📚*~Dipper Pines*~📚
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aged up to 18, summer of 2017 just after graduation, unestablished relationship
"Dipper! Dipping Sauce! Where did he go?" Dipper had run off to the forest again to escape the ever loud and chaotic tourist trap that was the Mystery Shack. What he expected was the treehouse he and Mabel had built a few years back, when they were 15. What he wasn't expecting was another person chilling in their treehouse.
I LOVE GRAVITY FALLS TEEHEE
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As Dipper climbed up the treehouse's ladder, he sighed. The Shack was always too loud, he never got a chance to read in peace. But now, he had the perfect opportunity to just sit in his treehouse and re-read the journals for the billionth time.
When he finally reached the top, he pulled himself up and walked over to the small, well worn chair in the corner, sitting down the a sigh. For a few moments, he read. For a few moments everything was fine.
That was, until, he noticed a figure sitting behind the small bookshelves in the middle of the treehouse Mabel had insisted they didn't need, and Dipper insisted they did.
Hello?
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