A/N: Ok, so this story does involve a lot more characters and genres than I could put below the summary. Lots of old enemies and other residents of Gravity Falls will appear, like Wendy, Soos, Pacifica, ect. Now, on to the genre thing; I put Family as the genre cuz it's there in, like, every chapter. I would've put another genre, but there are so many that are in here, that I couldn't choose one to take the second place. So, here's a list of genres that will be present in my story, some more frequent than others, some appearing later than others.

Romance

Humor

Drama

Angst

Mystery

Supernatural

Suspense

Tragedy

Family

Friendship

Hurt/comfort

Crime (Just a little, nothing really big)

Ok, that's all of the genres that I know will be in this story, but some others may be incorporated later on as this fanfic develops. Now, read on and read the prologue!

"Are you two sure you wanna go in alone?" Stan asked Dipper and Mabel. The twins nodded and Stan wished them luck.

Mabel and Dipper slowly walked to the front doors of the Oregon state prison, which was strangely not too far from Gravity Falls. They were here to see a prisoner before they left for the summer to go back to school.

Dipper and Mabel were led by a guard to the waiting room. After 5 minutes, the 12-year-old twins were taken through the rows of cells to one in particular. It was empty except for a short figure sitting on the prison bed.

"Howdy Mabel. Howdy Dipper." Gideon said as he stood and walked over to the bars of his cell, saying Dipper's name with obvious disdain.

"Hello Gideon." Mabel replied, her voice laced with venom.

Gideon smiled. "And how's my marshmella been doin'? Did ya come to visit me so soon?" he asked, trying to seem innocent.

"I am not your marshmallow, Gideon!" she replied.

"And we didn't come to visit you. We have something we need to ask you." Dipper informed him.

"Do ya, now? Well, spit it out." Gideon ordered.

"We need to know what you promised Bill Cipher." Dipper stated, as if it were normal.

"That demon who failed me? I really don't know. He said he'd work out the details with me later. Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to what that insane demon wanted. Why do ya ask?" Gideon answered.

"Because he got super mad when we cost him whatever he planned to get out of the deal. It must've been important." Mabel explained.

"Well, like I said, I don't know. So you're wastin' your time asking me." Gideon told them.

"Thanks for nothing!" Dipper yelled back sarcasticly as he and Mabel walked away.

"You're welcome!" Gideon replied, using the same sarcasm as Dipper.

As the twins got back in the car Stan asked, "So, did you two find out anything?"

"Nope." Mabel and Dipper replied in unison. Dipper then muttered, "Just a waste of time."

The con man dramaticly gasped and sarcasticly exclaimed, "Oh my, Short-Stack wasted someone's time?! That's never happened before!"

The trio broke into fit of laughter as they continued driving down the road.

Mabel held a Nyarf toy dart gun and aimed it carefully at her target. She pulled the trigger, and the styrofome bullet hit the small door, knocking it out of Bill's hand and into the bottomless pit from one of Stan's memories.

She heard the demon cry out as he watched the door fall into the bottomless, black abyss, and she heard Gideon break off the deal and say that he'd switch to Plan B. But Mabel didn't have much time to worry about what Plan B was, because she heard the angry demon's voice boom, "You! You have no idea what you just cost me! Do you have any idea what I'm like- When. I'm. MAD?!"

The demon turned red, growing in size as various red symbols flashed in his black eye.

Then, everything went black...

Mabel awoke with a start, nearly screaming and waking up her brother. She sighed, thinking about the events earlier; when she and her brother went to see Gideon. She wasn't sure what Bill had wanted from him, but obviously, it had been important. She yawned and glanced at the clock.

"Well, whatever it was isn't worth wondering about at two in the morning." She thought. With that, she drifted back to sleep.

Hopeless...

He'd never felt more hopeless.

In fact, he'd never felt hopeless

But he did now.

He felt like the most hopeless being in existence, because there was nothing he could do but watch as the bullet effortlessly glided through his love's chest, and straight through her heart.

The day had started out so well, though.

Blue skies, a calm breeze, happiness all around. At least, as much happiness as there could be when you're over-seas and away from your friends and family.

It all went south from there.

People broke in, shooting everyone they saw. His beloved was no exception. All the soldiers fought, but only a few survived. As the woman he loved was hiding, he was hoping. Hoping they wouldn't find her, hoping they wouldn't kill her.

But they found her.

And she fought.

And fought.

Until a gunshot rang out, and there was a sickening thud.

The woman's limp body fell to the ground, blood dripping from the wound, her eyes closed.

She was dead; gone forever.

As he hopelessly watched the scene unfold, he let loose screams of rage and anguish. Tears stung his eyes, and eventually spilled down his face.

"For the first time, I've felt hopeless. There's nothing I can do. There was nothing I could do anyway; I'm trapped here...trapped and hopeless." he thought.

His grieving continued, lasting until he could not scream nor cry anymore.

He then decided he wanted to at least see the grave.

"I'll miss you my love. I'll miss you until the end of time. I'll never forget you. And I'll help her, I promise. You may not want me near her, but she'll need me one day. And I'll be there, to keep her safe and care for her. I don't blame you for leaving her, it wasn't your fault. She'll miss you as much as I will. Good-bye, my love, my beautiful wife."

With those final parting words, he looked at his former wife's grave, then turned his attention to his left hand. The glint of the golden wedding ring caught in the sunlight. He smiled as a tear ran down his cheek.

A/N: Ok, so there's the prologue! That was a pretty tragic and angst-y ending, wasn't it? Well, I hope y'all have enjoyed the prologue. But, believe me, you readers have barely even scratched the surface of all the mystery, angst, tragedy, and all those other genres that I mentioned in the A/N at the top! There is much more to come, so be prepared!

~Bye Y'all! (Yeah, I did that!)