Changing things up in Gravity Falls
OK, Real talk time. Don't hate, but this is a Pinecest. There will be a Robbie bashing, cuz' I hate the guy. Hate him dead. And for those of you wondering, the OC, is indeed, me. No, I'm not being conceited, for this was how many friends and family members described me, and yes, I am capable of causing terror with just my eyes. I have very...intense eyes...and yes, I am quite capable in a fight. Almost unfairly so. Been trained since before I could even walk. And finally, if I actually let Mabel die, then how can it be a Pinecest, hhmmmmm? Anyways, I don't own Gravity Falls or its characters. Merely this story.
Chapter 1: Weird things get weirder
"Dipper! I think it landed over here!" Mabel shouted as she and her brother sprinted through the forest towards the green pillar of smoke rolling above the trees. The twins had both seen the object fall through the clouds, trailing green smoke and glowing brighter than the moon. It crashed into the trees, turning them to toothpicks and then smashing into the ground. The impact had sent echos rolling throughout the town. 'I can't believe that didn't wake the whole state, much less the town!' Dipper thought as they ran. They eventually reached the clearing, and they almost fell headfirst into a massive crater, which the smoke was emanating from. The twins peered cautiously over the edge, swallowing their fear. And what they saw, defied explanation. In the center of the crater, was a body. Not a robot body, not an alien body, not a body of anything paranormal. It was a teenage boy. And he didn't have a scratch on him.
The twins slid carefully down the slope of the crater, making sure to keep an eye on the boy at all times. Once they reached him, they both stared at him uncertainly. Neither wanted to approach him, but they needed to know who and what he really was, and to make sure he was OK. Finally, it was Mabel, being the braver twin, who opted to investigate. She crept forward cautiously, until she was in touching distance. The boy was face down, so she decided to flip him over. When she crouched to lift him, Dipper screeched, "Mabel! what are you doing?! What if it tears your face off!" "Oh be quiet Dipper! I just wanna see what he looks like!" she hissed at him in a whispered voice. She turned back to the body and gulped. Cold sweat ran down her chipmunk cheeks, as she prepared herself to come into contact with this unknown being. She slide her fingers under his right arm and leg, and hoisted as hard as she could.
"Oh!" Mabel gasped in surprise. The body was absurdly light, like throwing a pillow. And throw she did, as she did not anticipate the boy to be so light. The boy sailed through the air for several feet, before making contact with the ground again. Both twins stared, dumbstruck at both the absurdity and the fear of possibly angering it. Mabel swallowed hard, then crept up to the body, which was now facing up. She got close enough to see closely, and squinted in the moonlight. Then her breath caught in her throat.
The boy was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. He had long, thick, blonde hair, that was swept back in a wavy mane. His silky complexion put the boys in her magazines to shame. In fact, if it had been day, she could have sworn his skin was sparkling. His eyebrows were black, despite his blonde waves, and even though his features were hard, his skin softened it considerably. All in all, Mabel didn't believe he was human, merely because she had never seen one so beautiful. She felt her cheeks flaring, and chills ran down her spine. "D-dipper! You need to see this!" Mabel stammered, finding words were troublesome to form. Dipper's expression faded into more worry, but he tip-toed forward regardless. Once he laid eyes on the boy, he had more or less the same reaction as Mabel. "W-what the?" Dipper tripped on his words, "What is he?" No sooner had Dipper spoke, did the boy's eyes shoot open. What happened next terrified the twins. Terrified them to their very cores.
Nothing. Nothing the twins had ever seen-not even the vampires-has moved so fast. Before the twins could even blink, the boy was on his feet, one hand wrapped around Dipper's throat, holding him several feet above the ground, squeezing dangerously, but not enough to kill. Dipper sputtered in surprise and struggled to free himself. Mabel stared in horror, her body unable to react. The boy's eyes were darkened by shadows, and Dipper noticed the ends of the boy's fingers ended in razor-points, which were piercing the flesh of his neck. Dipper thrashed and choked, whilst Mabel was still frozen to the spot. The boy glanced at Mabel, then to Dipper. Then he spoke in a voice that chilled the children's very souls.
"Where am I?" the boy asked in an inhuman voice. Dipper continued to thrash around, choking from the pressure on his wind pipe. The boy loosened his grip a bit, enough to let the poor child breathe. Dipper coughed and spit, gasping painfully as air filled his lungs. "G-G-Gravity F-Falls!" Dipper wheezed painfully. The boy stared for a moment, as if confused. Then he leaned in towards Dipper's face, and the shadows fled from his eyes. Dipper stopped thrashing, and froze stiff. The boy's eyes were narrowed as he glared at Dipper. Narrowed into an empty, deadly stare. Like a snake, eyeing an egg that was left un-attended. Dipper looked into his eyes, and felt as if he was staring Death himself in the face. Dipper's body went limp and tears fell freely from his face. The only reason he didn't soil himself, was that Mabel had snapped out of her stupor, and screamed at the monster boy. "LET GO OF MY BROTHER YOU JERK!" She launched herself at him, striking wildly, only to fall flat on her face. She whirled around, seeing the boy on the other side of the crater, her brother still dangling in his grasp. Tears sprang from her eyes, and she charged him again, hoping to free her brother at least, so he could flee. Maybe, she thought, if she could get a direct hit, she would be able to escape as well. The boy watched her come, and moments before her fist struck, the boy put up a single finger, stopping her attack dead.
Both Dipper and Mabel stared in shock. Mabel always had freakish strength. Enough to rival some of the massive lumber jacks that resided in the town. And yet the boy stopped all of it with a single finger? Mabel's knees started to shake and give out, simply out of fear. Fear for this boy.
The boy slid his empty eyes over the two, silently studying them. He did nothing for several seconds, then gently set down Dipper. Dipper hit the dirt, wheezing and hacking, desperately trying to inhale. Mabel stared at Dipper with wide, tear-filled eyes, then looked back at the boy. The boy turned his eyes on her, and it was then her turn to see Death.
She shivered uncontrollably, unable to look away from the horror. She felt as an ant before a giant. His eyes flashed, and she saw her death. She actually visualized her death. Ripped to bloody shreds, hung by her entrails on the trees around her, then devoured as a snack. She gaped at the monster before her, unable to control her body any longer. Trembling violently, she felt hot liquid run down her legs. Then the boy slowly reached out to her. She trembled twice as violently, and as his hand neared, she knew so did the moment of her death. The boy's hand rested on her head, then everything went black.
Inky blackness. That was all she could see. Hours, days, years, decades, centuries, millennia passed her by. Total, utter, blackness. 'So this is what being dead is like,' Mabel thought. She regretted not being able to protect Dipper. She regretted investigating the boy. She regretted convincing Dipper to go with her to investigate the crash. She regretted the argument that she and Dipper had that very morning, as it had broken a bond between them that she instantly regretted. She spent all day trying to apologize, trying to regain her brother. Trying to regain the one she loved. She regretted not spending more time with him, not giving him the credit he deserved for the things he did for her. Regret for never confessing her love for him. This was what she deserved, she thought, I wouldn't have made him happy. he would have been better of if I was never born, she thought. He doesn't love me, she thought. He hates me...She curled up into the blackness and let it consume her.