A/N: Hi there, everybody! Here I have my first Gravity Falls fanfiction EVER! I wrote this first chapter last night. I think my taste in things really is maturing over time. Because when I was about 19, I didn't even give the show a second look. And now I'm 21 and I'm like this is some good stuff! My three favorite shows are now Legend of Korra, Gravity Falls, and Steven Universe, and maybe also and other cartoon on cartoon network and nick that is good :)
I'm really not too sure on the rating yet. I love the show so much so I don't want to defile it in any way but...we'll see O_O
I know the show ended but I'll see if any of you are interested reading another gravity falls fanfic.
Please enjoy!
A small four five year old girl played in the park, picking flowers and trying her best to make them into something like a crown or some other piece of jewelry like she had seen on TV. Every time she tried they would either get tied into a knot or the delicate stems would break between her small and impatient fingers. She whined every time she failed but just kept trying to do it again anyway. The young girl looked up, her attention caught by the sound of her bossy older sister calling her. She chewed on one of her messy brown pigtails, deciding to ignore her. Earlier today her sister had kept asking to take her to the park but she already knew that it was because she wanted to meet up with that dumb guy she liked making kissy faces at. Her mama had decided to get married to another man after her father left, and that's how she got stuck with such a meanie for sister. Her step-sister was mean and her father had left her, while her mother seemed to completely forget she existed. There was no one at home for her to play with.
She pouted defiantly, hearing her dummy of a step-sister calling her name. She grabbed a handful of flowers and walking further into the park, to the trees. Just let her play with that stupid guy and go have her own fun. It's not like she cared anyway. The girl stopped in a field underneath a tree and planted the flowers at her feet. She whined again, not able to make a flower tiara. If she were able to make something pretty for her mama then maybe she'd be nicer to her. Maybe she wouldn't even hit her as much or at least not so hard. She sniffed, feeling tears welling in her eyes. The girl took a few deep breaths. She wasn't going to cry. She was tough. Crying was for little babies and she was a big girl. She wrapped the stems of the flowers into a large ring again. This time she almost had it. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth, concentrating. Just a little but more…
She frowned, seeing that the stem had snapped in half. She let out a frustrated yell. A moment later, she took a handful of flowers and threw them above her head in frustration. The wind blew them straight into her face as if taunting her. She crossed her hands in front of her chest and made a face. After a while she wrapped her hands around her knees and put her face down in defeat. She just wanted to give her mama something nice to make her happy. She really couldn't do anything right. She sniffed again, this time letting a few tears fall down her cheeks. The girl only peeped up when she heard the sound of crunching leaves a few feet ahead of her. It was a man in a suit, looking like he worked at some fancy kind of place. He was clean cut and put together. She bet her mama would like a man like this. But she herself wasn't at all interested. She wiped her eyes and sniffed. The man looked like he was coming closer.
"Hey there, little girl. What are you doing here all by yourself?", the man asked with a smile.
She fidgeted on the ground where she was.
"Nothing. I...was just picking some flowers to give to my mama", she said, wiping her eyes one last time.
The man kneeled down to her level.
"Well, what a sweet little girl you are. Trying to give your mom something nice.", he said.
He leaned in a bit closer.
"Hey I have an idea. These flowers here…they're so small and tiny. But I know a place where there are lots of big, colorful ones. Like sunflowers and big, soft violets", he said, making a gesture with his hands as to how big they were.
"Really?", she asked. Maybe she should give her mama those ones instead.
The man smiled.
"Yep. How about you let me take you there?", he asked.
The girl twiddled her thumbs. Her sister would be so mad at her if she left without saying anything. And she might get punished when she got home. But…she'd could give her mama some pretty flowers if she went. She probably wouldn't be too mad if she gave her something, right? She'd be sure to make her something nice.
"O-ok", the girl said, not really thinking about the consequences of her actions.
"Good. I'll take you there right away", the man said, holding out his hand to her. She was hesitant but before she could say anything he grabbed her hand. She shivered a bit on the inside. His hand was so cold even though it was spring time.
"Um…my sister...she'll be mad if I don't tell her I'm going", the little girl said worriedly.
"Oh…don't worry. We won't be gone for long", he said, quickening their pace. She walked faster to keep up. Every so often he would turn his head in either directions, as if to see if there was someone following them. In the distance, she saw a shiny, blue car on an unmarked gravel road. They headed in that direction.
"Are we driving to the flowers?", she asked.
"Yes. To get there faster", the man said.
"But aren't they here in the park?", the girl asked.
"They're just a tiny bit further than the park, sweetie", he said.
The young girl stopped walking.
"I don't wanna leave the park though. Aren't there lots of pretty flowers here?", she asked.
She cried out, feeling the man roughly yank her arm and forcefully pull her towards the car.
"No. I'll take you somewhere better", he said, pulling her along.
"Ow! It hurts!", the girl cried out, trying to pull back.
She furiously scratched at the man's hand with her free one.
"Lemme go!", she yelled, kicking at his ankles.
The man's eyes turned dark and his face cold.
"Shut up, brat!", he said. A hard hand slapped her across the face. Tears welled in her eyes as she began sobbing uncontrollably. She let her full weight fall to the ground and screamed.
"I said shut up!", he yelled, punching her in the back. She saw stars and felt pain shoot up throughout her body.
"Get up!", the man said.
She cried harder.
"No! I don't want to!", she said.
He roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair, making her scream.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?", he said.
He pulled out something sharp that looked like some kind of blade and pointed it into her throat.
"If you make another sound I'll kill you", he said.
The girl whimpered in fear. This man was so scary. They were almost at the car now. Where was he going to take her? She cried again, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. He grabbed her arm and led her closer to the car. She pulled away one last time, and screamed…Loudly.
"No! Stop it!", she said and screamed again.
"Didn't I just tell you-"
"I don't know you! Let go! Help!", she cried out.
The man put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the blade.
"If you don't want to be quiet then I'll just have to cut your mouth off", he said, bringing it to her face.
She screamed and tried to wiggle free but the man help on to tight. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come. It didn't. In what seemed to be a blurry shadow a figure came out of the bushes and tackled the man to the ground. They both wrestled with one another, the blade being tossed aside. The girl screamed for help, calling out to her sister, for once actually wanting her to come to her. The bad man had the other one on the ground, fiercely punching his face with a hard fist. The other man's face was bloodied and dirty, his glassed broken. He looked like he passed out. He wasn't moving anymore.
"Should have minded your own business, freak", the man said and punched him again.
The girl knew that the best thing to do in such a situation was to run but instead she found herself screaming and running towards the men. She hopped on the bad man's back and dug her fingers into his eyes while at the same time digging her sharp teeth into his neck. She tasted his blood in her mouth. The man yelled in pain, trying to shake her off but he couldn't reach her. She bit harder. The man somehow managed to grab her by her hair again. She yelped in surprise. Just as she did, she felt the man's body slump to the ground, unmoving. She smacked him a few times to see if he was really unconscious. He didn't move. She hit him harder, leaving scratch marks on his face, getting her revenge.
The older man on the ground stirred, touching his face in pain. He slowly sat up, wincing as he did so. His eyes were swollen and his face looked like he'd been in the ring with the heavy weight champion (May he rest in peace). Blood dripped from his mouth and nose and his cheeks were bruise black. He grunted in pain moving. He looked up at her.
"Are you ok, little girl?", he asked, holding his ribs. The girl didn't want to but she began crying anyway, relieved that she had been saved.
"I know...you were scared, right? But don't worry. You'll be alright now", he said. He gently rubbed her head with a large hand.
Just then her sister and her stupid guy showed up. She was out of breath but also looked irritated.
"Alright you. What did you-", she stopped in midsentence, seeing her crying and bloody while the man was touching her.
"What the hell are you doing?", her sister yelled.
She yanked her away from the bloody man.
"Were you trying to kidnap her?", her step-sister asked.
The man put his hands up.
"No…I-"
"You were weren't, you? What kind of sick perv are you?", she yelled.
"I'm calling the police", she said.
The big doofus walked to their side, the one she was always kissing.
"Hey…", he said, pointing at the man accusingly.
"I know you…you're that weird guy who lives in the old part of town. The freak with the six fingers", he said.
"Everyone says he's a freak but I didn't think he was sick", the idiot said.
"I wasn't-", he started.
"Of course you were!", her step-sister said.
Her step sister's dumb guy walked closer to the other one, ready to get rough. The little girl pushed her sister away and ran over to the bloody guy, stretching her hands out in front of him protectively.
"It wasn't him! He didn't do anything! He saved me!", he girl said.
"Then who-", the big dummy started.
"It was him!", she said, pointing to the unconscious man on the ground.
"He was the bad man who tried to take me away! He was going to take away in his car!", she said.
"Her sister looked over their shoulder, seeing the other unconscious man in the suit.
"Are…you sure?", she asked.
"Yes!", the little girl answered, determined.
Her boyfriend pulled out a phone and dialed 9-1-1.
Her sister looked at the bloody guy almost in disgust.
"Thanks", she said, not seeming to mean it at all.
The police came a short while later, and took the bad man away. He didn't wake up. The good guy said something to the police about using something called tankalizer on him to make him sleep. Paramedics came and cleaned her wounds, bandaging them. She didn't know what the point of that was. Her step-sister was already looking at her in a way that said she was going to tell her mom everything. The little girl already knew that when she got home she'd just get more bruises anyway. Most of the police and paramedics left a short while after. Everything seemed to be taken care of. Her step-sister and the dumb guy were in the distance still talking to one of the police men. She saw the man who had saved her sitting on the last of the ambulances that had yet to leave. She curiously walked over to him. The little girl stopped just behind the tree closest to him. She peered from behind it and their eyes met for a split second before she shyly hid behind the bark again. The girl nervously tugged on her pig tails before finding her own courage to walk over to him. She stopped a few feet away, kicking the grass before she walked closer. She looked at him with wide green eyes.
"Um…does that hurt?", she asked.
She heard the man laugh dryly. She could see the man had messy brown hair and greyish blue eyes. His face was bruised but he looked a lot better than he had an hour ago. In his lap was a broken pair of old looking glasses.
"A little", he said.
"Sorry", she said in a quiet voice.
"No need to be. It's good that you're safe", the man said.
"Thank you for not letting that bad man get me", the girl said.
" I don't see how he could have. You really let him have it. You're a very brave little girl.", the man said.
Her eyes lit up, happily.
She looked at the bandaged hand he was holding.
"Will that be ok?", she asked, unconsciously reaching out to touch it.
He quickly recoiled his hand and tucked it behind his back.
"No. It's fine", he said.
"Sorry", she said again, feeling that she had done something wrong.
"Don't worry", he answered.
"Is it true you really have six fingers?", she asked suddenly.
The man looked up.
"Unfortunately. Yes", he said.
She slowly reached out her hands and grasped the man's arm, tugging at it.
"I wanna see", she said, tugging again.
"Hey. Don't-", the guy said but she had already managed to get his arm from behind him. He gave up and allowed it. She held the hand between her own. Six fingers on a rough and calloused hand is what she saw. Compared to her own, his hands were huge. She wondered how such rough hands were able to be so gentle to her. It was the first time she experienced that.
"Wow. How neat", she said, running her hand on his own.
"Th-thank you", he said. Was he embarrassed?
"You must be special", she said, brightly.
"What?", he said, in surprise.
"You have something that a lot of people don't, so you're special", she said, simply.
The man smiled.
"I'll remember that", he said.
She could hear the annoying voice of her step-sister calling out to her, saying it was time to go. She found herself not wanting to leave yet for some reason.
"I guess it's time for you to go home", he said.
"Take care of yourself", the man said.
A paramedic came out of the van he was sitting on..
"Sir, will you be needing a ride to the hospital?", the paramedic asked.
"No. I should be fine by myself", he said, hopping up. The ambulance was up the road a few minutes later. Her sister was in the car waiting for her still. She was already honking the horn. The little girl saw a pile of the tiny flowers at her feet, scattered around by the wind. She sadly picked them up. She still wasn't able to do it. She was caught off guard when a large, six fingered hand took them out of her own . A moment later, a bracelet of tiny purple and blue flowers was draped around her small wrist. It was so pretty. She looked at it in awe.
"A thank you. You did save me too, after all", the man said, and turned to leave. Her sister was already yelling at her. She ignored her and called out to the man.
"Hey! Mister, Wait!", she said, making the man stop for a moment.
"What's your name?", she asked.
The man shrugged his shoulders, as if it didn't really matter.
"My name's Ford", he said. A moment later he'd vanished into the forest.
In the car, her step-sister was already telling her how she would tell mama about everything, and she knew she'd be punished for it. But she couldn't bring herself to care about it much. Ford…his name was Ford, huh? Pretty short. She wondered what he did in his spare time or if he really was a strange person like people said about him. Maybe she'd find out soon.
The woman opened her eyes in the dim light of the train. She smiled. Even though it had some scary parts it was still her most cherished childhood memory. She turned her head to look out the window. In the night scenery quickly passed as she moved. It had been six hours since it had departed from the station. To her left was her large suite case filled with her things. In her lap was a notebook. She flipped open the pages, skimming her eyes over all the places and cities she'd been in and crossed off. New York. Virginia. Utah. Idaho. And few more still. After all this time she was still unable to find him. Was he even still alive? Her heart ached for a moment. Dammit. She'd find him one way or the other. The last solid place she was able to connect him to was New Jersey, where he grew up. She laughed a bit. So he was Italian. How nice. She'd only found that out a few months ago. The woman stretched. She wondered if she'd be able to ever see him again. Thirty years had already passed since then. She was a grown woman now. Why did she feel the need to go look for a stranger? That's what she'd been telling herself ever since she was eight years old, when the man suddenly disappeared. But no matter how hard she tried to tell herself he didn't matter, her body was always itching to find him.
After graduating college she had a successful business career for over ten years before she got the same itch. She'd been holding back for so long but she always planned on looking for him again. Why was he so important? Why did he matter to her so much? She still couldn't answer any of these questions. The woman tied her long dark hair into a ponytail and leaned back into her seat, trying to get comfortable. She was headed for a place called Gravity Falls, Oregon. Must be named after a big waterfall or something. She was already thinking that they place was so obscure that it was a dead end for sure. Probably nothing there but trees, logs, bugs, and more trees. Oh well…she was going anyway. If she wasn't able to find him, she hoped she'd find something at least, another clue. What was she going to find in a place like that? She tugged on a loose section of hair and nibbled on it, an old habit of hers since she was a child. Maybe what she really needed was a distraction or closure…but having him would be so much better. Ford….what happened to you…
She closed her green eyes and fell back to sleep in a matter of minutes.
A/N: Tell me what you think! ^0^