บท 475: 474. Some of Them ~Want to Use You~
At a party...
"So, there I was!" yelled Miguel. "There I was, with a doll! You see, in my first few years of venturing in the Multiverse..."
Before...
"Wow! You're really giving me a friend!?" smiled Miguel.
Yep.
"Okay!"
Miguel goes about the tundras while carrying the doll. He then goes about the deadly storm pushing through while carrying that doll. He then cooks, plays, lives, dances, and had fun with the doll. He then ate with the doll every night and told it stories. He then reached the ends of the Earth with the doll...
Ten years later...
"Wow! That was so cool!" smiled Miguel.
You had fun with the doll, right?
"Yeah!"
Good. The doll explodes.
*BOOM!!!*
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" sobbed Miguel. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!!!"
Now...
"The... end!" smiled Miguel.
A small crowd of children had been listening to his story, who immediately cry out in horror.
In the Pines-Northwest Mansion, it seems that the kind people of Gravity Falls now have a party in the place every year which was initiated by Pacifica Northwest.
Rick cackled psychotically.
"What the hell is with you today, Grandpa Rick!?" asked Morty, who is rather annoyed.
"I dunno. Just funny to me these people. They're all gonna die, anyway."
Rick then takes down Morty's pants as the party-goers laugh at him.
"Rick's been acting weird the past few months," said Miguel.
"Really...?" asked Anne. "He wasn't always like this...?"
"No... Ah, well! Probably drugs. That's my theory, at least. What's yours, Reader?"
"Who are you talking to?" asked Anne, seeing Miguel facing the wall. Anne sighs and walks away. She sees Gabby nearby and smiles. "I'll go talk to your daughter, Mr. Ibarra."
"Alright," said Miguel. "She's so weird, right!?"
"Hey!" yelled the Sheriff. "No talking to the walls! That's illegal around here!"
Miguel gasps and runs away. "You'll never catch me alive, Walloper!"
The Deputy whistles his whistle and puts a siren on his head, chasing Miguel as well.
Dipper, meanwhile, jots down the new kinds of Wesen he saw. Hasseliches, Fuchsteufulwilds, Cupiditases, Musais, El Cuegles, Gluhenvolks, Indole Gentiles, El Cucuys, Siegbarstes, Wildermanns, Orcs, Wendigos, Berberokas, Alpes, Koschies, Wraiths, Nunos, and Batibats. He adds these additions next to the Hexes and categorizes each as "Ape Wesen."
"Hey," said a woman's voice behind him.
Dipper turns to her for a short second. "Oh. Hey, Wendy."
"Yo, Dude," smiled Wendy. "Whatcha drawin' over there...?"
"Oh... I uh... discovered a few Wesen in California. Turns out that Fuchsteufulwilds use the same letters of the word 'Rumpel Stiltskin' for their names as a sort of tradition. Some don't, though. But most do. The Crusaders of Earth-Grimm actually fought one. Lumper Stiltskin CXXVIII who can create Sound Homunculi. Too bad he was killed by Gabrielle and the others in a fight. And did you know that they're related to Hasseliches-?"
"Heheh..." Wendy listens intently to Dipper's countless words.
"Well, anyway... Gotta go meet Pacifica. See ya, man," smiled Dipper.
"See ya!" smiled Wendy.
After a short second, she frowns subtly.
"Ah! Unrequited love!" Miguel tells Wendy, "You regret not liking Dipper, huh? Because of a 3-year age difference? Yep... Regrettably indeed. By the 100th year, it wouldn't matter anymore. By the 1000th year, it'd be a total regret, man... Seeping like disgusting acid being soaked by the sponge that is you."
"Don't you have anything better to do?" asked Wendy.
"I'm God. I do what I want."
"HEY!!!" yelled the Sheriff and the Deputy, chasing after Miguel.
"Come here, Wall-Starer!" yelled the Sheriff.
The Deputy turns to Stanley and the twin girls.
Sunny and Windy seem to be helping Stanley vandalize the police car outside.
"Grunkle Stan... I don't think we should be doing this..." said Windy. "I think that this will be a one-way ticket for us to go to juvie."
"Ugh! Relax, Windy!" yelled Sunny. "Dude! This isn't that bad! We're just spray-painting a cop car! If anything, this is art! Think of it as a canvas meant to be painted!"
"HEY!!!" yelled the Deputy. "NOT GOOD OL' SHERLLY!"
"Vamonos! Sunny and Windy! Vomonos!" yelled Stanley, as the trio runs away while being chased by the Deputy.
"Police Brutality!" yelled Miguel, in the background. "Police Brutality! The American system is flawed! The American system is flawed! The A-!!!"
*ZAP!!!*
"AAAAAAAAAAA-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a..." he yelled, vibrating. "Tpnbls QvQv pz hspcl. Ol'z vu opz aoyvul ha aol Lknl vm LCLYFAOPUN!!!"
Mabel smiles, drinking some soda next to Grenda and Candy.
"So... How's art teaching?" smiled Grenda.
"Pretty cool," smiled Mabel. "I learned how to do manicure designing."
"Ooh!" smiled the pair.
"Could you try me...?" smiled Candy.
"Me, too!" smiled Grenda.
Nick, Adalind, and the kids are eating quietly together with Monroe, Rosalee, and the triplets very calmly.
Luz, Luz's mother, King, Eda, Lilith, Hooty, Amity, and Amity's siblings and father along with their friends and their families all laugh, eating together at the table in the corner.
The Plantars, meanwhile, are drinking G-Fuel, which to them, is the equivalent of alcohol.
Polly tries to sip the G-Fuel, but Hopediah grabs it away.
"Uh-uh," said Hopediah, as Polly groaned.
Frobo chuckles softly.
"Tada!" smiled Mabel.
Grenda gained several faces of different Sev'ral Timez faces while Candy got several candies on her fingernails.
"Haha!" laughed Grenda. "This was awesome! Now they're a part of me!"
"Hey, look!" smiled Candy, pointing to a tray of Ratatouille. "Ratatouille!"
"Aw, yeah! It has the word 'rat' in it!" smiled Grenda.
The pair run off to the buffet table to eat.
Mabel laughs softly, but then...
"OW!!!" The pair are spilled with wine.
Grenda then woges into a Siegbarste while Candy woges into a Nekomata.
Mabel, utterly shocked, does nothing but gasp.
"Uh...!"
Meanwhile, Dipper begins drawing a beautiful Blutbad.
"Dipper!" yelled Mabel, proceeding to shake Dipper relentlessly.
"Whoa!" yelled Dipper. "Hey, Mabel."
"I need to tell you something!" she whispered. "Why didn't they tell me!?"
"What...? Is it Bill!?"
"No!" she whispers. "(Grenda and Candy are WESEN!!!)"
"Pfft! What...!?" he laughed softly.
"(LOOK!!!)" Mabel points to the pair, who are currently Erstewoged. "(Grenda is one of those Ogre things and Candy is one of those White Cat things!)"
"Siegbarste and Nekomata. But, Mabel... They're not 'things...' They're your friends."
"Why didn't they tell me about this!?" asked Mabel.
"Wesen don't generally reveal themselves in the public."
"Then I'll make them woge..." said Mabel.
Dipper grabs her hand. "Mabel. I really don't think that that's a very good idea. You can't just out people like that!"
"What!?" Mabel gives an annoyed look. "Dipper. They're my best friends for the last twenty years and they haven't told me anything about this! What's their culture!? What do they eat!? Do they eat human flesh!? Do they eat other Wesen!? Will they hate me if they knew what I am...!?"
"I'm guessing you need some advise..." Dipper looks over at Nick's table.
"Captain Burkhardt!? Dipper... I'm not consulting the Captain about this!"
"Mabel! What do I know!? I'm new at this! Maybe Captain Burkhardt knows something...!"
Mabel facepalms. "Okay... Fine..."
"Did you lock the trailer...?" asked Adalind.
Nick thinks for a second. "Probably..."
"Hey, Captain!" smiled Mabel.
"Ah... Officer Mabel. What seems to be the problem...? Do we need to call this whole thing off...?"
"No... I kinda need advice... Grimm... advise..."
Later... in the balcony...
"Huh... A Siegbarste and a Nekomata, huh...?"
"Yeah... I have no idea what to do about this..."
"These two are your very close friends, right...?" asked Nick. "Then, I believe you'll get past this whole... bizarre weirdness you have going on..."
"I don't know... What if they'll hate me because I know what they are...? Because I'm a Grimm...?"
"Then... Give 'em some time. Y'know... I used to know someone and I really cared about her... She went through the same thing. But just jumping out and saying things that'd scare them. That isn't the best idea, Pines."
"Thanks, Nick..."
Meanwhile...
Dipper kept on writing in his journal. Suddenly, Dipper bumps into a tree.
*CLANG!!!*
Dipper topples backward. "Ow! Tree! That... clanked...? No..."
Dipper looks left and right and sees that no one is around. He knocks on the tree softly, opening it up.
"He writes like a child..." said Dipper. "'D'psht... Dipshit...?'"
"Are you calling yourself that... or...?" asked Rick.
"Oh. Hey, Rick. I just found this mysterious book. Ford must know something about it."
"What's the *BURP!!!* (title...?)"
"That looks like the writer was so fucking lazy that he just colored a canvas and pasted a bunch of letters on it.What does the last page say...?"
"'It was around this year, at 1867, that I've discovered that I was destined to return back in time and become-...'The page is torn..."
"So he started writing it in 1855... He was born in 1837... And his name is Dpsspht..."
"Alright..." said Rick.
"Is that a code or something...?" asked Dipper.
"Maybe it's gibberish," said Rick.
Dipper reads through it. "Whoa... 'Multiversal Beings...? Golb...? Grimms...? Wesen...?'"
Rick rolls his eyes. "I don't give a shit anymore..." he walks away. "Goodbye, Dipshit."
Dipper sighs. He looks closely at the journal, going on to read about it.
Meanwhile...
"Uh... Hey!" smiled Mabel.
"Mabel! Look at this! Candy and I are planning this show! It's called Sev'ral Timez, the Fanfiction! It's a series about their faces on my fingers!"
"I'll provide the voices of Chubby Z. and Deep Chris!" smiled Candy. "Grenda will voice the others."
"Oh, girl you got me ackin' so cray-cray!(CRAY-CRAY!)You tell me that you won't be my ba-bay!We're non-threatening, girl...Yeah!" sang Grenda, in a beautifully derpy voice.
"Haha! Yeah... I uh... know what you are..." said Mabel.
"Oh, no!" yelled Grenda. "You know that I'm a Dungeons, Dungeons, and Dungeons fan! NOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"What!? No, no, no..." said Mabel. "I know what you are... Both of you..."
The two are weirded out.
"Uh... Mabel. I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," said Candy.
"Yeah, I do! You're a Siegbarste and you're a Nekomata!" yelled Mabel.
"What...!?" asked Candy and Grenda.
"Like one of those Wesen things on TV!? No!" smiled Grenda. "I think those guys are just a myth!"
"I respectfully agree!" smiled Candy.
"Why are you two lying to me like this!?" asked Mabel. "I'm your closest friend! We haven't talked for a whole month and this is how you repay me!? GIRLS!!! I'VE BEEN YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR TWENTY YEARS!!! We tell each other everything! I tell you everything!"
"Mabel. You don't know what you're talking about," said Candy.
"Yes, I do! I'm a Grimm!"
The pair Erstewoges out of surprise.
The pair backs away, looking very serious.
"Guys...?"
The pair walks away from Mabel.
"Guys...!" yelled Mabel.
Mabel tries to follow the pair, but Nick grabs her shoulder.
"I told you that they need time..." said Nick.
"So, what...? They'll just stop talking to me...!?" Mabel begins to weep.
"Mabel. This job isn't easy. I never said it was. You're a Grimm, whether you like it or not. Just give those two some time of getting used to what you are..."
"Why were they like that!?"
"Because they don't trust us. Siegbarstes and Nekomatas aren't afraid of Grimms... In fact, they challenge Grimms," said Nick, sighing. "Want a smoke...?"
Mabel sighs, wiping her tears. "Fine..."
Meanwhile...
Someone treads their scythe on the ground, slowly walking up to the Mansion.
He wears a high-tech suit and an Endezeichen Mask.
It's...
"Sweet dreams are made of this.Who am I to disagree.I travel the world and the seven seas.Everybody's looking for something.Some of them want to use you.Some of them want to get used by you.Some of them want to abuse you.Some of them want to be abused," Kenneth sang, walking toward Pines-Northwest Mansion, treading his scythe on the ground...
Note: Song by Eurythmics
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