Disclaimer: Back from my very long break, ready for midterms, conventions, and the start of a brand new story! AngelPines has returned, with a brand new story ready for your viewing pleasure.

This sequel has been long awaited, and trust me when I say that I've been waiting to post this for a while. As you can recall earlier back in the first story about that alternate ending I said I would post during the end of Weirdmageddon. If you want to find it, go check out my anthology story. It's one of the first few chapters, showing an alternate take on one of the final scenes.

Gravity's Fallen Angel has been almost fully edited now, with corrected grammar and spelling, tenses, and slightly new material (mostly revolving around Elaine and her interactions with people. She was too calm around the demon at the very end, and I fixed that). Chapters 70-75 are almost ready, and should be up sometime over the weekend. If you are following along with that progress, I'm almost done.

I also revised Analyzing, there's an Easter egg to GFA in my largest Undertale story, and now that I have the graphic novel, a lot of new material will be popping up in here. The sequel is a mix of my own ideas, and ideas from the book. Unlike GFA, Kat be much more involved, and finally... the M part is gone! Still intense and important for the story, but I lowered that considerably. The warnings are still there, just in case.

Also, for anyone who goes back to read the revisions, if there's any accidental italics or bold, or words shoved together, let me know so I can fix them. Some things, such as making sure every review was answered, it being alright instead of all right, or the odd correct spelling of some words and mix of numbers in character and word form I'll leave be.

Gravity Falls is not and never will be my property!

"Speaking"

Thinking

Elaine's POV

Salty, cool air filled my lungs as I breathed deeply, letting the sound of crashing waves fill my ears. The slight cool in the June breeze blew strands of hair around my face and could be felt through my flannel shirt, as the rest of my hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Had to admit, while the bus ride took a while, the trip was definitely worth it. Sitting there, surrounded by the sounds of the sea, really made me feel right at home. In a familiar place. Gulls cawing overhead, discarding broken shells around me from their food, and chasing the fish that swam in the waters that occasionally sported whitecaps. Or perhaps the large tanker boats that brought supplies from either farther or lower on the coast, but still set on its destination. Yep... familiar. Now... continue.

In... out... in... out. Times like that... helped ease my worries. Let my mind wander, and forget my troubles. In... out... in... out. I had come to the nearest beach, located in Alameda, to clear my head. Piedmont wasn't as close to the water as I would've liked, so I had to make due. Besides, Mrs. Bolivar encouraged the idea of mediation.

That's what I had been told to do, at least a few times each week. Relax, and empty my mind. With having a d... demon run rampant in there for several weeks, it was nice to have it all to myself. No fear of my inner struggles, or problems being thrown out into the open. I had my laptop, and my therapist to confide in.

Same with Dipper and Mabel. The girl had come to a few of my sessions, and had managed to move past her own troubles relating to Weirdmageddon. How, when I chose to write chapters once again about people I met in my laptop and not my journal, Dipper and I saw how she hated herself for giving the rift to Bill. While Ford and I still knew we were partially responsible, and I had somewhat moved past it, Mabel hadn't. In the end, she was the final tipping point.

A few trips to the therapist, with Mr. And Mrs. Pines' approval after seeing how much their daughter had changed since returning home, and the energetic child I knew and loved began to return. It was several weeks, maybe two or three months, before we had the old Mabel back. Of course, even with that, and the painkillers I smuggled to Dipper to help with his injured shoulder since his parents didn't knew about the injury, I... still had trouble healing.

Gone were the constant night terrors, thanks to sleeping medication. But... PTSD was also a hard thing to move on from. Trauma was something that was very hard to move past, and while it was almost a year since it had happened... memories could still be fresh when they wanted to be. And such memories were fresh right now, despite my attempts to meditate.

All because... school was over.

Thanks to my mental age being a year older than the body I was in, and how the time of this dimension compared to when I first entered it, I had entered grade 12 as I would have back home. I had graduated, and was now in that odd rush to figure out what the heck I was to do with my life. Thing was... I didn't have a sweet clue. I had told Ford and Dipper my ideas about making a successful fantasy video game franchise mimicking my adventures from the summer, with everything I'd learned.

But how could that apply now? True, thanks to the people of Gravity Falls who knew about my dimensional problem, I had received identification that allowed me to pass as a resident of this world. It helped when a lot of the people in this version of the United States weren't... the smartest. The stories of Trembley showed flaws in the government back then, and with how easy it was to stop the charges against Stan, they were still present today.

I could go to university, or college, but... it felt weird. Going on with my life, as if nothing had happened. I couldn't ignore it, and I knew that. Dipper knew that, and Mabel knew that. And, of course, Mrs. Bolivar knew that.

Which was why I had arrived at the beach to try and clear my thoughts.

Which was why I... was going back to Gravity Falls.

Lay my demons to rest. How painfully ironic that statement was when I first heard it from my therapist, and how it remained ironic months later. "All 'cause that stupid necklace had to return from nowhere," I sighed. I didn't know how, or why, but the angel wings necklace I left at his statue had returned to me. The window was open, with myself recalling very clearly it being closed, and the charm warm in my hand form being held by someone else.

H-how was that? How did it get there? H-he had said he would return one day, yeah, but no way could it have been that soon? If he had returned, someone would've known. Anyone. But... nothing. No one had seen me place it there, and so no one knew it returned to me. Well, now that I thought about it, that wasn't exactly true.

Dipper had crept away from the fire to see me place it there. Thankfully, I never said anything that would have revealed too much. I doubted he knew I had caught him. Oh, curiosity is going to be the end of him. It almost was last summer, and it probably will in the end. Oooh... dark thoughts. I should change the direction there.

I had been in contact with people back in the town too. Kat and Wendy would call and chat about high school, and how the supernatural had been relatively calm. Gnomes would cause a little bit of trouble, and Wendy saw her dad hanging around the manotaurs. Oddly, that never surprised me when I first heard of it. Asger was still dating the redhead, and kept in contact with her back in Daytona. He even sent me a few pictures of him at the Daytona 500, with a small video too.

... I couldn't hear straight for five minutes.

"Stupid cars. Stupid choice to use earbuds," I muttered, crossing my arms. I sat on the wooden bench overlooking the water, with a giant pine blocking the sun. All in all, everything was... normal. If it wasn't for my mental state, and my lasting injuries, I could have thought it was a normal summer. All of the wounds and the concussion I sustained in Weirdmageddon went away, except for two of them.

The mark on my right side, where Bill drove his nail into me and almost made me bleed to death. It left a gruesome dark red scar, that went from my chest down to my hips. And the second was my left ankle from the tower explosion. Since I was forced to walk on it for days until I got proper treatment, I still walked with an odd limp. Not enough to really notice, but enough to slow down my running.

"And now... here we are." I stood up from the bench I had chose to do my thinking, having picked it on my first trip back in October, and headed on my way. The soles of my sneakers left imprints in the soft dirt where I once sat, and followed the grey pebbled trail. There I was, preparing my bag once again. Tomorrow, we would board the bus to the sleep town in rural Oregon. I... could I do that? Put my demons to rest? It-it wouldn't be simple, no. But I have to do it. I need to do this.

My feet carried me to the sidewalk, as I could hear the car engines even down where I was. The bus came to a halt at the marked stop in beside of me, and I went to join the line of people getting on. For them. For Dipper and Mabel. I would not let the demon hurt them, or me, again.

I swear it.

If anyone's curious about what beach I'm using for reference, I'm combining a local provincial park in my area with Crown Memorial; a beach located not too far from Piedmont. Had to make things up as I went, but wanted to keep some things the same.

This chapter is more or less to set the scene, and catch up on what's been happening. I've plotted everything for the sequel, so I know where to go with this. After all, like GFA, the prologue was always going to be a short thing. Now then... throw on your sheets with holes cut in them and grab your pumpkins! It's the Spooking Hour!

Happy Halloween, and welcome back!

Angel