You sighed, holding a couple of bags on your shoulders and arms. Nothing you can’t handle, though. After being in the military, the heavy bags seemed like little to nothing.

You had left your two younger siblings, Dipper and Mabel. In September, you had left to be shipped out—leaving the twins to stay with your parents and in school. You had officially been freed from basic training and your other duties in May, and wanted to visit

The bus flew down the rock scattered road, a couple almost hitting you. Was this seriously your great-uncle’s house? It was a tourist attraction. The sleepy town of Gravity Falls seemed like nothing, so why was this here?

Little did you know.

You walked in the house, still in your military uniform. Tourists had shoved you aside with their shoulders, taking pictures of things that seemed so obviously glued together.

You leaned on the counter, staring at the redhead at the counter. She raised an eyebrow, putting down her magazine.

“Can I help you?” She hummed. You looked at her name tag. Wendy.

“Hey, do you know where Dipper and Mabel Pines are?” You asked, resting your crossed arms on the counter. She glanced at your own tag on your uniform. Last name, Pines. Her eyes widened as she grinned.

“Hey, you’re that military older sister they’re always talking about. Yeah, they’re in the back. Just head through the doors that say “no tourists beyond this point.”” She pointed, and you nodded, picking up your bags again.

You thanked her, leading off and nudging the door open with your shoulder. There was everyone, minus about one person who you didn’t know.

They were all watching a movie, and you chuckled. “What, nobody wants to care that I’m here?” Heads turned. Mabel squealed in delight as Dipped chuckled. Both got up to cling onto you, hugging you.

“If it isn’t my great-niece.” Stan chuckled, looking up to you. The other one raised an eyebrow.

“There’s another?” The man got up and stuck his hand out to shake. He had six fingers? “I’m Ford. Stanford. I’m Stanley’s twin.”

What???