a transdimensional arc drabble for the lovely Mod Z, zilleniose!!!
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“What does Stan do in his private time at lunch?”
“Scratch. And that’s all you really want to know, trust me.”
“How many gummi worms can I stick up my nose before I need
to stop?”
“One hundred seventy two.”
“OH OOOOH OH WAIT why do hot dogs come in packs of eight and
buns in packs of sixteen?”
Alcor flipped through one of the really weird magazines
Grunkle Stan kept around the house, seemingly bored, but Mabel knew her brother
better. She knew he was getting a kick out of this.
Outwardly, he sighed heavily and flipped another page. “To sell more hot dogs; Mabel, aren’t you
going to ask me what the meaning of life is or something like that?”
She plopped down on the stool behind the counter next to
Alcor, and leaned into his side.
“Well smarty-pants? What is the meaning of life?” Mabel
asked.
“I’m going to need s̭̲̦̜̟͎͢om̛̲̱͔e̜͚͙͈t̛̲̞̲h̢͕͚i̻̗n͈͕g͇͉̱̺͎̞̟
from you in return for that information,” the older version of her brother
sniffed.
Hah! Mabel knew
what that sniff meant.
“Yooooouuuu don’t
know!”
The look on Alcor’s face would be more at home on Dipper’s
face than that of a demon a few millennia old.
“Do so!”
Mabel snorted. “Then tell me!”
Alcor huffed and crossed his arms.
“I can’t, not without a deal-and a good one at that. Not
happening Mabel.”
Mabel jumped off the stool and began to dance around him.
“You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t knowowow-“she
sang, acting a little childish perhaps, but it was absolutely hysterical to see
Alcor literally turn red from head to toe. Not blushing red, but red like
people did in cartoons and it was
amazing.
“Mabel s̛to̤͇͈̪͇͝p͍ͅͅ!”
“Not until you tell me or admit you don’t know!” Mabel sang,
sneaking in real quick to goose Alcor between his buttwings (and oh how he hated them being called
buttwings it was great) before continuing
to dance around.
“You can’t keep this up forever,” Alcor pointed out, raising
an eyebrow.
“I can’t,” Mabel admitted, “But I was thinking of getting
Bear-o out for company, and then maybe make all the books in our bedroom crooked,
and get Stan’s jokebook out and-“
“O̸̺KḀ̵̲͙̙̘̼Ỵ̜̥̤̮̟!͚̹͖͚̺͖͘” Alcor yelled with a little
burst of fire from his fingertips, and it never failed to make Mabel
laught when her brother was in a pouty
kind of mood. “I’ll tell you, alright?”
Immediately Mabel was back on the stool. “Go on,” she
goaded, leaning down briefly to pick up Waddles who wandered by.
“Well….”
“Yes?”
Alcor scratched his head under his floating hat. “It’s kind
of-“
Mabel stared and blinked slowly, which if Alcor was like
Dipper, would freak him the heck out.
“Oh my god Mabel don’t do that-“
“Meaning of life? Still waiting.”
“I….I…idon’tknowokay.”
“What was that?”
“Mabel!”
“I didn’t hear you!”
Dipper walked in just in time to see his alternate self
burst into flame from head to toe, stomp his feet, and vanish from view.
Mabel grinned the biggest shit eating grin he had ever seen
on his sister before.
“I win.”
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