SURPRISE! I made another Gravity Falls crossover story! This time with Silent Hill! This idea was too good to pass up and I feel like this needs to be told! :) For now, as per usual, I'll give you a little 'snippet' of what's going down here. Hope you all like this! By the way, Jack Coffison helped me out with this idea, so I just want to say thanks so much, man! :D
So without further ado...
Disclaimer: Gravity Falls is owned by Disney and Alex Hirsh. Silent Hill is owned by Konami. I'm just writing this for fun. XD
[EDIT: 5/31/2019]
SEE ME IN SILENT HILL
Dipper had reread the letter a hundred times even with his glasses on. Backward and forwards. He had run it through every codex he could think of, and he had run it through all manner of tests for invisible ink. But there was nothing. No hidden messages. And no clues. Just a message about the name of a small town in the northern-most part of the country.
It was probably a false lead. Someone's idea of a sick joke...or maybe even a trap. He had made more than a few enemies over the years. Interfering in the matters of the paranormal tended to that. Unfortunately, Dipper never really had a choice. No matter where he went, or what he did, weird things always seemed to follow him. Such as the life of being a paranormal investigator.
He was used to it by now. In fact, he couldn't really imagine his life any other way.
He started his business when he was twenty-four, him being the youngest paranormal detective there was. Very intelligent, he exceeded in his college years while staying in Los Angeles, never once taking a break...well, every once in a while. Got to catch up on 'Ghost Harassers".
His classmates and the student body do find it weird that the brainiac of the university only wanted to study the scientific essentials just so he can learn the supernatural aspects of it. None of them questioned it for long, while some still think it's a little odd. But Dipper doesn't care what other people think. He's interested in this type of field and wants to become a professional if he would ever want to become like Ford...or Stan, in a way. He did love using Stan's fisticuffs though when he passed them down to him when he and Mabel turned fifteen.
Stan originally thought of passing his fisticuffs down to Mabel, but he actually did think against it, since their parents wouldn't approve of their daughter punching anyone with metal rings on her knuckles. Besides, he had been training Dipper those boxing lessons, so he thought it would've been a more plausible decision to give them to him. Speaking of heirlooms, Ford also passed him down one of his laser swords, so now Dipper's all set when he's in close combat. It kind of made Mabel jealous that her brother got some of the quote-unquote 'cooler stuff', but the Grunkles made it up to her by passing down some of their other things, like Stan's boxing gloves, and Ford's altered laser watch-turned pepper spray watch. They even taught her a little bit the basics of fighting and Ford taught her how to use her watch, just so she can fight off whatever monster, offender, or any obnoxious boy(in Stan's words) that comes her way.
...Dipper just hopes...
...Sitting in his rental car, he breathed a heavy sigh. Dipper slowly folds the letter back into its envelope and puts it in his coat pocket. Leaning forward, he put his forehead on the edge of his steering wheel while resting his hands on the rim. As he closed his eyes, he drew another long, tired breath.
He had gone through three time-zones, two flights, and has been driving close to three hours to his destination, leaving him utterly exhausted. Taking a look at the clock on the car's dashboard, it read 8:20 PM.
It had been a long journey. He woke up around 4:30 AM to get himself to the San Francisco International Airport and get to his flight on time, which it departed around 6:00-ish. To be fair, he couldn't sleep last night and still hadn't when he took those flights. He even watched two in-flight movies that he randomly picked during his flight to New York, both of them being action films. He didn't really pay much attention to them...well at times he did. He had to do something on the flight, and sleeping apparently wasn't an option. He felt so wired and determined to get to this place ever since he received this letter in the mail.
He has to wonder though...could this letter really be from...
Dipper slowly raised his head off the steering wheel to stare out the windshield, only to find that it was pitch black outside. He just parked at a rest stop on the interstate to adjust his stiff joints from all the driving he had to do. Two hundred miles...he should've stopped at one hundred because right now, it would seem sleep is finally starting to catch up to him.
Pulling out his smartphone, Dipper lazily tapped on the screen until he found the map of the area he's in. Staring at the little marker on the screen labeled 'You Are Here', Dipper scrolled to where his intended destination was.
"Only another hour and thirty minutes away..." he muttered.
'I really should eat something.' Dipper thought, and as soon as that came into his mind, his stomach began to rumble.
Frowning at his hunger, Dipper puts away his phone and starts up the car. Maybe he should find a hotel and check in for the night... after he gets some dinner. He hopes a diner is around in these parts of Maine...
Why this town in Maine though? How did... Dipper shook his head, giving out an exasperated breath.
'Why am I here? Was this a waste of time and money?'
He sat in the drivers' seat of his rental car in silence, contemplating this whole journey at this point.
'…I have to know.'
Adjusting his glasses, he already decided. No turning back now.
Dipper put the car out of 'park' and backed up, putting it in drive as he rode off the ramp of the rest stop.
He kept driving, keeping his gaze trained on the wide open road stretching out in front of him. It seemed to go on forever. Stretching out eternally into the darkness beyond. After a while, watching the white lines speed past him began to feel almost hypnotic. Feeling himself start to drift off, Dipper quickly lowered down his window and was greeted with a gust of northern cool Summer night air.
Dipper shuddered and shook his head. Taking a few sharp breaths as he did his best to focus on the road in front of him. Not long after, he noticed a lit-up sign in the distance from his right and breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a diner just off the highway as well as a small motel, exactly on the exit where he has to go.
'That's convenient.' Dipper thought reassuringly.
He drove the car to the exit, and made his way over to the diner and motel, which were named 'Konami Diner' and 'The P.T. Motel'. Parking in one of the vacant parking lots, he turned off his car, got out into the cold night, and was about to walk to the diner, until he paused. He pats his brown trench coat for a moment, finding that his wallet was there, among another thing that was strapped around his shoulder and chest.
'Better safe than sorry.' Dipper thought with a frown.
Being in the line of paranormal adventures did get him on edge...he didn't want to take any chances, so he bought a gun and a shoulder harness with a gun holster at a pawn shop in Portland, Maine. Strapping it on to himself, he felt like one of those old-school film noir detectives, with the trench coat attire and everything, especially since he's going into a diner. All he really needs now is a cigarette to complete the look. Too bad he never took up smoking, so the dream hasn't been fully realized.
Dipper had earned his gun license the same year he officially became a private investigator. And yet, even now, he couldn't help but feel a little wary when he held a gun in his hands. So far, he had only ever used his gun back at home a handful of times, and it was only in self-defense against monsters. He hadn't used it on a person yet - and he was more than grateful. But whenever he picked up the weapon, he couldn't help but wonder...what if now was the time?
Taking his mind off of that, he glanced at the diner ahead of him.
The diner itself was a little retro looking, which Dipper had always appreciated. He had a thing for old diners...it kind of reminded him of Greasy's Diner back at Gravity Falls.
It never failed to put a little smile on his face when he thought of the town in Oregon.
All the times he'd been in Gravity Falls during the Summers really invigorated him. Those were some of the best days of his life. He remembered all the people he met there when he was younger, going on adventures and solving mysteries.
He recalled Soos, the lovable man-child, always giving him wacky words of advice and making him laugh. And it had been way back after Dipper and Mabel have turned nineteen, that Soos finally proposed to Melody. To make it short, she was helping Soos with the Shack every Summer and after four years of helping him out, she decided to move to Gravity Falls to be closer to him. Three years of dating later, they finally got engaged. Even more exciting, he wanted Dipper to be the best man. The couple postponed their wedding until the next Summer after the twins come back to Gravity Falls after their freshman year in college, becoming the blossoming age of twenty. Dipper was really happy for his big buddy and wished him all the best.
He also fondly remembered Wendy. All the times he hung out with her, whether it be at the diner, the woods, the Shack, anyplace that was a good hanging spot. She was his first crush, and she holds a special place in his heart.
Gravity Falls gave him a purpose in life. And he wouldn't be who he was if it wasn't for Stan and Ford. They're still living and kicking, even in their seventies, but they're still the Grunkles that he knows and loves. He talks to them from time to time on the phone back then in his teens and early twenties, always asking for advice from them than anybody, even from his parents...
His smile drops.
'...What happened?'
Shaking his head, he remembered why he was in the state of Maine in the first place.
'No...now's not the time to reminisce the past.'
He made his way to the diner, determined to find who he was looking for...
A bell chimed as he opened the door, and Dipper was relieved to feel a burst of warm air as he stepped inside. The warmth, along with the smell of food lingering in the air, was enough to once again make him smile.
The place looked fairly typical. There was a series of booths with red leather seats lined up next to a long window, there was an old jukebox by the entrance and the linoleum floor featured a black and white chevron pattern that seemed oddly familiar. The place seemed clean and well maintained. Not a single mess or stain in sight.
There seemed to be no other people here, except for probably the staff. He looked at his watch for the time.
8:37 PM
He did check the hours when he walked into the diner, and it said it closes at nine thirty. He would like to have more people crowding this place, to be honest. He didn't want to feel like he's making the workers here stay longer than they have to. But, on the other hand, lesser people means faster food service.
Eh, he's not complaining too much.
Once he's done scanning the diner, he took a seat on a nearby stool near the counter. He leans forward on it, resting his head on his arms and waited, careful not to fall asleep as he does. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.
"Hello there, sir. How can I help you?"
Dipper nearly jumps at the sound of the voice - but managed to keep it together. Turning to the right, he found himself greeted by a raven-haired man making his way over to him at the other side of the counter. The man seemed to be wearing an apron, along with casual clothes and looked to be in his early forties. The name-tag on his apron had the name 'Harry' on it.
Dipper clears his throat. "Uh, hey there. I was, um, just wondering if I could get somethin' to eat? I've kinda been traveling all day, so...I mean, if you're not closing up right now, that is."
The man named Harry smiles. "Traveling, you say? Where are you from, sir?" his voice came out as kind and patient.
"San Francisco," Dipper answers.
"San Francisco? Really? That's awesome!" a female voice came from Dipper's left.
Jumping once again - he didn't try to hide it this time - he turned around in his stool to see that a young girl with a waitress outfit on standing next to him. Having a happy smile on her face, her blonde hair(actually, it looked dyed) was shoulder-length and her age was probably close to seventeen.
"Are you a native there? Did you drove? I always wanted to go to California! What's it like over there in 'San Fran' as I heard the natives would say?" the girl says with gleeful curiosity, using quotation marks for 'San Fran'.
"Uh..." Dipper rubs the back of his head a little sheepishly and says, "Well, I am born in California. And no, I, um, flew here. Well, actually I did, well...drove here. My rental car is outside; I landed in Portland. And I just live in San Francisco right now." Dipper, wondering why he was revealing so much information to this girl, shook his head. "I-I'm sorry, but do you work here?"
"Pfft! Uh, yeah? Does the waitress uniform give it away?" the girl says teasingly.
"Heather, this is a customer..." reminds Harry in a soft stern tone.
"Oh come on, Dad, you were asking if he was traveling too." the girl named Heather says with a smirk, while Harry rolled his eyes.
"We got another customer?" says a male voice from inside the kitchen.
"Ah man, I was ready to call it a night. I told Mary that I was coming home in a little bit." another male voice says in the kitchen.
"It seems like we have, guys!" Heather calls out to them. "Come on, we can serve one more customer!"
"Hey, I'm fine with serving one more person. You just got to ask James here." a brunette haired man in his late twenties with an apron says, gesturing his head to his right at the blonde haired man that's in his late twenties as well.
The blonde haired man named James sighs. "Alright, alright. Just take his order already so me and Henry can fix it up."
"Gotcha!" Heather says with an eager thumbs up. She turns to Dipper. "So, what will you have? May I suggest our special? Our famous Konami Burger, served with hash-browns on the side, along with a slice of apple pie."
"Uh...yeah, sure. That sounds lovely, thanks," says Dipper with a small smile.
"Great! What to drink?"
"Oh, uh, Coke for me."
"Comin' up!" Heather says as she ripped the piece of notepad paper and made her way to the serving chute for the cooks named James and Henry to see.
Harry smiles at his daughter's prompted attitude. "I got to hand it to her, she knows how to work with people." he turns his head to Dipper, "You have to excuse my daughter. She's still a teenager after all."
Dipper smiles. "Hey, I've been there."
Harry chuckles. "So, what brings you all the way over here to Maine? Oh, actually, where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself and everyone else! My name is Harry, as you can probably tell from the name-tag. Last name is Mason, and that young lady over there is my daughter Heather. The cooks over there are James and Henry."
"Heh, nice to meet you all! The name's Dipper. Dipper Pines."
"Dipper? That's a strange name. Why are you called that?" Heather says as she came up to them.
"Heather, you know it's not polite to eavesdrop." Harry softly scolds her.
Heather smiles sheepishly, "Sorry. But it is kind of an odd name. No offense." she says when she turns to Dipper.
"Oh no, it's fine. It's, um...just a nickname I'd rather go by." Dipper explains.
"Oh, I see...embarrassing first name?" Heather says with a smirk.
"Heather." Harry scolded with a frown.
Dipper chuckles. "No, no, it's fine. Yeah, I have an embarrassing first name."
"Ah. So I'm guessing you're not going to reveal it to us?" Heather teases.
"Nope. Sorry." Dipper smirks.
Heather snickers. "Fair enough. If it makes you feel any better, my middle name is Cheryl."
"Huh. Well, that sounds pretty."
"Pfft! Thanks. Blame my dad." Heather says with a roll of her eyes.
"And it's a beautiful name, sweetheart. It was almost your first name as well," told Harry to his daughter.
"Oh, well darn," Heather says sarcastically.
Harry shook his head with a sigh. "Anyway, as I said before, what brings you to Maine?"
"Um...I'm just...meeting someone," Dipper says vaguely.
"Really? Who?" Heather asks.
"Now Heather, I think we asked enough questions. I'm certain Dipper wouldn't want to tell you about his personal life." Harry informs.
"Uh, heh...yeah. Sorry, Heather, it's pretty much a personal matter." Dipper confirms.
"Hey, okay, that's cool," Heather says with her hands up in mock surrender.
"Still, since you traveled all the way over here, how about you stay at the motel for the night?" Harry advises.
"I was just about to do that once I get something to eat," Dipper says with a smile.
"Great! I'm certain Mr. Cartland will get you a good room." Harry says.
"As long as he's not distracted by Mira," Heather says, rolling her eyes.
"Mira?" Dipper asked curiously.
"His dog. Smartest little thing. I wouldn't be surprised if she ran the whole motel." joked Harry.
Heather giggles. "Yeah, she's such a cutie. She makes ol' Douglas get into top shape and not let him sleep or lounge on the job."
Dipper chuckles. "Sounds like you're all a lively bunch."
"Well, my dad here always tries to make us have 'safety precautions' and whatnot, especially to me. He actually gave me a taser gun for my sixteenth birthday." Heather says with her hand on her forehead, feeling slightly embarrassed about it. "My dad is such a 'worrywart'."
"Well, you never know, Heather. You could be abducted by crazy people. They could use you as a sacrifice for some crazed cult." Harry informs.
"Ooookay, no more crime dramas for you, dad." Heather rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.
"I'm serious. People are nuts out there." Harry assures her.
"You know, you really should listen to your father's advice," Dipper says, his tone a little serious all of a sudden. "I've seen my fair share of...cases on that sort of thing. You don't know what could be out there."
"Thank you," Harry says in gratitude.
"Whoa. What are you, a detective?" Heather asks with curiosity and interest.
"In a way. I'm a private investigator." Dipper simply says.
"Whoa, awesome! Douglas knows some P.I.'s. You two can probably chat away on that." Heather smirks.
The bell jingled once more. Dipper turned slightly in his chair to see who else entered the diner.
A woman had just entered, her hair blonde and somewhat petite, the woman walked with a supreme air of confidence. Her hair stopped to her shoulders, and she was wearing a long, black trench-coat. Not unlike the one he was wearing - although hers looked much more expensive. To go along with her trench coat, she was also wearing a dark purple beret with a matching scarf and a rather bulky looking pair of sunglasses on. She's also wearing what looked to be expensive looking designer jeans and a pair of Ugg boots. Lastly, she has a red purse that's wrapped around her shoulder.
Dipper blinked, as well as Harry and Heather.
"Um...hello. Welcome to Konami Diner. How may we help you?" Harry asks the woman.
The woman glances at Harry, lowering her sunglasses with her hand. "I need something to eat."
Heather raises a brow. "Well...okay..."
The woman stood there for a bit until she wordlessly sat on one of the barstools that were two seats away from Dipper.
She sat there for a few seconds until she scowls. "Well, I need a menu."
"Oh! Um, sorry! Yes, in a moment, ma'am." Harry then reaches for a menu underneath the counter and gave it to her. Taking it, she looks at it for a while, not saying a word.
Heather pursed her lips, apparently not impressed with the woman's attitude so far. "Hm..." she turns back to James and Henry, "Sorry guys, we got another customer!"
James sighed loudly, while Henry just shrugged. "I heard the bell. Just ask her what she wants," James says casually, with a little bit of tired frustration.
Heather turns back to the woman. "Sorry about James. It's almost closing time and he wants to get back to the Mrs."
"Hm, that's sweet." the woman says simply, not looking up to her.
Heather stares at her for a moment, her eyes narrowed in a slight glower at her answer, but said nothing, "Um...yes, it is...would you like try our special? It's our famous Konami Burger, served with a side of hash browns-"
"Too fattening. I'll just have a regular house salad along with some balsamic vinaigrette dressing," she bluntly says, lowering her menu on the counter.
Heather frowns. "...O-kay then." she wrote down the order. "That'll be easy for the boys. I'll give the order to them right away."
"Hm." the woman says examining her nails. "Oh, and maybe some water while I'm at it."
"...Gotcha." Heather then went back into the kitchen.
Dipper stares at the woman for a moment, even while she was sitting there. Despite her attitude, she certainly was beautiful, striking even. He even admits that his heartbeat quickened a bit when she came in.
"I'll go in the kitchen and check on your meal," Harry says, interrupting Dipper's thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, uh, thanks."
Harry nods with a smile went into the kitchen to check on his order.
That left both Dipper and the woman alone on their barstools.
Dipper sat there in awkward silence. He really had nothing to do besides just sit there and wait for his food. No one else was here beside the workers, him, and the pretty lady. He frowned at his luck. Even after having finally graduated from the hellish nightmare that was puberty, he still felt a little gawky around pretty girls. It was more than a little frustrating. He had hoped that he'd have gotten over that by now. But then again, it wasn't like he had a lot of practice in that area. After all, he spent most of his time buried in research for his work.
It was very rare that he managed to get some time for himself - and whenever he did, he usually spent it lazing around his apartment, watching bad day-time TV. Over time, these habits of his had made him something of a recluse. Which, for the most part, he was fine with. The only real downside was that his 'people skills' had gotten somewhat rusty.
Sitting there quietly, he decides to take another glance at the woman.
She indeed looked gorgeous, her face flawless from any blemishes, her form, and posture very proper, and her hair looking smooth and silky. Getting something out of her purse, the object was a handheld makeup mirror. She opens it and looks at herself in her reflection. She stares at herself for just moment and frowns. Sighing, she closed mirror and put it back in her purse.
'Huh...you know...she almost looks familiar.' Dipper thought, a little intrigued.
"Uh, can I help you?"
Dipper jumps at the new voice. Blinking, he realized that it was the woman who spoke. He can see that she was looking at him oddly with a glower, almost as if she's testing him to say something back.
"Um..." Dipper adjusts his glasses. "I-I'm sorry, you just look...familiar somehow."
The woman stares at him, unsure how to react to that. She scoffs and says, "Is that supposed to be a pick-up line?"
Blinking dumbly, Dipper blushes a little. Getting his thoughts together, he shook his head and said, "N-No, I, uh, I was just..." he frowns. "Well sorry, I thought you looked like someone I knew a long time ago."
Her expression softens a bit. "...Hm." she turns her gaze back to the counter.
Dipper raises an eyebrow. 'Wonder what her deal is?' She may be drop-dead beautiful, but there's no reason to act snarky...actually...she almost acted like-
"Here you are," Harry says to Dipper as he put his meal on the counter in front of him.
Dipper, startled once more (to his continuing embarrassment) looks at the delicious looking food in front of him. The burger looked quite big and the hash-browns were golden to a crisp. His drink also occupied his meal, which he didn't know if it arrived a little later or earlier.
"Hope you enjoy," Harry says with a smile.
Looking up at the man, Dipper smiles as well. "Thanks! It looks wonderful."
"It should be," James says over at the kitchen.
Harry chuckles and turns back to Dipper. "Enjoy. Your slice of apple pie should be here after you finish." he then left to the kitchen again.
As soon as Dipper smelled the hot meal in front of him, his mouth began to water. Picking up the sandwich, he took a bite and savors the taste.
"So where are you headed?"
Dipper pauses in his eating and turns to the woman a couple seats next to him. She looks at him with a certain curiosity, looking like she was testing him again with whatever answer he'll likely say.
Chewing his food for a bit, he swallows his bite and said, "Uh...why do you ask?"
"Well, we're the only ones here, might as well strike a conversation," the woman answers.
Blinking, he looks at her strangely. "Okay...well...I'm heading towards a town."
Her eyes slightly widen. "...What's the name of it?"
Not sure if he should tell her, Dipper was thinking of a quick cover...
'Actually...I really shouldn't worry so much. I mean, I did make some enemies, but what are the chances of her going after me as well as following me? And what are the chances of her being some sort of succubus? Besides, she just wants to know what town I'm going to.'
"Hello?" the woman says a little impatiently.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Dipper decides to just go out and say it. "Silent Hill."
Her expression looks a little surprised at first...however, it changes into a look of annoyance. "I see." she turns her attention forward from where she was sitting.
Looking at her oddly, he raises an eyebrow in question. "Um...are you okay?"
It was then Heather came in with the salad. "Okay, one house salad! Here ya are."
"On second thought, I'm gonna have that to go." the woman advises.
Heather blinks at her as she stares at her for a couple of seconds. "...Alright then. No problem." She then went back to the kitchen with the salad in her hands.
Not knowing what is going on with her, Dipper asks curiously, "Did I offend you somehow?"
She turns her head to him, a glare on her face which surprised Dipper. "Don't patronize me."
Heather went back in. "Okay, here ya go. And here's your bi-"
"Keep it," she gave Heather a twenty dollar bill from her wallet that she expertly got out and laid it on the counter. "As well as the change." she grabs her to-go salad box and scurried out of the door.
Dipper blinks in confusion as his gaze followed her exit.
Heather, on the other hand, looks at the retreating woman strangely with a raised brow, "Okay...talk about odd. And honestly, who wears sunglasses at night?" she looks down at the twenty dollar bill on the counter and smiles. "I guess she isn't so bad if she gave me a tip!" Grabbing the bill she put it in her pocket and asks Dipper. "So how is the burger?"
Dipper stares at the door that the mysterious woman left out of. "Um..." he shook his head and turns to the girl, "It's great."
"Thanks! Hope you enjoy the rest, as well as the apple pie, too!" Heather says as she went back to the kitchen.
However, he sat there thinking about the woman that was in the diner a while ago.
'...It couldn't be...could it?'
His stomach growling, he decides to let it go for now and enjoy his meal.
After finishing and paying for his meal, he drove his rental car to the motel parking lot, which was next to the diner. When he was about to park, he saw a nice looking sports car in the parking lot. Raising an eyebrow, he can only guess that the car belonged to the attractive woman, seeing as how she looked to be on the wealthy side...
Dipper narrows his eyes as he frowns. "Could it...really be?"
As soon as he parks the car, he got out of it and went to the back of the sports car to take a look at the license plate to get some sort of clue.
The license plate says, 'NYBLDE'.
Once more, he frowns. "Huh..." He can pretty much figure out what the words meant. "New York Blonde..." he mutters. Even the plate says 'New York'...
'Well, I know one thing, she's obviously from New York. She also must've already been here before I did. I did happen to see her car when I drove up to the diner...maybe the similarities are all just one big coincidence...'
He releases a sigh and looks at his watch.
9:30 PM
'I think now would be a good time to check in for the night.' he muses. He was tired, and that meal made him even sleepier. Dipper made his way to the car to get his duffle-bag out and head on into the main lobby to get his room key from the reception desk.
Once he got his key from the man named Douglas (and met his adorable pet dog, Mira), he went over to his motel room. It was an outside motel, so he had easy access to his car. His number was labeled '6', which he found, unlocked, and entered. He carries his duffle-bag in and plops it on the floor.
As he sat on his bed, he took his glasses off and rubs his eyes. Taking a deep breath and sighing, he put them back on, and slouches for a moment, thinking about what made him drop everything to come here in the first place.
He dug in his coat pocket to get the letter out. Unfolding it, he read it again, observing it for what literally felt like the thousandth time.
Dipper,
Do you remember that special place I used to dream of? The one I couldn't find? Well, I think I finally found it.
Come find me at Silent Hill, Maine.
And be careful of the fog!
Love...
He sighs once more as he folds it again and puts it quickly in his coat pocket.
"...I need some sleep." he mutters.
Taking off his shoes, he laid back on his bed, still in his clothes. As he stares up at the ceiling, his eyes were getting heavy. Removing his glasses and laying them on the nightstand next to his bed, he drifts off to sleep.
Dipper...
Help me...
I'm scared...
Please...
Help...
Please...find me...find me...
Find me.
Dipper gasps, eyes wide open as he awoke, drenched in cold sweat.
Slowly sitting up on his mattress, he breathes heavily, eyes wide as he clutched onto his chest.
He shivered and shook his head. Reaching for his glasses at his nightstand, he puts them on and glances at the electric alarm clock for the time.
5:30 AM
Groaning, he rubs his face in agitation.
"I need some air..." he mutters.
Getting up from his mattress, he put on his shoes and went to his door. Opening it, he walks out of his room and stood there, closing his eyes as he took an inhale of the morning dew and exhales it out.
The silence surrounded him at that moment, taking him in. The sun would rise up soon, and it will illuminate the serenity of this beautiful natural forest that's surrounding him...
...He then heard something else.
Phssssssssssst...
Opening his eyes, he turns to the source of the sound.
It sounded like it came from his...rental car?
A few feet away from where he's standing, he notices his rental car's tires are sinking a bit.
Blinking at the sight, he made his way over to the car. As soon as he got a little closer...
It was then a blonde haired woman's head pops up from behind the left side of his rental.
"Huh?" Dipper says in confusion.
The blonde woman looks startled and set his eyes on him...
Dipper lowers his gaze at what she has in her hand...
...She was carrying a metal nail filer.
He put two and two together; the flat tires and the nail filer.
"...Wait, what?" Dipper says in surprise.
The woman stood there, frozen like a deer caught in a car's headlights, afraid to move from her spot as her expression was kept blank.
"Are you...are you slashing my car's tires!?" Dipper exclaims in disbelief. "With a nail filer!?"
The blonde female then made a dash to her car. Dipper though was quicker, as he rushes over to her, catching up and grabbing onto her arm.
"Hey! Let go!" The woman yells, "You weren't supposed to be up yet!"
"Well now I am!" Dipper yells back, "Why did you slash my rental car's tires!?"
"That's your rental car?" she struggles from his grip. "Tch! I would've picked a better one than that!"
"Who do you think you are!?" Dipper asks loudly, a little peeved that this woman cut off his means of transportation to where he has to go.
"You...you don't know?" The woman stops struggling and stood there with a raised brow, her arm still in Dipper's hand.
"Of course I don't know! Even though you do look fa...miliar..." He gazes at her closely. She wasn't wearing her beret, and her scarf wasn't covering her face. She expressed a look of realization once she stared at Dipper.
"Wait..." Dipper mutters. He looks closer at her face, when all of a sudden, the woman raised her hand to move the messy bangs away from his forehead. Blinking in bafflement as well as blushing a good bit, he stood there frozen.
The woman stares at the unmistakable birthmark on top of his forehead in disbelief.
"...Dipper?" the woman says in shock.
"Pa...Pacifica?" Dipper stutters, stunned.
His assumption was correct...
They stared at each other for a while...until Pacifica quickly removes her hand away from Dipper's forehead, almost as if he was hot to the touch.
Which basically, his whole face was, thanks to Pacifica's soft touch.
"W-What are you doing here!?" she asks, blushing a red hue.
"M-Me? W-What are you doing here!?" he asks, astounded that one of his friends from Gravity Falls is here in Maine...
...Man, how long has it actually been?
"I asked you first!" Pacifica counters.
"I-..." Dipper closes his mouth, averting his eyes away from Pacifica. He then turns them back to her. "First of all, why did you slash my tires?"
Pacifica winces. "W-Well, I...I thought you were someone else."
"Someone else?" Dipper says in slight confusion. "Who?"
"I thought you were..." she huffs irritably and glances at her shoes, "...I thought you were just some stupid paparazzi."
"Paparazzi?" he asks, his eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity.
She was quiet for a bit...until she glances back up at him. "Okay, since I've told you a little bit about that info, now it's your turn. What are you doing here?"
Dipper's mouth pursed into a thin line, contemplating if he should say anything about what he's doing out here. Silent for a moment, he decides to answer the question. However, he'll keep it as vague as possible, all the while keeping some truth to it. "I'm...meeting someone."
Pacifica looks at him oddly, her right eyebrow raised in interest.
"...W-...what?" he asks, puzzled as to why she's making that face.
"I'm...meeting someone, too."
"You are?" Dipper blinks. "Who?"
"Someone," she answers obscurely herself.
Now Dipper looks at her strangely. "Um...okay?"
Feeling nervous under his gaze, Pacifica adds. "You said you're going to Silent Hill?"
"Huh?" Dipper once again blinks, confused at the change of conversation. "Uh...yeah."
"I am too."
Now his eyes widen in shock. "What?"
"Yeah. I...I have a letter." Pacifica reveals.
Stunned, he says, "Me too."
"Really?" she asks in surprise.
"Yeah..."
Pacifica was silent as she stares at him. "Who...who are you meeting?"
Dipper looks conflicted, "...I can't say."
Blinking, Pacifica says, "Why not?"
"I just..." he quickly changes the subject. "So, um, Pacifica, how are you? It's been a while."
She frowns. "You're changing the subject."
"Yeah, well, you didn't tell me who you were going to meet, so I feel like I shouldn't say anything either."
"I told you, it was someone," she says, her tone getting a little defensive.
"I never met a person named 'someone' before."
"Yeah, well..." Pacifica stops her sentence, her facial expression abruptly changing into a mixture of emotions. But two of them stood out the most...sadness and disappointment. And Dipper noticed this.
"Pacifica?" he says, frowning in concern.
"...What happened, Dipper?"
Curious as to what she meant by that, he asks, "What do you mean?"
Her face morphs into an expression of hurt. It then bounces back into an angry glare aimed at him, "What do I mean!?" she yells, "What do you think I mean!? You and Mabel haven't talked to me for seven years!"
His eyes grew wide at the outburst. "Wha-"
"Both of you haven't even called me back when I tried to call you two! Do you know what kind of hell I've been through for the last several years!? Do you!? And when I needed you two the most!"
"What-whoa, Paci-"
"What, was I not your standard of a friend? Was I just an annoyance!? You rather hang out with your other pals except me!? I mean, I know I have flaws and all, but you two could at least say what they are to my face!"
"Pacifica-"
"No! I'm talking! Just...why!? Why didn't you and Mabel contact me!? Was there something wrong with me!? I try to change, and I really have! I mean, did you all just...just gave up on me!?" she was getting hysterical as her eyes start to water. "What did I do!? I'm sorry I haven't met up to your or everyone else's expectations!" she hiccups, "What did I do WRONG!?"
"PACIFICA!" Dipper hollers.
"What!? What!? What could you possibly say that makes this whole situation better!?"
Dipper stares at her, his eyes filled with sorrow behind his glasses, feeling ashamed for not keeping in touch for that long, while Pacifica also just stares at him with forming tears in her eyes, her anger slowly breaking away into a more sad and pitiful look.
"...I'm...I'm sorry," Dipper said.
She stood there, her eye makeup running and making a mess as tears went down her face. She sniffles, "...Why, though? What could possibly be the reason you and Mabel haven't talked to me for that long after college?"
He was silent once more, trying to find the right words to answer her question. Before he did though, he says, "Pacifica...I haven't really been keeping in contact with anyone since the end of my junior year in college."
Pacifica looks at him in bewilderment. "What?"
"I...haven't been keeping tabs with Soos, Wendy, any of my friends, family, even Grunkle Stan and Ford. It's...it's not just you..."
Pacifica blinks, stunned. "You mean...you're not avoiding me?" realizing how that sounds, she adds, "And Mabel's not avoiding me as well?"
Dipper smiles. "No, of course not. For me, I'm just...well, I'm a private paranormal investigator now. It's a pretty busy profession."
Pacifica stares at him blankly. "...Really?" she said as she chuckles in humorous disbelief, her spirits slowly lifted. "That's like the most generic and predictable occupation you can possibly choose for yourself."
"Heh. Well, I guess I'm just boring then." Dipper shrugs in good humor.
"No, it just means you're a nerd," Pacifica says with a smirk.
"Ah, you bounced right back up. That's the Pacifica I know." Dipper smiles genuinely. His smile faltered, however. "I...I really am sorry though for not getting in contact with you."
She glances at the ground, taking his apology in silence. "...Well...I'm really sorry that I blew up on you like that."
He shook his head. "Don't be. I've...been kind of distracted lately."
She hums as she stood there. "To be fair, I've been kind of busy too...I live in New York City in Manhattan now. I own a luxury condo realty business and I'm a part-time designer."
"Ah. You have been pretty busy then." he smiles.
Chuckling, Pacifica tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She went silent for a moment. "...Dipper...have you really never contacted your other friends and family?"
He frowns. "...Yeah."
"...But, why is that? What about Mabel? Do you sometimes talk to her? How is she?"
…Everything became deathly silent.
Pacifica looks at Dipper in confused curiosity. "Dipper?"
...He glances down at the ground, a grim look on his face as he remained quiet.
She kept staring at him, wondering why he hasn't answered her questions...until her mouth flew opened and her eyes showed worry. "Dipper...what...what happened to Mabel?"
"...Mabel's gone missing."
The news hit Pacifica like a bombshell. "W-What?"
"She's...missing," Dipper repeats, a little solemnly that time.
She stood there in shock. "...W-...When did she start to go missing?"
"...Seven years ago," Dipper said grimly, "She disappeared around the month of May...during the end of our sophomore year in college."
"Oh..." she then put the pieces together as she thought of the time-frame for when Dipper and Mabel's communication went cold. Her eyes widened as she uttered, "Oh...o-oh my...my gosh, Dipper, I'm...I'm so sorry." Pacifica apologized sincerely.
"You didn't know..." Dipper simply says. He still kept his eyes on the ground for a couple of more seconds, until he looks up at Pacifica. "I found a lead though."
"A lead? Wait, to find Mabel?" she asks astonished.
"Yeah...a tip, almost."
"A tip? From who?"
"...From this." Dipper got the letter out of his coat jacket and gave it to her.
Pacifica looks at the letter in surprise. She took it from his hand, unfolds it, and reads it.
Dipper,
Do you remember that special place I used to dream of? The one I couldn't find? Well, I think I finally found it.
Come find me at Silent Hill, Maine.
And be careful of the fog!
Love...
"...Love, Mabel?" she finishes reading the letter in shocked disbelief. She looks up at Dipper to see his reaction.
His face was serious, a firm resolution shown across his facial features.
"I don't know if it's a trap. All I know is...if I don't go to this town of 'Silent Hill'...then...I would lose my only chance...I don't know if she's alive or..." his face scrunches up, not wanting to think about the alternative. "...either way, I could finally...find her." He looks at Pacifica with so much hope. "...I could find Mabel."
Find me.
Well, there ya have it! The first chapter of See Me in Silent Hill! I hope I caught your interest! :D
So yeah, you can all throw your theories from here on what happened to Mabel! I won't tell you though, even if you might have guessed or figured it out. Is she okay? Is she trapped somewhere? YOU DECIDE! ...AND WAIT, APPARENTLY, BECAUSE IF YOU KNOW ME BY NOW, MY STORIES TAKE A GOOD LONG WHILE TO UPDATE. X(
By the way, yes, the 'P.T. Motel'. It stands for 'Pleasant Times'. XD Actually, Jack thought that one up, as well as the 'Konami Diner' bit! ;D By the way, yes, I used some SH characters in here. I hope some of their personalities are somewhat kept in check. XP
Also, Dipper and Pacifica won't be the only people that are visiting Silent Hill. As you can tell from the character selection, they'll be making their appearance real soon. ;D
Well, that's all I have to say! Hope you enjoy what's to come! It'll get intense from here, but it'll still have that quirky GF humor we all know and love. :D
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Until then, thanks for reading and keep on rocking everybody! ^_^
-TSP
