⚠️「Cipher's Son || Gravity Falls」⚠️

Bottomless Pit{Part.4}

Mabel rocks back and forth while Dipper shivers.

[Y/N]: "Wha..."

⚠️Later......

Stan: "Kids, I think I have a growth forming on my back. Just wanted to be honest with you guys..." He yelled from a different room.

[Y/N]: "I can't take this anymore!"

Dipper: "Mabel! We need to take those teeth out of his mouth..."

Mabel: "But then he'll be a liar again..."

Dipper: "Could it possibly be any worse than this...?" He asked and the doorbell rings.

Blubs: "So, after further investigation, it turns out that there is no Dr. Medicine in Gravity Falls..."

Durland: "You better have a darn good explanation for this..."

Stan: "Oh and I do. You see, I lied to you. In addition to that I've been parking in handicapped spaces, shoplifting fireworks, and smuggling endangered animals across multiple state lines. Also, you're fat..."

Blubs: "Is all of this true...?" He dropped his cup of coffee.

[Y/N]: "No! No, it's not true!"

Dipper: "Yeah! Right, Mabel...?"

Mabel: "Uh, sirs, I have to be completely and truly honest with you. Our Great Uncle Stan is...is...Stan is.. secretly a crime fiction writer!"

Blubs: "What...?"

Mabel: "Yeah. He was just telling you about a character in his upcoming page turner, Crime Grandpa! He's never committed a crime in his life. Also, have you lost weight...?"

Blubs: "Finally! Someone noticed..."

Durland: "Wow, an author! Can you teach me how to read...?"

Stan: "What? Author...?"

Mabel: "Ha ha, writers, masters of fiction. Good night, officers..." She said and closed the door with a sigh.

Dipper: "Hey, you alright...?"

Mabel: "I can't believed I lied..."

Dipper: "Mabel, it was for the greater good..."

[Y/N]: "Yeah, the greater good or whatever..."

Stan: "Hello? Police station? I forgot to tell him about my tax fraud. No, tax fraud...."

Then jump on top of him while [Y/N] hung up the phone.

Stan: "What's gotten into you kids...?"

Mabel then pulls out the teeth.

Mabel: "We have to find a place to get rid of these!"

⚠️ Timeskip⚠️

After a bit of time Mabel was seen pushing a large box toward the pit.

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Mabel: "And I never saw that box full of magical teeth again..." She said and closes out to the box next to Stan.

Mabel: "Oh wait, there it is..."

Everyone else then sighs.

Soos: "Oh, sweet! My shoes!" He said and puts his shoes back on.

Stan: "I like the part with the bear. The rest of it seems pretty far-fetched..."

Dipper: "Mabel, we already know that story! We just lived through it..."

[Y/N]: "Yeah, but it was fun..."

Everyone went silent for a bit, they turn their heads over to [Y/N].

[Y/N]: "Why are you all looking it me for...?"

Mabel: "You're the only one out of all of us who hasn't told a story!"

Soos: "Yeah dude!"

[Y/N]: "Do I have to...?"

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