Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity falls nor Death note, they both belong to their respective owners and I in no part are profiting from their material whatsoever.

**none of these names are associated with the actual person and are in fact from a random name generator or my imagination purely, if you or anyone else happens to share one of these names it is of complete coincidence.**

'Dipper'=Thoughts

**Dipper**=Speaking through TV, computer, radio, or any other device.

Dipper=Narration...well sometimes narration

Hint: O=W

It was that day, I remember it clearly. The day I found that stupid notebook, my whole world changed...and now I lay here awaiting for my own death because of that stupid...notebook.

XxxxXxx

It was another gloomy, rainy day in Gravity falls. With little tourist attraction along with the heavy rain, the twins were forcibly kept inside the Mystery Shack. It was days like these that made Dipper wish he brought that portable game along with him.

"Boring, boring, boring." The TV flickered between channels as Mable furiously pressed the remote button. "Dippp-per! Fix the TV! There's nothing on!" Mable groaned as she sunk into the lumpy yellow chair.

"Mable. The TV isn't broken, there's just nothing on." Dipper quipped as he skimmed through the morning paper. "Not that I'm surprised." He added.

Mabel sighed and slid off the chair. "Well..." A wide smile formed across her face. "Ima go bedazzle Waddles!"

"Again?"

Mable began running up the stairs. "You're just jealous you don't have pigs to bedazzle!"

Dipper set down the newspaper, it was too boring to re-read the issue for the hundredth time so instead he decided to study his journals for the hundredth time. Dipper pushed in his chair and dragged his feet towards the staircase entryway, with every step he made, the floorboards groaned of overuse. As he was walking towards the stairwell, a certain channel on the television Mable unintentionally left on, caught Dipper's attention.

**This is the Oregon news channel bringing you the news. Just recently a murderer has been on the outrage, killing hundreds in a small town near Detroit and on the same day a group of arsonist set fire to several houses in...**

Dipper shut off the television and trudged up the stairs. 'There's so much wrong with this world...everyday, every single day it's nothing but crime. I want to get rid of it, all.'

Once Dipper reached the attic floor, he opened the door to his and Mable's room to see her sister in the process of bedazzling her pig. Dipper plumped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. "Hey Mable...do you think there's too many bad people in this world?"

"Yeah, but there lot's of good people too, the bad people don't really matter to me. Besides, you could say the bad people in life are to...give an example for the good people, isn't that right Waddles?"

Waddles blinked his eyes. "Oink."

"See?! Waddles agrees!"

Dipper reached under his bed and pulled out the journal, he smiled as he flipped through the pages. "Heh I guess you're right, Mable." 'What's this...a shiningami? But there's neither a picture or a description! It's just a blank page with a name.'

"Of course I am!" She chirped.

"Mable, c'mere." Mable scooted over to Dipper's side. "What?" Dipper showed Mable the near empty page he found. "Why do you think he stopped writing?"

"I dunno. Maybe he fell asleep?"

"Oh wait a second!" Dipper reached for his backpack and pulled out the black light. He shined it over the empty page. "...did you know shinigami love apples?"

The twins both looked at each other. "Why do shinigami love apples?!" Mable yelled.

"That's an interesting fact."

*KER-PLUNK* *CLANG-CLANG-CLANG*

The twins looked around the room, wondering where that sound came from. "What the heck was that?!" Mable panicked.

"Oink! Oink! Oink!" Waddles ran around in circles making pretty much all the bedazzles fly off of his slippery pink body.

Mable jumped off Dipper's bed and began frantically picking up all the fallen bedazzles. "Waddles! Stop moving! I. MUST. BE. DAZZLE. YOUUUUUU!"

"Well...Mable, I'm gonna leave you here." He reached from the side of his bed and pulled out a red umbrella. "I'll check out the sound."

"Okey-doke Dipper! Mable Pines is on the case! Street style!"

XxxxXxx

"...looks like I lost it.."

One of the Shinigami noticed Ryuuku was walking off somewhere."Hey Ryuuku! Where are going?"

"The human world. I dropped something."

XxxxXxx

Dipper tiptoed down the stairs, carefully made his way through the house, and cracked the door open. Looking both ways, he walked onto the porch, then opened up his umbrella. "There doesn't seem to be anything suspicious," Dipper continued his surveillance around the Mystery Shack. "Hm, I guess this is it, must of been the wind or something." Dipper looked down on the ground as well to make sure there was nothing down there, then right below Dipper's foot was the answer to the sound that scared the bejesus out of them: a burnt bird lying in the mud. "Aha! So let me guess...lightning must of hit this bird, making it fall onto the roo-"

Right then, Dipper noticed something right beside the bird; a black notebook lying face down on the mud. Dipper crouched down and picked it up. "What's this, another one of the journals, but it's black so does that make it...a punk journal? I wonder how long it's been laying here?"

It happened in almost a flash.

Right then and there was where my whole life turned around...

He walked back over to the porch and opened up the book "...The human's who's name is written in this note shall die. Wait...what?" 'It's not that crazy, I mean...compared to the other oddities I've had to face, this is nothing.'

Dippper firmly held the notebook in his hands. "The question is...what should I do with it? Wait, why I'm even asking something like this?" Dipper threw the book back outside. He opened the door back up to his house and sat down in front of the TV, thinking maybe some mindless television should clear his mind a bit.

**We're back to the Oregon news channel briefing you the latest news. Currently the police are ganging up on a mass murder by the name of Gerald Marshall...**

Dipper ran out of the shack, he looked around for the notebook. 'I can't let him live, not for that crime! HE'S A...MURDERER!' "There it is!" He grabbed the notebook and ran back inside. 'I'm not doing anything bad...'

'I'm just giving society a little...favor.'

**...the heat is on...which side will shoo-this just in! Oh God! GERALD HAS SUDDENLY COLLAPSED!**

Without any consent, the name was already written in the notebook, sealing Gerald's fate. Then seeing him collapse like that, Dipper felt the adrenaline rush through his veins, his mind was racing.

"So it works? Or was that just coincidence?!"

Dipper's shaky, sweaty hands fumbled with the remote, when he finally got in control, he flipped through the channels to find another news channel. "Here's one."

**Watch closely as we film live on one of America's deadliest criminals. His name is Vick Sharley, convicted of 12 murders, including his own wife, and a part of the...**

'Let's see...If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.'

**...what in the?! Vick Sharley is strangling himself using his bed sheets?! Is he trying to commit suicide?!**

'NO WAY! IT WORKS!' Dipper reached for the remote and flipped back to the Oregon news channel.

**Have you seen this woman? Her name is Janet Johnson and she's recently just escaped from the prison outbreak, please call the police once you've spotted her.**

Dipper gripped the pencil so hard in his hand, it nearly snapped. He was five seconds away from having her name written down. "And after I kill her, I'll gather up all the newspapers and write down the name of every single criminal I could possibly put on there, then I'll-"

"Whoa. Slow down, kid."

Dipper turned his head around, right beside him was a giant monster-bat-vampire like thing staring straight at him. I mean...there just wasn't words to describe this thing. 'I can't scream now...so what can I do?!' "H-hello Mr. Zombie." Dipper stammered. "Why're you here? The Mystery Shack is closed for the day."

"Hey kid, just cut the crap, already. I am Shinigami Ryuuku, the owner of the Death note. I think by now you know that notebook isn't a normal notebook."

Dipper fell on the floor and screamed his heart out. "AA-AHHHHHHH!" He clenched his chest as if he was about to have a heart attack him himself.

Ryuuku thought this was a good time to speak up. "If you don't want the Death not-"

Dipper slid the Death note under the chair. "GAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

The floor boards suddenly wailed with excitement as Mable ran down the stairs, it was always the second scream that bothered her. "Dipper, what's wrong?!" Mable yelled, she looked around, nothing seemed to be wrong.

"I fell down from the chair, and my butt pressed against on one of your stupid building blocks." Dipper grumbled as he rubbed his butt. 'She can't see Ryuuku? This is perfect!'

"Oh, uh Dipper did you ever find out what the noise was outside?"

Dipper got himself back up on the chair "Yeah! A bird got struck by lightning and fell down on the roof."

"Really? Ha! I guess you could say he's fried chicken?! Eh? EH?!"

"Ok that was a good one Mable."

"I KNOW! Well, Waddles ain't gonna bedazzle himself!" Mable turned around and went back upstairs.

'5...4...3...2..1' *slam* 'ok, she's in and Stan's asleep. The only thing I have to do is edit the security cam footage and everything should be fine.' "So tell me, only I can see you right?"

"If anyone touches the notebook, then they'll see me but other than that, no." Ryuuk answered.

"So you're a real shinigami? Interesting...I've always thought shingami would look like humans, yeah humans with swords, but now that you're here, I have some questions to ask you."

"Alright."

"Well, I had an idea you were coming but not in the matter of hours, are you going to reap my soul or whatever?"

Ryuuku perched on top of the yellow chair. "No, I won't do anything to you. Once the Death note lands in the human world, it no longer belongs to me. Right now, you're the owner of that Death note."

"'That' Death note? You mean there are more?"

"Yeah, the Death note is a shinigami's tool. If you don't want the Death note just give it to someone else, however you'll lose all your memories of the Death note and-"

"And? You mean there's more rules?"

"More rules than you can wrap your little head around, now shut up and listen. Since you used my Death note, you're the only one who can see as well as hear me which I think you already know by now. The Death note...is the bond that ties human raito and shinigami."

'A bond? What is he talking about?' "So is there a catch? Will I go to...hell for using this?"

"The only catch is the suffering and mental pain you might endure, you'll also die by my Death note. As for your last question, don't worry, you won't be going to hell."

"Oh that's good."

"Or heaven."

'...so that's the real price huh? Well nothingness beats hell for sure.' "So that's it, huh?"

"Yeah pretty much."

"Then this is great I happened to find it. I mean, if I kill all the bad people, then my sister and I won't have to live in fear anymore, no, ALL the good people can live in peace! Only I can make this happen!"

"Then you'll be the only bad person left in the world." Ryuuku speculated.

Dipper's face dropped. "Yeah I've thought about that..." He turned around to Ryuuku. "...but it's for the better. I mean, a plate is better without the filth, right?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind, never mind but someone has to do it, right? The police, the government kills off criminals so why can't I? Think of it as a favor to society."

Dipper re-opened the Death note and went grabbed the nearest pencil. "A huge favor to society. I'll start a revolution!"

XxxxXxx

-somewhere in Washington D.C.-

-International Crime Police Organization (ICPO)-

"Over this past two weeks there's been an astounding number of deaths, all by heart attacks. Just this week alone we've counted a 46 dead. All of the victims were either suspects for crimes or already in jail, most in jail."

"So what?! All of them deserved to die!" Someone shouted.

"It doesn't matter if the criminals were on death row, killing is still a crime!" Another guy retorted.

One guy shook his head and muttered something under his breath. "It's impossible...all of this, It's impossible to murder such a larger number of people this fast and frequent."

"On the other hand, this could boost the police's reputation..."

"This isn't about reputation!"

"How is it even possible for a crime syndicate to have done this?!"

A representative from Gravity falls, Oregon spoke up. "Why don't you call in that "miracle worker" L, for the case? The Northwest family needs only the best for this case!"

Sheriff Blubs nearly spit out the coffee he wasn't supposed to be drinking. "Who's this "L" guy you're talking about?"

Deputy Durland kicked back while snorting with laughter. "Ha, ha. I bet it stands for loser!"

"L is someone you idiots would never measure up to. L can solve any and every case, unlike you." Preston explained.

Sheriff Blubs snorted. "Oh so he's a show-off!"

With the mention of the mysterious detective known as L murmurs of him filled the room, it seems as if a new door was opened. L could solve any case, but could he even stand a chance to solve this one?

"How can we even contact L?"

"I heard L was pretty stubborn, he has only taken on cases he finds of intres-"

"Gentlemen, please." A dark figure walked into the room, his entire identity was shrouded by a black trench coat. "L is already working on the case!"

"Hey Preston, who's this guy?" Blubs asked.

"I told you to call me by my work name! Anyways, this guy is Watari, I hear he's the only one who knows of L's true identity."

Watari called for everyone to quiet down, he got out a laptop then put it on the table. "You may now hear, the voice of L." He announced.

**Hello to everyone at ICPO, I am L.**

Sheriff Blubs crumbled up his coffee cup and threw at the laptop screen. "BOOOO!"

"L stands for LOSER!" Durland yelled, joining in with Blubs.

L stood crouched in his preferred position behind his laptop screen, he was speechless at the level of stupidity they had to offer. "Ahem! Like I was saying, this case is possibly the biggest and most difficult of all the cases I've tackled. So I ask all of you at ICPO to put in all your effort into solving this case and bringing down this disgusting, sinful mass murderer."

XxxxXxx

It's been a fairly humid, sunny day in the town of Gravity falls, it was only going to be a few hours until the shack was opening up for the day. Stan was in the kitchen preparing for what the day was about to bring.

"Hey Stan!" Mable said once she ran into the kitchen, today Stan managed to find pancakes for the entire family. "Isn't crazy how all of the bad guys are dying one after another! It's like one day they're standing, then BAM they're dead!" Mable stuffed several pancakes over saturated with syrup, in her mouth.

Stan sipped some of his questionable morning coffee. "I'll tell you what, with all these criminals dead, I'm pretty sure the cops are gonna be cracking down harder on me."

"Then you just gotta be a good Grunkle!" Mable joked, she stared at the empty seat directly across from her. "Grunkle Stan, Dipper's missed breakfast all this last week, and he's also been falling off his bed a lot more lately. Do you know what's happening?"

'I thought only girls went through this sort of phase...' "Meh, Dipper's always been a strange kid. Don't worry about him too much."

Coming in right on cue, Dipper ran inside the kitchen with a half eaten apple dangling between his forefinger and thumb. "Hey Grunkle Stan, Mable!" Dipper held up the apple. "Look what I've got!"

Stan and Mable turned around. "What the heck?" Stan examined the partly bitten apple. "Is that just a half eaten apple?"

"No, no." Dipper set the apple on the table. "It's an apple half eaten by a werewolf!"

"Oh let me see!" Mable yelled.

Dipper handed Mable the apple and she held it up to her face. *phtbbbb* "Dipper! You just bit into the apple." Mable threw the apple at Dipper's head. "Stupid!"

"Guys! Just look at it for like five seconds. The indents on the apple aren't normal human ones, they're pointy! I'm 99.9999999% positive this is from a werewolf."

Stan shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever kid, just put it in the shop, the people who come here will literally believe in anything if it's in a fancy case. Literally."

Dipper picked up the apple and ran over to the main entrance of the shack and slid apple in one of the empty, dusty display cases. "There."

"What? Why did you put an apple in there, I'm sure no one will be actually interested in that." Ryuuku said as he studied the oddities of the Mystery Shack. 'So humans are interested in this crap? Maybe they will be interested, well I sure am.'

"Trust me, most of the people in Gravity falls are idiots, they'll eat this up. Also, it's just a safety measure, I hid a small camera inside the apple so just in case someone suspicious comes looking for me, I'll not only be able to know beforehand, but also be able to cover the Death note up."

"I see, so tell me. Where'd you hide the real Death note? I think finding a hiding spot is what every human funds the hardest."

Dipper scribbled something on a fake gold plaque and placed it on the display case. "I hid it under the floorboards, but just in case someone finds it, I also made it to like a diary so everyone will know why I took such lengths to hide it. And it won't look suspicious if I walk around with it since everyone at Gravity falls thinks I'm a wimp, including my sister."

"Kid, that's just sad."

"Whatever...hey Ryuuku, quick question."

"What is it?"

"Do I have to write in the notebook for it to work or can I just tear off some pages here and there?"

"Oh yeah you can tear off some pages and it'll still have the same effect."

"That's awesome, in fact, now that you mention it, I might as well test it out!"

Dipper, along with Ryuuku following, ran upstairs to the attic and quietly closed the door. He walked over to his uncomfortable bed and pulled out the red journal. "I can still solve this mystery but that just means the slot of time I can use to write in the Death note is limited, there's nothing I can do about that if I still want to seem normal to my family." 'Times like these I wish I had my own room...'

Ryuuku flew over to Mable's bed and perched on top of the mattered. Dipper hid the journal under his blanket and turned to the Shinigami. "Hey Ryuuk-" Much to his surprise, Ryuuku was snacking on some apples. "Why're you eating apples?"

"Human world apples taste delicious, the apples in the shinigami world taste like crap."

"Hm, interesting. Shinigami do love apples..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, just talking to myself." Dipper lifted up the floorboards from under his bed and tore off a page from the Death note then checked his watch. 'This is great! It's a Saturday, so Mable should be occupied with her friends for the entire afternoon. That gives me more time to write!' Dipper walked over to the desk where the only computer was held. It was old, barely functional and as far as computers go, this one was especially frustrating to work with.

"...hey Ryuuku, look at this."

Ryuuku dragged himself over to the computer area. "What is it?"

"There are these sites on the weird part of the Internet that're popping up all over the place. They're sites made to worship me. Alot of them are giving out suggestions for who should be killed. Lot's of them are asking to kill this Canadian pop star."

He stared at the dimly lit screen. It was a website just for Dipper, not only embracing the Death note but worshipping it. "Ah that's interesting."

"I know but this whole name thing they're giving me is kinda..."

"Name?"

"Yeah, they're calling me...Killer, while the Japanese call me...Kira."

In the pit of Dipper's stomach, he knew how wrong that was. They were referring to him like he was above them, like he was God himself. Yet...somehow he knew they were...right. "You see Ryuuku, these sites are already accepting the fact that I am justice. I know the media just says I'm evil, but little by little, soon they'll all accept me as true justice!"

"Humans are really interesting."

Dipper searched up a list of criminals and began writing down their names. "Yeah...I think I understand why people are so welcome to the idea of Killer on the Internet."

"Hm? Explain."

"My Great uncle told me this once. You see, on the Internet no one knows you're a turtle on Internet...or was it a dog...either way, no one knows who you are online. It's the perfect place for humans to just go wild on here." Dipper wrote more names on the torn page. "It's weird how different humans are on the Internet..."

Dipper glanced at the clock then stood up. "The Mystery Shack should be open by now so I can use the TV freely." He grabbed the torn page from the Death note and walked downstairs.

"Good, no one's here!" Dipper cautiously walked into to the living room and picked up the remote casually left on the floor. He pressed the remote button and relaxed in the chair. "Actually ow, ow! This chair is still crappy." While Dipper slid off the chair, he flickered through the limited channels to find a news station.

Ryuuku perched on top of the yellow chair, slightly amused by what Dipper was doing...or maybe he was just that bored. "Hey Dip-shit, I'm going to the kitchen to get more of those apples."

He groaned. "...you know my name is Dipper. I don't know how many times I need to tell you my name."

"Heh, Dipper isn't really that much better of a name."

"Just shut up and 'Dipper' isn't even my real name."

"Yeah I know."

**We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for this broadcast. We bring to you a message from ICPO-this message is being broadcasted all over the world.**

"Huh? What's this, like a Worldwide day of play thing only for the...government?"

**My name is Lind L. Taylor, better known as "L".**

The rug scrunched up to the tightened hold of Dipper's hands, sweat was pouring down his face, one quick pencil movement could end all of his worries. Dipper knew exactly who L was. 'This is it! I can finally...DO THIS! I'll defeat the greatest detective so no one can oppose me!'

XxxxXxx

-again somewhere in Washington D.C.-

-International Crime Police Organization (ICPO)-

"So this is L?" Preston muttered under his breath. "Though I don't why he's showing his face now of all times."

"L, the ICPO has approved to give you as much assistance as they can." Watari mentioned to the laptop.

**Very good, in that case, I request the assistance of the American police.**

Blubs spit out his coffee, he again wasn't suppose to be drinking, on Durland's face. "WHAT THE HECK?!"

"We don't need your help!" Durand yelled, the coffee still drenching his face.

Preston slammed his fist on the desk "Shut your trap you imbeciles! L, how do you know this murder is in America?!"

**That's a good question. Based on the murder reports, I have reason to believe the suspect whether working in a group or just one person, is in fact American. Either that or he's hiding in America. And you'll all soon see my reasoning in the follow-up.**

**The force can be moved to America, correct?**

Preston sat back down in his seat, in an attempt to cover up from his recent outbreak. "What in the world is L planning and in America of all places?" He murmured to himself.

XxxxXxx

Dipper extended his arm and grabbed the nearest pencil on the ground. He listened closely to the broadcast. **Whosever responsible for these murders, you have committed an atrocious act and I will personally catch you..."Killer" at any cost possible.**

"Really? Y-you're willing to go th-this far?!" Dipper asked, his voice was getting shaky. "...I've gotten this far...I won't let you beat me!"

**Killer, I have a clear understanding of what're you trying to do and the goal you're trying to obtain, but hear me out, what you are doing...is EVIL!**

"What're you talking about?!" Dipper was yelling at this point. "How can something so righteous be considered evil?! CLODS!"

As if it was a reflex, Dipper wrote down L's name in the notebook. 'Lind L. Taylor, have fun being...dead.' He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "There, it's done. No more worries, just more regrets."

Ryuuku hung over Dipper, this kid was definitely sparking his interest. "More regrets?"

"No..no, sorry about that...I have no idea where it came from." Dipper stood up he felt proud of his efforts. "From this point on forwards, in five more seconds, I have absolutely no regrets."

4...

3...

2...

1...

0!

Almost instantly Lind L. Tailor felt intense tightness in his chest, clenching his heart to ease the tightness in his chest, the blood flow to his heart suddenly stopped. His death was inescapable.

**Incredible.**

"Huh?!"

**You see, I did this on the off-chance you would kill me. So Killer, you can kill people without even being nearby? Interesting. So it's true, is it? I would've never accepted something so unbelievable. But, is this the only way you could've killed them?**

**Killer, the person you killed was actually a prisoner, sentenced to death at this time, he was a criminal imprisoned without any media attention, so of course you wouldn't of known he existed.**

Dipper smashed his fist on the floorboard. "He got me. That was...a good move."

**So Killer, why don't you kill me?!**

"..."

**Come on! Do it already! Kill me!**

**What's wrong? You can't kill me after all?**

**I guess not. So there are people even you can't kill, nice hint. Also, I might as well mention that I said this was a worldwide live broadcast, it wasn't. This broadcast is only being shown in the Pacific region of the United States. I now know you're in one of the few states that border the Pacific Ocean.**

"This guy isn't that bad." Ryuuku commented.

**The police overlooked this, but I also know who your first victim was. Gerald Marshall, a mass murderer.**

'This is bad! He knows I live in Oregon!'

**Compared with all the other guys you've killed, he's insignificant, but only the Oregon news channel reported this, that was all I needed. I can not only confirm you live in the United States, but I also know you live somewhere in Oregon.**

**The plan I had went better than expected and now I'm one step closer to solving this case. And even more, I'll figure out exactly how you kill when I finally, catch you!**

Dipper was so close to the TV, his nose almost touched the screen. "You wanna play this game, L? I'll play this game with you! AND I'LL LAUGH! I'll laugh when you fall on the floor with a heart attack!"

'This kid is strange but he's also really...'

"And you wanna know why L?! I'm..."

L was behind his laptop screen, ready to say his finishing words. "Do you want to know why Killer? Because I'm..."

"JUSTICE!"

'...Interesting!'

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A/N: Questions, suggestions, any of that just put it in the comment section.

I'll get back to the mystery of Gravity falls next chapter, think of this as...exposition to the real plot.

Also, another important note, relating to Dipper's age, just imagine him being similar to L's/ Light's age, imagine him somewhat of a teenager.

Well...hope you like it.