Wedge – Chapter 13

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Summary: After being unsatisfied with their lives, Dipper and Mabel move back to Gravity Falls to reopen the Mystery Shack, and something scary and new starts bubbling under the surface. But the sudden appearance of a third party throws even their sibling relationship into chaos. 

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Chapter 13 – Final
Cause

Tyrone was… unsettled.

He managed to pry Dipper off him after about half an hour of
half-sitting half-standing there, listening to Dipper mumble out bits of what
had happened, Tyrone’s thoughts too jumbled to do anything other than nod and
squeeze his shoulder. The position had been uncomfortable, in a direct,
physical way, but even after Dipper’s onslaught Tyrone enjoyed the feeling of
Dipper against his chest. Did that make him weird? That probably made him
weird.

He maneuvered Dipper to the bed and sat him on the edge, and
he would’ve perched himself right next to him and grabbed his hand if Dipper
hadn’t curled his arms around his waist the second he let go. Tyrone sat next
to him anyways, Dipper leaning slightly onto his shoulder, but after another
near-hour of silence Tyrone got the impression Dipper needed to be on his own
for a while.

He left and walked to Mabel’s door and stood outside for a
good 10 minutes, trying to work up the nerve to knock. He wanted to know what
happened, and while he heard enough between Dipper’s shouting and his murmurs
to put two and two together, Mabel could probably fill in whatever gaps he was
missing. But the air around her room felt tense, and he wasn’t sure if it was
dripping out from Mabel herself or if it was just the old fear of having to
confront her again. Either way, he couldn’t manage to flick his knuckles
against the door.

He spent the most of that day meandering from empty room to
empty room of the too quiet Shack trying his best not to think, feeling
lonelier than he had in a while. He’d spent so much of the past few weeks
around Dipper, and so much of the weeks before that with Mabel, that he had
found being by himself a chore. He
tried not to think about how much Mabel and Dipper must’ve felt this.

He kept an eye on their bedroom doors, making sure that if
one of his two roommates stepped foot outside of theirs he’d be there to greet
them, and when he wasn’t doing that he was reading his printout, the one that
told him to the gram what his body was composed of, the raw numbers keeping his
heavier thoughts at bay. But their doors stayed shut, even as lunch- and
dinner-time passed, and when he woke up the next day from a night troubled
sleeping he saw those same unopened doors.

He couldn’t take another day of sitting and waiting for them
to open. But he also couldn’t take being the one to open them.

So he went outside, and started walking, and without meaning
to he found his way to the Sprites’ small forest valley.

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