"What was I thinking?! I can't fight! I've never been in a fight before! Look  at these noodle arms!" Dipper paces around the table, waving his arms.

"You and me are in the same boat then, eh?" I smile and wiggle my own arms, mimicking Dipper's actions. He stops pacing, looks at me moving my arms, laughs, then goes back to nervously pacing.

"Just bonk him over the head! It's nature's snooze button!" Stan suggests, pretending to bonk Mabel over the head while she giggles.

Mabel stands up in her chair, hand on her hips and her mouth in a scolding pout, "Boys! Why can't you learn to hate each other in secret? Like girls do!"  She shakes her head in disapproval.

Stan slaps his knee, snickering, "Sure, listen to your sister! Maybe you can share dresses too!" Beaming, he yells, "BOOM!" throwing his arms up in the air and almost toppling out of his seat, unable to control his vicious laughter.

Dipper ceases his walking back and forth, staring at us three at the table, "M-Maybe he'll just forget about it. Maybe it'll all blow over." He tries to sound confident, but fails horribly.

Soos puts his hand up to speak, nervously looking around, "I don't know, Dipper. Teenagers are dangerous. Those hormones turn them into like, killing machines!" He throws his large arms up into the air for emphasis.

I turn my head to face Soos, "Wait, really?" I ask him in disbelief, well, fake disbelief, because I AM a teenager, I should be 15 right now. 'Actually, now that I think about it. Teenagers ARE killing machines...' *shivers*

"Oh yeah, dude. My cousin Reggie got in a fight with a teen once. The guy broke like, all his arms, all his legs, and I think, killed him or something, I don't know. Me and Reggie were just talking about it." I roll my eyes at his over-dramatic story, that obviously didn't happen!

Hearing what Soos said, Dipper backs into a corner, breathing heavily, "I can't stay here! What if Robbie comes back!? I gotta hide!!" He shoots his head in every which way for an escape.

I stand up and walk over to him, "Look, Dipper. We got ourselves a choice here. We can either go face him like a man, or we can hide indoors like a wimp. What'll it be?" He gets up from his slouch position in the corner, looking proud and determined.

He puts up a finger and opens his mouth, ready to speak. He then puts his finger down and slouches tremendously. "To the arcade," he sighs  and starts trudging out the front door.

"Wimp it is.." I smirk and nod my head, following him out the door and to the arcade.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Soos trapped inside the game, Nort, spelled backwards from Tron!~~

I wander around the arcade for some time, searching for a game called 'Bubble Bobble', my favorite retro game. I stop by Soos, "Heya Soos!" I cheerfully jump him.

"Woah! Oh, hey there Macer! I was just talking to myself, wondering what it'd be like to be inside a video game!" He goes to the side of the machine, drilling his way through the panel and attempting to squeeze himself inside. "I should have thought of this years ago!"

"Uh, Soos, you probably shouldn't- you're gonna get stuck!"

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm totally fine, Macie!"

"Oh my gosh..." I smack my face and walk away from the handyman. I turn the corner and find Dipper, who, of course, is playing Fight Fighters. 'Nah, I'm not going to sneak up on him again, he's already stressed as it is right now.' I shake off my cruel plans and go up to him. "Hey, Dipper?" I put a hand on his shoulder, gaining his attention, "Do you know if they have a game called 'Bubble Bobble' anywhere? It's my favorite game," I ask him hopefully. 'Chances are, it doesn't exist, I mean, this IS a dream..in the world of Gravity Falls.......right?'

"Uh, what? Never heard of it.." he turns back to his game after giving me a baffled look. I stand there and pout, tapping a foot on the ground. "You okay?" Dipper spins back to my direction, his eyebrows furrowed.

I knit my eyebrows and sigh, "Yeah, just bored. How long are we suppose to be in here again?"

He shrugs carelessly, "Sometime after three I guess," and shifts back to his game. I throw my head back and sigh, moving him over to put a quarter in and join him.

He loses his second match and allows me to join, going to put his own quarter in. He drops it on the floor and it rolls to the secret code on the side. He sighs and goes to pick it up, inching past me first, and stops after he squats down. "Huh? Look, Macie, it's a secret code, for.." I see him squint, trying to read the dusty lettering, "For ultimate power.." He stands back up and goes to input the code.

I grab his hand, preventing him from doing the ritual. "Wha-hey! You don't know what that code does! It could, I don't know, erase the whole game, wipe the memory or, or, something!" I throw my one free hand in the air, not letting go of his with my other.

"Woah, calm down, Macie! It's just a code, what's the worst that could happen!" He puts his hand up in defense.

I give him eyes that tell him, 'Dude, this is Gravity Falls!' but I don't think he understood them. "Wh-I-What!? This is Gravity Falls! What do you mean, 'What's the worst that could happen?' uh, I don't know, DEATH? You never know with this town." I cross my arms, satisfied with my argument.

He rolls his eyes and stands his ground, also crossing his arms, "It's a video game code, I don't think death would come to us if I did it. I'm doing it okay?" Although he asked me if he's gonna do it, I don't have time to answer because he already started doing it. 'Stubborn as always, eh Dipper?'

"Fine, but if something happens, or goes wrong, don't come cryin' to me." I watch him nod slowly, concentrating on doing the code right.

Finishing the task, Dipper stands there waiting for something to happen. After a minute he tilts his head, "I guess it didn't work." All of a sudden a blinding white light shoots out of the screen, causing me and Dipper to shield out eyes. "Uhh, Macie?" I hear Dipper call out to me with uncertainty.

I shoot him a look, "Right, right, don't come cryin' to you, I got it.."

"SELECT YOUR CHARACTER!!" I plug my ears from the deafening voice.

'What would happen if we chose a different character? Specifically the evil one, what was his name, Karate something, I think. Prooooobably shouldn't mess with this one..' By the time I come out of my thoughts, Rumble McSkirmish is already present, a gawking Dipper in front of his pixelated body.

My brother looks at me, I shrug, and he looks back at Rumble, his mouth still gaped. "You're....real?" Astonished, Dipper takes a step closer to the character.

He smiles and shouts, "HIGH FIVE!" smacking his hand, to Dipper's hand. Dip recoils his hand quickly.

"Ow! You're pixels are really sharp." He sucks on his hand, then flails it around.

"GREETINGS, CHILD-BOY AND CHILD-GIRL! I AM RUMBLE MCSKIRMISH, FROM THE U.S.A! PUNCH! KICK! PUNCH! KICK!" Instead of kicking Dipper, like in the show, I get kicked by his big, pixel-y foot, getting knocked back a few feet.

"Ugh-Really!?" I get up and rub my now bruised spleen.

"This. Is. AWESOME!" Dipper leaps into the air. While the fighter goes and abuses a change machine, Dipper comes over to me, ecstatic. Picking some dirt out of my hair, he exclaims cheerfully, "Macie, with Rumble around, Robbie will be so scared, I won't even need to fight him! I've got the world's greatest fighter to be my bodyguard!" he gestures his arms in Rumble's direction. He's still beating up the machine..

"And this is a bad idea becaaaaaause, something bad might happen."I say matter-of-factly.

"That was so not a good reason." The boy crosses his arms, not looking pleased.

"Hey! I'm just saying, having a," I lean into him, covering my hand to block my voice reaching Rumble, "to be honest? Dumb. Having a dumb, and probably takes things out of proportion, video game character, that just came into LIFE, is NOT a good idea, no way."

"Eh, he's my responsibility-hey, have you been taking your pills?" He points at my face, a stupid, innocent look on his face and an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

My face goes red with anger and embarrassment, "Wha-Yes! Why, why would you ask me that!?" My hands in an 'I don't know' like formation. I so badly want to grab him by the collar of his shirt right now.

"N-no reason! Hey, would you look at that," he nervously points to Rumble, sweat starting to form on his forehead, "a real life video game character! Let's, let's go look at that, shall we!" He scurries off to the man. 'Ohhhh, you sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Viking-ness... contained? THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!'  I throw my finger in the air, much like Hiccup did in the movie.

I practically roll my eyes to the back of my head but follow him out of the arcade. I try to keep my mind off of the stares people are giving us three.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Rumble eating half a taco and replenishing all of his health. Why doesn't that work for me!?~~

I stand in the kitchen doorway, leaning on half of my body, amusingly watching Dipper try to feed Rumble. I jump back, startled, when some food items get thrown in my direction. "Errg, Dipper!" He turns and looks at me, "What are you even doing! My head was almost got taken off, with how fast that crock pot was moving towards me!" I point to Rumble, who is still throwing things.

"Uh, I know, he's just,"

"I don't think you do.." I mumble quietly, making sure he doesn't hear.

"he's uh, just looking for something to fill his health bar back up."

"Why does he need to fill his health? He didn't get in a fight, at least, not that I know of.."

Dipper laughs and rubs the back of his neck. I face palm. "Out with it then." I sigh inconspicuously.

"Uh, he might have gotten in a fight with a squirrel, when you walked back into the shack, annnnd he may or may not have lost. Badly," he tells me, his hands put together, pointing outwards.

"Ughh, of course he did," 'Didn't happen in the show, well, not that the audience could see, that is.'  "why wouldn't he?" I put a hand on my forehead, taking my leave from the kitchen.

"I'm way to young for this.." I say too loud, hearing Dipper snicker behind me. "Don't make me come back in there, Mother Bird," I sneer, stopping for a minute to breath in his reaction.

"Wha-Mother Bird? Where did that come from! Macie?!?" He draws out my name. I laugh, now running away in order to not get caught.

I stop my running when I reach the stairs and internally argue with myself whether or not I should go up to our room or stay down here.

"Macie! Rumble and I are going to Circle Park to scare Robbie!!" I hear Dipper shout from outside. 'Well, looks like I'm going to the park!'  I stroll out the front door, seeing a glimpse of Dipper turning the corner on the road.

"Wait for me, Broseph!" I jog up to them.

We reach the park and sit on a bench, while the pix-elated fighter practices on some trees. Dipper doesn't even look concerned. My stomach grows nauseous for what might go down. "Ughh.." I lean my head down in between my knees.

"Macie?" I feel a hand on my back.

"Don't feel good."

"Right, it's normal for uh, getting ready for a fight?" I roll my eyes.

"This," I have an arm out, motioning to everything around us, specifically Rumble, "is not normal.."                                  

"Uh, true, but it'll be fine!"

"Riiight."

"What?" I feel him take his hand off of me.

"Nothing, nothing to worry about, right?" I snap. 'Oops, I didn't mean to snap. Crap.'

"Right, okay then." 'I don't think he bought it, oh well.'

Hearing footsteps on the ground, I lift my head, squinting my eyes to adjust to the new lighting.

"Well, well, well! Look who decided to show up! I thought you chickened out. You ready to settle this like men?" I see Robbie confront Dipper, who was already standing up. Looking around to find Rumble, I see that he's in some..artificial shadowing? 'Not even gonna ask..'

"Look dude, I don't think you want to fight me. Let's just call this thing off before someone gets hurt." Dipper shrugs smugly, his hands in his shorts pockets. 'Oh my gosh..I know how this goes but that doesn't mean it's not hard to watch in person..'

"You scared, huh? Is that it?"

"Okay, dude! You asked for it!" I kinda feel bad for Robbie when Dipper snaps his fingers. At the sound, Rumble emerges ominously from the shadows.

Robbie shields his eyes, "Who's your friend, and why is he...blurry?" 'Why is it so amazing to hear the voice of Tuffnut in person?'  I space out and think of all the best Tuffnut moments.

I don't even notice the havoc that is happening around me until a fireball flies past my face. "Oh my- what the heck-ahedron?" My eyes widen, seeing the mess Rumble made in his, 'Rage? Revenge? What is his motive again?'  "Dipper what the heck is happening?" I hide behind his back.

"I don't know! He was just supposed to scare Robbie!"

"Did you make it clear on what you wanted him to do?"

"Yes!"

"Was he listening and/or understood what you wanted him to do?"

He stays silent, giving me the impression that the answer is no.

"Dipper, your ego is going to be the death of you."

He sighs and runs off to catch Rumble. "W-wait! Shouldn't I go with you?" I reach my hand out to Dipper.

He turns to face me and smiles, "Nah, like you said, don't come cryin' to you if things went wrong."  I return the smile and he sprints off again.

'I have time to spare I guess. Shouldn't be too long until they get back here..'  I twist my lips into a pondering pout, taking in my surroundings to figure out what to do for the time being. 'What the...' I knit my eyebrows, shielding my eyes to get a better view of the water tower. 'Yup, that's Mabel and Stan alright...almost forgot what she was up to this episode.'

I shrug and decide to join them, stepping up the ladder. 'Mabel'll need some support to get down the ladder after the events of this episode, so I might as well do it. We don't actually see how Mabel gets down.'

"Hey guys, why are you up on this water tower?" I hope my confusion was buy-able.

Stan, who was gripping the handle like a mad man, doesn't even turn his head to face me he's too petrified to move. "Hey, Macie!" Mabel cheerfully greets me, shaking the old tower as she moves over to me.

Stan starts shaking even more by Mabel's movements causing the tower to shake. I laugh and pat him on the back, "Hey, lighten up old man, we are not even that high." I say, leaning over the railing and looking down.

"E-easy for you to say, kid. You're not afraid of heights!" 

"Eh, it depends on the situation," I wave dismissively.

"What is THAT suppose to me-WOAH!" The tower starts shaking furiously.

"Gah!" I grab a hold of the railing after I start losing my balance. I peer over to Mabel, good, she did the same as me. 

Reluctantly, I glance over the edge, seeing Rumble rumbling the tower, 'Heh...rumble...kill me now..'  I backup back to the center of the big water holder thingy. 'I don't what it's called! Only the tower part!'

"Okay guys hang on!" I shout through the wind that is being picked up from the rattling.

"Way ahead of you, sister!" Stan cries, sweat pouring from every inch of his face and his knuckles going white.

"Uh Macie? Thought you said you weren't afraid of heights."

"I'm not. Why do you ask, Mabel?" I try to steady my upset stomach.

"'Cuz, you aren't looking so good." 

"Yeah, well it's the movement, not the height. You might as well call me *Cough* Rumble McSqueamish-!" 'Ugh..I hate everything..'

The shaking 'Finally' stops and we all take a moment to catch our breath.  After another couple minutes I hear, in an announcer's voice, "GAME OVER!" I smile and look back to Stan and Mabel. Mabel was recoiled in fear, gripping the the center part much like Stan did and Stan was doing a happy dance. 

"I'm sorry, Grunkle Stan! I thought this would help, but I was wrong! So wrong!!" Mabel cries out, shaking her head and closing her eyes.

"I-I survived! I survived and I feel great! Wait, let me do a cocky dance just to be sure: Alala-loo-doodly-doo-doodly-doo! HAHA! DEAL WITH IT WORLD! STAN PINES HAS CURED HIS FEAR OF HEIGHTS!" Stan does his cocky dance and then starts making his way down the ladder, "Hey, you comin' kids?" He stops, one step down, and looks to me and Mabel.

"Yeah, uh." I jab a thumb to Mabel as he follows it and glances over to her as well.

"Uh-uh." Mabel shakes her head again, still frightened.

"What's the matter, YOU got a fear of heights, now? Haha! Uh-oh." Stan laughs but gets serious just as fast.

"Eh, go on down, I'll take care of her, Grunkle Stan!" I shoo him off with my hand, dismissively.

"Okay," he replies, already descending down the ladder.

I slowly approach my anxious sister, not wanting to startle her any more. "Mable, hey, we can go home now.."

"Uh-uh." She does the same as before.

"Come on Mabel, the tower stopped rocking, it's safe now." I try to prove it to her by taking a step to the ladder, when it rocks even harder.

Mabel looks at me with wide eyes, a terrified look present. 'I don't blame her, I am FREAKING OUT!'

"Okay, change of plans...HURRY!" I grab her hand and tug her to the ladder with me. She complies and hastily climbs down with me. Reaching the bottom, we both double over and breathe heavily. 

"That, *Huff* that was something.." I try to lighten the mood but Mabel just glares at me.."Heh, okay, too early then.." I stand back up and pat her back. "I am so emotionally drained right now, it's not even funnnnyy," I whine while we walk back to the Mystery Shack. I slouch while Dipper limps. Stan walks proudly while Mabel jumps at everything that moves.

And then there's Soos.

Walking in the door I fall over and pass out from exhaustion, though not fully unconscious. Too lazy and tired to get up, I hear someone gasp, Mabel, when they see me on the floor. I suddenly feel myself getting lifted into the air. Squinting my eyes, I see Stan carrying me upstairs and setting me into Mabel's bed.

I yawn and roll over, not caring that I'm in the wrong bed. I hear Stan walk in again, Mabel in tow, assuming he's carrying Dipper, since I hear him get dropped onto his bed as well. Unable to keep my eyes open any longer, I fall asleep.