Hello fellow skin puppets! After loving Gravity Falls, I finally found a site that doesn't look down upon fanfics!
I am here to write yet another Gravity Falls story! Yayyy!
So, welcome to DeCiphering the Falls!
Before reading; none of the characters are mine, they belong to Alex Hirsch save for Cherie, which IS mine
The basic plotline is my idea unless it isn't
Enjoy!
3rd POV
Mabel and Dipper would be arriving at the stop with their cousin, Cherie, who was fifteen and of average height, looks, and smarts. Or that is, so they thought. They were the same age, and barely got to see each other, but apparently, their nearly indifferent parents thought it would be another great opportunity for 'bonding time'.
What that really meant was that they would be working yet another job at some fancy place to scrape up the money for a pack of cigarettes like the capitalists they were.
The bus jostled and bounced once more, and an uncomfortable Cherie tried looking out the window for a source of entertainment. The views were supposed to be pretty amazing up here, and he wasn't about to waste any photographic chances. She pulled out her Kodak, one of the high-resolution models , and snapped a few pics of the falls.
They were sad little things, on the verge of drying up. Its pitiful that the industrial world would be that cruel to the wildlife. Quickly, she hid the camera away in her studded denim bag, and pretended not to care again. Nobody needed to know that she had a secret soft spot.
The bus pulled up to what seemed like the middle of nowhere. This was not going to be a pleasant summer whatsoever. Mabel and Dipper excitedly got up and ran to...a run down shack with misspelled lettering? Oh no, thought Cherie. Dread covered her face as she looked up at the thing, vines growing up and twirling to fit around the curve of the windows: it was her summer home.
The story was that after two years of travelling the world with his brother, Ford, Stan got tired of the adventure and went to settle down again in the Mystery Shack. I wondered what kind of person would ever want to come back to a place like this versus worldly adventures.
Cherie had thought it was going to be a quaint little tourist attraction with polished linoleum flooring and overpriced tiddlywinks, but with 'shack' in its name, this place was definitely holding up to reputation. The place of one-thousand glass eyes glued to the faux-leather molding of an unidentifiable animal.
Cherie regretfully followed her cousins into the shack, where Stan sat lazily behind the register wearing an old cheap suit and an eye patch that wasn't needed. Mabel ran up to hug him and Dipper followed behind casually.
After a few seconds of the embrace, Stan yelled in his sarcastic Grunkle-voice, "Alright, you're gonna give me ulcers with that choke-hold Mabel, and as for you Dipstick, not bad, but it'll be awhile before you can inflict some real damage like Mabel over here!"
"What's an ulcer?" said Mabel, laughing. She had finally gotten out of the metal traps encasing her teeth, and as soon as that had happened, she ate the world's supply of popcorn in a day. Dipper, Mabel, and Cherie went to the attic to unpack, a dreary makeshift bed standing out among two perfectly made others.
Cherie grumbled towards the mattress with a blanket and started unzipping her suitcase. After doing that and being bored for an hour or so, Cherie turned off the lights. "Hey!" the twins said in a unison protest. Cherie could hear the squealing of springs telling her that they had gone back to their beds in defeat.
In the middle of the night, Cherie woke to Dipper's flashlight shining upon the remains of burned paper. It had a six-fingered hand marked '3' faintly scrawled on it. Dipper then proceeded to take out a normal journal and jot down a few notes in it. He did this a few more times; rubbing the leathery looking cloth as if trying to jump-start his brain, then scribbling something down in his notebook.
"What'cha doin' Dipstick?" I asked. He nearly jumped out of the bed, but then he realized it was only me.
"Nothing!" he countered, too quick and nervous for it to actually be 'nothing'. Cherie nodded, unconvinced, then rolled back around so he wouldn't see her eyes, still pondering what had happened tonight.
"Well, night then Pine Tree," she said. Dipper shuffled around to face Cherie. "Get it? 'Cause you always wear that stupid hat dork!" Cherie thought of it as a joke, only one of many names that he were to be called.
"Don't you ever call me that name again. Not you, not anyone."
Cherie felt uncomfortable, as if the moment that had just happened wasn't exactly one of his fondest memories. She wondered what else her cousins were hiding from her.
The next morning, they were all forced as human slaves to clean the shack and sell a bunch of useless junk to random country town hicks. Cherie noticed an odd thing about some of the snowglobes; instead of regular snowballs that would rain down, they were multicolored metallic spheres, and the town had an eerie glow to it inside of those globes, like something wasn't quite right with it.
"Hey Cherieeeee!" whispered Mabel excitedly. "Wanna make this more fun?" she giggled, almost as immature as she was three years before, and Cherie grinned slightly.
"Whaddya have in mind?' implied Cherie. Mabel snickered and gestured to the vending machine with her head.
Dipper must have seen it, for he immediately said, "Nope! Remember the 'Never Mind All That' act?"
"That stuff came before you-know-what! We can at least divulge a little of the town's secrets, and anyways, she's related to the builder of it, even if by a cousin's uncle," said Mabel in a sly, almost purposeful manner, like she wanted Cherie to ask more and be intrigued.
The trick worked, because through her tough-girl layers, curiosity radiated from Cherie. "Builder of what? And what's the never mind thingy?" she exclaimed, wanting to know more. Mabel smirked at her, then input the code, all the while Dipper begging her not to.
Mabel paused for a second and realized her mistake. She flipped over the 'open' sign on the front window so that it now read 'Sorry, we're closed! No refunds ever!'
"Shoo, shoo!" yelled Mabel through the chaos. "Scram McGucket!" The well dressed stereotypical white-man walked out of the room sighing.
"Y'all ain't never gonna catch me! Whappidyoo!"
That was a twist to his looks. Everyone in this crazy town was somewhat...off. McGucket seemed rich and smart at first glance, but then broke into fake words that made no sense the next time you did a double-take.
Mabel finally input the last digit. The vending machine pulled back, revealing an old elevator.
"Great, she saw the secret elevator, nothing else to hide, now close the machine Mabel!' said an angry Dipper. She shook her head no, and proceeded to scoot Cherie inside the machine, Dipper still tugging on the back of her shooting star sweater. It was old, and you could tell the few places where it was mended by hand-sewing, but she had a sweater on all the time, so who could judge?
Dipper reluctantly followed the two girls. Mabel was about to push one of the buttons, but Dipper intervened. "This one! We're taking her to the portal room, not the one with creepy you-know-what tapestries!" He snapped, a little too much worry in his voice.
"I thought we had all those removed?" Mabel said with a troublesome grin. Dipper got to the button before Mabel, and they were off to the...portal room.
"What is the you-know-what?" inquired Cherie.
"Oh, you know, the usual...a giant scary triangle th-!"
"Mabel!" hissed Dipper. She obliged unwillingly, then winked at Cherie.
1st POV
I knew there was something off about this town! Although, I didn't quite believe Mabel's rants about there being a triangle that terrorized the town, so that story's for another day, but this!
A real life portal! I can't understand, I'm at a loss for words! The elevator grinded to a stop, and we walked out hesitantly. I couldn't believe it, right before my eyes, stood a knockoff sci-fi plastic portal. It wasn't even real. "Oh, so that's what you meant by portal, another lame attraction by your grunkle Stan," I said, disappointed.
"Wha- no! It works!" said a nervous Dipper. "Now lets get eriechay outway ofway erehay!" he whispered to Mabel. Suddenly, I got an idea.
"If it works, why don't you show me?" I said innocently.
"Yeah, Cipher's gone now, so it can't cause any harm!" said Mabel playfully, "But seriously, don't touch it," she later retorted.
Dipper nodded in agreement, and the conversation was over. The power level was at zero anyways, but that could easily be fixed with electricity. I took one long last look at the place, scrutinizing and memorizing every detail. The metal walls, the supposedly real portal, the bulletproof glass shielding us from actually touching the button turning off the portal.
That was odd, two things were, actually. Why would a cheap old man buy bulletproof glass for a sideshow attraction, and secondly, why was the off button set on the inside? Mysteries at the mystery shack...before I knew it, I was walking back into the elevator with Dipstick and Mabel. That day sure was weird, I thought. When we got to the top of the elevator/vending machine, I couldn't shake the feeling that something more had happened, and that the story they were feeding me was a piece of swiss cheese.
Little do they know that I have paid attention the entire time. I casually waited until they went to watch old man shows with Grunkle Stan in the living room, then tried my hand out with the vending machine code. I wouldn't go anywhere but the portal place, at least, that's what I told myself.
Ooooooh! I love writing cliffhangers, even though this isn't much of a twist!
I promise to introduce Bill, Wendy, and other GF characters soon
Episodes will hopefully be made every week
Happy reading:P!