"Hey, have you seen my pants?"
She stood there, deadpanned, as Stan asked her in his boxers. His top half was wearing the classic Mr. Mystery shirt and coat, all that is missing is his pants. "No," Y/n replied, sipping on the soda. "Where are Dipper and Mabel?"
Stan looked around the kitchen for where his pants could've been misplaced. "The kids are in the room with the wax figures. They have been there since this morning."
Y/n glanced at the clock hung on the wall. She didn't even notice that it's afternoon already. "Oh?" she wondered, "How did they find it?"
"Eh, I have no idea. I even forgot I've been keeping 'em in the Shack!" he replied, marching to the living room. He kept muttering, "Where the heck did my pants go?" under his breath.
"Where did you last put it then?!" Y/n exclaimed, getting tired of him searching.
"I don't remember! That's why I'm looking for it!"
She left him alone by himself. Watching him looking at every crevice for his large pants even got her tired so she went to the room where the twins were.
A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the faces of those wax figures. It really crept her out and she doesn't even know who these people were.
The door was already open when she arrived at the hall. Soos, Dipper, and Mabel in a beret were standing in front of a wax statue. Y/n took a casual sip of her drink.
"Y/n! There you are," Mabel greeted once she saw her. The girl in the sweater dashed towards her friend and grabbed her wrist before pulling her in front of the statue. "What do you think?"
Y/n's jaw dropped as the contents of her Pitt Cola had escaped her open mouth and to the ground.
"Woah!" Mabel exclaimed. "I guess my work is jaw dropping, huh?"
Stan entered the scene, now with his pants on. "I found my pants but now I'm missing my- woa- ha- AH!" He fell to the ground and scrambled away once he noticed the wax figure that looked a lot like his twin brother.
It's not him, Stan. Calm down.
"So, what'd you think?" Mabel asked Stan.
He had to ease his quickening pulse before responding, "I think... the Wax Museum's back in business!"
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All of the people in the Mystery Shack helped transfer all the wax statues outside on a makeshift stage, with banners and chairs already set up.
"Ugh. So creepy," Y/n muttered under her breath as she lifted wax Sherlock Holmes, the last person, to the stand. "Never liked them in the first place."
"In the first place? Have you seen them before?" Mabel said behind her. She must've overheard.
"No. I- I've seen them on TV. I just don't like how hyper-realistic they looked."
Nice save.
"Oh, okay. I think they look cute though!" Mabel replied, holding her hands together with a huge grin. "I hope people will show up."
"I'm sure they will," Y/n reassured, "People will want to be in the reopening of the amazing Wax Museum."
Her sentence was dripping with sarcasm, but Mabel was too much of a sweetheart to notice.
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Gravity Falls: Rewritten!
FanfictionLet's rewind. It all began when a brilliant man named Stanford Filbrick Pines decided he could use some fresh air- as well as an adventure of a lifetime. He thought he could find it at a sleepy town called Gravity Falls, Oregon, but he didn't expec...
