AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey everyone! This is the lovely the_fallers_page coming at you live! I just feel the need to tell you I am a student, I have a job, and I have a family. Fanfiction will be one of my biggest priorities, but it cannot be the largest. I will try my very hardest to post frequently, but please, for the love of God, no hate. I am a huge lover of Gravity Falls. I would also like to say, for appropriate sakes, everyone is five years older. Meaning Pacifica is approximately 17/18, Dipper and Mabel are 17 turning 18, Candy and Grenda are approximately 16/17, Wendy and Co. are 21/22, and everyone else will pretty much be the same. All the young people are five years older, and the older are the same. And now, without further ado, Chapter 1.

Dipper's POV

It was a very heart-warming reunion. Someone in the world has probably said that at some point of their lives, but not me. What could be heartwarming about this? I mean, yeah, we are now reunited with Stan and our friends, but we are still in a post-apocalyptic town, with no signs of surviving, missing many because they have been taken by an evil isosceles dream demon. If you are wondering how in fuck's sake we got here, there is one person to blame. Me. I thought I could stay here in Gravity Falls, solving mysteries with my idol, but I was stupid. I forgot her. I forgot about Mabel. She was upset when she found out, and she ran away, taking the rift with her. I was so stupid. I was so fucking stupid. Well, at least I have her back. At least now we can die together.

"Ahem. Dipper?" Someone was speaking to me. Oh man. Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man. I haven't spoken to her since that night. That was a fun night. Now I had to turn around and face—

"Hi, Pacifica! Oh my God! I'm so happy you're okay!" Mabel was jumping in, yet again. I love her, but, yeesh, sometimes she can scare the daylights out of me.

"Hey, Pacifica. Glad to see you're not… erm… frozen or… er… eaten." I never was the best talking to girls, but for some reason it came easy with her. I guess we're just really good friends. Even though we've been nice to each other once. After we nearly died.

"Hey, Dipper, can I… erm… talk to you? Alone?"

"Huh?" I saw she was looking at Mabel, who was staring at us, contemplating something. That can't be good. "Oh! Umm, yeah. Hey, Mabel, hate to sound rude, but could you, maybe, give us a minute?" We looked at each other some more. She perked up.

"Yeah, of course, bro-bro! I'll be over here, talking to my pals, Grenda and Candy! I would say holler if you need me, but something tells me you won't," She giggled and stalked off, as if she knew something we didn't. That can't be good either.

"Yeesh! Sorry about Mabel, she hasn't acted that weird since, well, since the time she locked… Wendy and I… in a bunker together…" I frowned at that. I knew what she was doing now.

Pacifica laughed a little. "It's fine. I'm sure she does that a lot."

"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Her face got very serious after that.

"I wanted to talk to you about the party. We both did and said somethings and… well I guess I just want to know what everything meant. I want to know what will happen." She seemed to grimace as she said these words, and it hurt. It hurt seeing her like this. No. she won't be like this.

"I don't know. I mean, I know what you are saying, but I don't know what everything meant, or what's going to happen. We hugged, and we danced, and we had fun. We became friends. I don't know what is going to happen in the future." Oh no. It's coming. When I get upset I just start spewing whatever. Fuck. No. stop. Stop, stop, stop. "I don't even know if I'm going to wake up tomorrow! I don't know if I'm ever going to see my Great Uncle Ford again. I don't know if I'll ever see my parents again. I don't know what's happening, or even what's going to happen. I want to know. I need to know. But that knowledge isn't there, and its killing me. I'm sorry! I haven't exactly been thinking about what happened that night lately. In case you haven't noticed, we are quite literally in the apocalypse! I don't know why you're even thinking about that now! It must be some stupid girl thing. I don't know! I don't know." I felt them. The retched harbingers of pain and false comfort. And in front of her, too. But I didn't move. I stood there. And I cried. She was crying, too. I made Pacifica cry. I'm a jerk. An asshole. I'm selfish. Maybe i should just leave. This is all my fault anyways. I looked at her, and she looked back. Both of us with tears in our eyes. We did two different things, though. She sunk to the floor crying. I turned and ran.

I heard Mabel cry out. I heard Stan block her from leaving. I saw myself run into the woods. I felt the déjà vu. This was how it ultimately started. Except this time I ran, and I ran to protect everyone. It's my fault. I had to survive on my own. I can't let people die because of me. I can't let people I love and care about die because of me. Especially not Mabel or Stan. Especially not Pacifica.

CHAPTER ONE AFTERWORDS:

Well that was fun. I may or may not have started to cry while reading this, but it was fun. So, I hope this was an acceptable start to this fanfiction. I honestly have no idea how long this story will be, but to be completely honest, I want it to span AFTER Weirdmaggedon. A long time after. We'll just have to see where the story takes us. The chapters lengths will be rather randomized, depending on what happens in each chapter. I really hope you like this, and I formerly apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors I might have made. A fun fact about me: I am top in my English class and have a very extensive vocabulary, but I can't spell it for shit.