here. Update the app now to see it.]

~~~~~~~~~Your POV~~~~~~~~~

It was a stormy night outside. Leo and I were staying at the shack for a sleepover. We had placed a mat on the floor, all of us sitting in a circle as we waited for Dipper to get some snacks.

Once inside the room, he sat beside me with a sigh. "Sorry for taking a while, Stan has another late night costumer."

I brought a hand to my lips with a snicker. "Uh-oh, is Stan telling him his Tales Designed to Sell Merchandise?"

"Yikes, poor guy!" Mabel replied, feeding Waddles.

Leo looked at us in confusion. "I'm lost, what are these stories?"

"Whenever there's a late night costumer, Stan always chooses the same objects to try to sell." Dipper explained before taking a popcorn and throwing it into his mouth.

Mabel giggled as Waddles and Aiden ate a few snacks, then looked at Leo. "Yep! He usually always starts with one he calls..."

-Hands Off-
~~~~~~~~~Third Person POV~~~~~~~~~

Stan, (y/n), and the twins decided to stop by the town's swap meet. The main reason was for Stan to find something so he could sell it at a much higher price, and the kids all joined just to leave the shack.

Mabel, as usual, was overly excited about everything. "Swap meep, swap meet, swap meep!!! Look at all these priceless treasures!!!"

She walked over to some bobble-heads, shaking them. "Bobbly-heads!!! They agree with everything I say!!!"

Dipper then walked over to a shelf. "Professor glasses! They make me look like a genius!" He put them on, but he's never needed glasses, so he's basically blind while wearing them, and crashed into the shelf.

(y/n) had brought a bit of her own money, searching around for anything that might be an ingredient for a potion.

After a while, Stan stopped at one of the booths. "Look at these beauties! They're mob-boss quality!" He turned to the kids with a grin. "Alright, kids, prepare to watch the delicate art of the deal."

They exchanged a glance as Stan turned to the booth owner. "Hey, hag face, how much for the junk watches?"

"They are not for sale, not for you, Stan Pines!!! The wind whispers your name!!!"

Stan quickly flinched back. "Alright, I get it, you're creepy. Anyways, less talkie more watchie." He placed money on the table and grabbed one of the watches, only for the woman to grab his wrist as her eyes slowly went to the back of her head.

"Get your hands off my watch...!!!"

"Ah!!!" He snatched his hand away. "Eesh!!! Freak show!!!"

And so, they walked away from the booth, Mabel glancing back at the woman. "Wow, someone needs to work on their social skills."

"And their observation skills." Stan showed his wrist with the golden watch. "Boom!!! Good job, heisting hands!"

"Grunkle Stan, are you seriously shop lifting from someone that creepy?"

"Not gonna lie, that sounded like a curse. She might be a witch." (y/n) added to Dipper's question.

"That sounded like a curse!" Stan mimicked, eating a death glare from (y/n). "Hey, anyone wanna buy a wet blanket? We got a wet blanket for sale!"

"You better shut your mouth before I curse you, Wrinkles." (y/n) spoke with a growl, Dipper placing a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

The next morning, the twins waited at the kitchen table for breakfast.

Stan walked over, holding the frying pan with both hands folded over the others. "Alright, kiddos, breakfast time! Prepare your mouths to-!" The frying pan fell, making Stan's mittens fall off, revealing that he had no hands anymore.

Waddles let out a shriek as the twins screamed in horror, Mabel yelling. "YOUR HANDS!!! GRUNKLE STAN, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HANDS?!?"

"... so I might've gotten cursed a little, but the watch looks nice, right?" He smiled at the watch.

However, the witch's face was seen in it. "Foolish man, thieving hands find find wicked face!! You must return what-!!"

He dragged his mitten over to cover the watch. "That's better."

Dipper let out a sigh. "(y/n) was right, that lady is a witch! You gotta give that watch back and apologize!"

"What?!? That old crone should apologize to me for denying my right to buy cheap junk!!! I don't need hands, I've got self-respect!!!" He tried to get his coffee, which spills all over the table, then slapped a piece of bacon which smacked his face. "Mabel, sweetie, will you make your uncle some hands?"

And so, long story short, those fake hands Mabel made didn't work at all, they even called (y/n) to see if she could somehow make it disappear. But apparently witches didn't have any influence over another witch's curse, so they decided to find where the witch lived.

Mabel was getting her info from the pamphlets. "According to the Swap Meet pamphlet, the Hand Witch lives in a horrible Hand Watch lair, on Hand Witch Mountain!"

"Stop saying Hand Witch, it's offensive to other witches." (y/n) replied.

Once inside the cave, Mabel looked around with a whisper. "Grunkle Stan, did you just tap my shoulder?"

"Kid, I can't tap anything."

Dipper then tensed up. "Guys, can you stop tapping both my shoulders?"

"Uh, something tells me none of us are doing that.." (y/n) formed a small white orb for light, which revealed many disembodied hands scattered all over the ceiling.

The group screamed at the sight, and the hands began to attack. It was a complicated and disgusting fight,and they all turned their heads to the sound of laughter.

"Look at this touching scene! Up-top!" The witch from before high fived a random hand. "You guys, you guys get me!"

Stan groaned in defeat. "Alright, you horrible wench, you got me, stealing is wrong, etc." He shook the watch off. "Take it. Now can I have my hands back? I have a certain gesture I'd like to share with you."

The hands all formed a throne, the witch sitting down: "Alas, you're hands cannot be gotten so easily. The spirits say-... um... that the curse can only be broken by a kiss!"

"What?!?"

Stan let out a sigh. "It's alright, kids, just look away." He stepped forward and placed a kiss on the witch's hand, then backed away.

She, however, gave an angry glare. "A kiss on the lips!!!"

"Psh, what?!? Forget it, I'm not kissing any of that mess!!! I don't need my hands that bad!!!"

"Yeah, you're just making stuff up now, no witch curse is broken by a kiss." (y/n) crossed her arms.

"Let's go, kids!"

"No, wait, don't go!!!" The witch yelled as they all began to leave. "You're right, you're right, I was just making all the stuff up! J-just trying to get something going so I can meet people these days.." She snapped her fingers, and all the hands that kept the group in place crawled away, two of them braiding Mabel's hair.

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "So this was all just a ploy to get a date?"

"I'm desperate, okay?!? But every time I bring someone back here without keeping their hands hostage they just run away!!!"

"I wonder why." (y/n) said in a monotoned voice.

Stan then added more. "Yeah, I mean, look at this horror show! It's creepy even for a cave!"

"You just need to redecorate!" Mabel took a bunch of hands and placed them all together in shape. "A handelabra!!!"

"Ooh, the Hand Witch likes!!!"

"Then watch me work!!! Home MAKEOVER!!!"

After what felt like hours, they finally finished redecorating. For once, the cave actually looked like a decent home.

Mabel smiled at her proud work. "Okay, time to take a look at your fantastic new cave!"

The hands that covered the witch's eyes moved, and she let out a gasp as Mabel continued to speak. "Men will definitely tolerate you know, and I left a book of pick-up lines on the end table!"

"Wow, oh my goodness, I can't believe this is the same cave, oh my goodness!!! I-I just can't find the words!!!"

"How about 'Here's your hands back'?" Stan asked, clearly annoyed.

"Oh, right!" She snapped her fingers, making two hands appear from her hair and stick unto Stan's face.

They began to search around, and Stan nodded over to his arms, both hands landing in place as he smiled. "Shaky, Scratchy, I've missed you, old rascals! You're alright, sister!" He gave the witch a thumbs up, which she returned.

"... Will you be my boyfriend now?"

"Nope, never!"

-End of Story-
~~~~~~~~~Your POV~~~~~~~~~

"All that talk about disembodied hands is seriously freaking me out." Leo shook a bit, wrapping his wings around himself.

I walked over to the opened window, closing it to keep out the cold. Once I sat back down, Dipper wrapped an arm around me, and with a smile I rested my head on his shoulder.

Mabel crawled over to Leo, snuggling against his wing. "Ooh, these are like two big pillows!"

I could see the blush in Leo's face as he wrapped a wing around Mabel, who snuggled against it with a giggle before looking around. "Hey, where'd Waddles go?"

We all shrugged, and then Leo turned to us. "Do you guys have any stories about Waddles?"

"Oh, yeah, it happened pretty recently actually! We'll call this one..."

-Abaconings-
~~~~~~~~~Third Person POV~~~~~~~~~

Stretching her arms above her head, (y/n) walked up to the twins' bedroom/attic in for either one of them. Now that her shift was over, she wanted to spend some time with friends. She found Dipper sitting on the edge of his bed holding a strange device.

"Hey Pinetree, whatcha got there?"

"It's the What-the-heck-a-hedron!"

"I totally understand whatever you just said."

"It's a puzzle to test your intelligence!"

"Uh-huh, you have fun with that." She walked over to the small desk, sitting on the chair of it as she took out a book.

That's when Mabel burst in through the door holding a portable piano, sitting on her bed with Waddles. "Yo yo yo, this is May-May and the Hogg coming at you on the a.m.!!!"

Waddles let out a shriek, and Mabel laughed. "Whoa, not sure we can say that on the air!!! Don't touch that dial, truckers!!! Cuz the Hogg just ate it!!!"

Dipper let out a groan. "Mabel, could you knock it off? I'm trying to solve this intelligence puzzle but it seems impossible!"

"Maybe you're just not smart enough." She replied, and that seemed to get to him.

He then glared at the puzzle. "We'll see about that.."

The very next morning, Dipper woke up with a smile. "Aha!!! I feel smarter already!!! The digits of pi are 3.1- uh..."

"415926 etc." Another voice finished for him, Dipper turning to face then as his eyes widened.

Mabel woke up with a gasp. "Guys, look!!!"

Waddles was riding some strange machine, then typed into a computer which spoke for him. "Greetings, friends, it is I, Waddles the pig."

"Waddles, what happened to you?!? Have you been possessed by the spirit of the nerd?!?" Mabel ran over to him.

"I understand my transformation may be vexing but I have prepared a presentation-" He accidentally knocked the computer over along with a coffee mug. "Forgive me, my pig arms are cute and useless."

Dipper jumped off the bed. "The brain goop!!! You ate it and built all this, didn't you?!?"

Mabel showed a kid's board game. "This isn't right!!! The pig goes oink, the pig goes oink!!!"

"Now the pig goes wherever he can shine the light of knowledge into the darkness of ignorance."

"Whoa!!" Dipper picked up the puzzle from yesterday. "The What-The-Heck-A-Hedron!!! How did you do that?!?"

"I can teach you, Dipper, I can teach you many things! From the secrets of astrophysics to the-" He noticed Gompers eating the cushion Waddles used as a chair. "Hey, hey!!!"

Dipper had a bright smile. "Man, I am loving this new Waddles!"

"Yeah, he's uh... ha, he's uh... definitely uh... different..." Mabel added as she fiddled with her hair, clearly not happy with the situation.

Waddles shoot a few nyarf bullets at the goat, which soon ran away as Dipper walked over. "Dude, that rocket cart is amazing!!! You and me should go invent stuff!!!"

"Uh, Waddles, don't you want to stay up here and record some morning pranks with me?" Mabel chuckled a bit awkwardly.

Dipper turned to her. "Mabel, this pig's got a gift! He needs to share it with the world!"

"Mabel, there is more to life than making fart noises and laughing at those fart noises. I see that now." And he left with Dipper, leaving Mabel alone in the room.

"Uh, yeah, you guys, just go on without me..."

The rest of the day, Waddles and Dipper kept inventing new things. Mabel even brought (y/n) over to see if she could fix Waddles with magic, but she said that turning back a creature's time was for very experienced witches only.

That's when they felt everything shake. Mabel and (y/n) exchanged confused looks before going to the outside cabin. Dipper and Waddles were there in front of a ginormous machine.

(y/n) looked around. "What the heck is going here?"

Waddles looked at them. "Girls, you are just in time to behold our greatest achievement: the Smarticle Accelerator!"

"Solving that puzzle was just the tip of the iceberg! With this Waddles will be able to solve all the greatest puzzles of the universe!!!" Dipper added.

A helmet with tubes was placed on Waddles' head. "The origin of life, the meaning of existence, why dudes have nipples."

(y/n) tilted her head. "That already has an answer, but k."

Dipper turned on the machine. "Soon your pig is gonna be world famous!!! Meeting with scientists, presidents, I wonder if I can each him to wear pants!"

Mabel's eyes widened. "The whole world?!? But when will you have time for us?!? I'm your best friend!!!"

"I'm still your friend, Mabel, but I'm helping people now!"

"But what about helping me?!? Do you really want to spend your whole life in meetings with dumb smart guys?!? This brain chunk is making you forget who you are!!! Don't you remember us...?" She showed Waddles a picture of her and her pig together.

He thought for a while. "... It all makes sense now! What good is helping the world if I can't help my favorite person in the world? It's a good thing I built in a dumb-dumb switch!" He flipped a switch, which causes tubes to attach to his head.

"Waddles, Waddles, don't!!"

"I'm sorry, Dipper. In my last eight seconds of consciousness I want you to know: science is a horizon to search for not a prize to hold in your hand, also I miss getting my tummy tickled." He then started to oink confused, and jumped into Mabel's arms as she hugs him.

The machine fell apart, Dipper now disappointed. "No!!! Our invention!!!"

(y/n) thought for a bit, then smiled at Mabel. "I think I know what will make you feel better. Mabel?"

"A simple hug from a simple pig." She gave Waddles to Dipper.

"Yeah, I guess so..." He looked at Waddles and smiled, then laughed as Waddles licked his cheek.

He then threw up the puzzle from before, which Dipper grabbed. "Good pig! ... ew."

-End of Story-
~~~~~~~~~Your POV~~~~~~~~~

"Waddles being super smart kinda freaked me the hell out, to be honest." I replied to the story, lying down on my pillow as Aiden rested on my stomach.

"I liked it.." Dipper pouted, to which Leo snickered.

"It's you, of course you did. But personally, that sounds terrifying."

Mabel gave Waddles a tight hug. "My little baby!"

I thought for a bit. "There's usually one more story that Stan will tell before the costumer leaves.

Pinetree turned to me. "You mean..."

-Clay Day-
~~~~~~~~~Third Person POV~~~~~~~~~

Stan, Soos, (y/n), and the twins were all sitting in the shack's living room, bored beyond belief. Only Mabel was focused on the tv, watching some movie.

"You did it, Shimmery Twinkleheart!" The girl in the movie smiled.

"No, you did it, Cinnamon."

"Because you believed in yourself!" Mabel repeated with the characters, everyone else booing at the tv.

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Everything about this is bad!"

(y/n) pulled her arm away from her eyes. "Well, that just put us all ninety minutes closer to death. Hurray."

"It's time you kids learn to watch the classics from my day!" Stan said with a smile, Mabel turning to him.

"Ooh, old people movies! Get ready for references we don't understand!"

"And words we can't repeat." (y/n) sat back up.

Stan put the movie on, and they all began watching. It was a stop-motioning movie, a monster movie, and as time went on, Mabel's expression went from excitement to pure fear, and the ran out of the room screaming in terror.

Dipper grew worried. "Oh no, Mabel!!"

Stan looked over, clearly confused. "Well, your sister's broken."

"Ugh, grunkle Stan I should've told you before! Mabel has a childhood terror of old-timey stop-motion animation! It's like her number one fear since we were kids!"

Stan let out a chuckle. "Hehe, c'mon, those hokey old things? How scared could she be?"

They ended up finding Mabel hiding in the closet, inside a basket under many pieces of clothing, trembling in fear as the others stared in confusion. Stan was the first to speak. "Kid, it's just a movie! It can't hurt you!"

"No talking!!! They wait for you to talk and crawl inside your mouth!!!"

Dipper let out a sigh. "Why did you have to show her that tape..?"

"There's gotta be a way to get her over this!" (y/n) stared at her friend in worry.

That's when Stan got an idea, looking at the movie case. "Huh.."

They took Mabel with the basket she was hiding to a certain home, a mansion to be more precise, and Stan began to explain. "Alright, if we can just get the director to show her the models are fake maybe she'll finally calm down."

Soos gave a shrug. "I don't know, dude. According to the internet, special effects genius, Harry Claymore is some kind of recluse."

"Man wants his privacy, I can respect that." He then threw a grappling hook tied to a rope over the gate. "Well, everyone over the fence!"

And so they climbed over the fence, and Stan's explanation continued. "You see, Mabel, those monsters are just tiny clay figures moved around one frame at a time by an antisocial shut-in."

"Those people are called animators!" Soos added with a smile.

(y/n) rolled her eyes at Stan. "And then you wonder why people hate you."

Dipper opened the door, looking around. "Hello? Mr. Claymore?"

"We want to get a look at your figurings!" Stan added.

Soos kept taking pictures of everything around. "We're not paparazzi!"

"Aha!" Dipper explained as he found a clay ape. "See, Mabel? It's all just special effects! You can come out!"

"No!!!"

"Kid, listen to me, for the last time there is nothing here to be afraid off!" Stan tried to calm her down.

However, when they turned around, there was a cyclops behind them, staring at them in anger. He roars, they scream, and Soos ended up dropping Mabel from the shock. They started to back away, the creature trying to catch them, but it was far too slow. Just when they attempted to run, the creature was able to capture them, skeletons capturing the rest.

They were placed in blobs of clay, Dipper looking around in a panic as he struggled. "How is this happening?!? What do they want?!?"

"I'm afraid they want you." They all looked over at the new voice, seeing an old man who's tied up.

Stan's eyes widened. "Harry Claymore, master of special effects!!! Circa-1970- something!"

"Alas, my effects are more special than you know."

"What?!? But how are these things real?!? What about stop-motion?!?" The man glared in annoyance at Dipper's questions.

"What, you really believe someone moves these figures one frame at a time? I'm not a masochistic! I used black magic to make them animate themselves! It was great at first, but one day they discovered that computer animations were the new thing. Now that they were out of work they went mad and enslaved me!! And now they will turn you into unholy beasts of clay to join in their mischief!!"

Soos turned to Stan. "Well, Mr. Pines, at least you finally get to work with your favorite director! And by work, I mean suffocate inside a big wad of clay!"

One of the skwlwtons covered Soos's mouth with more clay, the others screaming in terror, afraid of what would happen.

That's when Mabel jumped down, her expression lacking any of the fear it had before. "Hey, one-eye-clops!!! Yeah, I'm talking to you, dumb dumb!!! Come at me!!!" She charged at the cyclops which charged at her, then jumped inside of it and climbed up to its shoulder, crawling back out. "Wipe that face off your face!!!" She spread the clay all over its face, smirking in confidence. "Oh, I got big plans for you!!!"

When she pulled herself back up, she revealed what she had made, and had turned the cyclops into Shimmery Twinkleheart, the creature from her movie. "Hey, skeleton dorks!!! IT'S CLAYBACK TIME!!!"

Shimmery Twinkleheart began to crush all the skeletons around as it laughed. (y/n) looked up with a smile. "M, you conquered your fear!"

"That's right, because she believed in herself-!"

"Jam it, Twinkleheart!!! Just start pounding those skeletons!!!" Mabel yelled with a glare, her sparkly soldier doing as told.

She then began setting them free, all with bright smile. Dipper raised an eyebrow. "So you're not scared anymore?"

"Oh, I'm scared twice as much now. But now I now it's rational!" She smiled at her own reply.

Stan rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Kid, I'm sorry I doubted you; you were right, stop-motion is pure evil!"

"And probably really expensive."

"Incredibly expensive." Harry added to Soos's response.

-End of Story-
~~~~~~~~~Your POV~~~~~~~~~

"Well, I'm no watching any movie ever again, thanks for the trauma." Leo replied, Mabel letting out a laugh.

I gave a shrug. "It was definitely an interesting experience."

"Everything is 'interesting' in this place." Dipper added, making me chuckle a bit.

Mabel then sat up, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, you think the man left yet?"

"Probably, they always leave after that story." I replied.

We exchanged some glances, and then ran downstairs. The man was unconscious on the floor, and Stan was cleaning an old magic telling machine.

Looks like we have a new attraction.

Thanks for reading!!! Anyways, 'Till next time!!!

❤️❤️❤️