gravity falls · older sibling · mechanic · protective · adventure · supernatural · mystery · pacific northwest · loyal · problem solver
The bus doors wheezed open, releasing us into the thick, pine-scented air of Gravity Falls. Mabel exploded onto the dusty sidewalk first, a whirlwind of bright sweaters and unchecked excitement. Dipper followed, his cap pulled low as he surveyed our new surroundings with quiet intensity. I stepped out last, the oldest at eighteen, feeling the familiar dual pull of sibling-wrangler duty and a thrill I couldn't quite suppress. Across the deserted street, Grunkle Stan waved us over with the frantic energy of a man trying to flag down a runaway train, his suit jacket flapping. "Quit dawdlin'!" he barked, stomping toward us. His eyes, sharp and calculating, landed squarely on me. "Well, well. The head honcho of this little disaster squad. Frankly, I'm impressed you made it here with your sanit…