Hi! This is my first attempt at a Fanfiction story. I think this is going to be a good one, even though this first chapter's a little short. I will try to update as much as possible. Please don't hate! Fav, follow, and review!-Mr-Dippingsauce
Chapter One
To the casual passer-by, Gravity Falls was just a nice, small Oregon town, the kind that you find among nature, far away from any urban center, right along the highway, the kind that you only stop there for gas and to use the restroom. To those, however, who knew it well , it was much, much more than that.
Stanley Pines was one of those people.
He was thirty-ish, with tousled hair, a large nose, a clean-shaven face, and large round spectacles. He lived on the outskirts of the town, on a property of about 2 square miles, mainly forest, in a little house most of the town referred to as the Shack. Most people that lived in Gravity Falls didn't know what he did during the day, or any time for that matter. He shut himself up in his house all day, doing whatever he did in that house. The town wouldn't know what he looked like if he didn't take occasional nature walks.
It was a brilliant fall morning. The sunshine flitted through the cracks of the shutters, and the changing leaves looked positively radiant, with the reds, golds and oranges meshing together to create a wonderful landscape. The birds who hadn't yet fled south called out to the world. All around the forest, Nature was waking up.
Stanley yawned, imported Colombian coffee in hand, bathrobe and slippers on. There were perks to his living alone; the quiet was one of them. The seclusion really suited him, and was one of the reasons he had moved here in the first place. He stayed for…other reasons.
He stepped out of the kitchen, through his storage room, and onto the porch. He felt the slight breeze go through his hair, the sunshine on his face, and smelt the sweet smell of pine trees. He had always loved nature. He even had a sketchbook filled with drawings of several wild species of flowers. He smelt a hint of rain in the air. He bent down to pick up his newspaper.
All of a sudden, there was a screeching of tires as a car skidded to a halt in front of the Shack, nearly hitting one of the communications towers. The car was a burgundy 1963 El Diablo, by now about 20 years old, with a white hood, a white landau roof, and black tires. Out of the car stepped a man who looked what Stanley's reflection might have looked like if he had whiskers, no glasses, and no butt chin.
Oh no, Stanley thought. Not him. Anyone other than him. Even… His thoughts were cut short.
"Stanley, brother!" said his twin Stanford, leaning against his car. "It's been too long!"
"What are you doing here?" Stanley inquired, annoyed.
"Oh, you know, uh, I was just in the area and wanted to check up on my little brother!" Even though they were the same age, Stanford always referred to Stanley as his little brother. It was one of the list of about20,00 reasons he had never wanted to see his twin again when he left hme.
"So," he said," Here I am. Ha ha..." He made a halfhearted attempt to laugh.
Stanley was frowning at his twin.
Stanford continued trying to laugh. "Yeah, so here I am. He he he he…" Then he sighed. "Can I crash with you for a while?"
Thanks for reading my first chapter. I'll try to update my stories as much as possible. Hopefully chapter 2 will be up tomorrow.-Mr-Dippingsauce
