I Don't Own Gravity Falls

Intro

Different

I have always been apathetic, to everything and everyone

Dipper stared out of the bus window, his dark brown eyes didn't look for anything specific, just watching. It didn't feel like summer here, more so like early fall. He blinked slowly, his sister was chattering away, not like he payed attention, not like she cared if he did or not. Dipper tried not to scratch his bite marks from a dumb insect.

BEWEB

Sounded like some type of weird code, that or the bug just bit where it was more tender. Dipper didn't dwell on it too much, not worth the headache. He sighed as Mabel was chattering on about glitter and sweaters. This was going to be a long summer...

So you know how they see first impressions are the best, that is a lie with their great uncle Stanford Pines. The place was falling apart, Dipper looked around at the place. It could use some redecorating, less of the fake crap of supernatural stuff. His Father hated it when he talked about it. So, finally he stopped, but became withdrawn from people. They were talking about sending him to live with a family that could 'help' him.

That was a joke, but it was in action if he didn't change with his summer here. Dipper doubted that he would change, it was them who stayed the same, not him. That much he knew.

He walked up to the temporary room in the attic. It could use some fixing up and dusting. Also, what was it with this place and Triangles? That was all he could point out over the entire town. Dipper shrugged it off for later info, right now, he was more interested in getting out of the house before Stan could try anything.

Of course, this plan would fail. It seemed to him that when he wanted to not be caught, he was. Mabel did this to him often, he was often taking the grunt of the work. Dumb con man, Dipper never showed outward emotion all the time. But he hated his great uncle. End of story. He'd never trust that man, something about him screamed that he shouldn't be trusted.

So, he went with that gut feeling. After being given signs, nails, and a old hammer, Dipper set out. At least he'd get out of the house. It was getting stuffy anyway, and now that he's thought about it, he's not hardly said anything since he got here. Oh well, whatever, what was the point in talking. Everyone thought what came out of his mouth was a lie anyway.

He just hope he'd find something that would make this summer less unbearable. Anything.

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