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Stanford Pines knew just by looking out the window that it was going to be one of those days. He also had a suspicion that the two children living in his attic had something to do with it (as they seemed to attract the mysterious and odd things in the world like a beacon) and subsequently hollered at the top of his lungs,
"Would you kids get down here?!"
After several moments of silence, Stan was slightly satisfied to hear the sound of small feet growing louder as they clambered down the hallway and the stairs until they finally got to the living room, Dipper’s cheeks red from the exertion and Mabel’s eyes shining with curiosity.
Stan flung a hand at the window. “Can either of you explain this?”
"Explain what, Grunkle Sta—-oh."
"Oooooooh!"
The twins’ eyes grew even larger, taking in the scene of a Gravity Falls blanketed in several inches of snow. Dipper’s mouth moved up and down, not producing any actual sound, as his mind raced, trying to figure out what on earth could have produced about 3-4 inches of snow in July when the high yesterday was 85 degrees.
Mabel’s thoughts immediately turned to more pressing concerns.
"Dipper!" She gasped, drawing away his attention momentarily. "We didn’t bring anything to wear in the snow!"
Stan took a sip of his cup of coffee, suspicions laid aside and his mind turning to thoughts of how to make this odd phenomenon work in his favor. He waved carelessly at the ceiling, already walking off.
"Check the closet in the attic. I think I got some of Soos’ old winter clothes still in there."
Mabel raced off as Dipper ‘hmm’-ed, pulling out The Book and flipping through it, looking for any mention of winter spells or ice monsters or—-
The sound of knocking at the door.
"Er, coming!" Quickly stowing away The Book in his vest, he ran to the door, gingerly opening it. It was pushed open fully by Soos, fully wrapped in a puffy winter coat, hat, and scarf, shivering as he attempted to push most of the snow that came inside the house back outside.
"Dude, it’s like, seriously cold out there!" Soos patted his gloves and stamped his feet, dropping excess snow onto the hall rug. He removed his hat, placing it on the hat stand, and then glanced at Dipper. "Did you, you know…"
"I had nothing to do with this!" Dipper fumed. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to have every out of the ordinary thing blamed on you (granted, most of the things that happened in Gravity Falls this summer were partially because of him) and Dipper was about to go into one of his rants when he noticed—-
"Do you…have something under your coat, Soos?"
"Hmm? Oh, dude, I almost forgot." Soos opened his coat to reveal three kids huddled close, hugging the man for warmth.
"Norman? Coraline? Raz? What are you doing?"
"W-what d-does it look-k li-ike?" Coraline bit out through her chattering teeth, looking utterly miserable and frozen with just a yellow rain coat for warmth. "This-s snow came out of nowhere, and w-we all thought, w-well…"
"T-that you might know w-what’s g-going on," Norman finished, shivering almost as much as Coraline. He let go of Soos for a moment to adjust his hoodie and then went right back to clinging to him. "My p-parents are f-freaking out about this."
Raz didn’t look quite as affected as the other two, letting go after a few moments and stretching, cracking his knuckles. “Where’s Mabel, by the way?”
A cheery shout echoed throughout the Mystery Shack. “Up here! Come on!”
The kids all raced up the stairs, not hearing Soos’ half-dejected mutter of, “Catch you dudes later,” before heading off towards his duties.
In the privacy of the attic, Dipper pulled out The Book and and began flipping through it quickly. Coraline and Raz went to sit by Mabel (who had set up a sewing table and was going through a pile of children’s winter clothing faster than what most people considered humanly possible), the three immediately launching into a conversation about snow, winter, and their various experiences with the elements.
Norman, perched on the edge of Dipper’s bed and staring at a corner of the room, broke his stare to question, “Find anything?”
"Not yet—-Aha!"
The kids all immediately quieted, leaning forward, eyes wide. Dipper cleared his throat and narrated,
June 20th
In the short time I’ve spent in Gravity Falls, I have heard of a phenomena that occurs every several years. It is not regularly timed or always on the same day, but every so often in the summer a blizzard will descend upon the city, lasting several days before vanishing without a trace. While attempting to investigate, I believe I finally determined who is responsible and have captured his likeness.
Dipper then pulled out an aged piece of paper and carefully unfolded it to reveal a simple sketch. It was of a young man with white hair carrying a long hooked staff, flying through the forest. He passed it to Norman before picking up the book and continuing,
July 5th
I believe I have found the name of that mysterious spirit, the one who brings the blizzards in summer. However, it appears that I am the only one who can see him.
Reasons:- The Sight?- a curse?
- Belief?? (Dipper noted this entry was circled several times)
My attempts to talk to him have been futile, as he always flies off before I can get close enough to talk and I cannot track his unpredictable behavior. Nevertheless, I hold faith that one day I will be able to find and speak to
"Jack Frost."