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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 11 – Disruption

Mabel was pretty sure the Shack had THREE people living in it,
but she wouldn’t know it from the past week.

That was how long it’d been since either Dipper or Tyrone
said more than a handful of non-work-related words to her. Since her amazing
kiss with Tyrone, and Dipper’s subsequent flipping out. Seven days of Tyrone
spouting out “I’m not ready for this”s or “I can’t do this right now”s and
clumsily stumbling out of the room like a drugged up spider whenever she
brought up their apparently one-night whirlwind romance. Seven days of Dipper
being unable to look her in the eye, mumbling out a ‘stuff’ when she asked him
what’d been going on with him before choking out an apology that sounded like
he had no idea what he was apologizing for, or like he was apologizing for everything. SEVEN DAYS of chasing after
the world’s two most fretting-est butterflies hoping that they’d eventually
land on her welcoming, understanding finger and let her in on why they kept
fluttering away. Why won’t you come to
Mabel, little butterflies?!

No dice. No cards, no board, no nothing. Just her, her cheap
$50 electric guitar covered in stickers, and her newly flowering herb garden
grown from cuttings (you get ‘em growin’
quicker that way) that just barely fit in her bedroom windowsill.

“At least YOU’RE here for me, little lavender buds,” she
said toward her pots. She’d only started growing them to train her for doing
flowers once the spring hit, but she had to admit she was getting attached, now
that little flecks of bright color started showing in some of the plants. And because aside from Waddles they were
basically her only company nowadays, she thought, with a strum of her always-slightly-out-of-tune
guitar. The strings plinked out quiet and unamplified as six dissonant notes,
the closest thing she could get to expressing her frustration since she was
still learning all the chords.

She’d spent most of her free time in the last week in a
similar position, since her free time was actually free now. She never had a
specific schedule for it, but every second of it required either Dipper or
Tyrone to be around (though, maybe not in a very good balance, she thought with
a grimace), and neither of them could seem to stand being within 5 feet of her.

Heck, she was also spending a little bit of her work time
failing to play the guitar while she talked to plants that didn’t talk back.
Her mood soured more and more with every day they avoided her, and it was
getting harder to work on her Imagineering when it was all wonder and play and
she was all curds and whey. Especially when she had gotten so used to crafting
with one of her now-elusive roomies keeping her company, mumbling away at
whatever THEY were working on (…though, it’d been almost exclusively Tyrone for
a while, she thought with another grimace).

She just… wasn’t used to feeling so lonely, not like this.
Not since Dipper came back from school, anyway.

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how does this continue to be all of my favorite things rolled up into one long amazingly well written well-plotted in-character chapter fic. what the hell. holy shit. i’m. just. what did we do to deserve you, pit