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You get out of your car, stepping out into the nice chilly Oregon air. You just turned 23 and are applying for jobs, when you see this gift shop affectionately called “Mystery Shack” with the ‘S’ falling off, making it say “hack” you giggle at that.
Entering the place to apply, you see a ginger haired girl at the counter, and an older guy with a fez hat, inspecting the items on the shelves. You clear your throat to make yourself known to the two, making the older man turn around and look right at you “Hey! Would you like to buy some supernatural things? They are on sale.” you laugh, looking at the stuff, some items are clearly handmade. But now that you get a good look at him, he looks good. “No, I came here to apply actually.” at that, the ginger girl looks up from her phone, listening in now.
“Do you know how to make people buy stuff?” he asks you, “Duh. You are selling scrap and garbage, so I think it'll be pretty easy.” he laughs you hear a tiny giggle behind you, he slaps his hand on your shoulder, “You're funny, kid. I'm Stan.” he waves his hand at the messy looking items on display “The people of Gravity Falls are idiots, and will buy anything.” he points his finger into your chest, “as long as you can make them, and I don't have to do anything, you're hired. “ You nod at him, “I can do better than that, I can make you stuff that looks better than.. that.” you say, pointing at a potato with eyes glued onto it, labeled “scary potato”, glue seeping out from under the eyes. “Wendy, you can go home, or do whatever you do, this kid is taking over.” The ginger girl, you connect in your head is Wendy, shrugs and leaves the store. “Get behind the counter, I'll show you how to use it” Stan teaches you everything about the cashier, warning to not take money out, or sell items for free.
Time skip
You've been working at the Mystery Shack for a week now, Stan has you making new ‘stuff’ giving you glue, googly eyes, and various pieces of junk from.. somewhere. One particular items looks like.. a body part. You start making something out of one of the flatter pieces, when Stan walks into the store from the back. “How goes it, kid?” He asks, putting his arm on the counter. “Slow, and boring. I get why Wendy had her phone.” You glue an eye down. “Eh, you'll get the hang of it soon.” He waves off your complaint. “This?” You hold up the junk and glue you are working with. He nods, smirking. “You know, Stan. I can do more with my hands than just this.” You look right into his eyes, winking. Stan clears his throat, “Whaddya mean, kid? You saying you'll steal from under my nose, now?” He chortles. You sigh, taking the phallic object in the pile, wrapping your hands around it like a certain action, you are sure Stan will get the hint. You stroke the piece of metal, looking at Stan again. “No, no. I would never do that, sir. I respect you, I'll do anything you want.” You trace the top of the object with a finger. Stan looks right back at you, staring into your eyes. “That's what I thought, kid. Don't go doing stuff that'll get ya hurt.” He slaps once on the counter, and walks off. You put your head on the counter. What the fuck are you doing? He is old enough to be your father.
Stan walks into his living room, looking left and right, then left and right again. He shifts his pants, readjusting himself. “Holy mackerel. That is one straight forward guy.” He runs his hand down his face. “This is gonna be hard.”