July 29th 2015, Mystery Shack 11:42 pm

Dipper Pov

Dipper was sitting in his bed, getting ready to write a new entry in his journal. He sat there angerly, looking at the blank pages as if they were taunting him. He started to write his entry for the day...

July 29th 2015 It has been five days since the the portal powered down. Five days since the author of the journals was found. Five days since i lost trust in my uncle. Five days since I was disapointed in Mabel. Which ment it had been five days since i fell out with my family.

It had all happened so fast and we were all scared, I mean, that thing could have teared our world apart! But no, my sister, my own twin sister had to pick an old con man over me. You think I would move on by now, but no. This sort of thing can't be fixed overnight, over a week, or hell maybe even months! This is Gravity Falls, the weirdness capital of the world, quite possibly one of the most dangerous places on earth and you can trust no one, no one.

Atleast there was one good thing that came out if this though, the author. I finally know who wrote journal number 3, and who would have guessed that I'm related to him. This guy is practically my hero and he lives in the Mystery Shack's basement and I can barely even talk to him. Stan doesn't want me to talk to him, but I don't care I want answers not a cold shoulder. So tomorrow I'm going to try and go on a mystery hunt with him. It would be so much fun out in the wilderness with him, learning from him and maybe even fighting gnomes or ghosts side by side with him.

Speaking of ghosts, I was with Pacifica again today, she really grows on you, ya know? Ever since that night at the Manor she has been great to be around, I really did change her and I am happy that she is trying her hardest to make a change herself. The reason why I have been spending a lot of time with her, as of late is because she has a simillar status with her family as I do. We both don't belong. Ahh, there's that weird vibe goin' again, I'm sure it's just all in my head.

I had told her about what had happened with the portal, even though I wasn't supposed to. Soos told Wendy, so why can't I tell her? Anyway, I told her about what it had done and the potential it had. It was the thing that caused the gravity to shift, and it could have done a lot worse. It could have sent is all where great uncle Stanford came from, it could have blown up, but most importantly IT COULD HAVE KILLED EVERYTHING.

Dipper's pencil tip snapped after writing this out of pure rage and frustration. He sighed and took a deep breath to calm himself and put his head in his hands. Illuminated by the lamplight next to his bed was his clock read 12:03. This was the fifth night in a row he had stayed up into the morning.

Dipper calmly took the broken pencil and placed it on the nightstand next to him and grabbed a new pencil to finish up his entry. He took another deep breath before writing in the journal again.

Everything has been different since the portal, I haven't said a word to Mabel for the past two days even though we still are sleeping in the same room! This summer, this great dark amazing and dangerous summer, has taken a turn for the worst.

Dipper read over his new entry to check for any errors in his writing. Once he was done he turned off the lamp and let the darkness consume him. He didn't place the book on the stand next to his bead, however. He just plopped it right on his forehead so the morning light couldn't get to his eyes when the sun rose. He did this because he didn't want to talk to Mabel when she gets up early in the next morning.

Dipper then closed his eyes and hoped tomorrow would be better.

A/N

This is my first fanfic ever, so if it's bad I'm sorry. I wouldn't mind some constructive criticism however. And just to point out that this is just a prolouge and that the chapters will be longer than this.