A/N: Wowie that was a long hiatus.

I dropped everything to get the most out of the end of the school year with the fading motivation I had (counting the flute and solfeggio exams to finally finish classical primary music school) and then decided against writing because I wasn't feeling it. Kinda selfish for a neurotic author, eh?

… Does that even make sense?

Anyways, I watched Gravity Falls, something I've wanted to do for MONTHS, but something always got in the way. And when I did HOLY HELL I should've seen the ending coming with all those spoilers but it hurt as bad as knowing it's coming. The feels encased me in constant thirst for the feels so, once again, I searched the tags, I made an OC, I felt the incredible need to read and write fanfics.

But nothing sat quite well, so I decided to do another dum-dum idea flow into a work, again about an OC. Will maybe draw it when I get back home but don't expect much, I suck at backgrounds and varied positions, plus it's not gonna be long before school comes along. Just a thought for now, yeah.

It's gonna contain characters from the show and play in the Roadkill county of Gravity Falls, but the focus is gonna be mostly the character and our favorite diabolical triangle.

As always with me, no ships. Sparing those who don't want those, and excusing myself to those that want it. Really not that big on writing anything more than friendship and platonic.

Now then, introduction, excuses, clichés, let's get on with this.

Lastly, Warning for blood and mental instability. Maybe not right off the bat, but we'll be getting there.

And lastly lastly, I don't own Gravity Falls!

Chapter 1: Welcome To Gravity Falls

"Why did I come here again…?"

"Oh right. Paranormal."

"Let's get this on with already, I don't want to stay in this hick town if there's nothing interesting"

A girl in her very early teens walked down from the bus. God, it had been a nauseatingly long drive. Prior to that flight. Prior to that more driving.

She was dragging a suitcase that, compared to the mass of bags, handbags and backpacks slung on her and the biggest one made it seem almost small. Looked like too much stuff to put on a girl that looked like she was just skin and bones, for the most part. And not surprisingly, her legs were trembling a bit

"God, where are those two?" she spoke with a strong accent; clearly from Eastern to Mid Europe. First people would probably assume she's Russian, and that'd leave them with dirty looks and her muttering stuff in her mother tongue that would probably resemble "small minded bastards", "idiots" or "I'll give you a nice game of Russian Roulette if you call me that again, you stereotyping bastard"

Yes, she was an ill tempered girl. Tired from the long path she's traveled, annoyed by how Americans actually fit the descriptions in her country around the capital, and mostly angry at the incompetence of the two people who should've picked her up fifteen minutes ago.

If not for the fact she couldn't remember which bag and pocket she put her- probably dead -phone, she would've given them a piece of her mind.

And as if on cue, two men, most likely in their mid twenties, unlike her dressed in fitting clothes for the Oregon climate, obviously brothers came to her, speaking in very fluent English, greeting her. They were just like anyone else at the station, though the composure of their faces in general made them stand out a bit, to the trained eye. Then again, the US was a very diverse country. Still, that was much closer to the capital and kind of deteriorated when you went into the..

Oh look at her, jumping down her own throat again. Who was the pompous assuming bastard now?

"Hey, you doodie heads, what's the hold up?" she shifted under her bags uncomfortably, as a subtle was of saying 'Help me with those annoying appendages digging into any and every sore spot.', legs promptly looking as if they were about to give away any second, but didn't. And the smug duo knew that they wouldn't anytime soon, yet took a few bags, including the surprisingly light though biggest suitcase.

"Sheesh, don't look so pissed Eri. There was a traffic jam."

"You know mom doesn't like you using that kind of language in front of me."

"You swear like, twice as much as we do." the other one spoke

"The real hypocrisy is that mom taught me most of those.." she replied rather sternly as she walked, especially small among the particularly tall brothers.

"Gee, don't be such a party pooper, cuz. Thought you were excited to come here."

"I was, and I am, but one cannot really contain much of that after 12 hours in a bloody plane and a trip cross country."

The two looked at each other and shrugged it off, continuing to walk to their car.

The thing was old and beaten up, but still drivable. The girl, Erika, sat onto the back seat silently, not wanting to discuss why the back seat smelled weirdly of mint mixed with beer and vinegar. It stung her nostrils, but she just opened the window and added a joking: "It smells like a bachelor salad died back here.", getting a small chuckle from the duo.

And that's just what they were, bachelors.

Though some would consider it a perfect time to marry, the two stayed single, living together even after college. Currently, they were businessmen currently working for the Northwests, a rich snarky family that was up everyone's asses about how superior they were. Their work, which varied between the two, one finished economical school at a very good university and other an architect, didn't do much outside of their own home, yet raked in some good cash. Erika would rather bite her tongue off than admit that she admired their tactic and lifestyle.

Though it had become apparent when she moved in, that lifestyle, though exactly for her, wasn't really something she could live with the whole year. She doesn't mind the stench of her own sweat that much, but when it's someone else's she's not keen on being around them for too long.

They had a small house a street or two from the town square, and it reeked of dirty socks, stale sweat hidden by air fresheners and cologne and… wait, was that perfume?

Again, lifestyle for her, not to live with.

The guest room upstairs wasn't much, but it was mostly clean and ready for her. She made a mental note to thank them for at least that, as she took on the task to sweep out some bugs, killed either by the nauseating smell of bleach and fabric softener or mild insecticide. Ugh, it's going to take time to get the smell out.

Oh well, open window and scented berry candles will have to work.

She changed into more comfortable, less wrinkled and less sweaty clothes right away, not bothering to shower.

She spent the rest of the day unpacking and searching the floor for squeaky spots to mark because, by far those were the things that annoyed her the most. That is, until she found out that there was stuff she could hide under those.

Another mental note, that might be useful for later. She wrote the number of steps from the doors and directions on a sticky note which she pressed onto the wall near a bench by the window.

Before long it had been dinner time. Her cousins have ordered pizza, not bothering to ask her which toppings she'd like. Though it hardly mattered to her, even though she took notice. It wasn't like she had any food allergies, and she didn't understand why people got upset over such small things. But most of all, she hadn't had anything to eat in almost 5 hours.

There were no leftovers.

"what a day..." she mumbled softly, setting her rectangular glasses on the counter and looked at the small table mirror she brought from home, because it wasn't like she could spend limitless time in the bathroom, and there are hardly any mirrors around the house.

She was a girl from a Slavenian country. It was hard not to distinguish that from her voice. Though her overall physical appearance didn't match it. She was a little too short for her age, not grown an inch for a year, her skin a soft, light shade resembling one of melted caramel, her fluffy, messy shoulder length hair a dark shade of brown and the face composure in general had resembled that of a girl from Spain or Portugal, perhaps even a stretch to say, Sicily. She always passed it off as some weird gene, counting none from her family she knows comes from those parts. Hungary? Maybe. Any country in the Southern Europe? Fat chance.

Yet, being a little self absorbed at times, she thinks it makes her an enigma of some sort. An mystery if you may. Though, a non biased source would say it was a legacy of some ancestors. Genes can stay hidden.

Though, to add up to it, or maybe just seal the deal she refuses to speak from which country she is from, and instructed her cousins not to speak of it. They passed it off as a quirk of hers and played along, not really seeing why not.

She had stared back into the reflection of her own, slightly droopy Russet brown eyes before taking note of the noticeable bags under them. If she cared even a slightest bit, she would use makeup to cover them up.

Though, her whole family knows about her all nighters, and not that any stranger would care more than them. Plenty of people had them.

"Not people your age" a voice rang through her head

"Shut up already, I've heard that from you alone a thousand times." she said to nobody in particular, rolling her eyes and pushing the mirror away. Not that it made that much of a difference.

She took out a hard covered book she painted the cover over so that the words "Diary" couldn't be seen anymore. Instead, the title was written in chicken scratch, saying something resembling "Myths and Legends", with a dragon head breathing fire as well as a dorky gnome that resembled Santa Claus were drawn. In the lower right corner, now almost unreadable were words "Do not touch!" the word 'not' underlined twice and written more legibly than the rest.

She put it on the far end of the table, front cover down and took off her necklace. Funny little trinket, actually. It was a triangle in a circle. The circle had even lines cut in, making ten small fields on it, and the triangle was the curious deal. It was with equal sides a big eye engraved in it with a thin, barely noticeable slit in the middle of it. It also had engraved something like a bow tie, as well as shallow lines like bricks. To see that, she really needed a magnifying glass.

She found it in her grandmother's basement after she passed away, during a game of spin the bottle one winter after the funeral when the whole family was snowed in; she had to go deep into the basement and bring a proof that she actually went that deep, and she found the pendant. She thought it was neat, so she kept it and later, just out of curiosity had it looked at. Real gold. Who would've thought?

And though she searched the web far and wide, she found nothing on a thing like that. Just a few conspiracy theories she heard and read about a trillion times ago, particularly the Illuminati one.

Shrugging all that off, she actually grew fond of the thing and now wears it at all times. She says it has an "air of mystery", though she still has her doubts that it's just some crazy thing her grand, grand, grandmother or grandfather, had requested to be made. Well known art seeking cuckoos, they were. She placed the necklace atop the book and checked if she locked the window, then plopped down onto her bed, falling asleep relatively soon.

That night, she heard faint whispers all across her, as usual, bizarre dreams.

Annoyingly enough, she was not able to decipher them completely.

Though the echoes of them rang through her head in the morning..

Gravity…

Fear…

One…

A/N: A regular boring ol' starter chapter. Y'know, basics about character personality, bit of backstory, partly explained situation, the bare bedrock for the story. I'm predicting this one won't be that long, but hey, I've made an oneshot into a threeshot a year or two ago that I still haven't finished. Oh well.

Might post this on Ao3 one day, highly doubt it'll be soon, unless I make friends with someone already in the community. Kinda a shame.

Expect the next chapter… Well, I don't know when, I hope real soon.

Preview!

The protagonist walks around town and has a couple of run ins with our well known folk. What does the town hold for her interests? Will the namely mysteries quench her desire for some abnormality? See in the next update!

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