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Steven Universe: The Way to Dawn, Part 1
Somewhere in the countryside, a worn out looking van was driving along a dirt road.
"OOF!" exclaimed a voice, as the van hit a rock.
"oh!, sorry about that." spoke Greg, who was driving the van.
Greg's passenger, a man with dark shaggy hair, and lightly colored skin breathed out.
"it's..Okay, Mister Universe." spoke Zach. "and, uhh..thanks again for giving me a lift."
Greg smiled. "It's cool. I'll ask Pearl to go have a look at your car."
"You don't need to do that." said Zach. "I'll just call a tow truck.."
"I'm sure Pearl won't mind..AND, she won't charge you, either."
Zach looked at the balding man who somehow still had a long lion's mane of hair.
"oh..okay. If it's okay with her." Zach then resumed staring out at the passing countryside.
"So..you meeting up with Lapis and Peridot??" spoke Greg.
Zach nodded. "Hm-Mm. Lapis wanted to talk to me about something..least that's what Peridot told me."
"Peridot told you
Adventures, -Inators, and Accents (Part 6)Back in the school gymnasium, two middle-school students, a boy and girl, had just crossed paths as the latter did her duties at the dance. Zack Underwood, Milo’s second best-friend and Melissa’s boyfriend, had come, dressed in a suit of his own. Needless to say, Melissa Chase (currently under the guise of Amanda Lopez), was a bit shocked.“What’s up?” the African-American boy said.“What are you doing here?” the disguised redhead replied wide-eyed. “I, uh, thought you were busy.”“The homework wasn’t that hard,” Zack said with a shrug. “Also, it was apparently my brothers that messed up my room. Three guesses as to who has to clean it up now.”“Well… lucky you! Right?” Melissa replied with an awkward smile.“Got that right. Say, you didn’t happen to hear from…? Wait a minute,” Zack said, suspiciously looking “Amanda” up and down. “You’re not-!”“-Too busy to answer your very important question?” asked the tightly-scheduled teenage-girl as she put a hand over his mouth. “Of course not! Let us go to the back where the… music isn’t so loud.” She led Zack to the doors and into the halls near the locker rooms and faculty-office. Well, more like she pushed him through the doors while making sure no one was looking. She stopped when she was sure they were far away from prying eyes and ears.Zack turned to face the fake-Latina and, now that he was in better lighting, was pretty sure she wasn’t who she was imitating. “Melissa? What’s going on? I’ve been trying to call you. I figured you might have wanted to come here together since I was free.”“Yeah, it’s me,” the straight-A student replied. “Something came up and Amanda couldn’t make it. She needed me to secretly take her place. It was some old favor from before you moved here. And I had to hide my phone because I didn’t need anybody getting suspicious of any calls I didn’t know how to respond to.”“And why are you still talking like her?” Zack said with a raised eyebrow.“Because I had only half-an-hour to learn the proper-accent and if I break character for a second, I might not be able to fix it in time!” she said in her debatably Cuban-accent. “So, please try and play along if you can. Amanda’s counting on me.”“Alright,” Zack agreed. “How’s this been working out for you, anyway?”Melissa looked thoughtful. “About as well as it could go, I guess. I’ve had some close-calls; one or two suspicious people, a couple of near-accidents, but nothing that really measures up to Murphy’s Law.”//High up on a mountain-peak with no means of communicating anybody, Milo Murphy, clad in little more than sumo attire and a backpack, was desperately attempting to create a shelter out of ice. Using a shovel he pulled out of his backpack, the freezing boy desperately attempted to pile and shape the snow as he needed it before he went into shock from the cold. He had formed about half of an igloo when spade snapped clean off.“Well, th-th-that’s inconvenient…” the young jinx thought out loud. At that point, the end of the stick he was now holding suddenly caught fire. “Whoa! So is that…! O-Or is it?”The shivering boy put his hand on his chin, as if deep-in-thought.//“Come to think of it…” Melissa thought out loud. “The night’s gone relatively-smoothly.”Zack shrugged. “I guess things can go as planned when not everything that can go wrong doesn’t happen.”“I agree. Anyway, I have to get back to work,” Melissa told her boyfriend. “You go have fun. Also, if anyone asks for me (Amanda-me, I mean), can you tell them I’m just fixing my makeup?”“Huh? Why?” Zack asked, looking confused.“Because it’s time for me to fix my makeup.” The girl held up her clipboard for Zack to see. Sure enough, Fix Your Makeup was written on the schedule. “In fact, I’m currently two minutes and…” She took a quick peek at her watch. “…fourteen seconds behind schedule.”“Okay… Okay… I’m gone,” the former boy-band leader said. “By the way, you look really pretty tonight. I thought I’d let you know before I start keeping my distance.”Melissa smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks. Oh, and after I’m done, I’ve gotta refill the punch-bowl. Talk to you soon.” A blushing-Zack walked out as the girl pulled a compact-mirror out of her purse.Zack stepped back into the gymnasium and decided to take his girlfriend’s advice. Remember what she said about punch, he decided to get some snacks while mingling with his fellow-students. Heading for the refreshment-table, he made small-talk with a few teens he knew and politely-declined a dance from Crystal (who seemed a little disappointed).The boy considered starting with some punch, but noticed that it was almost empty like Melissa told him. He decided to wait and head straight to the food, instead. He helped himself to a brownie and a cookie and was just considering getting a couple of raw-vegetables when he was approached by Principal Milder, who was apparently acting as a chaperone, as well.“Good evening, Zack,” the middle-aged brunette woman greeted. “Enjoying the dance?”“Hi, Principal Milder. Actually, I just got here, but I think I’m going to.”“Great. Listen, have you seen Amanda? I was told you two were talking privately.”Zack blinked. “Uh, yeah! She’s… doing her makeup right now, I think.”The principal looked down at her watch. “Huh. Is it that time already? How time flies…”Zack raised an eyebrow. “That’s a regular thing for her?”“Are you surprised?” Principal Milder replied.“Okay, maybe that was a dumb question. Anyway, she said when she’s done, she has to fill up the punch-bowl.”The woman looked impressed. “My… she is on top of things. That girl really does help to make the most of our limited-finances. Anyway, if you see her, can you tell her that when she’s done, we also need her to bring out more paper for the origami booth outside? We’re almost out of it.”“Sure. I can do that.”“Great. Thanks. It’s actually a little-refreshing to not have to worry about Murphy’s Law tonight. You never know what collateral-damage might need to be cleaned up. No disrespect to your friend, of course. Management’s just going a little more smoothly tonight.”//Back on the mountain, inside a recently-built igloo, a shivering Milo Murphy was sitting by a fire made from the remains of his shovel, his spear-shaft, a pack of cards, a couple of Doctor Zone comics, and beside the blanket he was wrapped inside, anything else from inside his backpack that was flammable.“S-S-S-So, th-this is my situation…” the boy without a sweater-vest said to himself. “I’m half-naked o-on a frozen m-m-mountain-top in a house m-made of ice. My ph-phone’s dead. My backp-pack is emp-ty. And my only compan-ny is this g-g-guy…” He looked to the side, seeing what looked like a mountain-climber in a stereotypical heavy-coat. Oh, and he was encased in ice.“I kn-knew I should have packed a sl-sled or rope. To think, I-I-I could be at a school-dance with my friends… and my g-girlfriend…” Milo’s stomach started growling. “And… I haven’t eat-ten all day. So hungry… Nothing to e-eat, except…” Milo looked back over to the frozen man sharing his igloo. He stared for a little while. He slowly reached over, just starting to lick his lips…“Oh, wait!” Milo cried out. He turned back to the beloved tool his old babysitter gave him. “I h-have a ration-bar in the side o-of my backpack!” He opened the side-pocket, and pulled out a vacuum-sealed, plain-looking bar with the words “Professor Time” on the wrapper.Time Bars! When time-travel gets hard!“Thank you, Cavendish and Dak-kota!” Milo said. He opened the packaging and took a hungry bite. Immediately, his eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “Okay… I guess there’s a r-reason these are for emergencies…”Time Bars! They don’t taste very good!“W-well, at least I’m in higher-spirits. I’ve just gotta come up with a plan.” Suddenly, Milo heard what sounded like something cracking. The boy looked around, wondering what that was.Two seconds later, the entire igloo collapsed, covering Milo in snow and ice.After about half-a-minute, Milo burst out of the snowdrift he was trapped in. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”“Me…me…” his voice echoed. “…Me… bathroom…me…”“Looks like echo’s broken again,” Milo noted, right as he started to hear something else in the distance. A low, rumbling sound… “And apparently, so is the mountain’s integrity…”//Back in Danville, Melissa (now adequately touched-up) had just retrieved the near-empty bowl of punch and took it to the small kitchen at the gymnasium (for catering to the sports-teams). She looked at the recipe for the punch underneath her schedule.“Seems simple enough,” the disguised-girl said. She got a few different powdered fruit-punch flavors and put them into the bowl. She added water and a bit of soda, along with some pre-sliced lemons and ice-cubes and stirred it all together.Once she was done, she picked up the punch and carried it back into the actual gym. She weaved around students, being careful not to spill anything. Of course, Melissa was starting to realize how heavy a filled punch-bowl could be… and she didn’t exactly have exceptional arm-strength. She was starting to wish she had asked Lydia or Zack to clear a space on the way to the refreshment-table.The bowl of punched was starting to slip from the Amanda-imposter’s fingers… Fortunately, someone managed to help her catch it.“Oh, Mort. Thank you so much,” Melissa said to her Zen-enthusiast classmate.“No problem, Amanda,” the large teen replied as he helped her carry it over to the table. “I was just going to ask you about the punch, anyway. I guess this answers my question.”The two teens set it down in its proper spot (the girl measured the distance) and Mort started to pour himself a cup.“Are you enjoying the dance so far?” Melissa asked.“Sure am. I was actually doing origami outside a while ago.”“Oh, did you make a crane like everyone else is doing?” the teenage-girl asked, noting how several students were holding origami-cranes.“Nah, that’s too easy,” Mort replied. “I made an origami-spider,” he said pridefully. The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a finely made paper-spider.“I’m impressed,” the fake-Latina said, admiring it.“So am I,” Zack said, approaching them. “Sorry, I tried to help, uh, ‘Amanda’. There were too many students dancing together.”“It’s cool,” she replied.“So, anyway, Principal Milder asked if you could bring out the extra paper for the origami-booth outside. Sorry, I know you’re super-busy…”“No-no. It’s part of my job,” Melissa replied. “Sometimes breaking my schedule is required. Uh, as much as it pains me, that is… I’m going to get on that right now. I’ll see you boys later!” She said that last part rather quickly, hoping she didn’t give herself away.“See ya,” Zack said, trying to play it cool.“Talk to you later,” Mort also said. “By the way, I like your new Puerto Rican accent.”It took all of Melissa’s will not to slap her own forehead when she heard that.//Back at the Murphy’s backyard, Doof and Martin were back-to-work, the middle-aged man in pharmacist-attire was looking excited.“Soon, Martin, I won’t even need a chicken to go places instantaneously! Ah-ha-ha!” the man cackled.“What’s with the evil laugh?” Martin asked disapprovingly.“Sorry. Old habits. I’m just excited that we’re almost finished,” the scientist replied. He opened a panel on the device and Martin handed him an advanced looking piece of machinery, which Heinz started to insert. “This is one of the most important pieces; it’s the thing that’ll make sure my control panel work (and hopefully not fire all willy-nilly).Just as he started to attach the component, the Teleport-inator fired off again.//Back where the mirrors were sitting, a pickup truck pulled up next the broken-down vehicle. A man in a pair of workers’ overalls stepped out.“Oh, man! I can’t believe I forgot to deliver these mirrors to that house across town! Oh, my boss is gonna kill me!” The man got in front of one of the mirrors to pick it up……Only to notice something on the ground. He set the mirror back down to pick it up.“Huh. Looks like somebody lost a lottery ticket. Doubt it’s worth anything, but…” The man pulled a smart-phone out of his pocket and took a look. “Last month… last week… Oh, here it is. Hey…” He looked back at the ticket and then at the phone again. His eyes lit up.“I won! Yeah! I’m rich, baby! Oh, my boss or the family who bought these mirrors can get them themselves, ‘cause I quit!”The man ran back to his truck and sped off. A moment later, a green beam hit the mirror he had and bounced into the sky.//“I’m guessing it won’t do that anymore?” the Murphy-patriarch asked.“Yeah. Probably,” said Doof with pride.//Milo Murphy stared unphased at the mountain peak’s incline. Coming at him was a massive pile of snow, not something he was unfamiliar with. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a lot of escape options at the moment.“I swear,” the teen said as the avalanche got closer. “When I get out of this, I’m definitely kissing my girlfriend.”The rushing-snow was ten feet away. Nine… Eight… Seven…Just as the ice was about to overtake Milo, a familiar green beam zapped the boy away, backpack and all.//The shivering half-naked boy suddenly found himself in a much warmer place (Thankfully, not that place). It took a minute for Milo to become aware of his surroundings. He was standing on pavement and noticed a lot of houses around, along with some grass and trees… He was in a suburban neighborhood.It was right then that he heard some familiar barking, followed by very familiar animal coming toward him.“Diogee, go ho-! Oh!” Milo looked at a mailbox he was apparently standing next to. It read Murphy, or at least it did before a random bolt of lightning disintegrated it. “I guess we are home. Never mind. And good dog!” he said, patting the world’s best dog on the head.To be continued…
Of Masks and Men (Part 4)Abel’s eyes widened at the abrupt end to the moment he seemed to be having with his horticultural aunt and uncle. What Grunkle Mason had implied; he didn’t like the sound of that. “W-what do you mean? What are you going to do with me?”“It’s just how it sounds, Abel. You know too much, and that, unfortunately, puts our entire race and secret-society at risk,” Mason replied, a serious expression etched on the monster’s face. “From Dana, to tourists, to the occasional paranormal-investigator looking to leave his mark in the world of science, one little slip-up could be the end of us.”“That means we’re going to have to take drastic steps, I’m afraid,” said Wendy, somberly shaking her head, a slight rustle sounding from the leaves in her red-hair. “One way or another, you can’t be allowed to give us away.”Abel quickly replied, “I won’t tell anyone. I swear!”“First, we don’t allow swearing in our house,” the plant-woman said.“And second,” Mason continued, removing a rubber glove (one made to resemble a human-hand) and revealing a brown, wooden hand resembling the end of a tree-branch. “that’s a chance we just can’t take.” The male Pistachion stretched out his exposed hand, which disassembled into vines and extended past his human nephew towards a nearby desk. To Abel, that would have been really cool in a movie. A moment later, he retracted it, carrying what looked an old-timey laser with a big light bulb.He held it up for Abel to see. “Do you have any idea what this is?”Abel stared a moment before a look of recognition crossed his face. “Wait a minute, isn’t that one of those memory guns or something from the Journals?”“Yes. This gun is designed to erase specific memories from the target. We could erase this entire afternoon from your brain. You wouldn’t feel a thing, and by morning, it would seem like just another day.”“Well…” started Abel.“There’s just one problem, though,” Wendy said, cutting the boy off. “There’s a pretty high chance it might cause mental-issues, especially if you do that more than once. Not exactly something you might want; and nothing we really want to put up with. Plus, how would we explain that to your grandma?”“Then there’s Option 2,” said Mason, looking toward the tarp his nephew was tied up in front of. “This.” His wife reached over and pulled it off, revealing a more modern interpretation of a ray gun. “It’s one of the MULCH devices we use to convert humans who would benefit us or learn something they shouldn’t into plant-people like us.”“Oh, crud! No! Please, just no!”“Of course, there’s still the issue with my sister. I doubt, even with a rubber costume, you’d fool her, your grandfather, or your sister for long.”“And we’re really not in the business of turning family, anyway,” the female Pistachion interjected. “We didn’t do it with Mabel, and we aren’t about to start now.”Abel’s great-uncle stepped forward, looming over his nephew, now looking rather somber. “Sadly, if we can’t do anything that’ll leave you living with some kind of permanent effect, there’s only one option left.”“Mason, wait. Are you sure there’s nothing else to be done? He’s our nephew; Mabel’s grandson.”“I’m afraid not, my love. Either he knows, or he gets changed somehow. But this way is our only choice. This kind of thing happens all the time around here. And Mabel wouldn’t suspect a thing,” the scientist reasoned.The pistachio-headed redhead had a despairing look on her face before turning away. “Okay,” she whispered. “But you have to do it. I-I can’t bear to watch.”“I understand. I’ll tell you when it’s over.” The male-Pistachion turned back toward his great-nephew.The young pre-teen started thrashing real hard, struggling to break his bonds (to no avail). Finally giving up, he stared back at his former-hero. “Grunkle Mason, please don’t!”“I’m sorry.” The Pistachion slowly reached forward, just beneath Abel’s head. Too frightened to look, the boy closed his eyes, ready for the end. He felt the wooden fingers brush against his neck. He felt a snap…Only to feel the vines tying him to his chair slacken significantly. His eyes shot open. Abel looked down and discovered they had fallen off. And the humanoid pistachio-tree that was his great-uncle wasn’t reaching toward him anymore. Abel looked up; the man had his arms folded, and he was… grinning?“W-what is this? What’s going on?!” You didn’t need to see to realize that confusion and exasperation were on the young man’s face.“We’re letting you go,” the Pistachion replied simply.“What? I don’t… what?” He heard giggling to the side. He turned to see his great-aunt with her hand over her mouth, trying and failing to suppress her laughter. “Aunt Wendy?”“Sorry, but what did you think we were about to do? Hurt you? We’re your family, dude.”“But I… I thought… Wait, was letting me out the plan the entire time?” Abel asked, still trying to wrap his head around these developments.“"Basically,” Mason said with a shrug.“But-but why all the tricks and tying me up and stuff? Couldn’t you have just let me go, or maybe tell me you’re going to after you’re done talking?”Wendy rolled her red eyes. “Yeah, like you’d buy our story. ’The pistachio-monsters cornered their human-nephew… to talk to him!!! Dun-dun-duhhhhn!’ We had to get you to listen somehow.”Abel groaned as he stood up. “Point taken.”Mason patted him on the shoulder. “Welcome to Gravity Falls. Believe it or not, this is nothing compared to what we’ve been through, even at your age.”Wendy: “He’s right. When I was a human-teenager, I once got turned into a tapestry. Needless to say, when you’re not even a person, you kind of appreciate the simple things in life. Well, once you’re a person again and actually alive and sentient enough to appreciate life, anyway.”“The nightmares from that…” Mason reminisced. “Anyway, I bet you’re still trying to make sense of all of this. Got any more questions?”Abel looked thoughtful for a moment. “Actually… this explains a lot of things. This is why we don’t see you that often, isn’t it? You’re trying to hide your secret.”“Well, I suppose that’s part of it,” said Mason. “We do live in another State you know. Plus, our work does sometimes require travel.”“Plus, man, we really don’t like leaving Gravity Falls.”“True. You’ve read about the weirdness of Gravity Falls itself. Right, Abel?”“Sure. Something about it being a magnet for that stuff?”“Yes. The valley seems to draw in weirdness. It’s essentially the highest-concentrated source in the world. Wendy and I… we basically feel drawn to it. Of course, we called this place our home long before we were MULCH-ed, and we aren’t bound inside the weirdness-barrier surrounding the valley, so whether that’s a contributing factor is debatable.”Wendy nodded. “And as far as weirdness goes, we’re basically a 6 or a 7 on a ten-scale. Anyway, enough about that. What else makes sense to you?”Abel smirked. “The nut-puns.” His aunt and uncle just stared quizzically. “Seriously, ‘nut-jobber’? Or how about Aunty Wendy saying how you’ve always been nuts for her? And there’s that joke Grunkle Dipper always says while you’re out of earshot.”“What joke?” the redhead asked.“Wait, maybe we should change-”“Oh, no. I wanna hear this,” Wendy said, not giving her husband a chance to finish that sentence.“That you’re a nut with a rubber bu-”“Next question!” Mason almost shouted, clearly embarrassed.“Then there’s the thing with Dana’s soda and her music…”Wendy sighed. “Yeah, sorry. Certain soda-brands are potentially lethal to our kind. We’re not taking any chances with something unfamiliar. Trust me, she’ll get it back later. As for her songs, I just don’t like Straight Blanchin’ and Chop-Chop. Sue me.”“Okay… I guess this is also why you two lock your bedroom door every night: so Dana and I can’t see you without your masks on.”“Yes!” Mason replied (rather quickly, too). “Let’s just go with that!”“Uh, agreed!” said Wendy. “Anything else?”“Umm… actually, something is bothering me. I’m not complaining, but you said I know too much. Why would you just let me go? I could expose you.”Mason gave a toothy-smile. “True… I guess we’re just going to have to trust you with our secret.”“But we really can’t have you telling anyone,” said Wendy. “And we mean ANYONE.”“Even Dana?” Abel asked?The Pistachion spouses looked at each other for a moment. Mason turned back to his nephew. “Listen, we’re not trying to drive a wedge between you two, but this is strictly need-to-know. My great-uncle Ford trusted me with a secret once that I couldn’t share. While that was logical, there was some disdain in there for family due to old, untreated wounds. This isn’t like that; we just can’t risk anything. We’re asking you not to say anything to anyone. Please.”Abel paused a moment, seemingly mulling over all of this. He looked at the two. “I promise,” he said with a sigh.“Excellent,” his aunt replied. “And hey! Next time your sister has a slumber party, maybe we can invite the family over and you can see us as we really are.”“Really?” asked Abel. “Man, I think the way I see the world has changed. I have got so much to think about this summer.”“Well, you can start that thinking in your room,” said Mason. “You’re grounded for the rest of the day.”“Wait, what?”“Dude, you pulled your uncle’s hair. Imagine if it had been real. And even if it was a regular toupee, that would have just been disrespectful.”“But it was Dana’s dare!” the pre-teen boy argued.“And she’s grounded, too, as soon as we find her. Take the elevator up and go home. Don’t tell the Ramirezes what went down just now. They think you were treated for an alien disease,” said Mason. “Your aunt and I will follow; we need to get our masks back on.”“Fine…” he said, defeated.The two Pistachions waited for their nephew to get inside before they replaced their masks.“Well, that was something,” said Wendy.“Yeah,” her husband replied. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing by letting Abel in on this? There definitely is a risk, even if he has no intention of betraying us.”“Well, you said we should make it a point to reconnect with the family outside of the Falls. In fact, isn’t that the reason we agreed to look after Abel and Dana? To bond with them? What better way is there than to show that we trust them?”“But what if Dana finds out? Will that hurt our bond with her or her bond with her brother?”“If she finds out, she finds out. It’ll be alright. Whether things get tense or not, it’ll all be fine. You and Mabel always seem to hammer things out. Heck, Stan and Ford managed to find that old brotherly-bond they lost years ago. And that’s just sibling-bombshells.”Mason chuckled. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”Wendy smirked. “Better believe it. The same way you always somehow give me faith in general just by being you… Dip.” She gave the her nut-like spouse a peck on the cheek. “Now straighten your mask and get moving! I’ll follow in a bit.”Mason looked confused. “Why?”Wendy folded her arms. “You think I’m going to give you an opportunity to look at my 'rubber-butt’ as we walk home? Forget it, Mister.”Mason gave a half-amused groan. “I’m in the doghouse, aren’t I?”“Pretty much… at least until you make it up to me.”“Well, I’m sure I can think of something.”The End
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