My attic bedroom has almost become an unfamiliar sight. But in the corner, my old laptop still sits on the table. In Gravity Falls, there's so much to do that you can't waste any time surfing the Internet (whether it's browsing or actually being sucked into, and having to escape, the mass of code-written waves, which the twins and I had to do a while ago).
Today, though, I'm not on it for either reason. The dusty Toshiba makes unfortunate whirring noises as it starts up, like it always does. I've had it for 7 moves. I don't blame it.
Since that adventure through the Internet, the computer seems to be some sort of artifact. I need to see what else it can do.
Once it's done booting up, I remember why I stopped using it. The thing's monitor is so bright, it's hard to tell what you're even looking at.
Ignoring the now half-blind state of my eyes, I open an outdated version of Mozilla and type in the address for Google. It's almost welcoming, considering how much I used it as a kid.
But what to search? I don't really even know what I'm looking for. I guess 'Gravity Falls artifacts' might be a good place to start.
The keys make their welcoming clicks as I enter the keywords, and the monitor pauses to process my request.
I guess I'm not paying attention when I click on the first few links, but after 20 minutes, I've found no information and have gotten closer to blindness.
Darn it, computer, I think, rubbing my eyes. Could you possibly get any brighter?
I've already come to the conclusion; my outdated laptop is telepathic. Because a second later, the light stretches out into a noticeable beacon.
I let out a yelp when it sucks me in and I'm tumbling down again.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The first thing I saw was white. The walls, the floor. The clothes on most of the people walking through. The lights around the multiple- hundreds of- doors on the edges of the tunnel.
I must have landed in some sort of train station, I conclude. But how?
"Autumn?" Somebody yells from behind me. "Autumn!"
Mabel and Dipper appear, dressed in fully white bodysuits, like the rest of the people here. Even Dipper's hat is blank.
"What are you doing here?" Dipper asks.
"I don't know, what are you doing here?"
"We just got out." Mabel points to a tunnel further away.
"Out of what? Where are we?"
"In the Fanfiction world, silly!" She grins. "Where people write about things that happened to us and we act it out again while people read it!"
"First code surfing, then this?" I rub my head: I had bumped it in the fall. "I'm done with the Internet."
"It's really fun, though!"
The name Fanfiction sparks a few memories. I think I've read some about random fantasy books. I didn't know that there was some about Gravity Falls.
"So...you guys are just characters in stories?"
"No." Dipper answers. "After we go on some adventure, we go recreate it on here. It gets written down by one of the users."
"My brain hurts." I state. It's the truth.
"It gets a little complicated." Dipper admits.
"A little? We're in a ton of the crazy stories people upload! It's exhausting...and can get a little weird, even for this town."
Considering what happens, I can't wait to see what people make up.
"Hey, we've got some time before our next story! How about we go answer some questions?"
"What?" I'm still adjusting to the fact that people have read about my adventures. Are people reading this now? Is the fourth wall in jeopardy?
"After stories are done, people like to know more, so they ask questions to the characters through a writer." Dipper explains. "We've been in a few, so I think you'd like it."
"The asking hall is this way." Mabel directs us to a blue gate. "This is going to be so much fun!"
It only takes a minute for an ask door to be created, but some normal doors were under construction. "Development," Dipper said. "Some stories are still being set up and sent to authors as ideas."
"Here we are!" Mabel flashes a brace-face grin at me.
There are two doors set up at the gate; one normal, and one with an airbrush sprayer. I've seen them outside of other doors; characters clad in all white would walk through and be sprayed with the colors of their outfits. The same person often has to wear different outfits for different stories, so it's too hard to change a lot.
I enter through the normal doors-my clothes are not blank, thank you very much- into a small room with a couch, two green chairs, and a TV.
A short-ish blonde girl with bangs and glasses walks in and sits on the couch. She opens a Dell.
"Hi!" She smiles. "I'm Maya, but you can call me Crazyguitargirl, or infinity-surfer, or whatever."
She looks familiar. I think I've seen her around town during the battle scenes, or taking tours at the Shack.
"Have you been...following me around recently?"
To my surprise, she smiles and says, "Well, yeah! I'm the writer who documented your stay here."
I try not to let that get to me.
"So, are you guys ready to answer some questions?"
"Yeah!"
Okay, sorry for this being super long, but I had to have an explanation, and it feels weird to not write about Autumn. So, rules for asks:
1) Keep it PG. The story is K+ for a reason. No adult content and please, no swearing.
2) Try not to repeat questions
3) Don't use cliches-er, have fun!
Also, there's no schedule for this story. I'll answer around 3-6 questions per chapter, and I'll try to update whenever I can.
Happy asking!