Hello everyone! My name is Journal Sketch, and I haven't been on here in practically forever! I've pretty much abandoned 80% of the fanfictions that I started over a year ago, so if you were looking forward to any of those, sorry, but whatevs. I kinda got the idea to write this after watching Roadside Attraction. I mean, I liked Dipper before, but after watching that episode, fangirlness swept me over like a freakin' tsunami. So..yeah...now I'm writing this. I think that I'm gonna go contemplate over my life after this.

ATTENTION DIPPER FANGIRLS:

Have you ever wanted to be in a relationship with Dipper? Don't lie, admit it, you have. You practically lie awake at night thinking about him! Well, now you can-at least in this fanfiction! I am accepting any Dipper fans to be in this story, and we're all going to be competing for him-and yes, I am putting myself in this, but don't worry-that DOES NOT mean that I'm gonna be making myself the center of attention and the one who gets Dipper in the end. I'm not that selfish-yeesh!

All you need to do is PM me, and put this in for your submission:

-Your Name (actual name, or username, I don't really care).

-Basic Physical Features (hair color, eye color, height, all o' 'dat jazz).

-Interests (favorite color, hobbies, talents, stuff you like, etc.).

-Tell me what you want me to describe you as personality-wise in the story, as well as anything that you want to have happen to you or some action that you want to do. DO NOT tell me that you want to be the one who ends up with Dipper-because that's all of us. HOWEVER, I might accept some fangirls to do some kissing-but if I do, then it wouldn't be everybody, 'cause then there would be kissing in every chapter.

So that's pretty much it. Enjoy the fic!

It was the end of another strange day in Gravity Falls, and the Pines family had just gotten back from their road trip, along with Candy and Grenda. They had spent the whole time getting revenge on other tourist traps, as well as other things for that matter. Unfortunately, they returned to find that the owners of the other tourist traps had done a little revenge on their own. The shack was in a huge array of graffiti and all sorts of messes. Since they had no idea where the heck Soos was, the whole family had to clean everything up. And by the whole family, I mean Dipper and Mable did all of the work, while Stan was sitting on his butt yapping out orders.

"Put some elbow grease on it, Dipper!" he shouted up to the roof while he was eating a cherry popsicle.

"Grunkle Stan, don't you think that we should clean with something more efficient than just a sponge and water?" Dipper asked.

"We've been working so long, that now my fingers are all prune y from the water!" Mabel complained, then looked at her wrinkly fingers with fascination. She then started to rub them on her face. "So prune y..." she whispered.

All of a sudden, there was a loud crash in the front yard. The twins looked down, and Stan looked up from his popsicle. Right in the front yard, there was a...

"A police telephone booth?" Dipper stared in wonder. Suddenly, the front door opened, and a girl who seemed to be about the same age as the twins, with natural (A/N: I just want to make it clear that yes, my hair is NATURALLY blonde, NOT DYED-in your face fake blondes! JK Dowhatyouwantpleasedon'thurtme!) blonde hair, and blue eyes. She had a huge smile on her face.

"WOOHOO!" She shouted. "IT WORKED! I'M FINALLY IN GRAVITY FALLS!" She then began to run around like a maniac, then stopped when she noticed that everybody was staring at her like she was crazy.

"Hey, you're on private property, and you just damaged my yard!" Stan shouted. "That's gonna cost around...five hundred dollars!"

The girl just laughed.

"Nice to meet you too, Stanford-I mean-Stanley Pines. Dang it, I still say the wrong name sometimes."

"What?!" The Pines asked. Suddenly, Ford rushed outside. He saw the crash on the cameras in his lab downstairs, and was ready to face any new hostile enemy.

"Stand back alien fiend! What do you want?" he asked.

"Alien?" Dipper questioned.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the girl raised her arms, "there are some nasty accusations being thrown out right now. Allow me to explain:"

"My name is Genna, but here, I like to be called Journal Sketch. I'm from what I'd like to call the real world. Meanwhile, you guys, as well as several others, are...well..."

"We're what?" Dipper asked.

"You guys are all just a fictional cartoon called Gravity Falls and before you tell me to prove it, I'm going to do that right now: Your name is Mable Pines, and you went to the hospital once for eating a box of scratch-and-sniff stickers." Journal pointed at Mable, who gasped.

"Your name is Stanley Pines and you haven't been able to master the same coin trick since 1982-or is it 1983-I kind of forgot."

"What?! Listen to her, now's she's just talking crazy! I know every coin trick there is!"

"You're Stanford-A.K.A. 'Ford,' and for thirty years you were stuck in a crazy dimension thanks to the portal thingy that you built with Bill Cipher's help."

"How do you know that?!"

"And you," she pointed towards Dipper, "You're Dipper Pines, and you secretly listen to nerd rock."

"Wait what?" Mable grinned.

"N-no I don't!" Dipper put his head down. Mable laughed. Dipper pushed aside that embarrassing moment, and spoke up to Journal:

"So...we're just...a TV show?" he asked.

"You bet!" Journal grinned.

"If we're just a TV show, then how did you get here?" Ford asked.

"Good question! Well, you see, it kinda started when I couldn't really sleep, and I had a dream about Bill, who I may have kind of made a deal with..." Journal laughed nervously.

"You what?!" Ford gasped. "Why would you do such a thing?!"

"Hey, give me a break! He's just fiction in our world, so I thought it really was just a harmless dream, and he wasn't really real. Well, I guess that Bill isn't actually real, but you get my point. From the deal, a portal opened between our world and the world of every fictional creation ever."

"So, you mean, other shows and stuff?" Dipper asked.

"Did you meet any unicorns that weren't jerks?" Mable shouted.

"Yes, and yes. Before I came into your guys' show, I was having quite a blast! I even stole the T.A.R.D.I.S., in case you hadn't noticed!" Journal guested to the blue box.

"So, are people fans of us in your world?" Dipper said.

"Oh, absolutely! I've gotta' say, there are a lot of good shows and media stuff out there, but overall, you guys are pretty much the best! You have some of the best, craziest fans, theorists, and fangirls! Also-"

"Wait," Mable interrupted, "Did you say fangirls?!"

"Of course I did!" Journal beamed. "Most of them all love a character from here, more or less, and I'm not gonna lie, some of them can get pretty...intense. Also, Dipper, you have like, hundreds of fangirls, who I'm not kidding, would pay a fortune for you."

"WHAT?!" Everybody looked completely stunned by the statement, shocked by the fact that there were hoards of girls that obsessed over the awkward, sweaty boy. Dipper's face was a stunned, bright red. Meanwhile, Stan was grinning.

"A fortune, you say?" He started to get a look that you know is going to lead to something bad, and began to rub his hands together mischievously.

"Wait, NO." Journal said. "I have a bad idea as to what you're thinking, and just NO."

"Dipper, tomorrow, you're going on auction!" the old man announced.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

And so the madness begins...