Every year, Greyson Chirpe spends three months of their life with relatives in the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Every year, they gain a few more strands of grey hair. Every year is boring. Every year is the same...
except this one.
Stanfor...
"Dawg, what did we do that'd warrant revenge? That'd make more sense if we killed them, but they died before probably any of us were in grade school!" Grey whisper-yells, shaking a bit from the adrenaline.
"ok, let's try to figure out the pattern here, why was each person taken?" Dipper wonders aloud, motioning his hand in a loop, "Tambry was texting, Thomson was playing a videogame, Lee was being sarcastic, it doesn't make any sense!" he shrugs.
"Nate was what, asking not to die? Talking back?" They add
"Yeah, I mean, those are all just normal teenage things!" Wendy notes.
Dipper lifts his head up from his arms, "Wendy, say that last part again," he requests.
"Normal teenage things?" she repeats.
"Of course! Stay here until I get back" Dipper orders, kicking open the cabinet door.
"Oh, no you don't!" Grey calls, chasing after him.
"Guys! What are you doing?!" Wendy cries, as Dipper and Grey army-crawl through the vortex of chip bags, soda cans, and candies.
"Hey, ghost!" Dipper shouts, standing up and pointing at Mabel, larger things swirling around her like Tambry's TV. She turns to face him, her head spinning 180 degrees with a crack and a grunt in the ghost's voice, her body turning to follow.
Dipper is engulfed in the green aura, lifted off the ceiling slightly, "I have something to tell you. I'm not a teenager!" Suddenly, the green light fades, as Dipper falls to the ground with everything else, Mabel regains consciousness, and two ghosts appear, one holding Mabel up by her hair.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho! Well, why didn't you say so!" the old man ghost with a nametag reading "Pa" says, dropping Mabel into a pile of snacks, "How old did you say you were?" Pa asks.
"I'm-" Dipper sighs as he looks to Wendy and back again, "I'm twelve. Technically not a teen." He admits.
"And what about you, little missy," Pa asks Grey,
Their eye twitches, but they quickly wipe the expression of annoyance off their face as they answer, "Oh, I'm a teenager, but most people mistake me for twelve or something, and I was personally opposed to any acts of vandalism," Pa looks at them with disdain, "-a -and I ate your hot dogs?" they add, as Pa snaps his fingers, Grey becoming engulfed in the green aura, "Eh, worth a shot," they shrug as they're ripped out of reality and onto a two-dollar-bill in the cash register.
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"When we were alive, teenagers were a scourge on our store," the ghost with the nametag reading "Ma" explains, with a southern twang and her hands on her hips,
"Always sassafrassin' customers with their boomy-boxes and short pants!" Pa adds, shaking his fists, "So we decided to up n' ban them, but they retaliated with this new-fangled rap music!" he describes, as the two spectres project a flashback, showing Ma and Pa comforting each other as three 90's teens play music on a boombox outside the store.
