Hello Fallers! (For those of you who follow me, I'm sorry this isn't an update on Find Me... It's just kinda... on hold.) So this is my first Gravity Fall Fanfic... Ive done some for How To Train Your Dragon before, but this idea popped into my head... so here we go! I'm not really sure what do with this story, so if you guys have some ideas that would be awesome! Also, this contains spoilers from Sock Opera episode, and Journal 3, so if you haven't seen any of those... i suggest you do because they're great!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls... at all. So yeah...

(warning... contains "suicide", just in case)

Enjoy!

I never even saw it coming... I was so caught up in this stupid puppet show I didn't even notice. I stood frozen; time had slowed down as I witnessed it happen. As he let his body lean forward and his feet slip off the railing, as gravity took hold of him, and as his body slammed into the ground below. I remember letting out a blood-curdling scream, sprinting to him and skidding on my knees next to his body. Everything around me didn't exist; it was just he and I. A thousand chills ran down my spine as I watched an exaggerated grin spread across my brother's face, an earsplitting laugh erupting out of his mouth and insanity in his eyes. Fear bubbled in my gut as I watched him writhe in pain along with the contrasting laughter; I had no words. I could only watch. Watch as he twitched then slowly fall limp. Watch as he was lifted onto a stretcher and the two white doors slammed shut. And watched as the ambulance drove away and the sirens grew quiet. I stood in silence.

Blood…blood on my hands…blood in the dirt. There was so much...

The days went by so slow. Stan had hidden himself away somewhere, every time I saw him he looked worse than the last. Alcohol on his breath and bloodshot eyes, he never spoke to me. I was too afraid to raise my voice and ask how he was or what he was doing. It was filled with only an awkward silence between us.

The attic was cold and empty without Dipper, his side of the room the same as it was before he... left. I never slept; I only stared at the ceiling and pretended I was just dreaming. I wanted to believe it was nothing but my imagination. But it was never true, reality won and I realized he was gone.

Mom and Dad had come up when they heard the news. They cried. We hugged. I was going back home in a couple of days, although what's home without your best friend? Without the person you've spent every waking moment with? The person you did everything with? Nothing. That's what. Mom and Dad barely spoke too, whenever they did it was brief, Mom cried a lot. Every time I saw her she had tears streaming down her face, I could hear her sobbing in other rooms. Dad pretended to stay strong, to be the optimist, to see a better future. But I could see he was in just as much pain as the rest of us.

I had gone numb to every emotion. I had cried everything away and now I was just void of feelings. My brightly colored sweaters just made me sad, my sticker collection mocked me, Waddles tried his best to make me smile, but my smiles were only for show. Sometimes it felt like Dipper was still there, but I always brushed it off as my imagination messing with my head. It was so, so quiet.

The Mystery Shack was closed ever since the incident. Soos and Wendy barely came by; when they did it was to check on Grunkle Stan or me. But it was almost pointless, a kind gesture, but pointless. I just think they really don't know how to react, but in reality, do any of us? It was so shocking. No one saw it coming, not even speculated that something was up. Sure I could tell he was sleep deprived and stressed... but this? That wasn't the Dipper I knew. He would never do something so extreme. We would tell each other everything... at least I thought we did, maybe this was the one secret he kept? No... There had to be a better explanation.

I watched as Mom and Dad packed all of our things into the car, Dipper's stuff packed up in boxes and sealed with tape, mine just in my regular suitcases. I sat on the porch of the Shack as tears slowly rolled down my cheeks, I felt a hand placed on my shoulder, I looked up and saw Grunkle Stan towering over me. His face devoid of emotion but his eyes saying a million words. He still smelled of alcohol as he sat down next to me, but I still leaned my head against him. For the first time in what felt like ages, I heard his gravely voice.

"...How are you?" He said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact and focusing on the trees.

I wiped away a tear with my hand and answered with a brief, "Fine..."

"I highly doubt that," he blankly stated. Of course it was a stupid thing to say, to say one was "fine" after something like that was always a lie.

"I... I don't know. I don't know how to think anymore, my thoughts are a scattered mess. I just wish everything were back to normal... I wish I had Dipper back. I wish I had my best friend back..." I began to cry harder and felt Grunkle Stan's arm wrap around me as my weak cries turned into sobs. I hadn't cried so hard since that day, the emotions all bottled up inside spilling out at once. "Grunkle Stan... why did this happen?" I whimpered after I regained my breath.

"I don't know, Mabel... I wish I knew, but I just... don't. I'm sorry,"

"You don't have to be sorry, Grunkle Stan..." I paused for a second as I thought about things, "Where did you go?"

"Huh...?"

"Where did you go? After that day it was like you just... disappeared," I asked again.

"Oh... I just stayed away... I had to think and spend time with myself... that's all." He told me, in my gut I felt like there was more, but I didn't have the energy to pester him into saying any more.

"I needed you..." I whispered, hoping he didn't hear but he did.

"I'm sorry Mabel... sorry I left you when you needed someone most. It was stupid of me..." I could hear his voice crack as he spoke; I just laid my head in his lap and watched the wind play with the trees.

A car pulled up, it was black with a long back end… the hearse, with my brother in a wooden box in the back ready to be brought back to Piedmont and be buried in the ground for the rest of time. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to go back, it just didn't feel right. Something else was nagging at my brain telling me I needed to stay. Like I was missing something.

Before I got into the car a memory sparked in my head, I remember leaving something in Stan's car. I asked to get in his car and search for the thing I had lost; it was one of my headbands that I had taken off on a ride back to the Mystery Shack. But as I searched along the seats and the floor of the car something caught my eye, something white, and something paper. Curiosity got the best of me and I unfolded it, my heart stopped as I read the letters scribbled on the paper in black ink. It read:

"Note to self: Possessing people is hilarious! To think of all the sensations I've been missing out on—burning, stabbing, drowning. It's like a buffet tray of fun! Once I destroy that journal, I'll enjoy giving this body its grand finale— by throwing it off the water tower! Best of all, people will just think Pine Tree lost his mind, and his mental form will wander in the Mindscape forever. Want to join him, Shooting Star?"

I had frozen in place as I read the note over and over again, not really believing what I was reading. Had Bill really done this? Was he the one who killed Dipper—who murdered him? My heart began to race; I clenched the note in a tight fist and sprinted back to Stan. I skidded to a halt as a realization hit, something he said in the note, "... and his mental form will be left to wander in the mindscape forever..." Dipper was still out there! He was stuck in the "mindscape", whatever that meant! And then more realization hit, Bill wouldn't have killed Dipper if he hadn't destroyed the Journal... so the Journal must have been burned, or torn up, or shredded, or whatever... I had no way of knowing what to do. I wasn't clever like Dipper was, he was the one who dealt with possession, and ghosts, and stuff, not me!

Lost in thought I didn't even notice Grunkle Stan and my parents standing in front of me, concerned looks on their faces as they brought me back to reality. Without skipping a beat I grabbed Grunkle Stan,

"Dipper is still out there!" I exclaimed as I started to drag him away.

"WHAT!?" He asked with obvious confusion.

"Yes! He's stuck in the mindscape because Bill possessed and killed him and now he's trapped there because he doesn't have his body and we need to get him back somehow before I leave and loose him forever!" I said at a thousand miles per hour without taking a breath. Both Stan and my parents gave me blank looks.

"Whoa whoa... slow down, Mabel! Could you repeat that, a little slower this time?" Stan had yanked me to a stop and I was forced to explain.

"It's Bill... he possessed Dipper, destroyed the Journal... then threw him off the water tower..." I told him, he still had a look of confusion as he processed my words. I handed him the crumpled up note and as he read it his eyes grew wide, "we have to save him, Grunkle Stan..." I said delicately after he had finished reading it.

"Alright... I have an idea."

"Bill! Stop this! Don't do it!" I screamed, he stood, possessing my body, at the top of the water tower. He was balancing on the railing like a fool; a huge grin spread across his—my—face.

"Or what, Pine Tree? What're you gonna do?! Stuck in the mindscape you can't do anything! And with that journal burnt to a crisp, without being able to communicate to your family, you are trapped. Trapped between worlds, just like me. Forced to be a "ghost" for the rest of eternity. And without a vessel to possess you can't do anything about it." Bill's words made my anger spike, my hatred grew with every syllable, and I needed to do something! But he was right... there was nothing I could do.

And there he stood... laughing like an insane person, standing on the edge of the railing without a care in the world.

"Say goodbye to your future, Pine Tree!" He leaned forwards, arms spread out as he let gravity take over.

"NO!" I screamed and flew down to where he landed, there was so much blood, it pooled from the back of my body's head. I heard Mabel scream... I had never heard her scream so loud before, I wanted to tell her so desperately that I was ok! She slid on her knees next to my body, tears streaming down her face and her screams echoing around me. She stopped and sat frozen as she watched Bill, laughing and twitching, I could almost hear him saying, "Pain is hilarious" as he writhed on the ground, swimming in my blood. I felt sick, oh so sick... but as a ghost nothing happened.

Mabel hadn't said one word, she just wailed and cried and screamed. My body had fallen limp now and Bill was back in the mindscape, no longer needing his "puppet".

"Quite the finale, eh Pine Tree?" He laughed psychotically.

"Mabel... she doesn't even know I'm fine... what did you do!" I screamed and tried to lunge at him, but it was useless, he simply just dodged my blows and lunges like it was nothing.

"Welcome to your home, for eternity. And I get to watch you suffer every moment of it, as you watch your pathetic family go through so much pain... and all you can do is watch. Watch as your sister goes through her miserable life without her twin, as your parents break, and so much more. Enjoy AHAHAHAHAHA!" And with that... he was gone. I felt so broken, anger bubbled up inside me towards him. I wanted so badly to tell Mabel that I was ok, that I was there with her. But I didn't know how.

I floated next to her and watched the EMTs place my body on a stretcher and take me away in an ambulance. Mabel had become silent, tears flowing from her eyes as she sat in the dirt mixed with muddy blood. Her hands were red from holding my head, and she just held them out on her lap in utter shock.

I followed her to the car as she went to the hospital, Grunkle Stan drove and there was a heavy silence. Mabel cried quietly as she stared out the window, Stan had a blank expression, obviously not knowing how to register everything.

In the hospital room they had laid my body on a bed, still in that reverend costume that was now stained with blood with rips here and there. I noticed the fork stab wounds on my arms, the way my bones were at awkward angles, all the bruises from falling down the stairs, and being slapped by my own hands. And of course every injury I had achieved from being thrown off a water tower. Mabel was kneeling at the bedside, my hand in hers as she sobbed. Stan had sat down; his head buried in his hands and his shoulders shaking… this was too much. Every second I watched this scene was like a stab to the heart.

Days passed and I had been keeping an eye on Mabel and my family... it wasn't good. I never once saw Mabel smile, only pretend. Even when Mom and Dad came up, all she did was cry. But now there was no emotion on her face, just a blank expression, I just wish I knew what was going on inside her head.

Tonight she sat on her bed, the lantern the only light in the room; she was flipping through the pages of her scrapbook, reminiscing the old times, the Polaroids of our summer, our adventures, and awkward selfies. And yet... no smile. Not even a hint of one.

"Mabel... I'm so sorry... this is all my fault and I just wish I could tell you how much I miss you! How much I miss your smile... please smile Mabel... for me." I spoke to her, but it still did nothing... for a split second it looked like she could hear me, like a glimmer of hope was in her eyes, but it left just as fast as it had come. And I was yet still a ghost to her.

I had followed Grunkle Stan for a couple of hours...—or days, who knows— once. It was, interesting. I had learned something about our Grunkle. I had followed him to the vending machine... but was confused when he punched in a code, and instead of candy, it opened up to a stairway. I was shocked to think that had been there this whole time and no one knew! But what was he hiding? I decided to see where he was going. He walked down the stairs and into an elevator. It went down three floors and what I saw next was... mind boggling, to say the least. Our Grunkle was up to something, I didn't know what, but it was big. And I mean it was huge! There, right under our noses this whole time, was I giant... triangle. To be honest I didn't know what the heck it was. It was an inverted triangle shape with I huge circle in the center. Whatever it was, Stan wanted to keep it secret... but why? What was it?

He sat down at a desk and slumped in the chair, he hadn't looked too good these past few days, I could tell my "death" was hard for him to contemplate, that everything happening was so confusing. He'd pulled out a glass bottle of some kind of alcohol and poured it into a shot glass... I'd never seen him drink before, and it was unsettling, yeah adults drink, but for some reason this was different. I felt awkward being there and left him alone, still questioning what he was making, or tampering, or whatever, with down there. But questions will come with answers... in time.

Mom and Dad were a whole other story... it was so heart breaking seeing their faces the second they stepped out of the car and Mabel running up to them, there were so many tears. I had actually tried screaming to get their attention, to let them know I was there. But of course that didn't work.

I had watched Mom cry—sob, herself to sleep every night. I watched Dad cry as well... which I had never seen before, he was always the optimist, always the strong one, he never cried. Seeing him do so broke me even more. He had even gotten angry when he was alone, and slammed his fist down on the table all while yelling as loud as possible.

This was torture... this was the most pain I had ever been in and it wasn't even physical. I could tell this was Bill's plan, he did this to me, and he trapped me here to suffer. To watch my family fall apart and to endure every moment of it. For secrets to be revealed and I can't do anything about them. To see walls crumble, and hearts shatter. To scream and never be heard. I. Hate. Bill.

"Well, well, well, well, well..." speak of the devil... my anger boiled inside me when I heard that sickening voice, Bill had appeared out of, seemingly, no where, "Enjoying the show, are we?" He asked sarcastically.

"GRRR BILL!" I screamed and launched myself at him with a clenched fist, ready for a blow to his stupid, one eye. He deflected the punch with a swipe of his hand and I was thrown through a wall. I regained control of my floating form and came back to where he was smugly levitating in a relaxed position, making my anger grow even more, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!"

"Because, watching you suffer is hilarious! Remember, I could have killed you and your mental form if I wanted to. Consider yourself lucky!"

"Lucky!? How is THIS, lucky? Being forced to watch my family go through so much pain! You're insane to think of me as lucky!" I argued back with rage dripping off every word. Yes, calling him insane would be, to him, more of a compliment than an insult.

"Of course I'm insane! And you are lucky, most people just die and don't get to watch their family without them, you have the luxury of having your family and knowing all their secrets! What's not to love?" Bill was all too cheery and every word he said made him sound even more psychotic than the last time I saw him. Being trapped in a world with Bill as your only... companion? Associate? Person you are stuck with but hate? That's the one. Being trapped in a world with only Bill as a person you are stuck with, but hate, is torture in of itself. But watching your family suffer through loss and pain at the same time made it a hundred times worse.

"I will defeat you! I will find a way to come back to the real world and Mabel and I will destroy you ONCE AND FOR ALL!" I roared with my fists clenched at either side of me.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! You think you can defeat me? You're way over your head, Pine Tree, to think you could defeat me is hilarious, cute even!" With those last aggravating words, the triangle demon was gone.

"RrrAAAHH... you-you... EVIL-ONE-EYED-SELF-CENTERED-NACHO!" I screamed out into the air, and was yet alone once more.

The next day when the sun was coming up, and a heaviness wafted throughout the old shack, Mom, Dad, Mable, and Stan were bringing down boxes and suitcases out to the car, this was it... they were leaving and I was dead. The boxes had my name scrawled on the sides of them with a black sharpie. I drifted up to the attic, it was empty... just like the day we arrived, just two beds in an empty room, ready for dust to settle down and mold to rot the wood. Mabel came up to grab one last thing, as she turned to leave the room she stopped. She turned to look just one more time, it felt like she was looking straight at me... but that was impossible. She furrowed her brow and forced herself to close the door and walk away.

I found her on the porch, talking with Grunkle Stan, he looked worse than the last time I had checked on him. Or maybe it was just the sunlight and not the dark basement that made him appear different. The hearse drove up; it was a solemn black color, just like all the others out there. Inside was my lifeless form, packed up in a box just like the rest of my things. How sad. But that body was broken beyond repair... even if I did get back into it, it would take a while to recover, and the fact that I had been dead for at least three days. This was it... all hope was lost now. I was now just a memory.

I looked back and found Mabel gone from her spot on the porch, but then saw her sprinting towards Grunkle Stan, and then suddenly halting and looking almost panicked, or shocked? She grabbed Stan by the arm and started tugging him along, but he yanked her to stop and explain what was going on. I listened in; she had found a note... a very specific note from a very specific triangle. This was it! I may still have some hope! She knows I'm not gone now, she knows I'm trapped in the mindscape! Then a memory sparked inside my head... something Bill had said before he jumped... why hadn't I thought of it sooner!

"You can't be heard without a vessel..."

Woopty doo! Haha... ok how was that? I honestly have no idea...

Well... i hope you guys liked it...

tell me if you have any ideas for this because i have almost none... thanks! I have a little bit of an idea, but i don't know how many chapters it will take, two, three, idk.

-Neon