Disclimer: Don't own Gravity Falls.
Authors Note: Hello everyone this is my first posted fan-fiction. So please read and review. Let me know what you think. I can't lie I have been wanting to try my hand at reverse falls for a long time but I never thought I would do it. Hope you enjoy my interpretation.
Prologue
Weirdmageddon was over. The Pines twins had returned home and all instances of the almost apocalypse were to be treated as if it never happened. At least that was the way it was supposed to be.
Lil' Gideon Gleeful had made the noble decision to allow what he thought was his would be girlfriend/love of his life Mabel Pines to return to her brother and save the world, of course he came to accept that those feelings of love were unrequited. One would think he at least would be seen as a hero for the sacrifice he had made but once that bus left and a certain amount of normalcy (as normal as gravity falls can get at least) set in, he has sorely mistaken.
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Having ex-prison inmates as your only friends left a lot to be desired, If Gideon was being honest with himself.
"Hey Boss, Did that kid look at you funny? Because I could take care of him for you" Ghost Eyes declared.
While admittedly Gideon had originally only became acquainted with the philosophical ex-detainee due to his personal need to have some muscle as back up in the big house, he had grown to rely on him as his only real form of social interaction.
"That is mighty nice of you Ghost Eyes to fight for my honor, but it is unnecessary at this time" I replied. The burly man backed down without much of a fuss, muttering something to himself.
Today has not exactly been the best day for li'l ol' me, but neither has the past two months really. You see the problem that comes with saving a town you tried to destroy quite a few times, is that people don't really forget about how you tried to destroy them. The mayor had decided to exonerate me of my prison sentence, seemingly to allow the town a chance at starting fresh. After Weirdmageddon, the people of Gravity Falls didn't have much of an interest in talking to me anymore. Adults and children would never say it to my face, but they would whisper words like "traitor", "fraud", "conman" amongst themselves. I guess I couldn't really fault them, after all they were true. I sold them out to Bill for power and at the prospect achieving the admiration of my darling Mabel, but when it came down to it I couldn't subject my Mabel to such a horrendous world Bill offered.
Right now I walk down the streets, Ghost Eyes beside me, on my way home wondering what to do, some were forgiving but those that were, didn't wish to be around me for very long. That Wendy girl who I bumped into a few times trying to steal Stan's shack would try to make small talk with me, out of pity I reckon, but it would usually get awkward and she would excuse herself. I appreciated it but I knew that she was just trying to be nice.
I'm 13 years old now, my birthday was last week, and I didn't see much of a reason to celebrate. My father had gone back to being a cars salesman, and with my rehabilitation he didn't have to worry about me drafting him in one my terrible schemes. We tried to reconcile but we never seemed to be able to cross that bridge, so we mostly ignored each other. As for my Mother she was exactly the same, it seems that her condition was the one constant in my life, shaking and muttering nonsense to herself, she was a stark reminder of a past I have spent the last two months trying to ignore. "Mom"…. I begin to get lost in thoughts of the past, when suddenly I feel something bump into me.
"Ouch. Hey! Like watch where you're going" I heard in a very distinct valley girl voice.
After regaining my balance, I immediately recognized who it was. Pacifica Northwest, It was well known she had recently gone through a financial down size and was probably not in the best of moods. She also hadn't been seen much around town after the pines left.
"Well. Aren't you going to say sorry? It's rude to knock a girl down without apologizing" she yelled while lying on the sidewalk. Witnesses were giving me the death eye, wondering if I was up to no good.
"Why I'm mighty sorry" I exclaimed with nervousness. I snapped my fingers for Ghost Eyes to put her back on her feet. After composing herself Pacifica dusted herself off and looked at me with a squint.
"Hey. Like, you look familiar. Aren't you that kid I met when…" She grew silent realizing the moment she remembered was during Bills reign of terror. For her and no doubt most, she preferred not to think about it. Right now we both sort of looked down, and remained silent. Thankfully she broke the ice.
"Like, so why do you have white hair and skin?" Pacifica questioned
At first I was frozen, thinking she was trying to mock my looks. Thankfully I realized due to the look of nervousness on her face that Pacifica Northwest was actually just trying to talk to me?
"Why I reckon I was born with it, I mean I've had it as long as I could remember" I replied quickly. Hoping that the answer wasn't so weird it would scare her off. This is the longest I've spoken to someone my age in two weeks. In fact, this is the longest I've spoken to Ms. Northwest ever.
"Like wow, you were born with it, I just thought it was part of your whole psychic kid scam you did at your big tent" Pacifica said with an obvious mental face palm. It seemed she was trying and failing to ease herself into the conversion.
"Well Ms. Northwest, I….ah….assure you I'm a changed man, yes siree" I said with a stutter. I knew that she wasn't trying to attack me; it was just a slip of the tongue.
"Please! Don't call me Ms. Northwest…..That's my mothers' name" She replied with seemingly a sense of sadness in her eyes. I knew that the poor girl didn't get a long with her parents very much these days. It seems I had unknowingly struck a nerve.
"Why of course, forgive me miss" I said immediately. Why did it seem like having a regular conversation like a normal person was so impossible? I mentally kicked myself; I should leave this poor girl alone and get back to what I was doing. I think the girl saw my mental anguish and proceeded to say something.
"Ugh, I can't seem to do anything right, I'm sorry, I just wish I could leave this town!" she exclaimed while running away seemingly crying. I was shocked and didn't know what to do when suddenly I heard one of the townspeople say "what's the rich girl crying about now, doesn't her daddy give her enough already, oh wait! probably not". I recognized the person as was one of Pacifica's rich friends from before Weirdmageddon. Ah I see now, after her parents' financial loss, her family was now a laughing stock in the world her parent's desired to be in so badly. They probably vented their frustration out on her.
I couldn't stomach these people anymore; I simply relieved Ghost eyes of his duty and quickly walked home by myself. Ran straight to my room, closed the door, and lied down in my bed. From that point I simply pondered about what future a 13 year old crook like me could have in this town. Wishing I could change the mistakes I had made. Maybe in another life Gideon could have been a good kid. Maybe in another life Gideon would not have ruined his family's life. Maybe in another life he wouldn't have tried to hurt Dipper and Mabel. Maybe in another life he would not have thrown in his lot with a demon. Maybe in another life he would not have allowed himself to be consumed by the power of that blue rock he had found in the river or the journal he found in the tree next to it. Maybe in another life he would not have been a conman. The last desire that came to my mind was that maybe in another life Pacifica and I could have been friends. Tears ran down my cheek and I couldn't stop them. I cried so much that my eyes began to redden and hurt. After Weirdmageddon, Life was supposed to start fresh but the reality was there was no starting over. Gideon Gleeful and made his bed and he was now lying in it. Eventually sleep began to overtake me and I was awake to the world no longer.
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When I began to wake a light was glaring right into my eye. "Doggone it" I whispered to myself. Sleeping right now felt like my only real sanctuary these days. I tightened my eyes to keep the light out, and tried to prolong the inevitable reality that I would have to face this town again. Everyday came with the same sense of dread that I couldn't avoid.
My sight blurred as I began to open my eyes only for them to witness something out of the ordinary. Gone was my traditional white painted ceiling of my room, only for it to be replaced by what could only be described a planks of wood being held by a wooden beam. "What in tarnation!?" I exclaimed in a soft whisper. It was at this moment, that I had thought maybe I had fallen asleep in the wrong house.
The room I was in was wall to wall wood. I noticed another bed lay across from me with colorful posters plastered all over the wall next to it. Suddenly the sheets on the bed across from me began to move. I was stuck in fear of what could pop out of those sheets, when suddenly the sheets fell to reveal what was underneath them. I saw a girl with strangely familiar long blonde hair wearing a colorful pajama shirt rise slowly from her bed and looked straight at me with sleepy eyes. She opened her mouth and spoke in a tired voice with a soft smile.
"Good morning Gideon. Did you have a bad dream?"