Summary-

Dipper and Mabel Pines go to live in the large town of Gravity Falls with their great uncles. Both are excited, but Dipper is a little more than nervous. Exploring new places without the gift known as sight is rather ominous...

Bill Cipher is bored with school. He aces the advanced classes easily and his classmates are rather dull and boring. The new kids might prove to be fun though! Especially that one in a hat..

Chapter 1-New Home

It was going to be Mabel and Dipper Pines' junior year at their school in Piedmont, California. At least, until their parents got new jobs all the way across the country in Washington D.C. The twins' only options now are either to move all the way to D.C. with their parents or live with their great uncles in Oregon. Neither twin wants to go to Washington, so Oregon it is!

Dipper Pines is the younger of the twins by five minutes. He is extremely intelligent and takes advanced classes almost all of the periods in his high school. Unfortunately, the boy is socially inept and finds talking to most people other than his sister to either be impossible or unbearable. Another disadvantage Dipper has is his lack of eyesight. From birth, all he ever saw was a world of black; absolute nothingness. Not that he ever lets it hold him back.

Mabel Pines, the slightly elder twin, holds an excessive amount of creativity. She once made a bounce castle for hamsters out of a few balloons, duck tape, and an air pump. She is not as advanced intellectually as her brother but is smart nonetheless. Mabel yearns for a steady relationship, but can be so overbearing most cannot stand her. Mabel is also constantly trying to find "the one" for Dipper, saying he is too much of a "recluse" caught up in his "nerd books". Of course, Dipper blatantly tells her off and resumes reading a physics book.

Dipper stares out the window, eyes blindly following the endless line of trees. 'Junior year and they do this to us?! We've been in Piedmont since preschool and now we suddenly have to move,' he thinks angrily. Mabel sits next to him with her head leaning on Dipper's shoulder. Loud snores occasionally slip from her, breaking Dipper's thoughts. 'She passed out an hour ago from exhaustion. Well, what can you expect when you are in a constant state of vibrating excitement? I get exhausted just by listening to her!'

The car turns left onto a driveway and the brunette instantly feels the shift of the asphalt to gravel, accompanied by his mother announcing that they were nearly there. 'I wonder what Great Uncle Stanley and Great Uncle Stanford will be like…' The twins' parents told the them that Stanford is a professor at a nearby university and has won several awards for his research and breakthroughs. Stanley on the other hand, is an ex-conman and runs a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. He is apparently so good that he can swindle a clam out of its pearls.

Despite having never met them, both twins are excited to see their great uncles. The one thing Dipper is worried about is how big the new town will be. Stanley and Stanford live in Gravity Falls, Oregon, a town three times the size of Piedmont. Getting around Piedmont on his own was challenging enough the first seventeen years of his life, and Dipper is not good at adapting to change. A new, bigger town seems oppressive to the poor teen.

At last, the car pulls to a stop. Dipper shakes Mabel awake, the latter switching from irritably groggy to a bubbly excited when she sees where they are. "Dipper! Dipper! We're here. We're at the Mystery Shack!"

The female brunette flings the car door open, jumping out and pulling Dipper with her. "Woah!" The boy gasps, trying to find his balance.

Mabel looks expectantly to her mother after she rolls the window down. "You two can go ahead and explore; your father and I will unload your bags," Mrs. Pines tells them after casting a sharp look to her reluctant husband.

Mabel gives a hyperactive nod, taking off and dragging Dipper with her. "DipDop, this place is so cool! The Mystery Shack is a log cabin with, like, two floors and an attic," Mabel informs her brother while mounting the porch steps. "Watch you step~" She knocks on the wooden front door, balancing on the balls of her feet. Dipper is still trying to get a sense of his surroundings, irritated that Mabel didn't let him get his white cane from the car, and shakily grasps for her sleeve.

The door opens, revealing an old man in a black suit with a cane topped by an eight-ball. "Hello and welcome to the Mystery Shack! I am Mr. Mystery! Tours are ten bucks a person."

"He has a voice as gravelly as the road we came in on," Dipper comments dryly.

Mabel guffaws, finding her brother's sense of humor absolutely hilarious. "I'm Mabel, and this is my twin brother Dipper," she chirps once her laughter eased, pulling Dipper into a side hug. "And you must be our Great Uncle Stanley!"

Stanley grins, switching from business mode to a casual one, and ushers them inside. "Come in, come in! You got here earlier than you said you would. I'll show you guys around before you settle in. Maybe if we're lucky, we'll get to see that elusive brother of mine!" Stan wiggles his fingers to emphasize his words, earning another chuckle from Mabel. Dipper, to Stan's unease, shows no change, merely staring oddly at the ex-conman. "W-well, this is the gift shop. I might have you two help in here on busy days." Mabel ogles the room while Dipper keeps his neutral gaze on Stanley.

The twins are lead around the house, Stan showing them the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and the attic that would become their bedroom. During the tour, the twins' parents had dropped off all their stuff in the kitchen- thankfully including Dipper's walking stick -before calling out their goodbyes and leaving for Washington D.C.

"Well, uh, that's the Mystery Shack! I'll leave you two to settle in. Dinner will probably be around six," Grunkle Stan says. (During the tour, he'd gotten sick of being called "Great Uncle Stanley" and insisted on being called Grunkle Stan. It makes him feel less old.) The sixty-something old man exits the room, unsettled by Dipper's stare.

"Do you have to do that to every new person we meet?" Mabel demands once Stan is out of hearing range, glaring lightly at her brother with her hands on her hips.

Dipper cocks his head to the side an innocent look plastered on his face. "Do what?"

"You know what I mean! Staring at them but staring through them at the same time! It freaks them out." Annoyance laces Mabel's tone.

"I just want to see if they notice. Sorry." Dipper shrugs, not looking sorry in the slightest. Mabel sighs, throwing her hands up in the air hopelessly before setting to work on dragging their luggage to the base of the stairs that lead to the attic. Dipper, wanting to be helpful, grabs their suitcases, taking them by the handles and rolling them to where he thinks are the stairs… or not. The blind boy accidentally makes a wrong turn in the hall and instead enters the gift shop, where he run into a solid object. "Oof!" He groans, falling onto his backside.

"Are you okay," a familiar gravelly voice inquires. The person Dipper ran into holds out a helping hand expectantly.

"Y-yeah, sorry Grunkle Stanley," Dipper apologizes while awkwardly scrambling to his feet, oblivious to the hand.

The man frowns, looking down at his hands and saying, "Stanley is my brother. My name is Stanford. Are you sure you're alright, boy?"

Dipper freezes momentarily, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. "Uh, yeah." The blind male holds out a hand. "Sorry for running into you; I didn't see you. We haven't been introduced yet, my name is Dipper."

Stanford takes Dipper hand and gives it a firm shake. Dipper in turn pauses and tilts his head to where their hands meet. "Your shake is unusual. What's different about your hands?"

"I am wearing my work gloves?"

"No… your fingers!" Dipper takes a second to count them. "There are more than five."

"Yes, I have six fingers on each hand. And I can safely assume you are blind, given your strange stare." Stanford concludes. Dipper yanks his hand back, unconsciously reaching for his sightless eyes.

"Y-yeah… you seem more observant than Grunkle Stan. I'm guessing you're my Great Uncle Stanford."

Stanford grins at his great-nephew. "Yes, nice observation. You can call me Grunkle Ford, since Stanley has made up the ridiculous nickname already."

Dipper unknowingly mirror Ford's expression. "Alright then-"

"Dipper! DIPPER!" Mabel's voice cuts through the air, worry tinging it.

"In here!" The brunette calls back. "You'll never guess who I ran into!"

Mabel bounces into the gift shop, intrigued Dipper actually met somebody. "Who is- Oh hey! He looks like a nerdy Grunkle Stan!" She comments after seeing his big, black glasses, work gloves, and ancient trench coat.

"Mabel, this our great uncle Stanford," Dipper introduces, motioning to where he thinks the man is. "Grunkle Ford, this is my twin sister Mabel."

"Hiya!" Mabel chirps, taking and shaking Ford's hand. "Ooh! Six fingers! Cool!"

Stanford chuckles at the twins' antics, remembering his younger days with Stanley when they were that energetic. "Stanley and I are twins like you; though I was the only one born with an abnormality. Well, I see Dipper dropped these suitcases, so you probably are still moving in. I'll leave you to it then. See you kids later." Stanford heads for the vending machine, giving a six-fingered wave before punching in a code and slipping behind the door-like machine. Both twins cheer a unanimous "bye!" before the elder man vanishes from sight.

'Cool! A secret door disguised as a snack machine!' The female twin swoons a bit before turning serious. "Dipper, what did I tell you about running off?!" Mabel turns and scolds him.

Dipper merely shrugs sheepishly, holding his hands out helplessly. "I was trying to help you with the stuff and accidentally took a wrong turn."

Mabel sighs and turns away, unable to stay mad at her twin. "Whatever. Let's finish getting unpacked. And I will be carrying the stuff upstairs." The brown-haired girl adds the last part when she sees Dipper reaching for the suitcase handles. She snatches the luggage away and storms toward the staircase, muttering grievances under her breath. Dipper huffs and follows her upstairs, almost tripping on the first step.

Why did he have to be born blind?