Chapter 1 : Sanctuary

The midday sun was shining bright on the highway going through the forested and mountain ranges of Oregon. It was, a very peaceful day. The sun seemed to be smiling, the grass was somehow blooming with bright joy and swayed in the songs of the wind and the trees seemed to dance about as the dopey high of summer was in the air. Oh how marvelous a day this was. And it should stay such a way, if not for the barreling muscle car that was going 30 miles over the speed limit with a drum solo that went on forever and played to the beat of the brawl inside the doors of the vehicle.

A gun went off once, the bullet going through the windshield and splitting into a spider web of glass and started to sprinkle inwards as the high wind speeds seemed to push the shield inwards. The driver, a 23 year old man with auburn hair, blue eyes wearing a dark blue coat with a dark, gunmetal grey fur lining to it, with brown pants stained with blood on the bottom cuffs, dripping onto his light grey steel toe boots, cursed as his line of sight was blocked and decided to go full long into the fight and let fate take the wheel.

He spun in the old single long bench in the front, reared his left fist back and slammed it full force into the man sitting next to him, a skinhead in both belief and appearance as his bald head became bruised around the swastika that adorn his forehead, his attire was more modern business than southern genocide as his tie flailed about. The back of his head slammed into and through the side right window and stuck out with the wind pushing the shards deeper into his skull, causing moans and cries of pain. Grabbing his necktie, the former driver angled the throw just right and proceeded to, with no resistance, send the man through the windshield, shattering the glass in an ack similar to rain falling across the hood. And thanks to the high winds, the body f the man was sent under the front right tire, causing the car to launch upwards into the air. The driver gripped the wheel and prepared to hit the paved road again as he felt the cold metal of the gun in the second attackers hands.

"Watch your head, demon." The man could have appeared to be normal with his blue dress coat and slicked back black hair, but the look in his eyes and the red Nazi emblem on his arm showed his true colors. A shot went off. A bullet that was flatted from hitting a dense object flew away from the driver's body, leaving no wounds what's so ever.

"Yeah, watch yours, too." The driver stated as the car slammed down to the Earth, flinging the man in the back upwards into the ceiling and knocking him unconscious. The driver takes control again and breaks, sending the car swerving to the left.

Parking it in place, the driver reached behind the car and grabs the gun. The attacker begins to stir but his horrified cry is silenced as another shot rings out and a decent sized hole in the man's face is made. Blood spews across the back seat and onto the floor. The driver exits the car and begins to breath in and out heavily. A wet sensation is felt as he sees a trickle of blood pouring onto his pants leg. The driver grunted and made his way over to the man he threw out of the car.

His leg was torn open with flesh, blood and bone scattered across the yellow line. The midday sun was not helping the man as the more muscular, taller 23 year old came forward and pointed the gun at the man's dying head. "You think your kind can survive in this world, Demon? You will parrish under our wrath."

"You'd be surprised how wrong you are about your description about myself." The young man said as he finally aimed the gun and fired, leaving a long streak of blood across the solid tar. The wind howled in vain, blowing the man's auburn hair about and revealing a birthmark of the constellation of The Big Dipper. "A storm was coming, they said, so here I am."

The two bodies were lined up on the side of the road. Rain had began to fall a few minutes before and was washing the blood down into the dugouts. The young man was standing by the road and blew into a dog whistle. Within moment he heard rustling and followed by a small, red hat and bearded head shouting. "Get lost ya bozo! Ya driving us crazy with that thing."

"Hello Jef, been awhile since I last saw yeah." The gnome looked up at the man and instant recognition came across his face.

"Dipper?"

"Yeah, it's me. Look, I got into a tight one and thought that, hey, since I know a couple guys who like to eat human flesh, why not give them two, whole, ripe bodys as a way for me to make up some lost time." Dipper stated in a 'matter of fact' tone.

"Uh, sure why not. Hey guys, help me get these things to the fires, we're cooking tonight." Sure enough, a swarm of blue clad gnomes with red hats came in. Yet before they could get to the bodies, Dipper realized he had no spare pants to replace the now blood soaked legs. He looked and saw the black haired man was about his build and wearing a pair of dark blue pants similar to Dipper's coat.

"Hey, can I just take that guys pants really quickly? I'd like to head into town looking ok at best." The gnomes looked at him funny but let him do his work and folded the clothes under his left arm.

"I heard the rumors about you. Is it true? Are you really a-"

"Yes Jeff, That I am, but also am not. I'm in the middle. Now will you excuse me, I need to get to town. And soon. The rain is starting to fall and I don't have anymore windows."

"Dipper…" The man stopped and sighed before turning back to face them.

"The war is over. The old world is here to stay, got that. No need to worry anymore. You'll be safe here."

"Yet here you are in town, and from what I gathered, you only come home when a storm is about to start. Rest your muscles and what not." Jeff replied. Dipper looked up and saw the clouds getting thicker.

"There is a storm coming, Jeff, but I intend to make sure I do it right this time." He waved off the gnomes and proceeded to enter the car. It was nearing the end of the day and Dipper began to start accelerating again. He had knocked all the glass out of the frame to give him line of sight but had to modify the sun blinder into a rain visor. Dipper reached over and turned the radio on. Johnny Cash played the song of 'God's gonna cut you down' and kelp Dipper's mind working. He passed more trees till he saw it. The large valley with the two walls connected by an old train track. The many homes scattered about and the lake on the other end of it all. The sine he always enjoyed passing was prominent, displaying 'Welcome to Gravity Falls in bright blue and orange letters. "Welcome home, Dipper," The boy said to himself. "Welcome home."

Robbie Valentino was a happy guy. He was very genuinely happy with his simple yet weird life. He was also nice and kind to everyone he knew. When younger, let's say early teens, Robbie was into the Goth click and seemed to enter a domain of eyeliner and being kind of a dick to everyone. The summer of 2012, however, managed to set him straight. He got dumped by his girlfriend, Wendy, and he realized very quickly how bad their relationship was, but ultimately found the real girl of his dreams, Tambry, who has changed through the years with him and the two seem to be inseparable.

It was Junior year that he realized that his life would be a lot easier for him if he just accepted the absurdity of the world as it is and went on with it. He cleaned up, started to wear brighter colors, did his hair right thanks to his girlfriend, started to go into the family business and just recently proposed. His girlfriend along with a couple other girls went out of town to the city to celebrate the moment together. That was two days ago and they would be back in the late afternoon, after sundown. Because of this, Robbie decided to spend the day off easy with a breakfast at Lazy Susan's and take a walk around the town.

The diner was relatively empty this morning. A girl in a trucker's outfit with cut sleeves off of a denim jacket, red boots and a green brimmed baseball cap to a team Robbie never heard of. A man with a light come over that made him look squeamish and frail, eating at a piece of bacon awkwardly with his fork as the crispy meat crumbled after being pierced by the steel. And in the far back was a large burly man who looked about Robbie's age range. He was hunched over seven or eight plates of burgers, pancakes, omelets and pasta while scarfing one of each down with large fistfulls of the meals. He may have looked big, but he must have been starving. His auburn hair looked like it had just dried, and judging from his wet dark blue jacket and the black rings around his eyes, he must have been traveling in the rain last night and now was eating. Robbie felt sorry for the guy, but was relieved he could eat at last.

Dipper had to ditch his car in the woods, leaving it to the Giant that roams about. He had to trudge through the worlds, fight a wolf and eventually made it back to the road to get the one thing he needed in life.

Food.

Lots and lots of food. The places he has been never really gave him time to sit at a table and eat up his fill, so he relished in the cheap diner chomp that Susan was serving him everytime he laid a stack of tens on the table. He was in the middle of chowing down on a large two-patty when Robbie Valentino walked into the diner. Dipper did a subtle double take to see the clean, lean and fairly approachable figure of the once hated goth and bully. Dipper heard rumors about how Robbie changed. First he never believed it, but eventually stopped caring after Dipper became occupied with other matters.

Robbie sat at the bar, waving a waitress in her teens wearing an orange colored pin in her hair piece and asked for 'Mr. Valentinos regular.' Dipper had a humble yet subtle smile across his grease covered lips. He swallowed the bite whole and began to down it with rich hot chocolate.

"Surprising what changes around here and what stays the same." Said an old yet mindful voice. Dipper turned to see Lazy Susan herself offering to top him off. Dipper nodded to her question while holding his cup out and placed down after having it refiled. He enjoyed the drink when it cools a bit. "Robbie's became a nice young man. He turned his game around and went double down into studies. He's working at the parlor with his parents and I just heard he proposed to his girlfriend a couple days ago."

"Tambry?" Was all Dipper said.

"Yep, and there a happy couple, to. They live in an apartment complex by the lake. Along with almost everyone from there click. It's nice to see people grow up, but still hold onto what's important."

"Or rather find importance in themselves or in the world." Dipper replied in more than a one word response.

"You sound like a man of experience. What happened to you, anyway? You were happy as can be when returning every year, solving mysteries and what not, until finally you stopped coming like, what, six years ago?" Dipper nodded. "Let me guess, you entered the world of the paranormal much like your great uncle?"

"Something like that. Though, I have not investigated anything like I did awhile ago in a long time." Dipper sighed. He picked up his mug and drank his now lukewarm chocolate.

"This town is full of mysteries still, don't you worry. I bet you can get back into the mystery hunting game in no time." She chuckled and walked off to help another customer. Dipper smiled as he remembered his summers in this town. How he and his twin, Mabel went off into the woods and explore the unexplored. He was dragged out of his daydreams when another familiar face appeared in the door.

A short man, shorter than most but taller than a child at least, was a white haired 20 year old man with a white dress shirt, light blue vest, black dress pants and a five point multi-colored star on a circle bolo tie. Gideon Gleeful had not changed a lot from when Dipper last saw him. He sauntered in and sat in the stool next to Robbie.

"Well sit me straight and call me crooked, mister Robbie Valentino why how amazing it is to see you." Gideon pandered to him. It appeared to Dipper that Gideon had been pestering Robbie for awhile now, and it was soon confirmed.

"For the last time, Gideon, I can't help you get with Mabel. My fiance may be friends with her but I don't know anything about setting people up." Dipper forced the urge down of standing up and taking on Gideon. The Pines boy was irritated that one of his rivals from childhood was still going after his sister, and in the end was making another one of his rivals give him some help.

"Oh but I'm not here to talk about Mabel, I'm hear to talk about the big moment for you. You see, it occurs to me that you are getting married. And seeing how close we have gotten in the years together, how you and Tambry both comforted me when myself lost my mother, I asked if I could have the honor of being one of your groomsmen." Dipper felt a touch of pity for Gideon. It's never easy to lose someone so close, especially a mother. Robbie seemed to think about it and was wanting to argue. "Now I'm not asking for anything more than that. I just want to be there for you on this big day of yours. Though I do have one quarry." Both Dipper and Robbie focused in on the male's request. "Is Mabel going to be a bridesmaid?" A merth of muffled laughter left Dipper's mouth. A sensation he hasn't felt in a while and it was nice to feel humer again.

Robbie sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, since she self proclaimed herself one, seeing as she served a vital part in myself and Tambry going out together. Though it's still a bit early for deciding who's going to be who. Heck, Tambry said I should have Dipper as a groomsman." Dipper himself raised an eyebrow. A groomsman, huh? I mean, it wouldn't hurt.

"Dipper Pines. Now that's a name that I have not heard in a long time. Have you heard anything about him at all, cause I sure as heck haven't?" Robbie sighed and seemed to deflate a bit.

"No. ANd to be honest, I'm scared to talk to him." Dipper seemed to loose himself as he started to gag. "I mean, when we first met, I knew right away he liked Wendy, and abused the obviousness and harassed the guy. I mean he saved me along with you and the rest of the town in Weirdmageddion even though he had been through a lot of scrutiny for being only 12. 12! He was only 12 when he saved the world. And who knows where he is. All I know is that when we meet again, I'm going to apologize for what I did to him and ask for forgiveness, even though I know I won't get it."

"Don't be too sure, Valentino." Said a new voice to the two men at the bar. Both guys turned and evidently had to look up and faced the mused and smirking face of the one and only Dipper Pines, belly full and beginning to head out of the diner to find a place to stay. "It's been awhile boys, hasn't it."

To say the two grown men in their 20's were intimidated by him was...about right. Gideon more so as he seemed to meet the tallest man in Gravity Falls at the moment, who happened to be his rival when younger. Robbie had a classic 'o' face, but it became a timid smile as he saw the Dipper held no ill intent and was acting as casual as one could.

"Well bless my stars, Dipper Pines! What an amazing coincidence!" Gideon proclaimed as he now seemed to find his senses.

"I know. That's why I made the comment that answered Robbie's lament." Dipper answered in point blank honesty, inciting a snort from Robbie and a couple new customers. Dipper then looked over to Robbie. "Look, I get you were in a bit of a transition period and any guy would be jealous of another guy 'hitting' on his girl. I don't think it's really necessary, but yeah, I forgive you." Robbie seemed to brighten up abit. Dipper then casted his gaze to Gideon. "Now as for you going after my sister, well, that's something else entirely." Gideon blanched and sheepishly chuckled before zooming out of the diner. "So, how about after you eat you and I go for a walk. Tell me what I've missed around here for the past six years?" Robbie nodded and waved Dipper off as he went to run a couple errands.

The bus came to a rusting and wailing halt as the dirt road became cloudy in dust with the scent of Gravity Fall's Transit Stop. A short man with bright red hair and beard, shorter than Gideon, walked down the steps as he carried a burlap sack over one shoulder while he grasped onto his green top hat. His gold-buckle shoes scuttered across the dirt as he released his hat and placed a hairy-knuckled hand into his greed pants. He maneuvered over the green coat that was tied over his waist that had exposed his rolled up sleeves and yellow vest. Pulling out his hand, he took a golden pocket watch and saw the time. He was a bit early. That was ok. In some ways, he was actually on time. The war was over and he didn't need to worry about dates and times all that much anymore.

He scanned the wooded road into town and saw the remains of a muscle car that seemed to have a bite taken out of the side. He winced at it but shrugged it off. He had faced for stranger and horrifying things in his infancy than a Giant in the woods. He replaced the pocket watch with a gold coin with a bearded face baring its teeth and began to flip it with no wim or worry, seemingly being able to catch it with calculated ease.

"What do you think?" Said a voice from the red haired man's left. He saw a tall, and I mean tall and burly man dressed in deep blue lean against a tree. His auburn hair blewed in the wind as his Big Dipper's birthmark became exposed. The smaller man simply grunted.

"Yah expect meh to know how this town'r is like in just'r few momer'nts, lad?" Said the small green man in an Irish accent. He hacked and spit a multi-colored lugie that glittered in the dirt, seeing as it never faded in iridescents. "Well, there's alot 've magic about, but I've have a look to see for myself if this' the place to stay. I mean, there be Wood Giants in their woods."

"And that's stopping you, Peggie?"

"No, but you should give me sem time. I'm not as young as you are. And stop callin me Peggie." The taller of the two shrugged and simply went back towards a roadside diner, one that 'Peggie' might indulge himself in later.

"So for the most part, a lot has stayed the same. Well, in terms of the land and weird occurrences." Robbie began as him and Dipper were walking about the town. "For starters, The town has doubled down on the mysterious. The Mystery Shack has became the capital of the town's entertainment scene. Mr. Ramirez turned the gift shop area into a cafe and added a cart system to the tour, even going out doors to other locations like a bunker and stuff. I went when the grand reopening happened and it was pretty impressive." Dipper smiled wide.

"Ah good old Soos. I knew he had some good ideas in him. Is he a good Mister Mystery?"

"He plays the part as good as anyone can. Every Friday the Shack gets taken over by The Tent o' Telepathy and they have a micro-carnival. Games, clue finding and whatever. Gideon and Mr. Ramirez due a whole rivalry routine that gets a lot of people clapping and happy."

"With that much traffic going on, I wonder why they don't do it a bit more?"

"Well, the thing is, Gideon is planning to run for Mayor. He's been building up all the necessities for his campaign and thanks to his new image around here, he may have a shot at it, too." Dipper was silent, absorbing it all. "I mean even when he was evil he knew how to talk to the masses. He started to really change his ways after his mom passed and he's been going on a different path ever since."

"I get it. I know for a fact people can change. Now how about some of the others. Hows my sister?"

"You don't talk much, do you."

"No. My line of work kept me away from phones."

"Always moving?"

"No. Couldn't trust them. Never knew which side the were on." There was a beat and Dipper saw Robbie giving him a look. "What?" Robbie shook his head in a 'I should have known' fashion. "Now, Mabel?"

"Right. Well, she's doing ok. Well, she's actually doing as amazing as anyone around here. She helps in modeling interiors in homes and shops. She's the co-manager now of The Shack and was the one who came up with 'Gideon Fright-Day Nights'. And who knows how she got that one done." The two shared a laugh. Gideon was always soft for Mabel. "Her friends are doing ok as well. That Candy chick is working at the Police department in Seattle and does some coding for servers, data management and what not. Grenda got married with that foren prince dude and comes by every summer to stay. She hooked up Tompson with this hot, and Tambry agrees, HOT babe from Sweden."

"Why would she help Tompson?"

"Uh, dude, there brother and sister." Dipper stopped in his tracks and had a wide eyed expression of pure realization. "You never knew, did you?"

"No but now that you say it I can totally see it now. Holy…"

"Well the gang's all doing well. Nate and Lee came out as gay during graduation and are doing fine. Like i said, Thompson has a good looking babe and is the vise principle of the high school. And Wendy...well...Wendy has been off and on with the world. Sometimes she's bright and full of life and coming into town to hang out, but sometimes it's like talking to a ghost. She's barely getting by on a gas station attendant position for rent in her apartment. She;s been looking for a roommate to stand her and help her out each month." Wendy. That was someone Dipper hadn't really put thought to in a while. His first crush. Is best friend. Yeah, he missed her alright.

The two walked as Robbie explained everything new in town into a food market to prepare dinner. Robbie invited Dipper to eat with him, Tambry, Wendy, Mabel, Candy, Pacifica and Grenda, to which he accepted. Tonight was going to be simple: Hand made pizza of various toppings for all the diets. Dipper offered to carry all the bags out as he said 'I do it alot'.

A small man with red hair and a beard dressed in green approached the two on there way to the apartment complex by the lake where everyone lived. "Alrighty. This place is a good town." He said in an Irish accent.

"What did I tell you? This place is perfect. Pay Hermin in advance to send the word out." Dipper replied as the small Irish man walked off.

"You two know each other?" Robbie commented, confused by the context of the encountered.

"Yeah. A close friend of mine. He's moving to town soon along with a couple of friends of mine from work."

"Are they good people?" Dipper smiled.

"There good alright. The best of the best."

The sun had set and night had come. Two headlights shined on the road as a blue minivan holding six women squealing while listening to a radio station filled with last year pop songs. Driving was one 23 year old Mabel Pines. She decided to abandon her sweaters in the summer weather and went with a simple white shirt with her iconic shooting star on the chest and a maroon leather jacket over that came down to ther midsection. Her denim jeans were worn at the nease as she tapped on the gas. With her braces gone. She looked like a new women with the same attitude as the energetic child of yesterday.

Pacifica Northwest has come a long way from the days when she was all high and mighty. She and her family had lost a lot of money during Weirdmagedion and it forced them to see the world differently. And for Pacifica, it was all she ever wanted. Her family adapted to this new life and have reinstated their name in Gravity Falls, but as the kindhearted family of three that serve as business consultants for other large families, young to how to use their money. Pacifica stuck with purple as her outfit was just an older version of her younger self, though she wore her hair in a two buns in the back of her head.

Candy Chiu had been the one to change the most. She wore contact now, exposing her now vibrant deep blue, almost purple eyes. She had cut her hair to reach her shoulders as working in a cramped dark room with monsters gets hot and it's easier to shower and clean shorter hair than long flowing locks. Time conservation was key to her now. She had made a system out of the weird and supernatural. She had a plan already set for one of Mabel's weekend excursions, just not knowing the occasion of Tambry's engagement.

Tambry herself was similar to her young teen form with short cut hair dyed pink, eyeliner and baggy hoodie and pants, but she added a black beanie to the mix along with a pair of red glasses, which she wore only to make her boyfriend, now fiance, flustered. She also added a silver ring with the bleeding heart stitched together etched on the outside. She somehow felt that the symbol in the end always represented how Tambry fixed Robbie for the better.

Grenda von Fundshauser was, well, Grenda. She was chugging down Strawberry Sunrises at the club they went to and was now passes out in the back snoring away, causing Pacifica to groan occasionally but still timid to even try to wake her up. She had filled out into a large but very healthy frame for herself and was happy as any house wife could be. She enjoyed staying at home and exercising, lifting weights and on ocation, participate in marathons which she always won and spending afternoon with her husband Marius.

And finally in the back was the silent, cool headed but still happy (for the most part) Wendy Corduroy. She had stuck with her green flannel as it matched her eyes, but wore her shirt over a plain white one, leaving the green unbuttoned. She had her slender frame cross legged as Grenda leaned against her, sighting a chuckle from the 26 year old.

Wendy was hurting, and it was apparent to everyone. Yet only Mabel knew why. Wendy, for the simplest, really missed Dipper. She hated to admit it, but Dipper had an effect on her that helped her ease her way through almost, if not everything in her complex teen years. Yet at 17 Dipper never came back to Gravity Falls with Mabel, and never again. Infact, once 18 Dipper had completely vanished from the face of the Earth, only occasionally sending a letter every Christmas about his exploits. Wendy kept all those letters.

The older she got, the more important the young man became to her. And from his letters, he had managed to get himself a decent life. She would never say it was love, but it was along the lines of importance.

"Alright ladies! Out out out! Mr. Valentino is making PIZZA!" Mabel said as Grenda rouse again and got her energy back instantly, seeing as she was able to shrug off drunk. Wendy shambled out of the van and looked up at the pale blue four story apartment complex. It served as a safe-haven for all her friends. She lived on the ground floor in one of the cheaper homes while Robbie and Tambry were at the top. Mabel lived in the Shack with Soos but she would crash at Wendy's for some immediate slumber party fun.

The scent of hot rolled dowe cooked with tomato sauce, cheese and hot meats filled their noses when the girls entered the home. Pacifica even sighed in content. "I never knew Robbie could cook this good, Tambry." The blonde said.

"Yeah, me too." Tambry said while raising an eyebrow. One of the big tables the complex provided in the shared basement was set up. Eight plates with napkins were in place with three on each of the long sides with one on each end. Space was made for the pans to be placed on cloths to not burn the table below. A column of steam was seen being emitted by a delicious looking italian disk, being carried by a tall, and I mean tall, young man with auburn hair and blue eyes. What must have been his coat was on the back of the chair at the far end of the table and left his white shirt torso to flex and stretch the shirt as a burly body was exposed. The girls hadn't seen a photo, let alone Dipper himself, of his most recent form in a long time. Infact most would have sworn he wasn't Dipper, if not for when he placed the pizza on the table, he took the back of his arm to wipe at his forehead, revealing the classic birthmark he got his name from.

"D-d-d-d-Dipper?" Mabel studdard out. The tall man stopped and turned to face his sister. She was noticeably shorter than him, and he would have made a joke about it if he was a different man. Yet this was a new Dipper, but with the same love he had for his friend and family. He smiled warmly at her and held his arms out, with an instant effect as she zoomed into his arms and laughed with tears in her eyes.

Pacifica and Candy were floored by the new Dipper. The boy they had a crush on had grown into a real man. And I mean a REAL man. Grenada whistled, admitting that someone matched her husband's' charm. And Wendy..well..she joined Mabel and tackled the tall guy and laughed into the crook of his neck.

"Well, this is a surprise. Robbie didn't tell me that you were coming for dinner." Tambry said, recovering and accepting Dipper's appearance very well.

Dipper was chuckling at the effection he was being given, but released the two girls from his grasp and respond level headed. "I came into town late yesterday...or early today? Not sure. Bumped into Robbie at Susan's and caught up on all the business happening around here. Thought I would meet you guys again as well and afford to cook."

"Witched I tried to talk him out of but he insisted." Said Robbie coming out with a second pizza. He leaned forward and kissed his fiance before placing the pie down. "And I got to say, he knows how to cook."

"Well, with a little charm and panache, you can cook anything and make it taste good." Dipper replied as he sat down in his seat with the rest joining him.

"Well, Dipper, I must say I am happy to finally see you again. And seeing that Robbie mostly told you the jist of all of us, why not begin with you?" Pacifica began. Dipper served himself and scratched his chin. Thin stubble rang out making him appear more as a bear than a man. With an arched eyebrow while looking upwards, he simply nodded, think it was about time.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Are you a superhero!? Because if you are I totally called it!" Mabel shouted. DIpper laughed as he rested a hand into her hair and rustled it about.

"No but I have not stayed away from the paranormal. I met some strange beings. Leprechauns that lived in Brooklyn, a Japanese Gargoyle that turns to stone at night and not day, An Angel that's an Atheist and a couple others. I've traveled the country and eventually made my way around the world."

"An Angel that's an Atheist...Now how does that work?" Candy said.

"Well the Angel hated God because he wouldn't let him stay in Heaven, so he went on a rampage of denouncing Magic using Science. Myself and a couple allies managed to stop him before things got out of hand."

"Wait. That guy we met on the walk," Robbie began. "Was he a Leprechaun?"

Dipper placed a hand on his chin once more. "A Leprechaun plus. He's got a longer history beyond hanging about a pot of gold all day. Anyway, I managed to complete my task of saving the world from the Angel dude and now I have returned here to stay. And when I mean stay, I mean find a place to live and relax after all the crazy I went through."

"You could always stay at the Shack with us." Mabel said with enthusiasm.

"Sorry Mabel but I would like to keep it to a minimum of one other person living with me. Maybe a roommate with or even for someone would do, since I don't have a job at the moment." All eyes pointed to the red head in the room. Wendy was shifting in her seat, acting like a schoolgirl talking to her crush.

"You know, you can stay with me if you want. I have an extra room on the ground floor and I need the money to boot. Plus we can have crappy movie nights every night." Dipper stared at her and for a moment, Wendy felt like an animal being studied by a predator. He inspected her from top to bottom. Seeing imperfection on the outside as well as the in. She felt vulnerable to that gaze, if only for a moment before he snorted and smiled warmly, and gave her a far better look.

"If you can handle me, then by all means you would really be throwing a dog a bone here." He smiled and for the first time in a while, Wendy felt like a teenager again.

In the heart of California lies the Sanctum of the Almanac. In the 70's, sci-fi writer Oswald Hugoson wrote the book of Almanac: a scientific system of belief that use Psycho-Mathematics and Star patterns to indicate a form of Fortune-Based storytelling in the perspective of an entity by the name of Zydac. Over the years many people around the country began to notice this book and began a movement to create a new age religion next to the three Abrahamic Faiths. Famous actors like Spruce Williams, Rookie Down Jr. and others joined in and pushed for sanctioned acknowledgment that Almanac was a real religion. In the end, with the help of some dark governmental tactics that former CIA agents that joined Almanac used, helped to push the legalization and legitimacy of the group.

The building was a collection of spires that reached five stories tall with one as a bell tower with a system of military time devised on the dile, making the disk twice as big. One was an Astronomy tower with a comically sized telescope pointed skywards into the night sky. One was used as a library where a collection of stories that involve heros of worlds near and far take place. One was an observation office, a curved wall filled with monitors of various shapes, sizes and dimensions hung depicting green images of the Sanctum's dorms, Bathrooms, Great Hall, Courtyard, Other spyers and the one the round, pig like man was the most interested in, The Women's locker room as the late night swimming sessions were now wrapping up for the evening.

In the deeper levels of the facility lyed a sealed vault where three men of various sizes looked down upon an operation table, holding their next agent. The figure was like a man, but not quite. He was tall and thin. His skin was pale, almost snow white and hi hair was a holy gold. For the most part, he was completely naked. The only things that represented clothes were the 'augmentations' to his form. An artificial silver and black arm was attached to his chest with equally augmented sections. The male figure was most definitely not human, at least with a more heavy gaze. A set of heavily feathered wings was on his back, attached to his shoulder blades. However, one was removed, replaced by a white and green wired wing of robotic origen with hexagonal mesh between each segmentation.

A bald man with a white lab coat and an orange mustache walked over and rested his palm over one big red button, a button that a blond haired man in green with sunglasses who seemed to be in charge gave the order to press. The third man, a rounded young boy in his teens in an orange long sleeve turtle neck was looking at a tablet, watching a silhouette of the figure on the table lode with a flashing green color, indicating it's time till being fully awaken.

The organism on the table twitched once. Then, slowly, opened his eyes. He felt like shit. Like a bear ate his arm and leg and ripped his heart out of his chest only to throw it into snake pit. It was an appropriate description, as it was exactly what happened to him. He used his wings to push him upwards into a sitting position. He moved his left arm and tried resting his left hand over his eyes to rub them. However, he felt the sensation of an artificial limb touch his face. He jerked it back and blank black eyes with white dots in the center pupils stared onto the fake limb.

"You may have a lot of questions, Mr. Gabe." Said the tall man in green. The figure, acknowledging himself as Mr. Gabe looked up onto the three men in the room. "My name is Moniter John Blitzz." He motion to himself. "This here is Editor Tye Zankoff." He raised a hand to the bald head man. "And this is Viewer Max Preston." He motioned another hand to the boy who simply waved at Mr. Gabe. "We are familiar with your work as of recent, Mr. Gabe. You led the main fight of Science versus Magic. A very risky and dangerous battle that you unfortunately lost. Now, we here followers of Zydac have such respect for you. You were bold enough to abandon your creator. You God and led a life to kill him off by poisoning his people. Bold and quite amazing to say the least."

"Get to the point, human." Mr. Gabe finally said, folding his original wing over himself to cover his dignity.

"Yes of course. You can see now that we have introduced you to the wonders of Almanac here with our Psyche-Maths designed prosthetics as well as revival process." Mr. Gabe looked himself over and went wide eyed.

"I'm alive."

"Yes, Mr. Gabe you are indeed alive."

"Well, if you know what I am, you should know that people like me can't come back. Not like this."

"You expected to find yourself with horns and a pointy tail? Maybe a pitchfork or a goatee? No. We believe that when you die, you should not become demons. You should become Gods. Beyond Gods at this rate. You see, my Master wanted you. He foretold it in one of his many stories."

"Is he a God, because you should know how I stand with them." Mr. Gabe growled.

"No. Far from it. He is far more than a God. He is a force of Nature. And he wants you to help us in the greatest story ever told in the universe."

"Big claim he has. What does he want?"

"Why, he wants you to simply keep killing Gods like you did before, but with more to it."

"If you haven't noticed, a God did this to me. I'm not to keen on seeing this happen again." Mr. Gabe said while motioning to himself.

"Well, you seem to be doing it all wrong. When you kill a God, it is only a matter of time before they're reborn again. So what I want you to do something more than kill them. We want something more." Mr. Gabe raised an eyebrow and leaned in, seeing as he had nothing better to do than to just follow the mans lead. "We want there souls." A moment of silence before Mr. Gabe started to cackle madly.

"You think you can have Souls of Gods!? HAHA! That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard! HEHE! I mean, you think I'm dumb enough to kill, let alone take God's captive again!? And what makes you think I would do that?" The three were silent, staring down at the Angel. Finally The Monitor motioned The Viewer to press a button on the tablet, engulfing the silhouette in red and purple 'Danger: High Voltage' notices.

Mr. Gabe's laughter was swiftly replaced with howls and screaming from a dose of 'shocking' pain. Pain beyond his comprehension. Pain no mortal should be able to inflict on him. One full minute of this agonizing torture that was similar to a roller coaster of pain as at some points he thought he was used to it but it got worse went on till it ended with Mr. Gabe collapsed on the hard stone ground, smoke rising from every inch of his form. His frame shook and a look of pure terror was on his face.

"Because that's why, Mr. Gabe. That's why." John said with a neutral tone, an almost synthetic emotion was running like a virus in his eyes as her bore his vision into the terrified pupils of his new, Godlike and God Killing slave.

A/N: End of Chapter One of my first Gravity Falls Fic. Please tell me what you think in the comments and give me ideas as to what I should do in the future. I'm planning on making this a 'Preacher' meets 'American Gods' type story. Hope you liked it so far. I've got some cool plans for this in the future. Some WenDip eventually. OC's are going to be prominent in the tale. Peggie and a couple others are going to be more looked at in the next chapter titled: Fellowship.~SRG