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“Ow.” Jon rubbed his head.
“Are you alright?” Martin asked, looking up from the book he was reading.
“Just felt like a lot. Apparently, there's a town in America that has supernatural occurrences.”
“And?”
“And they aren’t related to the fears.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Sounds nice, except that I don’t know how we’d get there if we wanted to go.”
“Take a plane to America while hoping for the best? We could take busses and trains the rest of the way. I don’t want to bother Helen.”
“You know what? I want to go there. Sounds nice to go somewhere with supernatural occurrences not related to the fears.”
– - –
“The mystery shack? Sounds interesting!” Martin said to the kids sitting next to them on the bus.
“Eh. Our Grunkle is probably going to make us work there.” Said the one in the hat.
“This is going to sound really weird but mind if we tag along? We’re headed towards Gravity Falls as well and we’ll need somewhere to work.”
“I mean, maybe Grunkle Stan won’t make us do as much.”
“I love your sweater! Oh! I’m Mabel and that grumpypants is Dipper!”
“I like yours too! It’s really fun!”
“Martiiiin. I’m trying to take a nap over here.”
“Sorry Jon.”
– - –
“Yeesh. Haven’t you kids heard of stranger danger?” Stan asked, looking at Jon and Martin. “So who are you anyway?”
“I’m Jon, and this is my boyfriend Martin. We’re new and we were wondering if we could work here.”
“Whatever. I suppose I could use some helping hands that aren’t tiny. SOOS! WENDY! COME HERE!”
– - –
“Ok, what happened?” Jon asked, standing in the twins doorway with their arms crossed.
“Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes standing on top of each other and then they asked me to marry them and when I said no they kidnapped me and Dipper saved me and then all the gnomes climbed on top of each other to form a giant mega-gnome and I used a leafblower to defeat them!” Mabel rushed out.
“Wow. That’s-a lot. Don’t worry, I believe you, it’s just a lot.”
“You believe us?” Dipper asked.
“Yeah. You can always come to Martin or I if you have any problems, supernatural or otherwise. I mean, not to assume you want to go up to someone you’ve only known for a few days but-”
“We get it.” Mabel laughed.
– - –
“WAX STAN! HE’S BEEN MURDERED!”
– - –
“I’m sorry! I just can’t do it!”
– - –
“Which means the murderer is-”
“Standing right behind you?” Jon flinched.
“Fu-heckin’ wax figures. Why did it have to be living wax figures?” Jon whispered.
“Jon.” Martin whispered, slightly shaking them. “Snap out of it!”
“We can melt them with hot-melty things!” That snapped Jon out of it. Soon, Jon and Martin were fighting next to the twins.
– - –
“You kids and your imaginations!” Stan didn’t notice Jon's angry glare.
– - –
“Why.” Stan looked up to see Jon and Martin standing in the doorway of his room.
“Why what? And why are you here anyway?”
“Why are you trying to hide the existence of the supernatural.”