Good news! I was mostly conscious when writing this part!
Like the last one, no editing will be in this.

"Aw, man. It's been a while since I had real friends, you know? Someone you can trust? This is going to be like, totally righteous." Dippy Fresh rambled, stopping the group's walk in front of a metallic garage door. He flipped it open. "This is where me and my... old friends hang. I kicked them out, though. It was like, gag me with a spoon. They let me be after that..."

"Woah! This is so bright!" Mabel gasped, excitedly exploring the room with her eyes.

Dipper groaned subconsciously. "It's blinding me more and more every second."

Dippy Fresh's expression was hid behind his visor. "If you want, we can totally go inside. My room's way bright also, so we can go around the lame parts my 'rents won't let me change."

"Please." The more mature Dip said.

With a smile, Dippy dragged the twins into the other rooms. Inside, everything was mostly gray.

Dipper watched photo frames as they past by... Dippy's parents looked surprisingly proper. They were sat down on a comfortable, sleek grey/black couch.

Mabel frowned at her surroundings. Dipper looked satisfied. Dippy frowned, staring between both. "Talk about opposites, ammi right?" not waiting for a reply, Dippy continued, sitting sideways on a mini-couch beside them. "So... make yourselves at home, but not to much here."

The twins looked at eachother, as if having a conversation and Dippy watched the exchange from the corner of his eye. Was that a twin thing or something?

"Who is this, Neville? New friends?" Both twins broke from their exchange and turned to a lady wearing glasses. Her eyes were a very dark brown and pierced the twins with judgement.

Dipper stiffed under her gaze and sat proper with his hands in his lap. He gave a weak smile. Mabel, however, bounced up and reached out her hand. "Hi! I'm-"

"She's just a friend, mother. Her name's Mabel and his name is Dipper- don't screw them up. My name was Chad!" Mabel drew back as Dippy stood defensively in front of her. "-but I changed it to Dippy Fresh in honor of my new friends to show my blind loyalty!"

"Neville William Alister. You will not speak to your mother this way. Never in front of company, child."

As Dippy was being dragged to the other room, he talked back to his friends. "Don't worry! Don't leave! Go in the garage if they try kicking you out!"

Both twins cringed as they heard a door slam. They heard a sigh and jumped. A man in a blue button up and dark dress pants entered. Dipper stared at his eyes- extremely dark brown.

"He was never like this when he was younger." The man's deep voice spoke. He pointed to an old family portrait. The center point was Dippy's brilliant green eyes, popping out against his parents' brown. "Amelia and I are hoping this 80's shtick is just a phase. This all started with those stupid glasses. 'Made him want to change who he was."

Mabel smiled sweetly. Uh oh. "Mabel." Dipper warned. She gave him her pissed off look and smiled back to the man im from of her. Dipper interrupted her with an 'ahem' and completely changed the topic. "I couldn't help but notice how lucky your son was to inherit green eyes."... "If you're into genetics..."he added.

"Ah, yes. Neville was lucky. If he didn't inherit third generation green eyes from my family, he would be deemed bastardized and my wife would be sullied. No one but me would be living in this house right now." The man seemed to be glaring at the ground.

Mabel was ready to attack, but Dipper held her back when she launched. She snarled and grabbed for the man, insulting his family like that. "Mabel! Go into your happy place!"

"Mabel's dead! It's only Mad Mabel now!" She raged, sputtering curses at her friend's old man. Dipper dragged his twin into the garage and lock her in."Dipper!!!"

"Mabel! You're too aggressive. Calm down. I'm going to go apologize."

Dipper sighed before returning to the unmoved man.

"I'm sorry about Mabel... She's very... passionate."

"Ah, no worries, my boy. It was not your fault. I'm just glad you were under control of the situation." The man sighed. "Our traditions date back hundreds of years ago, upper classmen we were. It's important at least one child knows the importance of our traditions. Some are more... archaic. Than others, but that's just how it is."

Dipper nodded.

"I'm glad you look like my son. It's how you met, I assume seeing no other traits his previous friends had." He continued. "I hope you are a great influence on my son."

Dipper smiled, knowing full well how much of that wasn't true. "I hope so too."

Minutes later, Dippy stepped in. He scowled at his dad and blushed as he dragged Dipper out. "He hates you guys, doesn't he? Where's Mabes?"

"Actually, he thinks I'll be a good influence on you. Also Mabel's in the garage."

Dippy threw open the garage door and slammed it behind them. He sighed. "I'm sorry about this guys. You can go now if you want..." he pouted at the ground.

Mabel stared intensely at her brother. Dipper shrugged back. "We could always hang out at our place." The twins said unanimously.

Dippy grined. "Tubular, brahs."