"Have you ever seen a baby that looked old? Like, an old baby?" Mabel asked her siblings as she sat on the couch on the outside porch. She was using Waddles as a pillow as well.

"I once saw a baby with an old man's face on TV if that counts" (y/n) replied from next to her, so bored she didn't even bother to turn her head.

"Welp, we've officially run out of things to talk about" said Dipper, who was hanging upside from the couch next to (y/n).

He sighed disinterestedly.

"If only there was a way to go on an adventure without getting up or tilting my neck."

As if on cue, Soos suddenly pulled up next to them in his old pick-up truck; the back of it filled to the brim with cardboard boxes.

"Who wants a truckload of comic books?" He called out.

All three of the triplets sat up eagerly.

"Whaa?"

Soos took one of the cardboard boxes into the Mystery Shack gift shop, and started to open it.

"Abuelita's filling my closet with her creepy porcelain angels, so I need a place to keep my comic collection" he explained, as the triplets peered into the box earnestly. "Enjoy, dudes!"

Dipper was sitting on the hardwood floor reading a comic book with a red cover.

"Whoa, adolescent power fantasies!"

(y/n) was lying on her stomach, with her comic book lying flat on the floor in front of her.

"Dark antiheroes with ambiguous morals!"

Mabel was lying on her back, holding her comic in the air.

"Pretty men in prettier tights!" She grinned, as she reached over towards a tube of white-out lying on a nearby table.

"And with a little white-out, you can fix boring dialogue!" She said, as she opened the bottle and started to paint white liquid over entire paragraphs. She started making her own corrections with a thick pink maker:

"Egad! My face is 90% chin!"

"I'll never punch away my loneliness!"

Mabel snickered.

"Ha ha! Eisner award, here I come!"

Suddenly, Stan burst into the room, apparently enraged to find everyone lying on the floor reading comics.

"Bah! So called comic-books are dumb rags for babies and the perpetually unemployed!" Stan said crankily. "Soos! Load these into the bottomless pit!"

"But Mr. Pines, comics are a legitimate artistic medium!" Soos tried to argue. "Like easter egg painting or rodeo clowning!"

"Balderdash!" Stan exclaimed. "Words and pictures are an unholy union!"

"Like chicken and waffles" (y/n) said.

Mabel narrowed her eyes at her.

"Debatable."

"Besides, these goof-em-up rags just distract the employees" Stan continued, pointing at Wendy. "Look!"

Behind the counter, Wendy was busy reading a Blarchie edition, not even paying attention to the rest of them.

"Ha ha. Oh, Blarchie. Who needs a personality when you have freckles" she said aloud.

That was Stan's last straw.

"That's it!" He exclaimed furiously, bending down to snatch up the large pile of comics. "I'm hiding these wacky pages before they convince you to go to art school!"

"No!"

"Hey!"

"Boo!"

"My comics! What will I complain about online now?"

With all the comics underneath one arm, Stan opened the door to Ford's rather poorly lit bedroom. In the room's closet was a dusty old wooden chest with a skull on the front.

"I'll just hide 'em in Ford's horrifying old chest" Stan said, as he opened the lid. "No one would ever open this nightmare."

He threw the comics in, and slammed the chest shut.

"There's no way this could ironically backfire! I'm finally free from comics!"

And with that, he got up and left the room, unaware that the skull's eyes started to emit a red glow once he was gone.

"OR WAS HE?"

Later, Stan was sitting in the living room on the couch, scratching himself while watching his favorite TV show.

"Ducktective... You're pregnant?!"

"Quack quack!"

"ANOTHER DAY FINDS GRUNKLE STAN SCRATCHING HIMSELF, PANTSLESS AND ALONE!" Said the narration in a yellow box.

Stan looked up at the new yellow box above his head.

"What the—What is that yellow box?"

"STAN IS VEXED BY THE NARRATION! BUT ALAS, HE IS TOO DUMB TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!" The narration continued.

Stan pointed angrily at the narration box.

"Hey! Cut that out!"

He grabbed a nearby bat and swung through the air, only to miss the narration box.

"STAN SWIPES, BUT IS TOO SLOW TO STOP THE BOX! IS THIS THE END OF OUR HERO?"

"Can it, wise guy!" Stan shouted furiously, as he held the bat up in the air and started to chase the narration box. "I'll teach you to omnisciently narrate me!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"LATER, DOWN IN THE LAB..."

In Ford's lab, Stan pointed up at the narration box above them.

"This dumb box won't stop narrating me" he complained to his brother. "And it keeps using obnoxious words like zounds and meanwhile."

Ford examined the yellow narration box.

"Hmmmmm... You're clearly under some kind of curse" Ford concluded. "Did you insult anyone lately?"

"Oh sure" Stan said, as he started to count all the people he'd insulted on his fingers. "A nun, some girl scouts, the entire house of representatives, and Soos's dumb comics. But I locked those in your old chest in the closet."

Ford's eyes widened with panic.

"Stan! That chest is cursed!"

"Is everything you own cursed?!" Stan shot back.

"MOMENTS LATER... "

Stan and Ford peeked into the closet, where they found the cursed chest, though it looked a little different than when Stan had last seen it.

"Stan Pines! You must atone for the sin of insulting the medium of the graphic novel!" The chest boomed, its skull eyes lit up as a threatening crimson light was being emitted from the inside.

Stan shielded his eyes from the brightness.

"Don't you mean comic?" He asked.

"No! I mean graphic novel!"

"Seems kinda... pretentious is all..."

"Just for that, this world will be your tomb!" The chest declared.

Suddenly, Stan started to dissolve into comic-like dots, which started at his feet and travelled upwards to the rest of his body. All he could do was scream as he was sucked into a comic book called 'The Cursed Stan Issue #1, but he has plenty more issues!'

Ford stared down at the comic book in horror.

"This is bad."

"LATER..."

Ford had shown Dipper, (y/n), Mabel, Soos, and Wendy the comic that Stan was trapped in, and had explained what had happened.

"Oh no! Stan's trapped in a comic!" Dipper exclaimed.

Mabel looked at the bottom of Stan's comic in her hands.

"Oh no! It's expensive!" She cried.

"Oh no! It costs extra for our friends in Canada!" Soos exclaimed.

(y/n) made a 'so so' gesture with her hands.

"Eh, well technically in Canada they use a different currency..."

Ford took the comic from Mabel's hands, and opened it. Instead of a regular comic page, they were looking straight at a white, page-sized portal that led right into the actual comic.

"Well, my brother's charming personality has gotten us into another fix" said Ford, with a slight hint of annoyance. "To get him out, we're gonna have to go inside this comic and rescue him."

"Go inside a comic?" Dipper said. "This is some advanced escapism!"

"Finally! A place where I can be violent with zero repercussions!" Wendy exclaimed excitedly, pumping a fist in the air.

"I want to hug every talking animal!" Mabel chirped.

"I hope we don't die in the real world if we die in there!" (y/n) proclaimed with an equally cheery tone as everyone else.

Ford held out the open comic book towards everyone.

"Alright, everyone, things are about to get two-dimensional" he said with a serious tone. "Say goodbye to your width."

Soos looked down at his protruding stomach, and patted it.

"It has been an honor to serve you" he said respectfully.

"Last one there has to kiss Marmaduke!" Wendy cried.

And with that, the six of them dove right into the portal, barrelling straight into the comic book's storyline.

"TRY TO RESCUE YOUR UNCLE, IF YOU DARE, BUT BEWARE...YOU MIGHT BE 'DRAWN INTO' A TERRIBLE FATE! HAHAHAHAHA!"

The six of them fell into an issue of 'Dipper 'n' Pals,' where Ford was the only one who managed to land on his feet.

Soos landed on his stomach, and everyone else landed on top of him.

Ford didn't waste any time.

"We're in!" He announced to the others. "Now start looking for Stanley and don't touch anything!"

The six of them started walking forward through the woods. Wendy, though, was examining the black boxes that surrounded them in each panel.

"This is so weird—we're stuck in tiny boxes" she commented.

"This must be how mimes feel all the time!" Mabel said enthusiastically.

(y/n) was examining the speech bubbles above everyone's heads that appeared whenever they talked.

"I don't know if I should be blown away, or disturbed by the fact that I can see my own speech" (y/n) said aloud, as yet another speech bubble of her saying just that appeared above her head.

She then started to think.

"I wonder if they can see my thoughts..."

A thought bubble with those words appeared above her head. But before her next thoughts could be projected into another thought bubble, a large black box was drawn over it, and written in white letters was, 'These words have been censored because they are not considered suitable for children under the age of ten.'

(y/n)'s eyes widened in outrage.

"WHAT THE H—"

Before the rest of her speech bubble could be finished, a smaller black box appeared, this time over her mouth.

'Due to older-than-adult language, this character has been banned from the following countries: Finland, Ireland, Switzerland, The Netherlands, all countries ending with 'land'..."

(y/n) simply glared in vexation and shoved her hands into her pockets as she continued forward.

Soos punched himself in the gut, and a 'THWOCK!' appeared in bright red letters.

"Check it out, dawgs! I made a thwock!" he said excitedly.

Dipper bent down over the bottom of the box, and grabbed his hat from a future panel off his head.

He held up the new hat to Soos.

"Cool! Two hats!" he said, before his hat on his head was stolen by himself in the previous panel.

"What? Hey!" he exclaimed, before putting his formerly stolen hat back onto his head.

"I guess I should have seen that coming" he said.

Ford, however, wasn't messing around with their new surroundings like the others.

"Be careful! This world is subjective and unstable and could change styles at any moment!" he warned.

There was a brief zap of lightning, and the next thing they knew, they were in a completely different comic style with round noses, huge heads, and goofy faces.

"Zort! Blerk! I feel funny!" said Dipper, whose hat had a propeller on top of it.

"Yeah, really funny!" said Mabel.

"We seem to be in shmad shmagazine!" Soos exclaimed excitedly. "Watch your step, or you might get spoofed!"

"Too late" said (y/n), who was crossing her arms irritably and eyeing a poster with a caricature of herself angrily firing a giant laser at a gangly red-haired boy. The poster was labelled, '(y/n)'s latest temper tantrum!'

"I get the feeling that this comic book doesn't like me."

"It's just a style fluctuation" Ford explained in a rather over-the-top manner. "Don't get distracted by the zaniness!"

He then approached a purple cartoon character with a pointy nose, spiral glasses, and a daisy on his coat.

"You there! Have you seen a guy around here? Looks like me if I gave up on life?"

"Say, I sure have!" he said, with a huge grin plastered across his face. "I can lead you right to him!"

But before Ford could ask where, the purple man held his daisy and a giant boxing glove erupted from it, nailing Ford directly in the face.

"But you gotta catch me, sucker!"

All six of them started to chase him, only for things to take a rather violent turn.

The triplets had to dodge falling weights, anvils, and arrows flying in all directions.

Soos hadn't been so lucky, and was nailed in the gut by a cannonball, and for a brief moment, he had his breath punched out of his lungs.

"This is way less funny when it's happening to me!" Wendy exclaimed, as she jumped to avoid a mouse trap and a bear trap.

Ford ducked to avoid getting hit by a flying log on a rope.

"Follow that creature to Stanley!" he yelled. "And watch out for style changes!"

As if on cue, there was another 'Zap!' and the six of them found themselves in a black and white manga style. All of them were wearing Japanese school uniforms.

"Kyaa! I'm late for class!" Mabel cried.

"Kyaa! My eyes are gratuitously large!" Soos exclaimed.

Ford crossed his arms over his chest indignantly, as the skirt he was wearing showed off his hairy legs.

"Kyaa, my legs are cold" he complained.

(y/n) was holding a hand over her mouth with puffy cheeks at the sight of his unshaved legs.

"Kyaa, I think I'm gonna be sick... "

Wendy smirked at Dipper.

"Nice skirt, Dip" she said with her hands on her hips.

Dipper pulled the skirt further down, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"What is this nightmare?!"

"This is Heart Captor Dokidoki Nekochan, dude" Soos explained. "It's about frisky high school kids who have been sixteen years old for the last decade. Everyone here is secretly in love with everyone else. Prepare for blushing!"

Ford placed his fingers underneath his chin in a thinking gesture, but he looked like he was pulling off a smolder.

"Hmm...Yes, there seem to be dangerously high levels of romance in the air" he observed. "Just keep searching for that purple fellow, and whatever you do, don't make eye contact."

"No problem, Ford. It's not like we're looking for a purple character in a black and white comic strip" (y/n) replied sarcastically.

Mabel, on the other hand, saluted their uncle.

"Don't you worry, Grunkle Ford!" she chirped. "Eyes on the pri—"

That was when she suddenly noticed the eyes of a new character, whose entrancing sparkliness seemed to beckon her to him.

"Kya! Who is this beautiful stranger?"

The character revealed the rest of himself, and his freckles and poofy white hair were all too familiar.

"Mabel-san, it's me, Senpai-Gideon" he said, winking at her while holding a rose in one hand. "Help me collect the seven crystal sailor angel capture cards, and then we can finally kiss! Tee hee!"

"NO! NEVER! YIKES!" Mabel screamed in outrage, shaking her head a few times to clear her mind as Gideon fell to the floor in rejection.

"Sorry, guys, everyone here is just so hot!" Mabel said, her hands still covering her eyes in humiliation. "I'm not even going to look at that water fountain!"

Behind her was a water fountain that had been glamored to have a ridiculously attractive human face.

That was when Wendy noticed the trench coat wearing character, making his escape through an open locker.

"Look! It's that cartoon jerk!" she called to the others. "Quick! Follow him into that locker before our eyes get any bigger!"

They next found themselves in a more realistic style comic that had been drawn with dark colors. They were all wearing combat gear, including Dipper with a brass metal glove on his left arm.

"Ho ho! Now we're talking! Wendy said, as she held up a lantern. "What is this place?"

"It's like we're inside Dipper's brain!" Mabel commented.

"This is The Grimdark Chronicles, a comic where everything you like dies" Soos explained. "It's a very popular comic."

(y/n) walked up to one particular gravestone, and bent down to see the words engraved into it:

'Here lies (y/n)'s common sense, long forgotten and desperately needed, but never used.'

"Um...ouch" said (y/n).

Ford, however, was walking up to a zombie, who was just erupting from his grave.

"You there! Have you seen a pointy man with a fedora and no respect for the laws of physics?" He asked.

"Nyarrrrrggghhhh!" The zombie said, which translated as, "I can't see much, pal! These pages are 80% pure black!"

However, a mysterious crow perched in the branches of a nearby tree had heard Ford's question.

"I have seen the man you seek" he cawed. "He went in through those catacombs."

Mabel grinned widely.

"Thanks, terrifying bird! I trust you 100%!"

And with that, the six of them started to head in the direction of the catacombs, and the panel taking a side view of their dark outlines.

"Cool! Silhouettes!" Said Soos.

"I'm sticking out my tongue right now, but you can't see!" Mabel shouted.

"Is it just me, or are only three colors used in this entire comic?" (y/n) asked.

"This metal fist is chafing, guys!" Dipper complained.

"I think we're getting close—this could be it!" Ford exclaimed excitedly, as he pointed at the exit, which led to a bright light blue background covered in dots.

"SUDDENLY, OUR HEROES FIND THEMSELVES IN THE CITY OF CONFLICTROPOLIS" the narrator announced, as the six of them entered the roof of a brightly lit world filled with pixels.

Ford screeched to a halt.

"Wait a minute, halftone colors?" He said. "This doesn't look right..."

Suddenly, they came face-to-face with a group of supervillains, including a robot, a Big-foot, a brick monster, a woman, and a normal guy with a stick to name a few.

"THE INDESTRUCTI-BUDDIES! ISSUE #618: OVEREXTENDED UNIVERSE."

"Well well well, if it isn't the girl who tried to white out our captions" said the leader, who was wearing a red and yellow skin-tight suit.

"We work hard on those quips! How dare you!" Exclaimed the normal guy with a stick.

"Prepare to be indestructi-beaten!" Cried the woman, who had green hair and a black and pink suit.

Soos looked at the group of misfit supervillains with adoration.

"Oh my gosh! The Indestructi-buddies!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. "I just wanna say it's gonna be an honor to be killed by you!"

Wendy, on the other hand, was cracking her knuckles as a determined expression crossed over her features.

"Eh, I bet we could take these dorks."

The leader laughed at that statement.

"Ha! Indestructibro has no weaknesses!" He said triumphantly, his speech turning into a speech bubble above his head.

"Oh yeah?" Mabel challenged, walking up to him and snatching his speech bubble out of the air.

Without warning, she stabbed the pointy end right into Indestructibro's chest, and he cried out in pain.

"My one weakness!"

The other members of the Indestructi-buddies didn't exactly take too kindly to that.

"Hey! That's cheating!"

"Get them!"

The six of them looked at the approaching villains with stunned expressions.

"WITH NO POWERS, DIPPER AND CO. ARE HELPLESS!" Said the narration, appearing in a nice little yellow box above them.

(y/n) put her hands on her hips in disapproval.

"Why is it always Dipper and Co. or Dipper and Pals?" She questioned, before her eyes widened in realization. "Wait, does that make the rest of us side characters?"

But Soos was busy looking at the actual narration box itself.

"Wait a minute..." he said, reaching up and