This will all make sense after this one-shot. And I also thought this remix goes with this one-shot. Enjoy!

*WARNING: MAJOR SPELLING ERRORS AND UNEDITED*

You and Dipper's Age: 12

~•~Your POV~•~

:::::FLASHBACK:::::

"Hehehehe! Wait up!" Ford yelled from behind Ley and I.

"Heh! Yeah, you should keep up." Ley laughed.

"Come on, slow-poke!" I laughed.

"I...I can keep up!" Ford said, as we reached the boraded up cave.

We peek through the boards,

"Whoa!"

"Cool!"

"Neato!"

We said separately.

"Mysterious, boarded-up cave! It might be filled with lost prehistoric life forms! Or mesoamerican gold!" Ford said.

"Uh, ladies first." Ley said.

Ford and Ley punch each other and laugh.

"Should I be offended?" I chuckled, punching both their arms, making them laugh and smile.

Ford tries to pull a board off of the cave, but fails and falls backwards. Ley and I laugh at him.

"Ha ha! Good thing you've got your smarts, Poindexter. I've got the other thing. What is it called? Oh, right, punching!" Ley punches through the boards, then looks at his hand, which now has splinters all over it, "Cool. Splinters!"

Ford shines flashlight into the cave as do I with mine, "Whoa, it's so creepy in here!"

Ley comes into the cave behind us, "Hey, don't worry, bro. Wherever we go, we go together. Don't forget to leave our names so they know who owns the place."

"Yeah!" I cheered.

Ford writes on the wall in marker: Stanley, Stanford, and (Y/n) Pines. I'm not in their family, but since I was like a sister to them, people mistaken us as triplets. I got used to people calling me (Y/n) Pines.

We walk off, chanting: "Pines! Pines! Pines! Pines!"

:::::PRESENT:::::

We all stood there, starring at Ford.

"Finally! After all these long years of waiting, you're actually here! Brother!" Stan said.

Out of nowhere, Ford punches him in the face. I was a little taken back at his sudden move, so was Ley.

"Oh! Ow! What the heck was that for?!" Stan yelled.

"This was an insanely risky move: restarting the portal! Didn't you read my warnings?!" Ford yelled.

"Warnings, schmarnings. How's about maybe a thanks for saving you from what appears to be, I don't know, some kind of sci-fi side burn dimension?" Stan asked.

"Thank you? You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you DID THIRTY YEARS AGO?!" Ford yelled.

"What I did? Why, you ungrateful..." Stan tries to punch him but Ford ducks and grabs him instead, "Don't expect me to go easy on you, just because you're... family." Ford slams him to the ground, "Ah!"

"Hey, hi. Mabel here. Quick question: WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Mabel asked.

"Stan, you didn't tell me there were children down here. And some sort of large, hairless gopher?" Ford said.

"Heh heh. I get that a lot." Soos laughed.

I ran up to Ford, hugging him tightly. He was taken back, as he looked down at me.

"(Y/n/n)?" He asked.

I looked up at him, still hugging him, and gave him a goofy smile.

"Heya, Fordsie." I whispered.

Ford smiled down at me, chuckling and patting my head.

"They're your family, Poindexter. Shermy's grandkids." Stan mumbled, crossing his arms.

"I-I have a niece and nephew?" Ford walks up to Mabel, shaking her hand, "Greetings. Do kids still say greetings? I haven't been in this dimension for a really long time."

"Whoa, a six-fingered handshake? It's a full finger friendlier than normal!" Mabel smiled.

"Heha, I like this kid. She's weird." Ford smiled.

"I-I can't believe it. You're the author of the journals!" Dipper said, in pure shock.

"You've read my journals?" Ford asked, a smile on his face as he pulled his journal out.

"I haven't just read them; I've lived them! I've been waiting for so long to meet you, I-I don't know what to say I have so many question I-" He starts breathing heavily, "Oooooohhh I think I'm gonna throw up." Mabel comes over to him quickly, patting his back, "Hmmpf! No-no, false alarm. Hmmpf! Just gotta ride it out!"

"Listen, there'll be time for introductions later. But first, tell me, Stan: are there any security breaches? Does anyone else know about this portal?" Ford asked.

"No, just us. Also maybe the entire U.S. government." Stand said.

"The what?!" Ford yelled.

They go over to the secuity monitor. Agent Powers is shown on security camera, talking to the other agents: "Fan out! We're not going anywhere till we find Stan Pines and those kids!"

Ford sighs, "Okay. It's all right. We've got a while before they find this room. We just need to lay low and think of a plan."

"Well, it looks like we're stuck down here for a while. Who wants to tell us their entire mysterious backstory?" Mabel asked.

"Yes, I have some questions about this myself, Stanley and (Y/n/n)." Ford said.

"Stanley?" Dipper asked.

"But... your name is Stanford." Mabel said.

"Wait, you took my name?! What have you been doing all these years, you knucklehead?!" Ford yelled.

"I told you you shouldn't have taken Ford's name." I said, shaking my head.

"Yeah, Grunkle Stan, no more lies! You owe us some answers: What's the deal with this portal? Why did you keep this a secret? (Y/n), how do you know the author and why haven't you told us?" Dipper asked.

"And what happened between you and your brother?" Mabel asked.

"I hope all this aligns exactly with my fanfic, Stan. If not, I will be very disappointed." Soos said.

"Okay okay okay, I have a lot of explaining to do. It all started... a lifetime ago..." Stan said.

:::::FLASHBACK:::::

(There will being some narration in the flashbacks. Italics mean someone is narrating.)

Nineteen sixty something. Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. I lived with my ma and pa in the Lead Paint District in the family pawn shop. Dad was a strict man. Tough as a cinderblock and not easily impressed. Ma was a pathological liar, which served her well as a phone psychic. And then there was my twin brother, Stanford. As if his abnormally high IQ wasn't enough, he also had a rare birth defect: six fingers on each hand.

Which might have explained his obsession with sci-fi mystery weirdness. For me, I had what mom liked to call: personality. And as for (Y/n/n) we met her when we were your kids ages. She had some sort of 'problem' with her age. She hasn't explained to how and why, but all me and Ford know is that she never ages. But she was our best friend. But as different as we all were, we were the perfect team. And every day we'd wander the beach, looking for adventure.

"Whoooaa..." Ley, Ford, and I choursed.

We all starred at the broken down boat.

"A shipwrecked sailboat." I said

"Possibly haunted by pirate ghosts!" Ford cheered.

"This is the greatest thing I've ever seen! And I've once seen a dead rat floatin' in a bucket!" Ley said.

Ford and I both laug, as Ford pushes him, "Hahaha, ew, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh, you know what this thing's missin'?" Ley asked.

"Flags." Ford and I choursed.

We push the boat out of the cave, Ley and Ford's shirts hanging off the masts our flags, down the beach. I had a tank top under my shirt, so I used my shirt as I flag too. They are both badly sunburned, as only my arms and face was sunburned.

"Kings of New Jersey! Kings of New Jersey! Kings of New Jersey!" We yelled.

Ford kneeled down in front of the boat which has "STAN O' WAR" painted on its side, "I dub thee: the Stan O' War!" Ford gets hit in the head by a small rock, "Ow! What the heck?" We all glare at three bullies standing nearby, as they laughed at us.

"Well, well, if it ain't the loser triplets. Nice boat. Ya get it at the dump? Heheheheheheheh!" Crampelter snickered, high fiving his two friends.

"You would know, Crampelter!" Ley yelled, standing up.

"Get lost!" I yelled, throwing a rock at them, which missed the,.

"Listen, dorks, and listen good." He points at Ford, "You're a six-fingered freak," He points at Ley, "You're just a... dumber, sweatier version o' him," He points at me, "And you're just a dumb girl verison of them. And you're lucky you have each other because none of you will ever make any friends!" He starts to leave with his friends, "Ha, hahahaha! Dorks and losers..."

Ford looks down at his hand. Ley and I come over to Ford.

"Hey. Don't let those idiots get to you." Ley said.

"But I am a freak. I just wonder if there's anywhere in the world where weirdos like me fit in." Ford sighed.

"Hey, you're not alone." I smiled.

"Hey, chin up, buddy. Look." We all look at the sea, "One of these days, we're gonna sail away from this dumb town. We'll hunt for treasure, get all the girls, and be an unstoppable team of adventurers." Ley smiled.

"You've already got one gal." I smirked, messing both their hairs up, making them chuckle.

"You really mean it?" Ford asked.

"High six?" Ley asked.

"High six." Ford daid, as he high sixes him.

"Hey? Don't leave me hanging, Fordise." I fake pouted, holding up my hand.

He smiles and rolls his eyes as he high sixes me.

Those were the good times. Those bullies may have been right about us not making many friends, but when push comes to shove, you only really need two to keep you together. Ford's brains seemed to get more impressive every year. So did our pet project. Sure I got in more than my fair share of trouble, but when your brother's the smartest kid in school, you've always got a leg up on the competition. Around the time Ford and I started high school, we haven't seen (Y/n/n) sense. It was sad for us to lose or not know where one of your best friends went, but there was nothing that we could really do. The future was lookin' bright. For Ford and I. Till one day...

(A/n: I'm not gonna go into full detail, like rewrite the episode, I'm only going to leave the narration.)

After I found out that West Coast Tech wanted to see Ford's science experiment, and without Ford I was just half of a dynamic duo. I couldn't make it without him. And now, thanks to that dumb college, I was gonna lose my brother forever. Thanks to one dumb mistake by accidentally breaking his expirement, I had no brother, no home, no nothing. But I had a plan to fix everything.

:::::PRESENT:::::

"Oh! This story's so sad! I know what you two little broken teacups need: to hug it out! Hug it out! Hug train's comin' in the station. HUGAPOLOOZA! TWO THOUSAND!" Mabel said.

"Kid, will ya knock that off? I'm tryin' to tell my life story here. I had decided I wasn't gonna show my face at home until I made something of myself. Unfortunately, the treasure-hunting business was slow going. Apparently gold was some kind of... rare metal. Luckily I struck a different kind of gold.... in sales. I started commercails for a porduct called Shammies. I had made my mark, all right. Unfortunately, so did the Shammies.

"Apparently the cheap dye I used to color them only made stains worse. Customers went crazy about that. Fortunately they were using Stan Co. brand pitchforks. I was officially banned from New Jersey, but with a quick name change, Steve Pinington was ready to take on Pennsylvania. I started another commercial for a product called The Rip-Off. It was supposed to not give you rashes. It gave ya rashes. I traveled the whole country, sometimes outside of it, always one step ahead of the law, looking for something that would be my big break." Stan said.

"Whoa. So that explains all the fake IDs." Mabel said.

Dipper looked at Ford, "But, wait, what about you? Did you end up going to your dream school?"

"Not exactly. I went to a different college, called Backupsmore. In a place like that, I had to work twice as hard. Luckily, that's what I do best. I went from undergrad to PhD three years ahead of schedule, wrote a thesis that was nationally ranked, and was awarded an enormous grant for my own scientific research! But what to study. My whole life I'd been teased for my six fingers. But that got my thinking about anomalies: things that were odd, unusual, statistically improbable. And according to my investigations, there was one place with a higher concentration of these things than anywhere else. A small lumber town in roadkill country, Oregon: Gravity Falls." Ford said.

Stan cuts into the connversation, "Meanwhile, your old uncle Stan was doing great. I had come up with a sophisticated new business strategy. I was in great shape, living on my own, and the best part was: I didn't need help from nobody." I rolled my eyes, knowing that wasn't true since he told me about this 'new business' strategy.

"I was heading out on my own as well. I set to work using my grant money to investigate the strange properties of this town, but what would I find here? I began to investigate at once. I knew I'd have to record my findings. I began to keep a journal..." Ford said.

Dipper screams, like a girl may I add, "THE JOURNALS!!!"

Everyone is staring at Dipper.

"Sorry, sorry,- " Dipper clears his throat, "-Just got excited there... About the journals... Keep-keep talking."

"I began to keep a Journal..." Ford said again.

Dipper screams, once again, exactly like before.

"Just going to ignore that. There were anomalies everywhere. And the more I looked, the more I saw. It was finally a place where I felt at home, but something nagged at me: where did it all come from? It seemed to me the answer must come from outside of our world, a dimension of weirdness leaking into ours. I realized the only way to understand Gravity Falls would be to build a gateway: a portal to the source of its weirdness. But I couldn't make it alone. I decided to call up my old college buddy, Fiddleford McGucket, a young but brilliant mechanic, who was wasting his talent trying to make personal computers in some garage in Palo Alto.

"Many long nights were spent perfecting the machine. It would be a crowning achievement of my studies. An answer to the source of this town's anomalies. The time had come to test it. But, it all went down hill. Fiddleford went crazy after he almost got stuck in the protal. He quit as well. Soon after he left, I was in over my head, and feared I was losing my sanity. I needed help. Someone I could trust." Ford said.

"So, he calls me over. I didn't understand anything that he was doing. He told me there isn't much time. He shows me this thing, and say's a trans-universal gateway, a punched hole through a weak spot in our dimension. He asked me if I remembered our plans to sail around the world on a boat, which of course I rememebered, but he told me to take this book, get on a boat, and sail as far away as ya can! Of course I got angry! After finally ten years when he wants to see me again, he tells me to get as far away from you as possible!? He didn't understand what I've been through! I've been to prison in three different countries! I once had to chew my way out of the trunk of a car! He thinks he's got problems? I had a mullet! Meanwhile, where has he been? Living it up in his fancy house in the woods! Selfishly hoarding his college money, because he only care about himself." Stan yelled.

"I didn't know how he could say that after costing me my dream school! I gave him a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in his life and he wouldn'tt even listen! The next thing I kne he takes out lighter, holding it up to my journal. We end up in a big fight. The portal accidentally turns on as we fought. He punches me, making me stumble backwards and trip over the lever to the portal. He shoves me back into the portal light, and I start getting sucked into it. Before I get stuck in the portal, I throw Journal 1 at Stan and I disappears into the portal." Ford sighed.

"The portal turns off soon after. I'd lost him. I didn't know if he was dead or alive in some distant galaxy, but I knew his journal must have the answer to getting him back. Somehow. I didn't get much sleep that night. Or the night after that. I tried for weeks to turn that dumb machine back on. But without the other two journals it was hopeless. Finally I ran out of food. I had no choice but to go into town. People mistaken me as Ford, and they said that pay anything to see what kind of stuff he did. I need the money, so of course I told them I gave tours.

"So I came up with a plan. I couldn't leave my brother's house until I figured out how to save him, but I needed to pay his mortgage somehow. For once in my life, people were actually buying what I was selling. And so the Murder Hut was born! Later renamed the Mystery Shack. Finally I found something I was good at. For once being a liar and a cheat paid off. The old me was dead, and I'd faked a car crash to prove it. By day I was Stanford Pines: Mr. Mystery. But by night I was down in the basement, trying to bring the real Stanford back. I couldn't risk anyone learning the truth and sabotaging my mission, so I lied to everyone: the town, my family, your parents, even you kids." Stan said.

"What about (Y/n)? She was already at the Shack when Dipper and I came this summer. If she left while you guys were in high school, how is she here now?" Mabel asked.

Ley and I looked at each other.

"Well, um, It was a month after I started working at the Mystery Shack..." Ley started.

:::::FLASHBACK:::::

~•~3rd POV~•~

Stan was behind the counter, counting his money, when he hears the door open. He glanced up at the door, back down at his money, but then quickly looked back up at the person who walked in. (H/l) (H/c) hair, (E/c) eyes, her adventure outfit. There was only one girl that Stan knew that looked like this.

"(Y/n/n)?" He asked.

The girl turned her head over towards Stan, tilting her head slightly. She regonzied that voice. She heard it from somewhere. But where? Soon she realized, hitting hr hard.

"Ley?" She asked.

Memories from when they were both the same age flooded into the middle aged man and the young girl. A smile went onto both their faces. Stan put his money back int the cash regesteir. He got up from his seat, walking over to the girl. He kneeled down to her level, looking into her eyes. Tears were in her eyes, a smile still on her face, as she hugged the man. Stan hugged her back, feeling tears in his eyes as well.

"I can't believe you're here, (Y/n/n)." Stan said.

"Well, I'm back baby!" The girl cheered, as she broke from the hug and laughed.

"Where have you been?" Stan asked.

"Um, long story." She said.

"How did you find me?" Stan asked.

"I wasn't planning on finding you. I saw a little Shack, so I went to it." (Y/n) said.

"Where have you been staying?"

"Um, no where, actually. I don't have a home, anymore."

Stan frowned at (Y/n), who looked down at the ground. An idea came into Stan's head. He smiled again, lifting (Y/n)'s head up.

"How'd you like to stay in live with your ol' pal, Stanley?" Stan smiled, a smile he gave her when he was tweleve.

Her eyes widened at the man, "Really?! You'd do that- for me?"

"I'd do anything fo my best friend! I'm not some kinda mean old man." Stan chuckled, making (Y/n) smile and chuckle.

"Yes! I'd love to stay! But, could you do me another favor?" (Y/n) asked.

"And that would be..?"