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HC: Dipper comes across a paranoid demon expert who has set up cameras all over his house, and to be a little shit he decides to haunt the guy by doing demon-y shit in front of the cameras. He doesn’t realise that he’s still physical from a deal when he does it, so he is visible in the footage making ghost noises, waving his arms around and chortling to himself, generally looking like the massive demon dork that he is. The footage winds up online, and of course everyone dismisses it as fake because, heck, no way Alcor the Dreambender would ever act like that, right? This doesn’t stop Dipper from becoming so embarrassed that he turns beet red despite not even having red blood anymore. Mabel and the triplets tease him for a week over it. Dipper fantasizes about destroying the internet for months.

Tau prompt : the triplets in their first school play with camcorder wielding Mabel, embarrassed Henry who has to sit in the back because no one behind him can see the stage, and dipper who gives the play some ‘real’ special effects

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Three

Honestly, this was starting to get ridiculous. Henry knew he was tall but he wasn’t that tall.

And yet every seat he and Mabel and Stan had tried to take, he would hear a little ‘ahem’ behind him, or the rustling of a seat as the person he was in front of shuffled to see.

After the sixth attempt to sit down, and to prevent a complete meltdown from Stan, Henry excused himself to sit in the last row. If there was one thing about being tall, he thought to himself, is that there was never a bad seat in the house.

As he thought this, Multibear shuffled in, and sat down in front of him, completely blocking his view. 

Two

Stan was never one to diminish Mabel’s enthusiasm or crazy ideas but-

“Hey kiddo?”

Mabel looked up. “Yeah Stan?”

He put a hand behind his head nervously.

“I know you’re excited about this-”

“Grunkle Stan, I know without a doubt that this is going to be the cutest the bestest production of The Rainbow Fish ever.”

“Er, yeah, sure. But-”

He gestured to her lap, and to the professional quality movie camera that looked like Mabel stole it off a set. It was literally half her size, and Stan had no idea how she was going to lift it without a tripod.

“Don’t you think that’s a little…much?”

Mabel’s answer deafened Stan and half the theater in response.

One

Dipper grinned, hovering above the crowd. 

He wasn’t sure why the kids wanted there to be fire in a show that took place entirely underwater, or where Hank had heard about Cthulhu, but for his niblings (and for a week’s worth of their desserts) he was willing to do anything. 

Dipper frowned for a second. Did they tell anyone else about this? Then he shrugged. Oh well, a little chaos never hurt anyone or anything. 

The lights dimmed and the crowd quieted down. Dipper smiled.

Showtime. 

Playful Uncle *Attempt at cute?*

Alcor blipped into the dimly lit room. “WHO DARE SUMMON ALCOR, THE DREAMBENDER?!” He questioned the somewhat familiar room. He heard a rustle in the ambience, unsure of whether it was outside or in. “COME OUT!” he commanded the possibly empty lounge room? Kitchen? He wasn’t sure. He heard a rustling from above and out of the decoratively non descript shadows came three small ginger children, a kamekaze squad of children.

“AARRGHHH OH NO I’VE BEEN HIT,” he collapsed to the floor as the children laughed. “WE GOT YOU UNCLE DIPPER!” squeeled one of the 2 girls. “Rrraarrgh,” and he scooped up his niblings and flopped back first into the lounge. They all laughed joyfully.

Mabel was in the kitchen filming all of this. She later may or may not have later sent it to Paz, Candy, Grenda and Wendy, where they each squeeled and immediately posted it to their private social media pages.

IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH

Unbeknownst to the adults below, they had a small redheaded audience sitting on the stairs, trying their best not to giggle and give themselves away.

“DIPPER.” Daddy didn’t usually raise his voice; he never yelled at them. There was only one person he yelled at and that was Uncle Dipper.

Uncle Dipper popped into the living room with a puff of blue flame and weird egg smell. 

“Wha̛t̀’̵s̨ g̡o͡t y̨o̢ur͞ ͟g̷oat͝ Sa҉v̡ŗa͢?͢” Uncle Dipper drawled, floating in the air.

Daddy, who was wearing the dark blue bathrobe Mommy had made him and had wet hair, pointed a shaking finger at Uncle Dipper.

“You damn well know what! You’re a demon. Your body is only a construction of your mind, a shell. And you not only don’t need to take a bath or shower, you don’t need to use all of the god damn hot water to do it.”

Uncle Dipper shrugged. 

“Sorry.”

Their dad sighed and looked over his glasses, like he did when one of them was in trouble. “Somehow I really doubt that.” He looked Uncle Dipper up and down and then said, “Do that one more time and I’ll ban you to the couch for a month. No more snuggling up with us at night and stealing our warmth.”

Uncle Dipper stopped looking like he was about to laugh. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would and I will.”

There was a creaking of pipes as someone got into the shower and a loud shriek.

Daddy smirked. “I’ll let you explain to Mabel why all the hot water is gone.”

At that the triplets couldn’t hold their giggles in any more.