Disclaimer: I own nothing of this, just the plot idea...
Author's Note:
Hello, RDK3 here, getting into the Gravity Falls Famdom... So excited for this XD As a huge fan of the show, one of the gratest animations of all time! For Real! I finnaly came to fanfiction looking for a sequel and found it! Great works around here everywhere respecting characters in all forms and being fun and heartwarming... SuperGroverAway, EZB, fereality, ddp456, The Infamous Fly all have great works, and hopefully mine can be as good.
Now this story will be updated differently than my digimon ones, mostly I'll get batches of ten chapter ready before publishing. I'm letting the prologue here so you can follow if you get interested for what is coming, or at least so I don't have to bother doing it later... XD This story will seem a little bit repeatitive at first, but... Well not wanting to ruin any surprises, I'm just gonna say that I wanted this to be a little bit of an original idea to treating the GF universe.
Now to the Prologue!
PROLOGUE
If you've ever taken a road trip through the Pacific Northwest, you've probably seen a bumper sticker for a place called Gravity Falls.
It's not on any maps, and most people have never heard of it. Some people think it's a myth. But if you're curious, don't wait.
Take a trip.
Find it.
It's out there somewhere in the woods... Waiting...
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean...
Stanley Pines, former Stanford, former Stetson Pinefield, former Hal Forester, former Andrew "8 ball" Alcatraz, former Steve Pinington and God knows how many other names was quite happy at that particular morning.
There was nothing special about that though, since all of his mornings lately were kind of good, unless he was remembering the one when the giant Platypus attacked, which had been just crazy.
The reason mornings for him were good these days was actually very simple.
He was at sea, sailing around the world… Well at least a part of it, since they had a clear route here, but still, it was a part of the world. There was the fact he had restocked the boat with brown meat, but also the fact that the boat itself had a very special name to him.
The last but not least special reason was the fact that he had a partner in the trip.
A special partner.
"How come you only bought this atrocious canned meat Stanley!" Of course the company could be very whiny about certain things. "You had like, three hundredth dollars with you!"
"Yes I did, but I already explained to you I made an investment"
"In a Chinchilla fight!"
"That Chinchilla was twice the size Ford! How could he lose to that runt?" Stan argued taking his eyes off the lunette to wave his hands around. "It was a sure investment, believe me! Those cheaters must have put something on my chosen's food or something"
"Well you didn't have to buy him"
"He was a looser but he fought like a winner" Stan said glancing at the cabin where Steve had his own comfortable cage. Ford sighed.
"Next time we are crossing the country" There was a resigned tone to his voice "You really should have let me know you weren't welcome in Panama"
"You didn't ask, so not my fault there"
Ford took another bite of the food and chewed with a furrowed face "Neither of the multiverses had worst food than this."
"Hey don't complain yet, it grows on you!" Stanford remained disgusted by the meal. "Maybe it passed, let me see"
Stan took a bite, chewed and frowned.
"There is nothing wrong here Ford"
"That is the problem I guess, how can nothing be wrong with something that tastes so awful?"
"Oh quit complaining pointdexter, you're gonna want to see that" Stan said pointing right ahead towards a black spot in the sky. Ford took the lunette leaving of food to Stan and adjusted the focus. Those were clouds right ahead all right, a storm as big as he ever seen one.
"Should we try to avoid it?" Stan asked, with Ford's special engine they could outrun any storm if needed.
"No, if my calculations are right that is the exactly spot the anomaly is coming from"
"Great, one big hell of a storm, do you think we gonna find any squids or…"
"Probably there is going to be something weird there" Ford said nonchalantly. "Could be squids, giant sharks or maybe a rain of hamburgers! There is no way to tell really"
Stan finished the can, threw it at the garbage bag Ford had fixed because the ocean apparently needed to be clean, and burped.
"Is there any chance we'll find babes and gold?"
"Well, the probabilities wouldn't be too thin"
"Seriously?" Stan was surprised now, but Ford spoke rather seriously. "I was just joking you know."
"There is no joking when dealing with the strange and weird Stan" Ford stated raising a finger like a teacher. "Anomalies, as I told you already, defy everything we might expect from reality"
"Right, so maybe a cash rain wouldn't be too farfetched either?" Ford shrugged and Stan rubbed his hands together with a new twinkle in his eyes "Al right, so let's get this boat going!"
Ford went to the control panel and kept vigil as they gained speed, the sun slowly being hidden by the raging clouds. When finally they got into the storm, the day was gone, and everything was chaos, crushing chaos, like the world was tumbling and falling apart. Thunder and lightning suddenly became a choir of light and sound, striking down like a hundred hungry beasts warring against one another.
Suddenly all of Stan's excitement vanished, particularly in the face of such a force. That was a storm all right, but of all of the storms they faced in this trip, this one seemed and felt different. It was the usual sea storm, but something else, as if it was trying to push them away. The waves hit them violently and he could tell they were getting bigger. But when looking around, Stan saw to his amazement that they behaved in a circular motion, spreading across the path, as far as he could see.
Winds, meanwhile, blew with such a force Stan had to hold tight and walk to the cabin before he got flung away from the boat.
"Where are the security cables?" He yelled inside, and Ford pointed to a corner on the floor. "Right." There was a loud beeping sound coming from Ford as Stan tied both of them up and he looked to see a strange device in his brother's hands.
"This scanner is getting even stronger signals as we get closer!" Ford said pointing the thingy ahead. "Remarkable"
"Shouldn't you be using the compass?!" Ford pointed to said compass showing the needle changing from one side to the other like a crazy coward chicken running away. "Oh hell"
"I think that whatever anomaly is in this storm it's probably generating magnetic disturbances…" Ford scratched his chin "Either that or the north is actually changing places around us…" he took the hand from his chin looking up "Or maybe we are changing places and…"
"Would you please look to where we are going!"
"Oh sorry" Ford saw the approaching wave and gave the engine a burst of speed jumping above it, a lighting suddenly fell right in front of them and he turned the wheel quickly, dodging the piece of angry skies. "Remarkable!"
"Remarkable?" Stan watched as lighting lit the whole view to his right, almost blinding him. "What is so remarkable about nature trying to end us?!"
"Can't you see Stan, it's like this thing is some sort of protection, acting to keep us out!"
"The heck with that" To prove his point, a bolt of lighting suddenly struck the Stan'o War II, and the boat was encased in deadly electricity, which seemed repelled from them, before striking the water wholly, enlightening a giant mangled shadow in the depths of the ocean that none of them seemed to notice.
"Oh come on Stan! Light it up!" Ford said, not even bothering to look around as he chuckled at his own joke "You know this boat is prepared to disperse any lighting thanks to my conduct work, besides it has the strongest floating capability possible in this universe"
"Easy to listen. Hard to feel it!" Stan yelled as another one struck them, he was sure his heart was hammering and trying to run away by now. He closed his eyes, just so he could get a rest, the beeping seeming drowning in the cacophony.
"Are you? Are you scared Stan?" Ford seemed surprised and amused at the same time.
"What? I'm just resting my eyes!" Stan yelled, hearing Ford laugh.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Oh shut up brainiac! Just let me know when this is over!" Whenever a lightning struck it seemed a lot like Colombian soldiers firing at him again.
"Come on Stan! This is a adventure remember? Just like the squid!" Ford said as they jumped a wave, the boat leaving the contact with the sea for a moment.
"That squid was just a over sized jeeeeerk!" They landed and he kept ranting "Not nature trying to get back at me because of my crimes against her!"
"What crimes?!" Ford was suddenly very intrigued, as he forced himself to turn on the wipers.
"Oh you know!" Stan yelled a top of his lungs. "Typical littering, dump wasting… Maybe accidentally hitting one or two animals! But that would be unfair, since they're one of my greatest attractions now!"
"One?" Ford said quickly coming to an obvious conclusion; he narrowed his eyes though at the sight of another wave coming. "Oh for goodness' sake Stan! Wouldn't it be more dignify to bury them?!"
"And let those poor fellas be forgotten?! Never! The TurtleDeer is now a legend do you hear meeee?! A legeeeend!" Ford heard but was too occupied pressing forward, forcing the boat to almost climb the steep water before jumping and landing in a splash. Ford gripped his scanner, the beeping getting stronger now. Stan simply felt the impact, coming to his knees as water splashed into his face. "Hot Belgian Waffles! What was that?!"
"Open your eyes and I'll let you know!" He could hear Ford chuckling somehow, and that made him a little furious.
"What are you laughing at?!"
"Nothing!" His brother said as Stan again felt a falling sensation, with his feet almost floating off the floor.
"I heard it! You were laughing at me!" Stan said opening his eyes, he quickly shut them again as he connected the falling sensation with the vision of the boat mid jump. "Dammit!"
"Think of this as one of your pick up tricks! You know, trying to be confident and all that!"
"Not the best time! And does that beep never stops?!"
"It's getting louder, I think we are getting closer and… Oh-oh!"
"Oh-oh?" Stanley opened his eyes again, bulged them, and gripped the rail bar on the cabin a little tighter as the biggest wave he ever seem in his life, real or TV, rose before them, threatening to swallow the Stan'o War II whole even if it was Titanic sized. "What now?! Where do we go?"
"Right ahead" Ford said, putting more force into the boat. The engine roared to life and went forward, climbing the wave like a ramp, as it got more and more vertical. Stan was flung into the wall, lying down, and Ford had to hold the wheel as the water passed them through and them there was only a dark sky in front of them. The boat passed the wave and now was alone, midair, for just a second aiming up. Lighting again roared above, and for a second Stan and Ford could have sworn they saw shadows dancing in the flashing light.
That was, until the boat started to fall.
Both of the twins screamed, Ford used his legs to jump back, keeping him from being shoved into the front window while Stan was hit it face first as the free fall pulled them down towards a certainly painful landing.
"Don't worry Stan!" Ford shouted swimming in the air to reach the controls "I've… got… this!"
"Got what?!" Ford saw Stan turning his smashed face around, his brother was within reach of the buttons.
"Press the yellow button Stan!"
"The what?!" Stan shouted managing a glance at the panel.
"The yellow button!" Ford shouted feeling the ocean getting closer now.
Feeling the same, but seasoned by a real fear for his life, Stan was able to unglue his hand from the front view and reach out to the panel, hitting the button with a might scream of bravery, that only the truly desperate can evoke.
The boat suddenly jerked upwards, whistling was heard and air was pumped by the engine, pouring into the inflatable security system. A yellow ring of rubber suddenly grew around the Stan of War II, as it hit the water again keeping them afloat, although not without some injuries.
"My glasses! Stan my glasses, I think they are ruined!" Ford said as he put them on. "Oh, actually they are okay Stan! Good news right? I wonder what that cracking sound was though"
"It was me smartass!" Stan said nonchalantly rubbing his sore face and snapping his back to alleviate the sudden pain. "Whose idea was to put this around the boat?" He asked as the storm raged on, although the waves seemed to have vanished now.
"Well, your employee actually, he said it would be useful because boats always got sunk for lack of it"
"Well, another reminder that Soos deserved the shack" Stanley said as he glanced around "Not that I ever thought of feeling like a bathtub duck. So what now?"
"Well, there are good and bad news"
"I didn't think there was any good news, so maybe we are lucky?" Stan said hopefully as another lightning hit the boat and was discharged into the water. "Maybe not"
"Good news is I don't think we can be destroyed in this storm, the float ring has a special compost that keeps it always floating upside up"
"Okay, I like that… What is the bad news?"
"Bad news is, turning the engines on will blow up the floating ring"
"Great." The boat shook balancing in the agitated waters, a bigger wave hit them, throwing the twins back and forth, Stan got up and snapped his back again. "So we're stuck between safety and pure, unadulterated risk of death."
Ford sat down on the floor, rubbing his neck absently.
"We might as well rest a little" He said as Stan joined him, both already used to the boat's balance
"If only I had my book of jokes with me" Stanley said failing to notice Ford's sudden poker face.
"Yes it was… So unfortunate." He cleaned his throat. "That seagull really came out of nowhere"
"Stupid Caribbean bird" Stan grumbled.
They spent some time in silence, glancing around and listening to the storm. After the third consecutive lighting uselessly tried to hit them, Ford was starting to think back to his interdimensional travels and how they were far worst. Twice the waves almost made them turn, and once they actually did, hanging for their lives in the cabin until the floating ring forced the boat back upside up. The six-fingered man gasped and heaved trying to regain his breath, as Stan rubbed his water filled nose.
"Tell me again about how Soos gave you that idea?" Ford kept coughing. "Remind me to get him something when we get back, something young people dig these days."
"Yeah yeah" They both sat again, and held tight to the rails, waiting for the next ordeal. "How exactly did you find your… crew anyway?"
"What? Wouldn't you rather tell me some science fiction bullshit tale from another dimension?"
"I don't think I want you sleeping right now" Ford said managing to smirk. "Guess I'm also curious about the shack"
"Oh" Stan said, glancing at his brother. Even though they were now almost two years out at sea, there had been little talk about the times Ford was away. Usually he would be curious about boring stuff, and only a few times he asked about their family, with Stan giving short and unemotional answers, but there was never a real talk about anything.
Their father had died, mother too… Shermy was… Out of reach mostly… Times moved on. And really, it was as simple as that as much as it pained him.
"Wendy, she came to the shack looking for a job and that's it. There weren't many people accepting my more than fair payment, and she was too lazy to try and negotiate."
Ford stared back at his brother.
"That's it?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Not every story is one big melodrama you know?" Stan explained avoiding looking at his brother. Ford blinked.
"What about Soos?"
"Well Soos was just there someday, you know. My handyman couldn't change a light bulb, so I gave Soos the shirt and made him fix the golf cart because, you know, is hard to st… I mean buy those things and having them perfect."
"Did he fix it?"
"Can't remember… Anyway, the kid kept growing, no one else accepted the payment, again, and well… history is history."
Ford glanced at Stan to see his brother furrowing, obviously uncomfortable. The boat shook again, stubbornly reminding them of their situation.
"Well he does think very highly of you"
"W-what? Of course he thinks that! I taught the kid everything about being a man, except drinking. Did you know I was the one who taught him how to sail? When he bought that boat of his, he stood floating in the shore for three whole days! Heck I was even at his graduation ceremony! Not that wanted to be there, but he asked and well, there was no one at the shack anyway and the TV was broken, so why wouldn't I go? Right?!" Stan said with conviction and the most fake of laughs, never forgetting how he basically had to make a hole in the ceiling with one of his guns to get all of the costumers out and be at the school in time.
The next day he told Soos to fix the hole of course.
"Wow, it's like a meteor fell here mister Pines… Weirdly it must have fazed through the roof"
"I shot a bat, Soos" He had explained.
Stan shook away from the memory and found a smirking Ford beside him.
"What?"
"You care a lot about him"
"Yeah well…" Stan fell silent, and bit his lip as another bolt of lightning tried to turn them into dust. The twins exchanged another look, the storm and water feeling like a orchestra made for an epic conclusion, they both seemed to sense. "Before we do this, any regrets?"
"Hh, a lot, but mostly I guess I regret hearing your girl advice back in LA"
"Oh come on!"
"I just got slapped Stanley, and that was not pleasant"
"Yeah but… Come on! I told you: If a girl asks what you think about One Hundred and One Directions, you say they're great! The best of all even if you totally disagree"
The both stopped for a second before chuckling; after all they were having fun.
"Man, I do feel sorry for Dipper" Ford stated nostalgically. "Geniuses like us; we are not really dating types."
"The kid got it covered" Stan was very nonchalantly as he said that, checking both their cables.
"What? How can you be so sure?"
"First of all, he was hesitant about my moves, and not because they came from me" Stan said before Ford could make a comment "Second, didn't you see that hat exchange?"
"Yeah, but to me, it seemed like a friendship token or something."
"Wacko talk! That was totally feelings stuff, trust me" Stan said as smug as possible.
"You know something I don't know?" Ford was genuinely intrigued by that possibility.
"Geeesh! I know a lot of stuff you don't know brainiac" Stan got up, offering his brother a hand. "So let's go?"
"Yeah" Ford said, reaching with his six fingers. Both brothers stood on the cabin, nodding and grinning as they faced the storm. Ford put a hand on the accelerator, ready to jump start the engine when Stan's eyes bulged, focusing right ahead.
"There!" He pointed, almost scaring Ford.
"What?!" He asked, and there it was, sunlight at the edge of the storm.
"Come on Ford!" Stan bellowed and Ford acted.
The boat came to life amidst the storm, exploding the floating ring and racing ahead. The waves came, crashing and trying to stop them, but they were motivated now, and Stan took the wheel, maneuvering themselves around the waves and crashing lighting.
"Big one Stan!" Ford shouted, and Stan gulped yet again, desperately turning the wheel, the boat made the curve, instead of facing the wave they started running along its length. Ford pushed the engines further as they raced against the biblical leviathan of water, thousands of thousands of liters weighting down at the Pines.
Wind was now howling around them now too, and Stan cringed as the stupid beeping suddenly lit up again, he took it and threw it out of the window.
"Stanley!"
"I had enough of that thing!"
For sighed looking back at the dark waters. "Well, at least you're not scared anymore!"
"Shut up!" Stan screamed feeling very much scared, he felt like hell hounds were right on his tail and he had meat stuck in his pants. The wave started to lift the side of the boat. Almost there. He was dripping sweat now. Almost there! Light! The wave ended just as they were about to turn, making the boat jump in a half made ramp. Ford screamed. The boat twirled midair turning them upside down, rotating like a bullet shot. Stan shouted, yelled and then screamed. They hit the water in a splash…
For a second they stood heaving, side by side, eyes glassed out before both realized what they had done.
"We made it!" They shouted in unison.
"That was thrilling!" Ford spoke as they high sixed.
"I know! I knew we could beat that stupid storm! Take that you jerk face!" Stan shouted back, and a thunder roared in answer. "Okay let's go"
"We better"
Stan look to his right, saw the light and headed promptly. Ford still managed a sad gaze behind them. "I took one week to build that scanner" He lamented.
"You should have built a less annoying on...oooOOh Crap!" Stan cursed gripping tightly at the wheel.
"What is it this tim… Oh my Infinity Sided Dice!"
Right about then the engine stopped, coughed and died.
Neither of twins noticed that though, rather they kept staring at the sunlit open ocean before them, except the light was not coming from the sun and the ocean was not quite an ocean…
In fact it was nothing like the sun and the ocean…
In fact, stopping to think a bit it was nothing like anything at all...
How is that?
Well… It was some weird shit…
Hope you guys like it! XD
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