One Night at Freddy's: A Gravity Falls/Five Nights at Freddy's Crossover

Mabel and Dipper Pines both predicted very different things would occur with their thirteenth birthday. Mabel was expecting nothing short of amazing. Dipper just didn't want to spend his first day as a teen in a pizzeria. But when they go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, they realize they are both in for a big surprise.


15. Chapter Fifteen


Neither Dipper nor Mabel uttered a word as they made their way down a hall. Both were preoccupied with thoughts of sacrifice. Danielle had so much to live for - she was only ten! - yet she threw it all away so that Dipper and Mabel could stay together. It was insane, but she did it anyway. 

Dipper, Mabel realized, looked exhausted. She turned into a room. It was cramped, but at least it was somewhere he could rest a moment. 

“What’re we doing here?”

“You really need to rest for a moment.”

Dipper sighed, shoved some stuff over, and sat on the desk. He saw a poster of The Fazbear Trio on the wall with "CELEBRATE!" written underneath. Dipper ripped it off the wall and tore it straight down the middle. "Stupid things. Stupid, stupid things." He shredded the poster until minuscule pieces of paper littered the floor of the office. 

"We can't stay long, Dipper. There aren't any doors here. Nothing to protect us."

"Don't be so sure." He pointed at a button near the doorway. "It says door in caps."

Mabel furrowed her brows and tapped the button. She jumped back, startled as a giant metal security door slammed down. "This... This is perfect." She shut the door on the opposite side of the room. "We can stay here. We really can. They can't get in through these doors. There's no way."

"What's this?" Dipper held up a wire. 

"Looks like a phone charger."

"So where's the phone?"

Mabel pressed her lips together in thought. Her brown eyes scanned the room. She saw something under the desk and bent down to pick it up. "Here." She handed it to Dipper. 

He examined the phone. "It's dead," he observed, "but if we can charge it up enough, we can call someone for help. Oh, we should've come in here way sooner instead of running all over the place."

"Tell me about it." 

Dipper reached over and plugged the phone into a power generator. 

"A generator? Don't generators have limited power? We need the doors to stay closed."

"Don't worry. This thing'll be charged long before we run out."

Mabel shrugged. "If you say so... How's your leg?"

"Throbbing and in excruciating pain," he answered honestly. 

Mabel sighed. "I'm sorry, bro bro. It's my fault. I dragged you to this demonic pizzeria."

"No, Mabel, don't blame yourself. I suggested we go looking for..." He faded away a moment. "If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have been here after hours. We'd be home now."

"Maybe it's both our faults..." Mabel stared at the ground. Had her shoes always had those scuff marks?

"Hey, don't be sad. Let's just blame it on me and be done with it. Just go, 'Why, Dipper?' Then we can go on with life. That's what we've always done, right?" He was trying his hardest to cheer her up. An idea popped in his head. "Sit down."


"I said, sit."

She did so, giving him a questioning look. Dipper moved off the desk and slowly, carefully maneuvered to the table. He sat in front of her, his back facing her. 

"Don't you remember the deal we made? Well, I'm boarding the Braid Train. Woo, woo."

She grabbed a small clump of his hair and began to make a small braid. Dipper didn't have to turn around to know Mabel was grinning widely. 


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