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Gravity Falls was, from what Dipper was starting to figure, a very strange place. And his and his sister’s Grunkle Ford? Even stranger.
And you’d think that maybe he was just saying that cause the guy had six fingers, but no! Honestly!? That was probably the most normal thing about him!
Ford apparently never slept (seeing as Dipper had run into him at least four times just this week in the middle of the night when he had gone to investigate a weird noise or get a glass of water), had a habit of writing in what he was pretty sure were cyphers of some sort (his Grunkle always tried to hide these quickly whenever he found them but he’d manage to get a hold of a couple to figure out later!), wore a turtleneck and sweater in the middle of summer, and that wasn’t even mentioning the blood flavor list.
Dipper wasn’t precisely sure what his Grunkle Ford could be, but he was betting on either something like a vampire or some kind of demon? Maybe? There were all those idols and weird tapestries in his room afterall…
Now he just had to figure how to break it to his Grunkle Bill that his husband was probably not human…
Though as Mabel had been pushing, he needed ‘actual’ evidence rather than ‘paranoid ramblings.’
He huffed, clicked his favorite pen a few times, and he went back to spying on Stan. He was still trying to figure out that guys deal as well, but the preteen was like 99% sure Stan was human… so. Hm. Maybe Ford was a dopplganger or shapeshifter?
Dipper at least had all summer to figure this out!
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Mabel Pines was pretty sure her brother needed glasses after this summer.
She looked at her Grunkle Bill who, while he looked human-sorta at the moment, was also very much roasting marshmallows by setting his hands on actual fire. She turned her gaze to her Grunkle Ford. Ford was kicked back, chewing on one of his extra fingers as he doodled in his notebook, glasses reflecting the blue light from his husband’s pyrotechnics.
Her eyes wandered over to where Grunkle Stan was settled just next to his twin, eyes closed as he leaned against Ford. Parallel to him, Dipper sat eyeing not the unnatural fire, but rather their Grunkle Ford.
Mabel leaned over to her brother just slightly, “Whatcha doing?”
Her twin barely looked at her, squinting fiercely. “I’m pretty sure Grunkle Ford’s eyes reflect like a cats,” he whispered.
Mabel looked over at Ford, seeing the fire light was still reflecting off his glasses, and slowly turned her gaze to Bill. Who. Was a floating triangle now. With a top hat. Still using blue flames to make marshmallows.
“Yeah, uh-huh,” she mumbled. Dipper had the worst tunnel vision imaginable and she was starting to suspect that her Grunkle Bill might have something to do with this. Could he like… make illusions perhaps? Like in some movies where a person sees one thing and the other sees something different.
As she eyed Bill, that one cat-slit eye turned to look at her and even without a mouth she could tell her Grunkle was smiling. He put a finger to his eye and Mabel had to hide a snort with a quick cough.
Oh, okay that answered some things!
This summer was going to be so weird. Though… Dipper still might need glasses. She had watched him run into a pole like four times yesterday? Or maybe that was just him being dumb?
She shrugged, settled back, and figured to see how long it took for Dipper to connect the dots