~~~~~~~~~Dipper's POV~~~~~~~~~

It around three in the afternoon when Grunkle Stan ordered all of us to help him decorate the parlor for a party he had planned. We didn't really know why, but we just didn't question it.

Soon, however, I found a can of silly string, a grin growing on my face and I picked it up and sat beside my sister, gripping my stomach with a disgusted look.

"Oh no, Mabel, I don't feel so good... I... BLAHHHH!!!" I shot the silly string all over Mabel, who groaned purposely in reply.

"Grunkle Stan, what did you feed us?!? BLAHHH!!!" She shot back some silly string, making me laugh as we continued to shoot it on each other.

However, we both stopped when Wendy ran over to us with a panicked expression. "Guys guys, stop, something terrible has happened!!!"

We remained silent, not really knowing what to do when (y/n) popped up behind us, both her and Wendy spraying us with silly string, all of us laughing.

We continued to shoot each other with silly string and golden confetti, when Stan soon took all of our decorations in annoyance.

"Mr. Pines, who's birthday is it again?" Soos asked, which we were all curious to know the answer.

"Nobody's. Thought this party might be a good way to get the kids to spend money at the shack."

"Nice!"

Stan looked up from his check board. "The young people of this town want fun, I'll smother them with fun!"

I opened a bottle of Pit Cola, wanting you serve some to myself. "Maybe comments like that are why kids, you know.."

"Why they don't come to the Mystery Shack." (y/n) walked over to stand beside me, finishing my sentence.

"Hey hey!!!" He took the Pit Cola from me after I served some. "Why don't you make yourself useful and copy these flyers?"

I took the flyers he offered me, Mabel soon going to my side. "Oh boy, a trip to the copier store!"

"Calendars, mugs, t-shirts, and more!!! They got it all at the copier store!!!" Soon said, (y/n) laughing at his excitement before speaking.

"Call them, that should be their slogan!"

But Stan waved his hand in dismiss. "Save the trouble, you know the old copier in my office? I finally fixed the old girl up, good as new!"

We were a bit unsure about it, but headed to Stan's office anyways. I took the dusty blanket off the copier, which looked absolutely awful, and even had moths around it, which Mabel let out a gasp of joy at the sight.

"Butterflies!"

"Sure, let's go with that." (y/n) said as she crossed her arms.

I pulled the lid, looking at it in confusion. "Does it even work?"

(y/n) walked over to me with a shrug. "Only one way to find out, right?"

I pressed the on button, looking at the flyers as I rested my arm on the copier. I then noticed a green light pass through my arm, making me quickly pull it away, all of us looking at the copier. After a small explosion of smoke and dust, a paper came out with a picture of my arm.

Dang it, it looks even skinnier in third person.

"Success!" Mabel cheered as the the took the paper. However, she soon dropped as she felt it vibrate, letting it fall in the ground.

To our surprise, the arm had removed itself from the paper, crawling over to us!

"S-stay back!!!" As a form of defense, I threw my Pit Cola at it, which made it melt in a few seconds, all of us staring in disbelief.

"Oh my gosh, girls, I think this copier can copy human beings!!!"

"Do you know what this means?" I looked at my sister, staying quiet as I waited for her to answer. But she instead covered me in silly string as (y/n) laughed at my suffering.

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Around half an hour later, Stan called us back to the parlor.

"Alright party people, and Dipper, let's talk business. Soos, because you work for free, and you begged, I'm letting you be DJ."

Soos smiled. "You won't regret it Mr. Pines! I got this book that'll teach me how to DJ r-r-right!!!"

Stan only stared unamused. "Not encouraging. Wendy, you and Mabel will work at the ticket stand."

"What?!? But Grunkle Stan, this party is my chance to make new friends!" Mabel pleaded, giving him puppy eyes.

This could be my chance!

"Uh, I-I could work with Wendy..." I quickly said as I looked away, trying not to freeze up.

Stan glared at me. "You realize if you do, you gotta commit staying at the ticket stand with Wendy. No getting out of it, just the two of you, alone, all night!"

I looked over at Wendy. She was Mabel and (y/n) as she sprayed a silly string face on Soos's stomach, all of them laughing. I smiled to myself, looking back at Stan. "I promise."

"Alright then. (f/c)!"

She walked over with an annoyed look. "Enough with the nickname!"

"You're in charge of the food."

"Alright."

Once Stan left, I looked at (y/n) in confusion. "You can cook?"

She chuckled at my surprised face. "Yeah, my mom started teaching me when I was little. It's not hard as long as you have the recipe, whether in paper or in your brain."

"That's pretty cool!" I said, she was only the person who I last expected to know how to cook. Then again, Mabel exists.

"Anyways, party starts in a bit so I better get home and start. See you later, PT!" She gave me a small salute as I waved, soon walking out.

I didn't understand the goofy smile that grew on my face as I watched her leave. I really liked spending time with her, that wasn't knew information.

But this was.. something else..

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It had been a few hours, and right now I was in my room fixing the bow tie that I had on me, a smile on my face. Tonight was the night, I was gonna spend time with Wendy, just us!

"Ahh!!!" I yelled as I noticed Mabel now beside me, quickly regaining my posture. " ... What?"

"Uh, uh, I could work in the counter with you Wendy! Let's kiss!!!" Mabel started kissing the air after speaking in a mimicking voice.

I looked back at the mirror. "Yeah yeah, laugh all you want, I've devised a plan to make sure my night with Wendy goes perfect."

Mabel's expression quickly fell. "Oh, you're not making one of those over complicated listy things, are you?"

"Over complicated? Let me just ah..." I took out my list of things to do. It wasn't that long! ... Ok maybe a bit.. "Step one, getting to know each other with playful banter. Banter is like talking but smarter."

"That sounds like a dumb idea for poop heads."

"Yeah, see? This isn't banter, this is what I want to avoid with Wendy. The final step is to ask her to dance. If I follow steps one through eleven nothing can get in my way!"

Mabel stood up. "Dipper, you're the one getting in your own way! Can't you just walk up and talk to her like a normal person?"

"Step nine, sister!" I smiled as I pointed at one of the steps, Mabel rolling her eyes.

The door then opened, and my eyes widening a bit at the sight.

This is your outfit! You can change it however you want, I don't mind. 👍

(y/n) had walked in, and I could feel my cheeks growing pink. Not only did she look incredible in those clothes, but this was the first time I was seeing her with her hair loose.

She looked amazing...!

"Dipper!!"

"Earth to Pinetree, do you read me?!"

I quickly shook my head, turning red in embarrassment as Mabel and (y/n) tried to get my attention. I gave an awkwardly smile, giving them two thumbs up as I nodded. "L-loud and clear."

Mabel then turned to (y/n) with a bright smile. "Wow, (y/n), you look beautiful!!!"

She smiled a bit shyly, looking down at herself. "Really, it's not too much?"

She then thought for a moment, inspecting (y/n) from top to bottom. "Well, I think it would look better with a simple bracelet rather than the gloves! Here, let me-"

"NO!" (y/n) yelled as she pulled her arms away from Mabel who was going to take off her gloves. Both my sister and I jumped back in surprise, neither of us expected such reaction.

She seemed to realize what she did a few seconds later, and let out an embarrassed chuckle. "I-I um.. I'm sorry, I just don't feel comfortable without these.."

Mabel and I shared a worried glance, Mabel soon speaking. "Um, that's fine!"

"I just came to say everything downstairs is set, so uh.. y-yeah, see you downstairs." With that, she left, slightly gripping her arms.

I stood there in worry, was she hiding something under there? A wound? Scars? Some birthmark? Or maybe it was some witch thing.

I don't know, maybe I'll find out soon, but for now I have to focus on Wendy.

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

That was far too close...

I can't take these off, they can't know. They'd hate me forever. And I can't even blame them, I hate myself because of this...

I took a deep breath, heading down to the parlor where there were already lots of people. A part of me wished I had brought Aiden along, but I already knew he didn't like blinking lights and loud sounds.

I could Mabel now dressed in her party clothes with two other girls. One was about my height, with long straight black hair, and forks taped to her fingers?

The other had brownish red hair, and was a lot bigger than me, with a reptile on her shoulder.

At least Mabel would get to have a good time.

"Well if it isn't Little (f/c)!" I turned to see a familiar bleached blonde girl with way too much makeup for her age.

I groaned at the sight. "Great, who let the Barbie in?"

Pacifica Elise Northwest. She was known to be the daughter of the richest man in Gravity Falls, and of course as the stereotype goes, she's a spoiled brat who thinks she deserves everything in the world with a cherry on top.

Make that a diamond carved cherry.

She inspected her nails unamused. "Oh I just came to see how lame this party is, that way I can steal all your guests."

"Wow, how lonely do you have to be to steal other's guests?"

She glared at me, and I couldn't help the small smirk that grew on my face. "Don't think I haven't forgotten what happened. I meant what I said, and I will get you back for it."

Right, that. It was just a bit so accidental accident. Sort of.

"Remember, dudes!" I looked over, seeing Soos at the DJ booth. "Whoever... um... party hardees... gets the party crown!!! Most applause at the end of the night wins!!!" He raised the crown so everyone could see.

Pacifica walked over to the booth, gesturing Soos to hand her the crown as she took off her sunglasses. "Party crown? I'll take that, thank you very much."

So she's never heard of a competition?

"Who's that?" I heard Mabel ask her friends.

The one with black hair adjusted her glasses. "The most popular girl in town, Pacifica Northwest."

"I always feel bad about myself around her!" Said the other one. And yikes, way to have some self-esteem, dude.

Soos scratched his head. "I can't just give you the crown, it's sort of a competition thing."

Pacifica let out a laugh. "Honestly, who's gonna compete about me? Fork girl? Lizard lady?" She said as she pointed at Mabel's new friends, who hugged each other in shame.

God she boiled my blood, she never knows her limits!

She then looked at me with a smirk, my my cold expression to her never changed. Can't let her get to me, never in my life.

"Hey, I'll complete!" I saw Mabel walk over, now standing beside Pacifica as her friends gasped happily. "I'm Mabel!"

Pacifica scoffed. "That sounds like a fat old lady's name."

"I'll take that as a compliment!"

She only smirked at Mabel, but I know my M could take care of herself, she's way tougher than she looks.

"May the better partier win." Pacifica snapped her fingers, her and her girls leaving the scene.

Mabel waved cheerfully at her. "Nice meeting you!!!" She stopped, the smile not leaving her face. "She's going down."

I leaned against the wall, excited to see how this would play out.

~~~~~~~~~Dipper's POV~~~~~~~~~

About an hour had past, and the place was already packed. Wendy and I were outside on the ticket booth, and I finally gathered up the courage to talk to her.

I looked down, reading the list I had made as I whispered to myself. "Step one: casual banter." I looked up at her with a bit of an awkward smile. "So here's a casual question! What's your favorite type of snack food?"

She chuckled a bit. "Oh man, I can't pick just one!"

"No way, mine too!"

"Wait, what?"

ABORT MISSION, ABORT!

"Uh- uh- I mean-" I quickly stuffed my mouth with popcorn, feeling the drops of sweat going down my forehead. How could I mess up something so simple?!?

After a while, Wendy and I were still out at the ticket stand. Unfortunately, my attempt in communication wouldn't work, but I wouldn't give up just yet.

Wendy looked into the shack. "Whoa, sounds like the party's getting nuts in there! I gotta get in there! Cover for me?"

I fiddled with my fingers, laughing awkwardly. "Uh- well-"

"Thanks, man!" Without waiting for my answer, she playfully flicked my hat, running inside the shack.

I looked down at my plan, folding it before flipping the open sign to closed. "I'll be back shorty! I'm sure Stan won't mind if I'm gone for a few minutes."

As if on cue, I was stopped my an angry Stan. "Hey, what are you doing, kid?!? These suckers aren't gonna rip themselves off!!!"

"Yeah!!!"

"You promised, remember?"

"I did?" I asked, Stan taking out a recorder, pressing play. L

"I promise"

He kept his eyes on me with suspicion as he walked away. I let out a sigh as I sat back down, flipping the side to open.

I could see Wendy having a good time in there, so I looked down at the table in frustration. "If only I could be in two places at once..."

And then it hit me: I can be in two places at once! The copier machine!

I managed to sneak into the office and lied down on the copier machine. I was a bit hesitant at first, but I pressed the button Anyways. Once the green light had past through me, I got off and saw the paper slide out as another me climbed up.

"Woah...!!! ... I have a really big head." I stared in surprised. He was a bit gray, and his hat didn't have the pine tree, which was pretty odd. I just ignored it for the moment.

"... so uh- heh, sorry, you first. Stop copying me!" We laughed at how in synch we were.

However, he accidentally hit his elbow on the edge of the counter. "O-ow-ow, funny bone." So at least I knew he acted on his own instead of repeating me.

I grabbed a marker, writing a two on his hat. "I will call you Number 2!"

"Definitely not." He fixed his hat a bit, thinking. "... You know a name I've always wanted?"

"Tyrone~?" We smirked at each other, speaking in synch again.

"Ok, Tyrone, let's get down to business! I'm thinking you cover me at the ticket stand while I ask Wendy to dance!"

"I know the plan, buddy!"

The two of us took out the plan, unfolding it. As a thought came to mind, I backed away a little. "Hey... we're not gonna get jealous and turn on each other like the clones in the movies, are we...?"

"Dipper, please, this is you you're talking about. Plus hey, you can always just disintegrate me with water!"

We tapped each other's foreheads, feeling smart. Finally, someone who gets me!

And so, Tyrone went at covered me at the ticket stand and I made my way to Wendy! "Great news, Wendy, I got someone to cover the concessions for me!"

Wendy smiled. "That's awesome! You can hang out with me and Robbie!"

Wait, what?!?

"Robbie, you remember Dipper from the convenience store."

"Uh, no?" Robbie, the guy from when we went to the convenience store, took out a guitar. "Yo Wendy, check out my new guitar."

"Whoa, cool!"

Oh no, oh no no! I couldn't let Robbie win Wendy! I quickly walked to a corner, receiving a call from Tyrone.

"Hey buddy, it's me. I just had the same jealousy fantasy."

"We got to get rid of Robbie if I ever want to dance with Wendy!"

"Hey, Dipper, we're gonna go sit on the couch, meet us when you're done!" Wendy said, walking away with Robbie.

"Oh no, they're sitting on the couch!!! We gotta think of something quick!!!" I looked around, eventually spotting Robbie's bike. "... I got an idea."

"I got the same one, but we're gonna need some help."

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We had created another clone of me. I had just written the number three on his hat after explaining out plan. "And that's when you come in, Number Three."

"But what if Robbie catches me, I'll be all alone!"

Tyrone nodded. "Fair point, fair point."

"Ok one more, one more. Four Dippers, this is a four Dipper plan." I lied back on the copier, another paper of me going out, however this one was a bit jammed.

"Uh-oh, paper jam." Tyrone yanked out the paper and placed it on the ground as a very disoriented me crawl out. It was... honestly really creepy.

"NYANANANA!!!"

"C'mon, you're not gonna make me partner up with him, are you?" Dipper Three said, a bit annoyed.

Tyrone glared at him. "Shh, hey, don't be rude! Hey buddy, hey, it's ok."

He stared messing with Tyrone's face. Yeah, we needed one more.

"Ok, just one more clone."

After the other clone was made, I went downstairs, telling Soos about the now stolen bike. "Dudes, would the owner of a silver and red dirk bike please report outside? It is being stolen right now."

"Wait, what?!" Robbie ran to the window, soon running out of the shack as I sat beside Wendy.

I purposely let out a sigh. "Tough break. I wonder who those guys are that are not me because I'm right here."

"Now we're gonna bring it down for a minute. Ladies, dudes, now's the time." Soos spoke before changing the music into a slow song, everyone starting to slow dance.

Wendy smiled. "Ah snap, I love this song!" She began to sway with the beat, and I nervously rubbed my arm.

Mabel ran over to me. "Hey, Goofus, now's your chance to ask Wen-!" I quickly covered her mouth, pulling her fat enough from Wendy so she wouldn't hear before pulling away. "Now's your chance to ask Wendy to dance!"

"I, uh..." I started making my way back to Wendy.

But I chickened out, running out of the room. "Ah, I'll be right back!"

At the moment, Tyrone and I were in my room, pacing in circles. "Oh, I agree, you can't just go and dance with her!" Tyrone began.

"The dance floor is a mind field, a mind field, Tyrone!"

"What if there's a glitch in the sound system?!"

"Stan might get in the way!"

"Robbie might come back!"

"There's too many variables! We need help."

We exchanged a glance, and it wasn't long until we were back in the office, copying myself many times until I had nine clones of myself.

We had made a brand new plan, and dare I say this one was fail proof!

I sat on Mabel's bed, softly tapping my lantern with my pencil. "Alright, Dippers, gather around!" They did as told, standing in front of the bed. "Now is the time, you're all clear on what to do?"

They all nodded, leaving soon after. Oh God, I was nervous...

After a while, we heard a small bell ring. "There's your cue, now's the perfect chance to ask Wendy to dance." Tyrone said. "Good luck, me."

"I don't need luck, I've got the plan." I said with confidence, soon leaving the room.

I had my eyes closed as I turned a corner, and it was soon after that I bumped into someone, both of us letting out a scream as they grabbed my arm, probably trying not to fall but only pulling me down too.

I groaned, looking down to see (y/n) under me, my cheeks flushing red. "O-oh my gosh, (y/n), I- I'm so sorry!"

To my surprise though, she just started laughing. "It's fine, PT."

I chuckled a bit awkwardly, standing up before helping her. She dusted herself off before looking at me. "Shouldn't you be at the ticket booth?"

"I uh.. a-actually was on my way to see Wendy.."

"You finally planning to ask her out?"

"S-something like that.."

"Well don't let me stop you, go on!" She gestured for me to go one, but something told me to stay instead.

I looked around. "How come you're alone here?"

"I'm just waiting for the bathroom. Besides, parties have never really been my thing." She replied, giving me a shrug.

"Really?"

"Well it depends on my mood, to be honest." She gave a small sheepish smile. "Sometimes I might be in the mood to go out, but sometimes I'd rather stay home."

I chuckled. "I know what you mean."

She chuckled as well, and my cheeks grew pink as I got a good look at her. She looked really pretty in that...

"Pinetree?"

"U-uh, yes?"

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

My face flushed red, realizing that I was staring at her. "S-Sorry! I-I was just, um- I w-was-" My gaze soon went to her hands. More specifically, her gloves.

"... I was just a little curious about why you reacted the way you did earlier.."

I noticed her turn a little pale, slightly gripping her wrist. She was definitely hiding something under there, wasn't she..?

"(y/n)..?"

She didn't speak, only looked back at me with an expression I couldn't read.

I gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Those gloves aren't just for fashion, are they..?"

She waited a while, soon shaking her head. "No, they're not.."

I didn't want to push the situation, but I was also really curious, not to mention worried. She was my friend, and if she's in any danger, I want to help her.

"What's under there..?"

"... I can't tell you.." She looked up at me once more. "It's not that I don't trust you, I do, I just.. ... let's just say it's a family thing, and I'm not suppose to show anyone, or else I could be hunted for it.."

She gave me a small smile, but this one didn't reach her eyes. I could only nod in understanding. "I get it, personal business, I won't push on it anymore.."

"Thanks, PT.."

This time her smile was genuine. Maybe I was helping by just not bothering her. As much as this felt wrong, as if there was far more to the story than she was telling me.

But for now, I'll leave it be.

That's when the girl that was in the bathroom came out and left. (y/n) then looked at me. "Good luck with Wendy, ok..?"

"Thanks..!"

She went into the bathroom, and I let out a small sigh. I do hope she's ok..

"Hey!!!" I looked back to see Dippers walking over to me. "What are you doing up here?!? Number Ten has been distracting Soos for fifteen minutes!!! He's gonna get tired of that dot eventually!!!"

"NEVER!!!" We heard Soos yell from far.

"Sorry, guys, I bumped into (y/n) and we just started chatting." I hadn't realized the goofy smile I had as I said this until they all let out a gasp. "Dipper, you're not getting feelings for (y/n), are you?"

"W-What?!? N-no, I- I just started talking to her because she was there!"

"That's nice, but not the plan! Do we have to remind you?"

They all begin to read their lists. Yikes, did I sound like that? "Oh man, you all sound crazy! Look, maybe we don't need the plan anymore, you know? Maybe I can just talk to Wendy like a normal person!"

They all gasped, and Dipper Five then spoke. "If you're not gonna stick to the plan, maybe you shouldn't be the Dipper to dance with Wendy!"

They all began to agree, and so started getting kinda worried. "Guys, come on, we all said we weren't gonna turn on each other."

They all glared at me. "I think we all knew we were lying..."

They all jump on me and drag me away as I try to struggle, taking me to the closet and throwing me in. I dusted myself off, soon thinking of something. "Ah, I can't breathe in here!"

"Yeah you can! Plus there's snacks and a coloring book in there for you!"

And so, I sat down eating the cookies they left in. After a while, I could hear them arguing, and I was able to quickly make my escape, but it wasn't long until they noticed.

I reached the balcony, seeing Wendy in the parlor as a smile grow on my face. "Wend-!!!" I was pulled back soon after.

"C'mon, man, give it up, you're outnumbered." said Tyrone as the clones let me go.

"Hold on, guys, think about it! We're equals mentally and physically! If we start fighting, i-it'll just go on for infinity!"

They all agreed with whatever nonsense I spat out, which gave me an opening, allowing me to punch Tyrone in the face.

"... CLONE FIGHT!!!"

My plan backfired when they all through themselves at me, all fighting each other. I managed to cover the pine tree on my hat with a seven, crawling out of the bunch until Tyrone caught me.

"Hey, Classic Dipper is getting away!!!"

I turned around, smiling innocently. "No, friends, it's me! Number Seven!"

They all looked down at the real Number Seven, who quickly shook his head. "That's not me, guys, that's not me!!"

Unfortunately, my little paper ripped out, showing the pine tree and alerting them it was me.

"Get him!!!"

I quickly patted myself, finding a tiny confetti cannon and shooting it as a last attempt to escape. To my surprise, the smoke turned on the sprinklers, which disintegrated all the Dippers.

"Huh, how about that."

"You!!!" I turned to see Tyrone still alive, glaring at me.

"Uh oh."

We started fighting, which was easy and difficult at the same time. However, we both tensed up as we heard Wendy's laughter, looking down the balcony.

We saw her talking to Robbie, who whispered something to her. "Robbie!" She pushes him away, laughing.

Tyrone and I let out a sigh. "We blew it, man..."

We let  slide against the railing and onto the floor. Tyrone then looked at me. "I dunno, wanna go grab a couple of sodas or something?"

I smiled, the two of us heading up to the roof. Tyrone looked up at the sky. "Some night, huh?"

We opened our sodas, and I let out a sigh. "You think we'll ever even have a chance with Wendy? I mean, she's fifteen, we're twelve."

"I dunno, man. And what about (y/n)?"

"What about her?"

"Dipper, I'm you, I feel the same way you do. It's obvious (y/n)'s more than just some friend."

My cheeks turned a bit pink. It was true I cared about (y/n) more than I would over a normal friend.

"We just have to stop getting in the way of ourselves."

"Literally!" We both said in synch, Tyrone mimicking the sound of an explosion.

We bumped sodas, both of us taking a sip. However, I turned to Tyrone as I heard a weird nose, seeing his stomach starting to bubble. "Oh boy, don't look now.."

"Tyrone!"

"It's ok, dude, I had a good run. Remember what we talked about."

"Uh- of course!"

"Hey, and quite being such a wimp around girls, ok? For my sake!" He disintegrated completely, leaving me on my own.

"Tyrone..! You were the only one who understood.." I spilled some soda before drinking the rest and heading back downstairs.

Mabel and two other girls were dancing, Stan was counting money, (y/n) say on one of the chairs, and Wendy leaned against the wall as she nodded to the beat.

(y/n) turned to me with a smile, waving over. "There you are, where have you been?!"

I chuckled a bit, walking over. "It's a long story."

"I have a while before I head home, wanna tell?"

I explained everything that happened. I really did like talking to her, it always just happened naturally, and I would never overthink.

Maybe Tyrone is right...?

Thanks for reading!!! And leave in the comments what you think (y/n) is hiding under her gloves. :3

Till next time!!!

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