HAT: Alright, this is a little "Goodbye Gravity Falls" thing and for some reason, I'm doing it in the saddest way possible. Hooboy, this is gonna be tough to write. But let's go it! I hope that you enjoy.
(Edit: It killed me writing this and I cried multiple times. I cried five and a half times at least)
(Started Writing: Nov. 21, 2015 Finished Writing: Jan. 4, 2016)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls- Alex Hirsch does- and the one OC in this, I don't own either (she belongs to jamiekinosian on tumblr). I simply own the plot of this story.
There is absolutely nothing sadder than leaving people you love.
That's what I thought when I was twelve, leaving Gravity Falls with my sister, Mabel. Now- at the age of eighteen- I realize that the saddest thing is having someone you love leave you.
It was a normal Wednesday- the last one before summer and before we got to go back to Gravity Falls for the summer like we'd been doing since we were twelve. Mabel and I were complaining about finals- and high school in general- and talking about how we'll move to Gravity Falls after graduation to stay with our great uncles and monster hunt all the day long when we got the news. We were confused about why our dad's eyes were red and he looked so downtrodden and hesitant. We had no idea what he was about to tell us, but I remember my stomach dropping and twisting at the sight of him and one shared glance with Mabel and I knew she felt the same way.
That normal Wednesday turned into the worst day of our lives when we found out our Grunkle Stan died.
I remember being numb- I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't even move when I heard my sister's heartbreaking squeak before she burst into tears. I refused to believe it- Grunkle Stan's a prankster and a conman who's survived everything life's thrown at him. It couldn't be true. He was doing a sick, twisted prank and when we get down to Gravity Falls, he'll be standing right there laughing at us for believing that he'd actually died and tell us it was a way to trick our dad into letting us come down early then Mabel and I'd jump him and ridicule him for yanking at our hearts and then everything would go back to normal.
Or- at least- that's what I was hoping would happen...
Now it's Friday night and we've just got to the Shack.
I rush out of the car and rush inside to search for Grunkle Stan throughout the entire house and basement. I search every nook and cranny- I even check under the floor boards just in case he accidentally shrunk himself in between Wednesday and now.
"Dipper," Mabel says sadly as I look in the kitchen cupboards.
"Not now, Mabel, I'm trying to find Grunkle Stan," I snap. "Are you gonna help me or not?"
"Dipper, he's not here."
I glare at her. "You're wrong! He's probably just shrunk himself or something. Now help me look for him."
"Dipper! He's gone!" Mabel shrieks after me as I walk out into the hallway. "I get it- I didn't want to believe it back in Piedmont either- but... but now that we're here we can't deny it."
"You don't know that he's dead, Mabel! He could just be playing another trick on us," I insist. "He always does that."
"Dipper." I turn and look at my other great uncle- Stanford- and see his shoulders slumped and his brown eyes looking sad and have some... pity. "What your sister's saying is true... he's gone."
They're wrong- he's gonna pop up any second now and scare us like he always does. "I don't believe you."
I turn to walk away and I hear Mabel start to say something, but our uncle's words- whatever they were- halt her.
I search all night- I even look in places I've already checked multiple times just in case he was moving around- until I end up in Grunkle Stan's room at something like three in the morning. I hug the hat I got from him all those years ago like it's a teddy bear and feel a hollowness inside of my chest. I don't want it to be true- it can't be true. It's Grunkle Stan. He's survived everything that life's thrown at him. He's chewed his way out of a car, punched a pterodactyl in the face, survived the oddpocolypse, and so much more. He's a liar and a cheat and a prankster and he's supposed to outlive us all. He's gotta be trying to pull the wool over our eyes. He can't be... he just can't be dead.
I swear if this is some messed up prank, I'm gonna beat the snot outta you, I think as I run a shaky hand through my hair. He's not dead, he's not dead...
I end up thinking that until I fall asleep on his floor.
