Life in the Present

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Six years after Gravity Falls

(Dipper's POV)

"Could you try not shouting?" I said loudly over Mabel on the phone. She was excited about something.

"You need to get over here. Now!" She then hung up on me.

"Of course, it's not like I have something better to do." I complained to myself. Then found myself laughing because for once I didn't. Maybe searching for a job in my selected field, but it isn't often that an opening can be found. The chances of a place opening up within an hour is low.

I walked the five minute walk to Mabel's pet place, I have no idea what to call it. It takes in rescue animals, but isn't a shelter; it sells pets, but pets from a shelter; it does boarding, but then also sells pets; also, grooming. It's a pet place. I walked in the front door to find a few people cooing over dogs and cats. When Mabel saw me she grabbed me and pulled me into the back.

"Okay, so I know you don't want a pet exactly. But I can supply you with everything this little guy needs, and he just seems so perfect for you."

"Mabel."

"Don't say no until you've seen the cutie." She glared at me for a moment. I shrugged. This wasn't the first time she had done this to me. Claiming that getting along with another animal might help me get along with the human species; I doubted it. Mabel turned around and motioned for me to get closer. She stood in front of one of the cages, whispering to the animal inside. "Don't worry cutie. There's nothing to worry about. My bro just is stopping by to say hi." She spoke as though the animal had any idea what she was saying.

When I finally got a look inside the cage I felt a pang of guilt. The little furball, a cat, was curling itself up trying to hide from us. For the most part the cat was a beautiful gray color, there were a few black spots. One on it's ear, and its back. It stared fearfully at us. That's when I realized it is missing an eye.

"This cutie was surrendered about a month ago, he's skittish from being abused by his previous owner. The shelter that brought him in suggested a quiet house with little interaction until he gets used to it. Which brought you to mind. You are always working when you are home so it's rarely loud, and you wouldn't try and force this cutie to let you pet him. On top of that your roommate is almost never around. And this place, it's too much for him." Mabel stated her point, it could have gone on but she wanted to keep it short and sweet. Otherwise I would have just zoned out on her by no fault of my own.

"Is that his tail?!" The small stump that constituted as the little guy's tail was shaking. It was strangely cute. "It's like a little nub."

"Oh yeah, this guy is a short tailed manx. Thankfully his tail is naturally like that. I already want to hunt down his previous owner and teach them a lesson on how to properly care for an animal."

"Hey Mabel, some people are interested in the collie. I think you should give them the run down quickly." Will poked his head through the doorway. He smiled at me for a moment before walking back out to talk to another customer.

"Duty calls. I'll leave you two alone for a little bit. You really should consider getting a pet. You're getting too cooped up." With that she rushed to gush over some puppy and inform the possible owners of all the special responsibility it will take to care for the dog.

Will didn't take long to contact Mabel after we left Gravity Falls. It was an interesting story. This family got the idea that Will was a child they had taken care of before, being a foster family, and they missed him so dearly and rushed to find him. However, whenever he brought up Bill they would always tell him he doesn't have a brother. Now for all of us Bill just feels like some weird nightmare; though I could never forget how the sky looked in that corn field. Then, of course, the family pet got ran over and Will decided being a vet is what he needs to do in life.

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