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The second summer vacation staying in Gravity Falls, Oregon had been comparatively more peaceful compared to the first one. Sure, there was the occasional cryptid. That Larry fellow they had met last Tuesday had been a complete riot. But overall, Dipper and Mabel and all their friends had things handled. Well, almost all things...
“I’m telling you, Mabel! This is some kind of secret message!” Dipper had exclaimed, “It might not even be from this world.”
He had discovered an odd sort of transmitter in the woods, near the shack. It was giving off a strange garbled voice. Incomprehensible.
“Dipper! I like making new friends as much as the next person, but shouldn’t we know better? Especially after what happened last summer?” Mabel brought up.
Especially after what happened during Weirdmageddon.
But Dipper took one look at Mabel and knew she didn’t actually mean that.
“Secret twin pact?”
“Secret twin pact.”
And then they shook on it, and followed it up with a hug and a pat, pat.
Of course, it hadn’t stayed a secret. Mabel may have talked about it to Candy and Grenda. Dipper, for reasons he didn’t understand, always became clammy around Pacifica. So, she knew. And so did Soos who told Wendy. McGucket found out. And so did Gideon. And the gnomes. And eventually-
“Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Ford!” The younger pines twins exclaimed in the shack’s mysterious basement bunker, having built a brand new portal to match what they could track from their transmitter.
It was stable. Less violent than Ford’s portal, but still.
“Kids, are you both nuts?!” Stan shouted, across the room from them.
But then it snapped, crackled like lightning, and fizzled out. And suddenly, the lights went out!
But a small, flashlight-like, glow emitted in front of the portal. A glow, lighting the outline of someone’s face. Someone with… aura??
Ford turned on the emergency power.
Then, perfectly lit up, stood three figures.
A sort of reptile-esque purple dinosaur, with scruffy brown hair and comfy clothes. A human preteen, with a long moptop and a green sweater. And a soft white goat, in green. With glasses?
“Kris!? Where the hell are we!?” Susie shouted, shaking the human, Kris. Ralsei pushed in his glasses.
“This doesn’t look like a Darkworld.”
In the Pines twins’ attic room—
“Woah! Your face is so fluffy” Mabel couldn’t stop touching Ralsei’s cheeks.
“Cut that out already! You’ve been in his space for fifteen minutes!”
“I don’t mind it, Susie. If this human wants to touch my face-“ Ralsei defends.
“I know, Ralsei, but what do you want?” Susie argues back.
Dipper, pondering with a finger under his chin. That’s when Kris examines him, getting up into Dipper’s face.
Dipper screams and falls on his butt.
“Geez.” Dipper huffs, but takes Kris’s hand when they offer it.
Boy, this was gonna be an entirely different type of summer.