A/n this is in Stan's POV

The boy looked alert as if he could spring at me any second. I'm pretty sure his name was Dipper. He was wearing a black shirt tattered grey pants and a grey sweatshirt with the hood down. Under the hood her had light brown hair and deep brown eyes. I examined his hands. They were bandaged up. Not his entire hand but each of his fingers had soft white linen wrapped around them. His shoes, were converse, but we're very beat up and looked like they were hand me downs and were handed down 12 times before him. His eyes were the thing that made me feel sorry for him. His eyes were constantly on his sister making sure she was ok. Then came the girl. She had the largest eyes I'd ever seen. Her hair was braided on one side but it was falling out and very messy. She wore a light blue shirt with a black old ripped sweater and black shorts. I think her name was Mabel. I looked at her hands and expected to see bandages. Not even a scratch, how could one twin be so beaten up and the other perfect? Her shoes were converse as well and seemed to be the same as her brother's. Nope her brother's were worse. I looked at the boy's face and saw by he had a black eye on his left eye. Poor kid. 

"Children say hello." Linda said and pushed the kids towards me. "Hello." Mabel squeaked. No response from the boy. I went to put my hand on Mabel's shoulder and Dipper jumped I front of her. "Please don't hurt her." He squeaked. "Relax kid, I'd never hurt her." I answered. Linda then left leaving me with the two kids. "Dipper listen I'd never hurt you or her." I told him. "That's what they all said yet her I am, are you gonna do it or not?" Dipper asked. He stretched out his arms and closed his eyes. "I'm waiting."