We solve mysteries, embrace danger and seek what lurks in the darkness. We are mystery solvers. We traded our vacation for our adventures and a destiny of searching. A destiny which has hit a brick wall. For the only way to solve this mystery is to do the impossible. The end of my quest seems to have come. And yet I continue to fight and wait for the hand of fate to show me the way. In this strange town, filled with tragedies and hatred, I dreamed of someone I knew and saw her familiar smile again.

"I really need to stop being so overdramatic."

The young boy sighed. Even his own thoughts were starting to turn against. Maybe it was time to call it a day.

"One more attempt wouldn't hurt."

Once again the boy typed what he thought was a fairly logical password on the laptop in front of him. And again the cruel electronic sound of failure greeted him. This finally broke what little morale he had left. So he closes the laptop and stands up. A quick glance at his watch confirms what he already feared. Not wanting to make the day a complete waste he grabs an old book from his night stand and places it on his desk. The boy then opens the book and starts reading the first page.

"June 18,

It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began researching the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon."

Now, anybody with even the remotest sense of curiosity would probably be quite intrigued by these journals. Most books, let alone most journals, don´t have large six fingered golden hands on the cover. Even so, it isn't until you actually read its contents that you realize what kind of strange rabbit hole you have fallen into. For this journal speaks of the many strange and magical things that inhabit the small Oregon town of Gravity Falls and its surroundings. So you can imagine one's surprise when, during what was seemingly going to be a boring vacation in a tourist trap town, one finds such a journal hidden in a mechanical tree. This was the event that befell the young boy known to most of his friends as Dipper Pines. And as you might expect it started a rollercoaster of events that ultimately concluded in the situation you just witnessed. Since for all of the information the journals possessed, one very important detail was highly noticeable by its absence, the identity of the person that wrote them. Dipper Pines, being a person possessing far more than what most people would consider average curiosity, decided that solving this mystery would be his goal this vacation. This one desire quickly enveloped the lives of those around him, resulting in both him and his friends/family experiencing countless adventures and facing even more countless dangers. Ultimately, he managed to not only obtain two more journals, seemingly completing his collection. But also a Laptop that once belonged to the author. Which Dipper is certain contains the final clue to finally solving this mystery, if he could only find the password to unlock the laptop.

With that knowledge, Dipper quickly starts rereading the journals, stopping only to write down anything that looks like a good password. After ten minutes he's already worked his way through more than half of the journal, when suddenly he hears a very loud rumbling noise.

"…...How long was it since I last ate?"

He decides to go downstairs to make himself a sandwich. As he walks downstairs he can hear his Great Uncle Stan (Or Grunkle as he and his twin sister like to call him) explaining his latest "Discovery" to a group of tourists, the invisible fairy. He still remembers how happy Stan was when he opened that exhibition, "Finally, a way to money with nothing!" he said.

He decides to ignore this exploitation of idiot tourist and continues towards the kitchen. As soon as he reaches his destination, he throws open the fridge and grabs any ingredient's that still look edible. After a bit of work he´s made two rather reasonably looking sandwiches.

"Yo Dipper. Can I have a bite?"

Dipper turns around upon hearing this familiar voice. Leaning against the kitchen wall is a red haired teenage girl dressed in lumberjack clothes. It's one of the mystery shacks premier employees, mostly because there are only two employees, Wendy Corduroy.

"Sure Wendy. But aren't you supposed to be working right now?"

"Yeah. But Stan has gone outside to show a group of tourists the "Rock that looks like a face" so I decided to use this opportunity to grab some chow. "

"Ah, okay. Sure you can have a bit."

"Thanks Dipper! By the way, managed to crack the laptop yet?"

"….No."

"Ah. Well don't feel bad, it's only been 2 days since we managed to find that thing in the bunker."

As soon as she finishes her sentence her expression suddenly gets a lot more serious.

"That adventure was really something, wasn't it?"

"Yeah….."

Looking back on that faithful day, Dipper can't help but shudder. Over the course of this most unusual summer he had faced many dangers. But the creature they found in the depths of the author's underground bunker was truly something special Even today the thing still regularly visit his nightmares. Still, that particular encounter did result in him discovering the author's laptop. And more(?) importantly, It resolved some rather stupid romantic troubles he had regarding his red haired teenage friend.

"It never would have worked out." Dipper softly mutters under his breath.

"You said something Dude?"

"N-no."

"Ah okay. Say, does Stan keep anything else edible aro-"

Before she can finish her sentence, a very loud, very old, and very angry voice sounds from the entrance of the mystery shack.

"WENDY! SOME IDIOTS FOOT GOT CRUSHED BY A ROCK! GET THE FIRST AID KIT AND GET OVER HERE!

"O-OKAY. I'll BE THERE IN A SECOND BOSS MAN!

Wendy lets out a big sigh, and then opens a small cupboard in the corner and starts searching inside. Dipper meanwhile is rather confused by stan's request.

"We have a first aid kit?"

"Nah. That's just what he calls it when the lawyers come knocking." Wendy says before pulling a piece of wood and a rope out of the cupboard.

"Welp, see you later Dipper. Good luck with the laptop!"

"Thanks. Bye Wendy!"

And with that Wendy leaves to help Stan. Dipper decides to make second sandwich. And then continues his work upstairs, only occasionally stopping to take a bite from his sandwich. In just a few short minutes he manages to finish the third journal. Afterwards Dipper decides to take a look at the passwords he's written down.

Titania

Lunador

la li lu le lo

Swordfish

As one can clearly see, he got nothing. Obviously a bit frustrated Dipper looks out the window above his desk. It seems like the whole crushed foot situation has been resolved, as his grunkle appears to now be showing the tourists a different attraction. His grunkle's refusal to let a mistake or problem drag him down is quite impressive, even if it is being used for the wrong purposes. He would ask him for help with the password, but well he kind of promised Stan that he wouldn't go looking for trouble, a promise that he broke with the whole bunker adventure. It's a shame, but in Dipper's eyes a necessary one. Frankly, he only discovered his uncle was even aware of the all of the weirdness in his town a few days ago, during the whole "raising the dead" incident.

Thinking back on the way they solved that incident Dipper can't help but smile a bit. For all of the trouble and danger he faced this summer, he did meet new friends, grew closer to his family, fell in and then out of love, and he even saw a living dinosaur. At the very least the vacation was a LOT more interesting than he could have ever expected. And for a person like Dipper, that's more than enough.

"I wonder what Mabel is doing."