Prologue
Author's Note: Here is... wait for it... my next story! Yay! Woo Ha! I started to write this in New York and on my way to and from New York. You may not know this, but I am a fan of Gravity Falls, the first cartoon in, like, a million years that Disney has been good at. But please, Disney, don't sue me for saying that, but seriously, Gravity Falls is awesome and I hope that makes up for it. So I decided to try to write about something different, and, well, here it is. I have another Newsies story coming up as well, but anyway onward with this story. And yes, this is a Prologue. So here we go!
I was blind
How could this have happened? He should have been more careful. Or he should have not have trusted that, that twisted creature.
It had begun when he had started to investigate the mysteries and strangeness of Gravity Falls, Oregon. He had begun to write journals, one, two, and then three. But then he had found the creature. There was a dream demon, the creature, and his name was Bill Cipher. Bill had helped the man with some of his writings.
But little did the author know that knowing the future, and getting that from Bill, was extremely dangerous. He thought the deal he had with Bill was a solid deal. Little did he know that the creature was untrustworthy. Bill was deceitful and lied. The author, though, just let Bill do this to him and learned from it.
And as more time passed, and Bill "helped" him and entered his mind, and then would show the future or put information in there, the author went more closer to complete insanity. He wrote as much as possible in his last journal, but when he realized how dangerous Bill was, he wrote a page, or several, describing the dream demon. In it, he told how untrustworthy Bill was, and that summoning him was a great mistake indeed, and should not be done at all costs.
One day, Bill succeeded. He finally drove the author mad, completely mad. And then he left. The author's experiments and journals were all hidden by the author himself. The third one, though, contained of many empty pages after the author went mad. He no longer wrote.
And so the experiments and the journals, and the portal, remained. Number one was found by Stanford Pines, number two found by Gideon Gleeful, and the last one was uncovered by Dipper Pines. Things got interesting the summer Dipper Pines found the third journal, very interesting.
Author's Note: Chapter One is coming soon. The "I was blind" is part of a message in one of the books, and is what you might see more around this story. I'm not asking you to review, I am merely asking you to remember that: "Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, bye gold, bye!"