WEIRD... (Gravity Falls but I add too many OCs)

Weekending

Grey sat criss-cross applesauce in the middle of their bedroom's circular pastel-blue rug. They looked up from the laptop in their lap, up at their only personal effects in the room- a corkboard. Pictures and labels and lists and junk mail are pinned and taped up, with a picture of themselves at the center. Blue string connected the junk-mail, letters of recommendations, Grey's standardized testing results, and PSAT scores together, a piece of blue string hanging loose from one tac.

"uuuhhnnng," they droned, "no. fucking. way."

They set the laptop on the hardwood floors and walked up to their corkboard. They took some string from the spool and rolled it up into a tiny ball, which they tacked underneath the loose thread.

They took a few steps back.

The string was in the shape of a question mark.

They sighed and looked at the small stack of papers on their white minimalistic-style desk. They walked over and sat on the matching chair, with a cushion the same color as the rug, the curtains, and the bedsheets.

The top paper had another picture of themselves paperclipped to it. A smiling front profile.

They had most of the fields filled out.

Given Name: Greyson

Preferred Name: Grey

Surname: Chirpe

...and so on (can't find my application(shit) and I can't remember what's on it so have fun :D)

They flipped through the pages, propping their head up on their fist, elbow on the table. All they need is their SSN, an autobiographical sketch detailing any specialized training in the job they're applying for, and any experience or training in any other fields which may have any bearing on said job, and some training.

They looked back at their laptop. Their application is due this Saturday, but they also haven't posted to their Voltbook page. They don't want to keep anyone waiting for their next installment, but then again, who would they be kept waiting? They look at the corkboard again, and at the piece of paper labelling the whole thing. "College Search." Then to the application, then to their laptop. Corkboard, application, laptop, corkboard, application, laptop, college, employment, passion, future, security, enjoyment.

Instead, they grab a bag, swipe some yarn, hooks, needles, thread, and a beanie into their bag, along with a black book and some pens and pencils, and their laptop.

They reached into the hoodie they wore yesterday and took out a piece of paper.

Adding the number to their contacts, and calling.

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"Hi! You've reached The Mystery Shack. Unfortunately, the person I've hired to answer the phones is nowhere to be found, so please leave a message after the beep!" said a gruff voice on the other line, "beep"

"Is Dipper home," Grey asked.

The voice on the other end sighed, "C'mon over, kid."

"Thanks! C'ya!" Grey beamed before hanging up.