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Rainy Day Woman

Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4

The title has nothing to do with this (yet??? 👀) It was just the song I was listening to. This is my first fic so any and all advice appreciated!! Stan Pines occupies my mind an unhealthy amount.

Young!Stan Pines x GN! Reader 

SFW! Just an intro really

WC: 1,518

You had recently moved to gravity falls. Well, moved is a strong word, more of a new place to live out of your car before the locals start to be so rude that you are driven out by the side eyes and passing comments. Which bothered you way more than they should.

Unfortunately, this town seemed just like the rest, maybe even worse given how small it was. Anytime you walked down main street or into greasy's diner people looked intrigued. It was obvious this town didn't get a lot of new visitors, or at least new visitors that stuck around. 

On the inside you felt it really wouldn’t be too bad to stay here. Maybe the locals would warm up to you over time? Small towns always made you enjoy the simple things in life more, big cities just depressed you. However you hardly had the money to keep up your car, so the thought of an apartment was out of the question. 

Quicker than you realized you were running low on cash, and as much as you wanted to just move on to the next town, you couldn’t exactly do that if your car runs out of gas. You began to try and find a way to make quick cash, but the town did not have a lot of options. The stores that were operating had all the staff they needed, and didn’t seem very willing to hire you over the townsfolk which they had known all their lives. 

The more you asked around the more you kept hearing about the mystery shack, one of the few places in gravity falls you had not been yet. It didn’t help that you never heard much good from the townsfolk about it. “Yeah it used to be called the murderhut” one man told you. A woman once told you that place was the reason for her left eye not opening anymore? You weren’t even sure how that could happen, but you figured it would be best to not ask too many questions. 

You heard the man who ran it was a conman but also a scientist? It sounded like the mad scientist ruse was just his latest con to you. As someone who townhopped you had gotten pretty used to making up stories to people you needed something from. Or ones who asked you too many questions, but you wouldn't call yourself a conman by any means. However, you thought the mystery shack  was at least worth a shot, the man sounded like quite the recluse so maybe you being new here wouldn’t bother him. 

Pulling up to the newly renamed mystery shack, it really did seem like a conman's scheme. The place itself looked quite neglected, and the 1960s car parked by it made it almost seem like a building lost to time. The more you looked the less you wanted to go in, much less ask if the man was hiring. Even if he was, he sounded like the type to pay his workers in spare change. 

You regrettably walked in, and were immediately greeted by a caricature of the conman you had heard so much about. 

“Hey there, don’t ya want a tour of the greatest attractions gravity falls has to offer? However, if ya wanna just buy our junk-I mean our handcrafted merchandise, i recommend everything in the store!” His booming raspy voice filled the room, with a fake beaming smile he looked at you waiting for a reaction, and your money. 

“I actually wanted to ask if you are hiring?” You shrugged and half smiled, you felt your chances were so abysmal you didn’t even want to ask. 

“Listen kid, the place isn’t exactly booming right now, I mean what would your job even be?” He laughed 

You looked around the gift shop, you could be a cashier, but you also felt you should see the whole attraction before you answered. Maybe as he gave you a tour you could warm him up to the idea of hiring you. That is if your were able to fake being in awe and amazed at whatever this place had to offer.

“I think I’ll need a tour before I can tell you how much you need my help.” You said beaming a hopefully convincing smile.

“Hah, how much I need your help? Weren’t you just beggin’ for my money? But hey, gotta spend money to make money, tour’s $15.” He beamed that same cheesy smile, but seemed genuinely excited to give you a tour. Or maybe he was just excited that you were giving him money.  

You rolled your eyes and handed over what was almost the last of your cash, and followed him through the mystery shack. Many of the attractions were soppily glued or stapled together, but you couldn’t deny the man's creativity. You did smirk at the way all the attractions managed to be a play on words, sascrotch? Thigh clops? The invisible man, which was just a dusty empty corner? That one actually made you laugh. In a way you did love the silliness of it all, and how he tried to be so convincing that these things were true wonders of gravity falls. While you weren’t amazed you would say he definitely brightened your day a little bit with his comical performance. The more he talked the more you thought about how it would be nice to work with him. To get to know the real him, not just the mad scientist/con-man caricature he had built.

By the end of the tour you were back at the gift shop, and you were somehow still at a loss for how you could convince this man to give you a job here. It did seem to be one of the more entertaining options the town had to offer, both in location and the man himself.

You figured you could just compliment how great of a job he was doing, and hope the attention would convince him to keep you around. “Honestly, you seem like you're doing a great job running the place, the play on words for all the attractions is more clever than what I could come up with. But I think you might need a cashier. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone in here while you're giving tours? Wouldn’t want any of the merchandise to go missing.” You sounded much less convincing than you hoped, but maybe you were just overthinking it?

“I’m not sure I'm looking to pay someone just to stand at a cash drawer kid” he scoffed “and why should I help you out huh?”

Well, he wasn’t impressed and seemed to know what you were up to. In fact the attempt to compliment him just had the opposite effect, he seemed more closed off now. You really didn’t have a reason he should hire you. The old ‘good honest worker’ answer clearly wouldn’t be enough. and you were not a good enough liar to come up with a reason that would convince a conman. You just stared at him blankly for a moment, scanning him and the surroundings, hoping something around you would give you an answer to his question. You didn’t think brutal honesty would help, but you really didn’t have another option. You definitely couldn't out-lie this man. 

“Listen-what’s your name actually? Kinda skipped over the whole introduction process here” 

“Many call me the man of mystery when I'm running the mystery shack, but it's Stan.” He joked. 

‘Well at least he isn’t still standoffish’ you thought. 

“Ok, Stan, the truth is I just need enough cash to get out of this town and onto my next middle-of-nowhere town. As cozy as nights in my car are here in gravity falls, I'm getting tired of the side eyes and whispers of the townsfolk. I don’t think they care for new residents here.”

His expression seemed to soften as you went on, and you honestly couldn’t believe this was working. Was this really working?

“Alight kid, how about this, I can give ya a place to sleep if you help out around the shack. And hey, if ya do good enough job, maybe I can start payin ya”

You paused for a moment, a bed did sound nice, and so did a room to put all your junk in, your car was quite a mess. The thought of having a space to at least somewhat call you own was one you had not let yourself imagine in some time. His offer and small bit of kindness reminded you how long it had been since you had a friend too. 

“I’ll take that deal” You said after a pause that you hoped wasn’t too long, and extended your hand. He firmly shook your hand and laughed. 

“Well I think you're in need of another tour now, on the house for now. Come on into the living quarters of the mystery shack!” 

He winked and let you through a door labeled ‘employees only’ which led to a part of the shack that looked surprisingly homey.