HIIII! Sooo... this is my first fanfiction... and I'm super new to this. I just really really love Gravity Falls so I wanted to create a story around it. This will be a pretty long story, and I might take a while to post new chapters. Hopefully you like it. :) BIPPITY BOP KAZOW! P.S. The idea that I have for what Mabel and Dipper will become later on in the story is not mine. I was inspired by the characters created from the "Monster Falls" AU, and the picture was created by CherryVioletS from deviant art. Just wanted to put that out there. :}
Dipper laid on his bed, deep in thought, chewing on his shirt. Again. He hadn't slept for a couple of days now, and it was really starting to get to him. During the night he tried to sleep, but with all the secrets of Gravity Falls still unexplained and the identity of the author of the journals still unknown, he couldn't even close his eyes without the unsolved mysteries coming back to haunt him. All the memories of the last few days were flowing through his mind; the password on the laptop, still unknown, Bill taking over his body and destroying the laptop (which was, sadly, a huge clue to the identity of the author), his twin sister Mabel destroying her precious puppet show to save his journal, Mcgucket's mysterious past revealed, and so much more.
At the thought of Mabel, he turned to look at her sleeping on the bed across from him. She was, as usual, in her extra-long purple night sweater and magenta socks, and she was enveloped in her various stuffed animals with her pig Waddles snoozing on her stomach. The sock puppet she made of herself hung on her bedpost, once again reminding him of all the chaos that still continued. But he was grateful that he at least had Mabel; she was the only person in Gravity Falls that he could always count on to stay her own crazy self. They have spent their whole lives together (they were twins, after all) and though Gravity Falls would always continue to baffle and confuse him, he had Mabel to help him stay sane.
Reaching over to the small table next to his bed, he grabbed his pen and started clicking it repeatedly, a habit he had every time he was trying to figure something out. It seemed like their lives had gone berserk the first day of summer when they arrived in Gravity Falls. But the weird thing was that all they supernatural creatures and... things that were in Gravity Falls never seemed to affect the residents until he and Mabel showed up. Why was this all happening to them? Why did Bill consider his family a threat? What was Grunkle Stan trying to protect them from when he was still denying the mysteries of the town? All these unanswered questions were starting to give him a headache. He wondered what his parents were doing back in their wonderfully boring house in Piedmont, California. Enjoying the peace and quiet, that was for sure. He still had mixed feelings about his folks sending him up to Gravity Falls, but now he couldn't imagine what summer was like without it. He had grown so used to his tiny attic room that he shared with Mabel, his Great Uncle's degrading jokes throughout the day, Soos constantly trying to lick his elbow, and Wendy always just being perfect. What would he be doing right now if he hadn't learned the existence of the supernatural? Who would Mabel be hanging out with if she hadn't found Candy and Grenda? And how did he live his life without his pine tree hat?
Dipper sighed and gave up trying to answer his own questions. He laid back on his side and closed his eyes, trying to get at least an hour of sleep, but after a few minutes he still found no success. "Man. I'm going to need a ton of Mabel juice this morning" he thought, "I hope we have enough plastic dinosaurs". And with that, he laid on his back, put his shirt in his mouth, and escaped into his mind capacity where everything was questions, and nothing was answers.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Dipper, there was another member of the household who was also having trouble sleeping. Deep beneath the floorboards of the Mystery Shack, with an extremely bright blue glow proving its existence, a powerful machine was being controlled by an old and secretive great uncle. Stanford Pines was flipping through the pages of Journal #2, trying to find any clues that the author included about all the infinite possibilities that this portal contained. A screen next to his desk read 0.000000004% complete, and below this a very long list containing various combinations of 0's and 1's continually printing out of the machine. "Come on, there has to be something here," Stan grumbled to himself. He grabbed a black-light from one of his desk drawers and flicked it on above one of the pages. Invisible ink revealed the words, "Travel through space and time" written next to a blueprint of the huge machine. Stan looked up at the screen on the wall above his head. There was one large box in the middle of the screen containing green symbols, numbers, and letters, and four boxes surrounding it labeled "Sector", "Results", "Statistics", and "Next". Symbols in each box were changing every few seconds; the machine was searching through all the worlds and dimensions that could be accessed through the portal. Stan quickly slipped on two six-fingered yellow gloves and searched through a closet in the back until he found a greenish-yellow drum full of some nuclear substance. Pouring some of the substance into a valve, he carefully set the drum down before pulling a switch on the wall to maximize the power of the machine.
Dipper was half-asleep when he felt a deep rumbling coming from downstairs. It grew stronger and some of the thinking pens on his desk starting falling off, along with some loose change. A bluish light was emanating from the floorboards. He sat up and looked around. Mabel was still out cold, but Waddles opened an eye and snorted. The light was becoming really bright, but the shaking stopped. Soon the room became so bright he had to shield his eyes. Then, as quickly as the phenomenon occurred, it was over. Everything was normal-or at least as normal as you could get in Gravity Falls. Dipper laid back on his bed, not the least bit worried of what just happened. In this town, that could be considered natural compared to what other supernatural events occurred daily.