Dippernet

Written by Anonymous

It was a normal day in Gravity Falls at first. A new cafe had just opened up, and Grunkle Stan, Mabel, and Dipper were all there.

"So, what are you gonna get, Dipper?" Mabel asked excitedly.

"I think I'll get a hot chocolate." Dipper said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Grunkle Stan said. "Who said anything about BUYING stuff? We're just here for the free Wi-Fi."

"Grunkle Stan, I didn't know you used the Internet." Mabel said.

"I don't. It's just the Internet is a good way to attract customers, a way to make them think you're - ah, what's the word, - hipster." Grunkle Stan said.

"You mean people can actually find the Mystery Shack on the Internet?" Dipper asked.

"You can find anything on the Internet." Grunkle Stan said, then suddenly getting up. "I gotta hit the can. Be right back, kids."

There was the (stolen) laptop, sitting all alone.

Could you really find anything on the Internet?, Dipper thought to himself, silently approaching the laptop. Mabel saw what he was doing, and came closer to him. He typed in "Dipper Pines."

"Whoa!" Dipper and Mabel both said at once. Over 900,000 results! One of the first results they saw was for something labeled "/co/ - Comics and Cartoons." Dipper clicked the link.

"What do you mean, I can't use the bathroom without buying something?" Grunkle Stan was meanwhile yelling at a cashier.

"Gravity Falls general."

"Dipper's cheeks will end the war on cheeks?"

"Mabel's cheeks. Fuck your shota king."

"Only if he says it's okay for me to do it."

"I want to fuck Dipper and cover his slut face with my fluids."

"We weren't fucked in the ass, we got fucking gangbanged triple-anally."

"Mabel is a dumb bitch."

Dipper and Mabel continued to read in horror, then deleted the history and went back to Stan's tab.

"What...is wrong with those people?" Mabel asked.

"What is their obsession with my cheeks?" Dipper asked. "They're just cheeks!"

"Shh, Grunkle Stan's coming back." Mabel said as Stan approached.

"Ah! Finally tricked the sucker." Grunkle Stan said, sitting down.

Dipper and Mabel were laying awake in bed, still in shock from what they had seen earlier.

"How can there be people like that in this world?" Dipper asked Mabel. He could tell she was upset by how much people hated her.

"Dipper...I think I figured out why they hate me so much." Mabel said. She got up from her bed and approached him.

"Why?" Dipper asked, still laying in his bed.

"Because...we're not together." Mabel said, laying on top of his bed.

"M-Mabel...what do you mean?" Dipper asked. Mabel shushed him and began taking his shirt off.

"M-Mabel..." Dipper started to say again, but Mabel shushed him again, now taking her clothes off. Dipper was down to his boxers, and Mabel was in her training bra and underwear. Mabel laid down in his bed and began kissing his cheeks. "They're right, you are adorable..."

Dipper finally accepted and began kissing her neck. They snuggled tightly together.

"D-Dipper..." Mabel moaned.

"Yes?" Dipper asked.

"You're...you're..."

"Yes?"

"You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

Dipper whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.

If anything, Dipper could say this cab was rare. But Dipper thought, "Nah, forget it. You're home to Bel-Air!"

Dipper pulled up the house around 7 or 8, and he yelled to the cabby "YO HOLMES SMELL YA LATER!" He looked at his kingdom, he was finally there, to sit on his throne as the prince of Bel-Air.